There was an elegant red carpet running the length of the ballroom stopping in front of the head table. As we walked, men of all ages, married and single, gawked at us.
I was fairly certain I was more aware of the male attention than Julia was. I accepted the attention by smiling widely and waving at certain guys that caught my eye.
Julia’s dad seemed to notice.
He could barely take his eyes off me and my dress as well.
It was black, floor length and strapless. There were slits up the sides to the middle of my thighs. The top was rather tight to the point my breasts were in danger of popping out.
A couple of years ago, this was normally not something I would wear. I’m more comfortable in a nice pair of pants and a blouse for this type of event or any other event for that matter. But lately, I have not been myself so…
Half naked it is!
Directly in front of us was a huge dance floor. Couples were already taking advantage of the swing band that played on stage. Beautiful circular tables surrounded the floor. They were magnificently covered with hunter green tablecloths and gold dinnerware.
Julia, her dad and I made our way to a table in the front of the room. On the lavishly decorated table were seating cards. We all sat next to our names. I picked up the sign and turned it around in my hands.
“What a beautiful wedding.” Julia said. “If I get married-”
“When you get married, you mean.” Mr. DiGarmo corrected.
“Ok, when I get married,” she said rolling her eyes. “I just hope my wedding will be as beautiful as this one.”
I hated to break it to Mr. DiGarmo, but I myself could not envision Julia ever getting married. She was too much of a prude. You can’t get a man if you are not willing to suck dick. That’s a fact!
I didn’t say that out loud. I didn’t want to crush her father’s dreams.
“Well, you can have fun with this wedding stuff, but I never intend to get married.” I declared.
“Oh why is that?” asked Mr. DiGarmo.
He seemed very interested in my answer.
“Well, I don’t believe in soul mates and all that crap. I can live happily single-”
“And alone?” He interrupted finishing my sentence.
I leaned in close.
“Oh, I’m never alone.” I answered seductively with a smile on my face.
“This is so amazing.” Julia said trying to change the subject and looking around at the other guests.
Mr. Digarmo was still staring at me. I could see him look me up and down. When his eyes finally reached my face, I winked.
He looked away.
“Yes this place does look amazing.” He answered Julia with his face flushed and reddened by desire.
It was priceless.
“Can you imagine little Mikey getting married? This is nothing short of a miracle.”
“And why is that?” A deep baritone voice said from behind.
Julia and I spun around in our seats coming face to face with the handsome groom himself.
Michael Leonardo Salvatore Jr. looked amazing in his black tuxedo, white shirt, gold vest and tie.
In college he was known as the, “Italian stallion.” Hilarious! He was 6’2” with short dark hair and looked as if he popped right out a romance novel. I always thought he was gorgeous.
I find white men very attractive but could not for the life of me get one to date me or fuck me. They only seemed to like the light-skinned black girls with hair down their backs. I had neither.
I had a huge crush on Michael Jr. in college. I would have loved to have my way with him, but he never really seemed serious about me.
However, after my breakup from my terrible and abusive boyfriend, Mikey and I became extremely close. If Mikey had not come to my rescue, I would probably still be in the arms of that loser.
We were inseparable after that. Although we had fun flirting and using sexual innuendos with each other, it stayed a platonic friendship.
No one understood our little game. He always joked about fucking a black girl for the first time and I always joked about filling my mouth with a hard white dick. Needless to say, our mutual friends were convinced that we had at one point slept with each other. Yet we never took it that far. We always valued our friendship too much to ruin it with other “benefits”.
“Mikey!” Julia exclaimed jumping from her seat and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her chair smashed and hit the floor yet she was oblivious. Some of the guests were curiously looking our way. I gently picked up her chair and pushed it back under the table. Michael Jr. stumbled backwards, trying to keep his balance and preventing him and Julia from hitting the floor.
After squeezing the life out of him, Julia took a step back and grabbed a piece of his tux in her hand. She began flapping his suit jacket opened and closed.
“My, my, Mikey, you clean up nicely.”
“I don’t look too bad.” He said spinning around in a circle.
Julia and Michael Jr. grew up together and have been friends since they were in diapers. They both were born with silver spoons in their mouths, but you would never guess. I mean besides the limos and drivers, flashy jewelry and overseas vacations, they are pretty down-to-earth kids.
I didn’t have the privilege of meeting them until college. Though we were all close friends, I barely had the chance to meet their families. Mikey’s family was practically non-existent until last night. I only knew what he told me about them.
