Chapter Sixty
Jessica
Alan and I were able to get our wedding emails out by early Thursday afternoon, and he made a spreadsheet so we could keep track of who responded. We decided we’d call anyone who hadn’t replied by Sunday.
“I’m going to head back to the bakery for a little while. Do you want me to pick up Golden Dragon before I come back?”
He was studying something on his phone, and answered with a distracted, “Yeah, that’d be great.”
“Just text me what you want.”
He glanced up at me and said, “Will do,” then looked back at his phone with furrowed brows.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah—just a little snag with some permits. I need to call my construction manager.”
“Okay,” I replied as I picked up Ruthie’s car seat. “I’ll see you later.”
He stood up and walked me to the door, kissing my temple and then leaning down to kiss Ruthie’s forehead.
“I’ll see you ladies tonight.”
Well, he’d see one of us. Lainey and Adam were watching Ruthie so we could be alone with zero chance of distractions—he just didn’t know it.
“I hope you get everything worked out with your permits.”
“I’m sure I will.”
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At four o’clock, Lainey suggested we head back to her place. Jade and Kristy were already there, and all three ladies were going to help me get ready for my date tonight.
First, they had me try on the dresses they’d each brought for me to borrow.
Kristy’s red wrap dress with cap sleeves was by far the winner. The hem stopped just above my knees, and the wrap style hid my flaws while accentuating my cleavage—which lately was my best asset. Granted, my breasts were full of milk, but that’s what nursing bras were for.
Still, I was hesitant to agree to wear it.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? Sometimes my boobs leak. I would feel horrible if I ruined it.”
Lainey snorted. “She’s never going to wear it again anyway.”
I turned to Kristy. “You’re not?”
“No. It’s cursed.”
I slapped my hand on my hip. “So you want me to wear a cursed dress?”
“Not cursed in a bad way,” Lainey explained. “Just every time she wears it, the guy proposes on their next date.”
Jade waved her hand. “You’re already engaged, so you’ll be fine.”
“Wait. So, being proposed to is a bad thing?”
Lainey clarified, “It is if your name is Kristy Blanchard.”
Kristy shook her whole body, like a shiver had run through her. “Good god, just thinking about it makes me feel like I’m breaking out in hives.”
Lainey said, “If a guy wants her to break up with him, all he has to do is propose marriage.”
Kristy pointed out, “Or ask me to move in.”
Jade added with a smirk, “Or to meet his parents.”
Lainey added, “Or his kids.”
It soon became a game for them.
“Or go on a vacation together.”
“Or leave clothes at her condo.”
“Or a charging cable.”
“Definitely no toothbrushes.”
I laughed out loud. “Okay! I get it! She’s never settling down.”
Kristy frowned at my declaration. “Well, not never. I mean, someday. Just not anytime soon.”
Lainey hugged her BFF around the shoulders. “But she’s never wearing that dress again, so it is all yours!”
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I quickly showered in one of Lainey’s guest baths so I had a clean face and hair to work with. Then, as I sat on a stool in Lainey and Adam’s bedroom in a borrowed bathrobe, my three fairy godmothers went to work transforming me into the belle of the ball.
They kept me away from a mirror until I’d slipped my arms into the dress, Kristy got the fabric adjusted around my waist, and I put on the stiletto heels I was also borrowing.
I hoped I didn’t fall flat on my face. High heels weren’t allowed in the Righteous Truth Church.
The best one could get away with were kitten heels.
“Ta-da!” Jade announced as she swiveled the free-standing Queen Anne mirror around so I could look at my reflection.
I hardly recognized myself.
My hair was curled, styled, and sprayed, and I had a face full of makeup, complete with smokey eyes and lips that matched my ruby-red dress.
“You are fucking hot,” Kristy observed.
I felt hot.
It was a foreign feeling. I was used to being the plain, mousy girl.
Lainey concurred. “Girl, if Alan doesn’t try to jump your bones the minute you walk through the door… he might be gay.”
I remained mute as I studied myself in the mirror.
Finally, Jade asked, “Well? What do you think?”
I touched my hair, then turned to them and asked, “Can you guys do my hair and makeup for the wedding?”
****
Alan
I called the permit office and talked to one of the guys I’d gotten to know over the years. He’d also served in the military, so we’d bonded over war stories and blueprints. He explained the problem with the permits and how we could fix it.
Then I called Mike and calmed him down. I could tell by his texts that he was stressed out, and I felt kind of bad for not being there to help.
But that’s why I paid him the salary I did.
I heard the front door open and Jess call out, “Hey!” at the same time my stomach growled.
Perfect timing.
“Hey, babe! I’m in the kitchen!”
Except when she walked—no, strutted—into the kitchen, all thoughts of food went out the window.
“Wow.”
She smiled as she looked down at the floor. “Do you like it? We were practicing for the wedding.”
“You look… stunning.”
My future wife was a fucking smoke show.
She moved toward me with a coquettish smile. “I’m glad you like it.”
