“Oh, hell yes, Matt Fuller. Hell frickin’ yes!”
He takes the ring out, gives the treat to Mel, and rises to his feet.
“I love you, Shel,” he says, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling through a sea of tears.
“And I love you, Matty.”
He slides the ring on my finger for a perfect fit.
Just like us.
Epilogue
It’s my wedding day.
Impatient me is not a fan of long engagements, and neither is Matty, so just a few months after his amazing and well-planned proposal, we’re already getting hitched.
Spring break is always a good time for weddings. We will get married today, and then tomorrow, we’re setting sail on a cruise for a week.
My mother tried to talk us out of it, of course. I mean, how can she possibly plan a wedding fit for a debutante in just two months. When Matty reminded her I’m a far cry from a southern belle, she backed off. My mother loves him, and he knows exactly how to handle her without her even knowing it. Matty has really taken a liking to my mother, probably because he misses his own. His mother died when he was in college, and he never knew his dad. So my family has just gobbled him up.
My brother especially. I’m starting to think they’re having an internet affair, constantly emailing each other or posting lame videos on each other’s Facebook pages. They even connect through their video game consoles, wearing headsets, speaking into microphones, and blasting each other to pieces.
Mel comes into the dressing room. “Are you ready, Shel?”
“Definitely,” I tell her, taking one last look in the full length mirror. My hair has been curled and pulled to the side in a loose ponytail. My makeup is soft as usual. But I really love my dress. I feel like a princess. A heart-shaped strapless dress in satin is fitted past my hips before it spreads out into a full gown with layers of tule underneath. Beads and lace cover the upper part of the dress and the lights will help them to sparkle as I walk down the aisle.
“You look stunning, Shelly,” she says, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.
“Shut it,” I tell her softly. “You’re gonna ruin your makeup.”
We both smile.
“You’re first.” I gesture to the door, and she walks out holding a bouquet made of stems of orange Gerbera daisies. My own bouquet is similar to hears, just a bit bigger with all white daisies. My mom almost had a stroke when I refused roses. Daisies are my thing.
I watch Mel walk out the door, and I’m so grateful I have her as my best friend, my sister.
Matty and I are only having two people in our wedding. My maid of honor and his best man. Mel and Tyler. The two most important people in our lives.
But ... our guest list is a bit larger. Like the size of a school. We decided to do something that’s never been done before.
When I walk down the aisle to meet Matty, I will be walking down the aisle of our school auditorium. It’s time to make some new memories at my school, and the venue couldn’t be more beautiful.
We invited the entire staff, and most of our students, including some special ones we had in the past. Neither one of us has a large family so the bulk of our guests are from work.
Maybe this is one reason workplace relationships shouldn’t be frowned upon. Because if they weren’t, we’d all be invited to a lot more parties.
“It’s time, princess,” my daddy says. He holds out his hand to me. “I’m very happy for you, Shelly. You have found yourself a good man. I wish you many years of happiness.” He kisses my cheek, and wraps my hand around the crook of his arm.
“Thank, Daddy,” I murmur. I release a deep breath and tell him, “Let’s do this.”
The doors fly open and I can hear the bridal procession begin.
Here I come, Matt Fuller.
I lock eyes with his the whole way, and we smile. I notice the creases in the corners of his eyes are magnified with happiness and his baby blues sparkle in the spotlight.
When I reach him, he takes my hands in his and the joy I feel is overwhelming.
We say our vows, exchange rings, and when my husband kisses me for the first time, I shiver with excitement as tears stream down my face.
“I’m so glad you fell in love with me, Shelly.”
“And I’m glad you were so confident that I would.”
He kisses me again before we turn around to see our family, friends, and students.
The minister says, “I now introduce to you for the very first time: Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Fuller.”
As we make our way out of the auditorium, I think back to the evening on the football field and can’t believe Matty did all that for me. He actually pulled it off and I had absolutely no idea. After the surprise engagement, we all went back to my parents house, where I learned Matty had visited my parents to ask for my hand in marriage. From that moment, my parents accepted him into our family with full hearts and open arms.
Talk about new traditions. Maybe Matty started one. Maybe next year, someone will follow his lead and propose marriage on the fifty yard line with a rice crispy snack and a giant sign. Our aides rolled up the banner for us and it’s like a foot in diameter squished in the corner of our closet. But I had to keep it.
My rice crispy treat is still in the freezer at our new home. We bought a three bedroom house together close to work. We got lucky on a thirty day escrow and have been living there for two weeks, taking care to christen every room with our love making.
We never made it to the dance the night of the engagement, but we did make it to a fancy hotel with a Jacuzzi tub, a giant bed, and plenty of wall space.
It’s crazy I’m even thinking about this now. How many other “just married” brides walk back down the aisle smiling at their guests thinking about the first time she made love to her brand spanking new husband? Not many, I’d guess. Leave it to me.
But I can’t help it.