As far as I know, Mr. DiGarmo and Mikey’s dad have been best friends since they were kids as well. They grew up to be business partners in a very successful real-estate company.
Julia’s mom passed away right before I met her. That is how we became friends. I understood what it was like to lose a parent. My mother died in a car accident when I was nine months old and my dad died when I was 16. I know how hard it is to cope with that kind of a loss and I was able to help her deal.
When Mikey was able to finally free himself from his friend’s grasp, he made his way over to Mr. DiGarmo where they shared a long hug.
“I am so proud of you Junior. Your wife is beautiful and I wish you two nothing but the best.”
“Thanks uncle ‘Enzo.”
Mikey brought his attention to me.
I had to admit, I was having a hard time. He looked amazing.
He smiled.
He had a really nice smile full of sparkling white teeth.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Maxi?” Mikey said placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, it was a really nice wedding. Congratulations.” I said smiling and standing.
I reached to hug him. He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. He softly kissed me on the cheek. After pushing back slightly, he too looked me up and down.
“Wow, Maxi,” he said eyes trailing roaming over my body.
“You look really hot in that dress.”
I couldn’t help but to smile. Let the game begin!
“Why, thank you sir.”
He pulled me to him again and brought his lips to my ear. His voice filled my head with passion and sensuality.
“If only I were not married, I would take advantage of you in that dress. I would drag you in the back, lift that dress and eat your pussy until you gushed in my mouth” He whispered in his usual playful way.
I chuckled softly and whispered back.
“Too bad you are married. I would have liked to suck your dick until you came hard on my face.”
He laughed.
“You are getting better at this.”
We looked around and noticed everyone at my table was staring at us.
He moved away from me and awkwardly cleared his throat.
He looked around the table.
“I see you guys have nothing to drink.”
He caught the eye of a server and motioned. A few seconds later, one walked over to our table and set down three glasses of champagne. I picked up a glass and d
rained it of every ounce of the golden drink. It felt so good cascading down my throat. No one noticed when I reached over and did the same thing to Julia’s.
I started to feel better and would feel great if I could find that server with the champagne.
Just then four beautiful tall rustic Italian men approached. They each looked almost identical and surprisingly almost exactly like Mikey. They each had short dark hair; all were over six feet and wore matching tuxes.
One, who looked like he may be the oldest of the four, approached Mikey.
“Junior, there you are. They need you for pictures on the gazebo.” He said wrappings his arm around Mikey’s shoulder.
“Looks like I had better go. You can’t take pictures without the groom.”
Michael Jr. followed the four men through a mesh of tables and out the back door to the courtyard where the wedding was held.
“Those were Mikey’s uncles.” Julia said reaching for her glass of champagne. Seeing that it was empty, she motioned for a server.
“I could tell,” I said. “They all looked so much alike. Are they all married?”
Julia looked at me. Then we both burst into laughter.
“Yes they are ALL married.” Mr. Digarmo answered taking a drink of his champagne.
I smiled at him and he looked away.
We waited for what seemed like forever for the wedding party to take pictures. I drank a few more glasses of champagne and watched the other guests mingle. Four more members of Mikey’s family joined our table and Julia and her dad spent most of their time talking to them.
The champagne helped to calm my nerves, but it did little to calm my new found raging sex drive that seemed to disrupt my normal thought process. My mind would drift to fucking him in the men’s room of this reception hall. Too much champagne and I am liable to do some things I may regret in the morning
Eventually, the wedding party poured back into the reception hall and headed for the head table. Mikey and his beautiful blonde wife, Stacey, took their seats and were surrounded by friends on either side.
I didn’t know Michael Jr.’s wife very well. All I knew was that I was one friend she didn’t like very much. She never came out and said that, but I can put two and two together. Whenever I was around; she was not.
I had only met her a few times, but I knew that she also comes from a well-to-do family. I also knew I was incredibly jealous of her. I mean marrying such a gorgeous man, with money and a great personality. She hit the trifecta and I was extremely hating on her every second of my life!
Whenever I was around Mikey, he never talked about her. I don’t know if it was because he knew she didn’t like me or he didn’t want to rub having a successful relationship in my face.
Either way, I really didn’t give a fuck.
The table next to us was reserved for the parents and grandparents of the bride and groom. Michael Jr.’s parents headed for that table. They were definitely a part of the “beautiful people” group.