With no warning, she cupped my cock over my jeans.
“Are you sure you like it?” she asked as she rubbed my semi.
“I’m not sixteen anymore.” I chuckled. “Sometimes it takes a second.”
Jess dropped down to her knees, reached for my fly, and looked up at me. In a low, sultry voice, she said, “Maybe I can help.”
Yeah, that did it.
That image was going in my spank bank.
A slow grin spread across my face.
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
She seemed to fumble with the button, but she persevered and got it undone, then she looked up at me with hooded eyes as she pulled my zipper down.
She tugged my pants down my thighs, and I pulled them the rest of the way off.
“Oh my,” she purred when she saw the bulge in my boxer briefs.
I touched her chin. “Baby, that can’t be comfortable on your knees,” then hoisted her to her feet.
“Then let’s go into the bedroom.”
That wasn’t what I’d meant.
When I didn’t move, she threw out, “Or the living room. The couch will work, too.”
Now, I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t an idiot. She’d put some thought and effort into this. If I didn’t comply, I could kiss this ever happening again goodbye.
Not to mention, I wanted to.
I was just at war with why she was doing this.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Oh shit.
I’d fucked this up. I’d fucked this up bad.
Before I could even form an apology, she groused, “Just forget it,” and stormed toward the door.
“Wait!”
I reached for her arm and spun her around to look at me.
“I’m trying to be a good guy here. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something you don’t want to do.”
“How has it not occurred to you that I want to do this? I freaking watched videos so I’d do a good job, for fuck’s sake.”
Now I knew she was pissed because she’d cussed.
But I still couldn’t help but smile.
“You watched porn?”
“Yes, I did! And I was looking forward to giving you a blowjob, but apparently you don’t want one from me. So, I’ll just go.”
My girl had watched porn—so she’d be sure to do a good job sucking my dick.
“No, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”
Her pupils dilated and her voice was rough when she whispered, “I’m not?”
“Uh uh.”
I pulled on her wrist and led her into the living room, where I threw a pillow on the floor in front of the couch, shucked my underwear, and sat down with my erection jutting out proudly.
“Suck my cock, Jess.”
****
Jessica
I’d never scrambled so fast to obey an order in my life.
And, not gonna lie, the fact that it was an order, had me soaked.
I appreciated the pillow on the ground, as I knelt between his legs and took his shaft in my hand. I was also grateful that he was a proponent of manscaping.
“Pro tip,” Kristy had told me. “Maintain eye contact—he’ll lose his shit.”
So even though I was way out of my element, I looked him in the eye as I stroked him up and down at the same time I traced my tongue around the crown.
I was rewarded when he closed his eyes and uttered, “Fuuuuuck.”
Kristy and Lainey had assured me that the only way I could mess up a blowjob was if I used too much teeth or, worse, bit him. So, I was careful to tuck my lips over my teeth when I slid my mouth down as far as I could.
“Once you think you can’t go any further, go just a little deeper,” Kristy had advised.
I did just that, and felt my eyes water, but he let out another long groan, so I decided Kristy was right.
I slowly dragged my mouth up until his tip popped out.
His dick was now nice and slippery, and it made it easier to bob my head up and down while I used my right hand to work him from the base up—like I’d seen in the videos.
My hair had fallen forward, so Alan pulled it back with one hand in order to continue watching me.
I looked up at him as I swallowed his shaft. I think knowing he was watching me spurred me to take him deep again, and this time I didn’t stop until my mouth touched his stomach.
Again, tears leaked from my eyes, but the look on his face made it worth it.
I slurped off him and tried to find a rhythm between my mouth and my hand. He tightened his hold on my hair and guided my head up and down.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he moaned.
I tasted something sweet and assumed I was on the right track when he grunted and thrust in and out of my mouth. I appreciated that he didn’t go too deep, like some of the guys in the movies had.
“I’m going to come, Jess,” he warned.
I gripped his shaft tighter and kept it in my mouth, anxious to taste him.
He gave a few mini-thrusts, announcing, “Here it comes, baby!”
I kept his cock firmly between my lips as the first spurt came out, warm and tangy. I swallowed it with no problem.
But as the second, then third and fourth ropes shot into my throat, I quickly realized I might not be equipped to handle his entire load. Opening my mouth, I let it dribble down my chin and onto his pubic region.
He looked down at me and groaned, “Oh my god.”
At first, I panicked, thinking I’d grossed him out with his cum dripping down my face. But then he growled, “You are so fucking sexy,” and my anxiety was abated.
Alan dropped his head back onto the couch cushions and closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell as his breathing evened out, and he had a blissful look on his face.
Finally, his eyes snapped open and he looked at me.
“Holy shit, woman! What did you just do to me?”
I felt powerful as hell when I proclaimed, “I believe I just rocked your world.”
“Oh my god, babe. You have no idea.” Then he grabbed me, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and pushed the hem of my dress to my hips. “My turn.”
I mean, if he insisted.