My lovely bride-to-be teased my tongue with her own – and pinched my right nipple hard.
My left hand grabbed my lover’s hip and the sounds of our slippery sexes slapping together filled the room.
My cheerleader girlfriend kissed me hard, taking away my breath, and my brain imploded – and I started fountaining mushroom-nectar into the sexiest academic in the world – her mother.
I think I might have blacked out.
When I came to again, my lap was wet from my lover’s discharge – and Kasey was holding my face in her hand – lifting my eyelids to look at my pupils.
She laughed and said, “You back?”
Beside me, her sexy-ass mother cuddled against my body.
“What’d I miss?” I asked.
“Mom, riding you to a second orgasm – which she sprayed all over you – while cussing like a sailor.”
“So,” I said, groggily, “the usual?”
She laughed, “Yeah. The usual.”
She gave me a kiss and climbed on top of me.
I looked down. She was still clothed.
“You’re gonna be a sticky mess..”
“Oh, she got me, you, and half the room. She should be good for an hour or two at least.”
I laughed – still a little sleepy.
Kasey wrapped her arms around me and gave me some kisses that had my head buzzing – well – actually – both heads.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” I warned.
“Really? You gonna pop that bitch back up and fuck my holes.”
“Oh, baby, you’re playing with fire!”
“Fine,” she complained, giving me one more unholy kiss and climbing off.
She held out her hand and helped me to my feet.
“Shower?” she asked.
“Together?” I clarified.
“She bit her lower lip.”
I wrapped her face in my hands and kissed that lip – and again.
“You said I couldn’t see ..”
“I’m keeping my clothes on,” she stated.
“Kinky,” I laughed. “I think you’re still playing with fire, here.”
“Risk it for a biscuit ..”
“Mmm. I’ll bet your biscuit is mouth-watering ..”
“C’mon, stud. Let’s get you cleaned up – so you can go home and figure out where you’re taking me Friday night.”
“I have to wait another whole week to see you?”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she said, grinning evilly.
“Absence fills my trashcan with sticky tissues,” I replied.
“You kept that picture?”
“Of course – although I’m getting pretty good at just picturing your tight pussy in my head.”
“You haven’t seen my pussy,” she accused.
“It’s tight – I know it is – and it tastes like honey.”
She pulled me into the shower and turned on the water.
I watched as the cascading spray wetted her entire body – her hair – her shirt – her shorts.
I’ve always been turned on by girls with wet hair. I’m not sure what it is – but it’s so hot – and this girl was smoking before she was wet.
I met her under the steaming jet and made love to her mouth with my own.
This girl – this woman – this bride – my heart .. I was lost.
“Reggie!”
“What?”
“I lost you again, silly. Stop doing that.”
“I was just thinking about you – about how beautiful you are – about how much I love you – about how we’re going to be married.”
“You’re such a dweeb. You’re right. This was a bad idea. Stand still while I clean your ass up.”
My wet, sexy, bride-to-be scrubbed me all over. She was a little naughty on my ass crack – but she was almost clinical on my dick & nuts – I think she was worried she’d start something.
Honestly? I was already rock-hard from just looking at her.
“Out. You’re done.”
I tried the puppy-dog eyes.
She pulled me out of the shower and started toweling me off. I let her.
When she was done, she led me to the bedroom – her bedroom – where her mother was snoring on the bed – still covered in fluids that were some of hers – and some of mine.
~~~ Good-Byes ~~~
We got downstairs and out the door before my phone chimed with a text from mom, saying that Pastor John would marry us, at the church, in three weeks, if we met him for an hour – each of the next two Saturdays – at 10 o’clock in the morning.
I showed the text to Kasey and she nodded.
“Should we go ahead and set the time for the wedding? Two o’clock or ten?
“Two. Mom will want breakfast one last time before she has to start sharing you.”
I replied to mom’s text – to tell her the plan.
“Do you need to see the church?” I asked.
“It’ll be fine. It’ll just be family.”
“I’ll ask Nick to stand up with me.”
“I’ll call my cousin – and Cindy.”
“I guess I need another guy.”
“Let me think about that. I may have another cousin that would fit Cindy.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
She kissed me.
“Start planning for Friday night,” she said, hugging me. “Then you can sleep over, give mom her breakfast, and we’ll go visit with the minister.”
She groped my half-hard cock and gave me another kiss.
A familiar Lincoln Continental cruised by and she waved at her grandparent’s car, pulling me into a hug.
“Looks like you’re going to get that visit, after all,” I said.
“We’ll see,” Kasey replied. “I think she’s just spying.”
“Do you need me to stay?”
“No. Go plan our date.”
“How about an escape room?”
“Hmm.”
“I’ll bring Nick and another guy. You bring your cousin and Cindy. Should we invite the moms?”
“Yes on everybody else; no on the moms. Let’s get the wedding party together and see how they gel. I like that.”
I gave her a quick peck.
“I cannot wait to give myself to you,” I told her.
“I thought that was supposed to be my line,” she laughed, wrinkling an eyebrow at me.
She gave me another kiss and opened the car door.
“Trying to get rid of me already?”
“I’m sure my mother will be waking up soon – and she’ll find some reason for you to stick around,” she said, smirking.
I gave her one last kiss and hopped in.
She waved as I headed down the street.
I left their subdivision and got two blocks away before being pulled over by a squad car.
“What seems to be the trouble, officer?” I asked.
I had already removed my seatbelt, gotten out of the car, closed the door, and leaned up against the side.
“We got a tip that an impaired driver was operating this vehicle.”
“Really?” I said, seeing a Lincoln Continental approaching a few blocks away over his shoulder.
“Can I search your car?”
“No need to, officer.”
“Why’s that, son?” he asked.
“I’m pretty sure you can smell my breath – and you’ve already seen me driving – and you’re listening to me talk – all with no signs of inebriation ..”
“And?”
“.. and .. I happen to be able to tell you who called that tip in. She’s in the white Lincoln Continental that’s approaching from the east.”
Stepping two paces back, he glanced to his right and then back to me – checking to see if I had moved.
At this point, Mrs. Williams, who was driving the car, alone, was half a block away.
I checked behind me – and – seeing no other traffic – stood in the middle of the road.
She tried to go around me and I moved to block her. She finally stopped.
I whipped open the passenger door and said, “This nice police officer wants to know why you filed a bogus report.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Bullshit! You couldn’t get me to stay away from Kasey and now you’re wasting the police’s time by calling in false information. You know you can go to jail for that shit, right?”