When we entered our hotel room on our engagement night, we both knew what was going to happen. There wasn’t a doubt in our minds. Matty plopped our bags down on the leather bench seat at the foot of the king sized bed, he looked at me with his hands on his hips and grinned.
I smiled back, wondering how long it would take for us to get naked.
He stepped toward me, pushing his chest to mine, till I backed up against a wall.
“How’s this?” he had asked.
“It’ll work,” I answered, remembering The Notebook.
He covered my mouth with his, and kissed me deeply, our tongues tangled together, my palms were pressed flat against the wall holding me steady, and Matty’s fingers weaved in my hair. Without touching him, the pressure of his kiss had my senses on high alert. He sucked hard on my bottom lip before dragging his mouth down my neck, and yanking open my hot pink cardigan. Buttons popped off along the way, and he cupped my right breast in one hand as he lifted my shirt with his other.
With a moistened kiss planted to my belly, I could almost hear a sizzle as his tongue flitted across my skin. He unfastened the buttons on my jeans with one hand, and with each press of his lips on my navel, and my hips, my pants slid down my waist and then my thighs. When Matty pulled down my black panties, he traced the path with his warm tongue and I almost came right then, but he stopped me.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
“Shit, Matty, I don’t know if I can handle anymore,” I told him, through heavy breaths.
With a quick kiss pressed to my sex, he stood to lift me and pin me against the wall. I could feel his erection rubbing against me and I wanted nothing more than his jeans to disappear. It was as if Matty could hear me because he put me down and without ever removing his lips from mine, he kicked off his shoes, yanked on his pants, and both them and his boxer briefs shimmied to the floor.
My hand shot to his shaft, my fingers strummed along his smooth skin and I had the impulse to bend down and take him into my mouth in one big gulp of flesh. I felt him slide across my ton
gue as my mouth opened, and my lips closed around him, just one slow glide down his length, and one pulsing glide up. He gasped when the wet suction of my lips lingered on his head, and I squeezed my fingernails into his ass.
Then, I let him go, and our lips found each other once more.
He lifted me again and I tried to raise my legs to wrap around his core, but I couldn’t. My jeans and shoes were still on and we laughed. He found the hem of one of my pant legs and yanked it over my shoe. I shook my foot loose from one side of my panties, and his hands dropped from my ass to my thighs. The next time when he propelled me against the wall, my legs were free to encircle him.
Within seconds, I felt Matty plunge inside me. He didn’t tease me with just a little at a time, he went hard and deep, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as I took him in all at once.
I gasped, groaned, moaned, and ohmygoded all at the same time.
Matty buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily, and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it like that.”
“It’s okay. It’s great actually, but...” I managed to say, digging my pink high-top Chucks into his backside. “This can’t be comfortable for you.”
With Matty still pulsing inside me, we continued the conversation. “This is a lot more difficult than it looks. What’s her name wasn’t wearing skinny jeans and Converse in the movie,” he said through a chuckle.
“Take me to the bed, Matty,” I told him.
With my ass cupped in his strong grip, Matty walked me over to the bed. I placed one hand on the leather bench stabilizing myself to tear off my Chucks and peel off my jeans. Though, in a flash of movement I wasn’t expecting, I was on my elbows and knees on the bed. Matty massaged my bottom while his erection poked at my flesh from behind. I reached down and guided him inside, and he thrust his hips as I backed into him slow and steady. I explored the action, allowing my fingers to feel him sliding in and out. When I grasped his balls in my hand, I backed into him harder, this time circling my hips in tune with each stroke.
I gasped, groaned, moaned, and ohmyGoded yet again, and more than once.
Matty withdrew himself from me, and grasped my ass tightly, holding on like he was willing himself to hang on just a bit longer.
I dropped to my stomach and rolled over, my pants still tangled around one of my ankles, and only the laces of one shoe loosened.
Matty stood and hiked my foot on his thigh to take it off. Once both shoes were removed, he tossed my jeans and panties to the side as well. He pulled his shirt over his head and climbed into bed with me as I got rid of my tee and bra.
Finally, we were both naked.
He kissed my nose first and told me he loved me.
I sat up and positioned myself so I straddled him, took him in my hand, and let myself envelop around him. I pressed my breasts to his chest and he traced his hands up and down my back, the pads of his fingertips sending tingles like pin pricks across my body.
The rotation of my hips allowed me to grind my love button against him, and plunged him deeper and deeper into the heart of my sex. Matty’s hands squeezed my hips, and I noticed his teeth biting down on the corner of his bottom lip. The intense look on his face did me in. I could only last for a minute or so more before I collapsed on his chest, feeling the pulse between my legs tighten in spasms as we both released.
Matty yanked on my arms and pulled me down to him for our first after sex kiss. It was peck after peck to my lips, my neck, my throat, my chest, before I rolled over next to him.
We both sighed, and I thought, I could definitely get used to this. This man is all mine. Forever.
Of course, I was the first to say something. “Holy son of a sex fest,” I had yelped, still panting like I just finished the L.A. marathon. He chuckled, and I continued, “I so didn’t expect our first time to last so long.”