His father is the one that caught my eye most of all. His handsome face was pleasingly familiar. His black hair gleamed under the dim lights of the ballroom.
Mikey’s dad was Michael Leonardo Salvatore Sr., a very successful real-estate investor. His company was almost solely responsible for making property values in a few neighborhoods increase dramatically. Needless to say the residents of those neighborhoods were extremely grateful.
Mikey used to talk about his dad all the time. He seemed very proud to be his son. I never met Mikey’s parents until the wedding rehearsal party last night. I never made it a big deal about never meeting them. I just assumed he didn’t want me to meet them. As close as we were, most people thought it bothered me.
Surprisingly, it didn’t.
After last night, I can’t say I blame him.
I could not take my eyes off him. I could feel myself getting hot all over. This gorgeous man was about 6’1”, dark haired with smooth olive skin. He had green eyes that went perfectly with the hunter green tie he wore over a white buttoned up shirt.
You can tell through his shirt he was very lean and well built. I watched as he strolled to his table pulling out a chair for his wife and gently sliding it back under for her. When seated, he placed a gentle hand on her back.
Michael’s mother was no one to overlook either. She was a beautiful Italian woman with exotic features. She was about 5’4” with long ebony hair worn in a tight bun in the back. Her timeless black dress hugged every curve on her petite body.
For a woman in her forties, I was impressed how elegantly she aged. If I were a lesbian, Mikey would have to worry about me fucking his mother instead of his dad.
What can I say, his parents are fucking beautiful!
When the wedding party was seated, servers exited the kitchen with platters and platters of food. Every one took their seats and prepared for dinner. The trays were full of exotic fruit, shrimp cocktail and cheeses. The servers put them on each table as well as small plates of salad for appetizers. It smelled fabulous and I did not realize how hungry I was until I saw it all.
“Well, ladies, dig in.” Mr. DiGarmo said reaching for the platter of fruit.
Everyone started to eat. The food was wonderful.
After the appetizers, we were served the entrée that featured Maine lobster tails and Filet Mignon thinly sliced. I am not sure that I had ever tasted anything so delicious in my life.
Food was such a comfort and at this point it balanced all the champagne I drank. I was really starting to enjoy myself. Food always was my pacifier. I could forget about everything else as long as I had good food around me.
After dinner, I watched as the bride and groom cut the cake and danced for the first time as husband and wife. I watched Mikey dance with his mother and his new wife danced with her father.
I even stood with all the rest of the single women in the room when the bouquet was tossed.
I tried my best to ignore his eyes on me. I was really trying to behave! A couple more glasses of champagne and I was on the dance floor with Julia.
After awhile, the lights lowered and everyone made their way to the dance floor for a slow song.
Julia’s dad tapped her on the shoulder.
“Can I have this dance pretty lady?” He asked smiling.
She held out her hand and they began a sweet father-daughter dance across the floor.
It made me think about my dad. It made me realize that I would never get to dance with him again. He would never dance at my wedding. His absence after all this time still gets to me.
I was starting to get emotional.
I really hate that.
That was my cue to head to the bathroom. I walked slowly making my way through the tables and down the hall that led to the restrooms.
I was surprised how dimly lit this particular hallway was. It was so dark that I almost screamed when big strong hands grabbed me and pulled me into a corner. Just the smell of him and I knew exactly who it was.
“Michael!” I exclaimed.
“Quiet!” He whispered with his soft lips caressing my ear.
I nearly fainted.
“Michael, what are you doing? Someone could see us.”
“Cara mia,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t stay away from you.”
I looked down the dim corridor and was certain that someone would come any minute and catch us together.
My heart started to race. The danger was exciting.
“Michael, not right here, not now.” I said gently yet sternly.
I could feel his hand seductively running up and down my exposed thigh.
It felt so good to have his hands on me.
Gently he turned me around to face him. He reached up and cupped my chin. I lifted my gaze and was drawn into the electric green eyes of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
He stared at me for what seemed like forever and then he flashed me a smile full of perfect white teeth. I had seen that smile before. It was the same smile
that sent a dizzying current through me and left me unable to think or reason.
In an instant his eyes changed dramatically from amusement to lustful.
He lifted his hand and traced my lips with his index finger. My body heated up at his touch. He leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were probing and hungry for mine. His tongue entered my awaiting mouth and I melted against him. I was caught up in his passion. I was gone for an instant.
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