Deporting Dominic

by Lindemann, Renee

  “Get the fuck out of here. You believe that nonsense,” Sidney questions.

  “Absolutely! I went down on him after Cassie’s party bus and he repaid me oh so nicely.” All the girls holler and slap hands with each other.

  “So I guess you owe me a thanks,” Cassie suggests laughing loudly.

  “Ok more Miss Bride,” Briana insists.

  “I am the only woman he has ever had sex without a condom.”

  “Okay really Sammie you are buying this from him?” Sidney’s mouth is wide open.

  “Yes he has no reason to lie to me Sid. The sex is soooooo good that I would buy whatever he was selling.”

  I tried to control the drawl of my speech but I am feeling free to speak thanks to my drinks. The ladies are definitely entertained but want more juicy details. “Dominic is the only man to ever make me come during actually sex.”

  “You have never had an orgasm with penetration?” India asked wrinkling her stubby nose.

  “Uh nope but Dominic demands it every time and my body does what it is told by him.”

  “Wow he is like a god or something,” Briana said in disbelief. “It is hard for me too cousin to come just from sex.”

  “I guess it runs in the family. Just so y’all know I love him so much.” I feel the tears welling up in my eyes as Sidney reaches for my hand.

  “We know you do Sammie.”

  Briana and the other girls nod in unison.

  “Okay bitches it is not my turn any more. India truth or dare,” I shouted and receive resounding laughter.

  “Fine, dare bitches,” India shouts back flexing her long brown arms above her head. She is prepared for a workout.

  “You have to flash the next car containing a man your tits,” Cassie demanded. We all give a collective “ooh” as Cassie issues the dare. I unbuckle my seat belt climbing into the back seat while India moves to the passenger seat. As we approach Interstate 10 we are at a light and the car that pulls up next to us contains two average looking guys. Sidney rolls down the window waving her hands to get their attention as India pulls up her tank top. Staring at them is two brown oversized pair of breasts. They both gape in surprise as she screams, “Look at these beautiful babies.”

  Lydia quickly gets to the front and pulls up her shirt revealing massively sized breasts. They both shake and tease as the red light changes to green. Both men are transfixed on the boobs next to them. Cars honk their horns in response to both our lack of movement. Sidney floors the minivan heading to the on ramp for Interstate 10. The men follow our lead and pull up next to us on the freeway. The passenger unzips his pants and strokes his erection as we drive down the freeway laughing.

  “Nice dick baby,” Lydia screams out the window.

  “Those some nice big ass titties,” the driver screams back. “Where are you all headed?”

  “University of Arizona, our girl is getting married. This is a bachelorette party.”

  “Wow we need to hook up. Can we follow you?”

  “Yes follow us.” India yells this back as she rolls up the window.

  “Okay whose turn is it now?” I yell from the back seat then point my finger at Cassie.

  “Truth,” Cassie said meekly. Briana announces her truth and the game continues until we reach my apartment building.

  CHAPTER 32

  “Hey baby,” I said into my cell phone.

  “Oh you sound wasted,” Dominic replies quickly sounding drunk as well.

  “So do you baby. Where are you?”

  “I am on my way home. Where are you?”

  “We are pulling into the parking lot now. We are all going in so y’all hurry your asses and get here I need some kisses.”

  “Just kisses?” Dominic voice is low and husky immediately dampening the space between my thighs.

  “Well kisses and your fingers because in two more days I am going to wear you out.” I giggle like a schoolgirl at my revelation.

  “That’s what I want to hear baby. See you in a minute.”

  The two guys in the car are actually decent looking guys. The tall blond haired passenger who showed his manhood immediately went for India. While the driver a shorter Hispanic guy with black hair pulled Lydia to his side. After making introductions I we all chatted in the parking lot to stall until Dominic pulled up. I was drunk but still leery about letting Josh and Jose into our apartment.

  Dominic wrapped me up in his arms plying me with sensual kisses. Everyone hooped and hollered as he did this. I just enjoyed my future husband’s lips upon my lips. It was intense kisses as he explored my mouth with his tongue. We were both lost in the kisses until Drake physically split us about.

  “Damn you two still have to get married in a few days,” he exclaimed pulling Dominic off me. Sidney grabbed on to Mario who kissed her on the forehead. They were both quite sober and it warmed my heart they did this so we could have a good evening.

  Inside the apartment we continue the game of truth or dare. It is hard to keep the noise level down as the game intensified with dares and truths.

  “We started this game in the minivan,” Briana announces, “So for your truth Dominic we need to know. Have you gone down on any other woman except Sammie?”

  “Bri-Bri what the hell,” I exclaim loudly.

  “I have never gone down on any other woman except my wife. Anyone who has told you different is a liar,” Dominic stated emphatically. I am already sitting on his lap and he jerks me back against him planting kisses on my neck.

  “Truth or dare Briana,” Dominic asked with happiness.

  “Dare,” Briana said boldly. Sidney and Mario pass out red cups with drinks in them and finally indulge now that they are in the comfort of our apartment.

  “I dare you to give Drake a lap dance.” Briana harrumphs as she walks over to Drake seated in a dining room chair. Drake looks happy with that dare and shoots Dominic thumbs up. I jump up to put my IPod on the speaker pushing play to Milkshake by Kelis. Briana dances all over Drake as I cover Dominic’s eyes to her smooth moves. By the end of the night there have been several lap dances both male and female. There were mock blowjobs and other wild dares that left the party drained. Dominic and I sobered up really quickly when we realized we were not letting our drunken houseguests leave. The two guys stayed with Lydia and India crashed on the floor with pillows from the couch. Sidney and Mario took Morgan’s room while Drake and Briana opted for Charlie’s bed. That left the remaining party members to share the sofa bed.