He chuckled again, and ran his fingers through his dampened hair. “I kinda shot one off this morning in the shower.” He paused, and touched a gentle kiss to my nose. “To get ready for tonight.”
“Well, thank you,” I said, cracking up too. We spooned for the rest of the evening, and woke up early in the morning for another round of love making to make up for all the time I’d wasted before telling the man, who I’d soon marry, I loved him.
And now. Leaving this auditorium hand-in-hand with my best friend, and now husband, I just can’t help but smile with such giddy satisfaction.
It finally happened.
I finally found a man who loves me enough to nail me against the wall.
The end.
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Mel & Tyler ...
"Can I have this dance, pretty lady?" Tyler holds out his hand, one side of his mouth rising in a sexy grin.
I glance up at him, trying to resist his adorable appeal. "Lady, huh? Do I look fifty to you?"
"Come on now, Mel. Don't be such a smart ass. Isn't it customary for the best man to dance with the maid of honor?" He puts his hands on his hips and smiles.
"Well, if I must." I stand up, with a sigh, and he engulfs my teeny hand in his strong grip. I've never felt more safe and loved before in my entire life than when I’m with Tyler. This is what this man does to me. With the slightest touch, my insides swirl around like the spin cycle of a washing machine. But the unease isn't all about the sparks flying between us. I'm just plain sad. I only have one week with him and then he's off again. How can I get that out of my mind long enough to enjoy the time we do have together? It doesn't seem possible.
When we reach the hard wood dance floor, he takes my right hand in his, and wraps his left arm around me, resting his palm slightly above my bottom. I can feel his embrace get tighter as he leans down to nuzzle my neck. Inhaling the scent that's so distinctively his, I get lightheaded and brace myself against his chest so I don't slither down his body into a pile of mush.
I don't think I can ever love anyone more than I love Tyler. I've loved him almost my entire life. I've waited half my life for him to hold me like this and my heart aches knowing that it will soon be over, again.
How many times can I really put myself through this? When he left after winter break, I'll admit it. I cried. Shelly doesn't know that and neither does Tyler. They both think I'm this strong Latina woman with tough skin. Especially since I got over my divorce rather quickly. That was easy though. The mother trucker was cheating on me with some nasty ass blonde bimbo from work. As if I was going to waste my time fretting over a man who never had enough time for me, yet he had plenty to be screwing some colleague on his cherry wood desk at work. No thank you. Seeing your husband and his mistress all wrapped up with your very own eyes does a lot for the recovery of a broken heart.
But damn me for not being able to resist my best friend's brother. I'd kept him at arm's length in high school and in college, but recently, at the first opportunity, we're doing the wild thing in Shelly's spare bedroom. I wonder if she's noticed she needs a new mattress in there. Those springs are way too squeaky.
The song plays on. Adele wailing about someone who did her wrong. This is so not wedding music. It makes me want to slit my wrists. Figuratively, of course.
Tyler loosens his grip. "What are you thinking about, Melly Belly?" Gosh I used to hate it when people called me that. But with Tyler, it's like a sweet love s
ong whispering in my ears.
"I'm thinking about how depressing this song is," I tell him, looking up into his almond-shaped green eyes.
He chuckles. "Yeah, pretty grim for a wedding, huh?" he responds.
“More appropriate for a funeral.”
“Wedding. Funeral. Aren’t they synonymous? I'm sure Matt feels like his life is ending right now."
I smack him in the chest. He throws his head back with a big belly laugh causing all the guests who were enjoying the sad song to look our way. He snuggles me close again, still giggling in my ear. I can actually feel the goofball still shaking with laughter and it makes my heart melt even more.
"You guys look like you're having way to much fun over here. You been hittin' the bar without me, Mel?" Shelly asks.
"Oh no, your brother hear is just full of jokes." I punch him in the arm. Then I tell her what he said. Matt laughs along with him until Shel swings her trademark back hand into his chest. That's my girl.
"Let's go get a drink," Shel says, linking her arm in mine. "These two knuckleheads can dance with each other."
I can't help but crack up when she orders a beer at the bar. Here she is, in this gorgeous gown, beautiful hair, and stunning makeup, looking like the bell of the ball, elegant from head to toe. And she has a bottle of Newcastle in her hand. Not even a glass. The bartender offered and she looked at him like he was crazy, as if he offended her.
She takes a swig and lets out a big "Ahhh" sound.
"Nice, Shel. Very lady like," I tease her.
"Oh excuse me," she snickers. "Let me put my pinky up. Is that better?"
We both laugh.
"Here's to a life full of love, happiness, and wild sex against the wall?" I toast to her.
She clinks her bottle of beer against my rather large glass of Stella Rosa sweet red wine.
"How about just wild sex anywhere? Against the wall sounds all hot and sexy and all. But it's not all that practical. Downright uncomfortable if you ask me. We’ve tried."
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