  Dominic and I finally retired to our own bed after everyone was settled in.

  “Did you have fun tonight?” Dominic asked while I pulled my hair into an unruly ponytail.

  “Yes I did. Did you?” I replied back raising an eyebrow.

  “I did indeed.” Dominic slips his arms around my waist and kisses my ear.

  “You enjoyed the strippers? Where they pretty?” I asked not really wanting to know the answer to this question.

  “I did enjoy the strippers. Does that bother you?” He gives me a quizzical look as he turns me around.

  “No. I guess since it was naked women and I know you are attracted to women,” I admit, “So I guess no I am not bothered by that.”

  “Well did you enjoy your time with the male dancers?” I am not so sure he shares my sentiments on the subject so I carefully phrase my response.

  “Uh yes I did. I only had one dancer and he was pretty cool.”

  I turn out the light in the bathroom before releasing Dominic’s hold on me.

  “Really and did you find him attractive?”

  I am once again not sure he wants to know the answer to this question.

  “Yes he was pretty hot. Were the female dancers beautiful?”

  “Okay. Yes they were pretty hot.”

  I feel a pang of jealousy when he answers this question. My face is plastered with a disingenuous smile as I climb into bed.

  “Oh okay. Well I’m glad you enjoyed your bachelor party.”

  “
I am glad you enjoyed your party too Sammie,” Dominic stated with zero enthusiasm. We lie in bed together for what seems like hours but actually it’s less than an hour.

  “I hate that some dude had his junk in your face Sammie,” Dominic shouted out in the darkness of our room.

  “I really hate that some chick had her tits and cooch all up in your face. She probably showed you her birth canal, bitch.” Frustration laced my voice. In the dark my arms are folded across my breasts to emphasis my anger.

  “I did have fun Sammie but none of them had anything on you and what we have.”

  “I did too and it was weird finding myself superficially attracted to a dancer but only wanting you baby.”

  “You were attracted to him. Dammit Sammie,” he spat angrily.

  “I mean he was cute but he wasn’t you baby.” I try to sooth him with my touch but he recoils. “Dominic please you can’t tell me while those strippers were rubbing themselves against you weren’t turned on?”

  “I mean that was a natural reaction. I don’t like that you were attracted to some stripper.”

  “Uh it was a natural reaction to a hot guy end of story. The only man I want is you Dominic. I feel so guilty for wanting it to be our wedding night. I want you inside me so damn bad.” I flipped over on top of Dominic after I spoke. His body was so hard underneath me. I could barely contain my desire to rip his clothes off. Dominic’s hands were on my hair pulling me to his mouth.

  “I want to come inside you right now!”

  “I want you to but do you want me because you were aroused by some strippers?”

  “Fuck no it’s because you are mine Sammie. Do you want me inside you because some male stripper got your panties wet?”

  I tried to slip off him as my anger rises but Dominic holds me firmly in place.

  “Hell no! I want you inside me because you know how to fuck me properly,” I screech this as he flips me onto the mattress pressing his erection into me. I gasp loudly as he grinds against my thin pajama shorts. My tank top is wet as he sucks my nipples through the thin cotton material.

  “No other woman drives me crazy like you do. I can’t wait until you are my wife. I want you to pledge yourself to me and only me.”

  “I will Dominic. I only want you baby. I am already yours.”

  “This isn’t about a green card or the Olympics. I love you so much Samantha.”

  I press my lips to his allowing my tongue to slip easily inside his mouth. It takes all of his strength to fall to his side of the bed.

  “It will be here before we know it and I am going to enjoy every second,” Dominic promises.

  CHAPTER 33

  I am looking at myself in the mirror something I have done frequently since Dominic and I first became intimate. This is the first time that I truly look different to me. I am Mrs. Dominic Castillo! Early this afternoon we exchanged wedding vows in front of our family and friends. Dominic was inside our bedroom opening a bottle of champagne. The whole day replays in my mind as I spritz the jasmine scented body spray over my neck and shoulders.

  A Catholic wedding is a long ceremony steeped in rich tradition. I understood this during my many sessions with Father Foster. It was reinforced during the two rehearsals that gave the wedding party a chance to understand how to proceed.

  “Hold still please Samantha,” Amy, my hairdresser was pleading with me. I just couldn’t keep still it was my wedding day. This day was finally here and my nerves were shot. The girls and I had taken over the mall salon to get our hair and make-up completed for the afternoon ceremony. Dominic was staying at Drake’s apartment until it was time for the ceremony. His brother and father were with him while his mother and several aunts decorated the church and hall. Isabella, Dominic’s sister, was sitting across from me in a chair getting her hair fashioned into an elegant up do.

  “Calm down Sammie. It’s going to be okay,” Isabella promised in her heavily accented voice. I tried to give her a reassuring smile but the stress of the day was already wearing on me. I was marrying the love of my life today with both our families and friends in attendance. Amy called my hair do, “A classic French twist with an extra twist.” I was taking her word for it that it would be perfectly suited to both my dress and the style of my fingertip length mantilla veil. After giving it a good washing and conditioning she used flat irons to get the level of straightness she wanted. My face was so flushed I could barely look into the giant mirror as Amy pulled most of my hair into a ponytail. I decided that I should just close my eyes and let her announce when she is finished.

  “Almost done Sammie then Mary Jo is going to do your makeup,” Amy announced a little while later. I feel her push the decorative bejeweled pins that Sidney gave me as a wedding gift into my hair. When she is finished she hands me a large hand mirror to inspect her handiwork. It is simple beautiful and exactly as she promised. My hair has the signature French twist but there are curly tendrils of hair falling down the sides of my face. With the champagne colored mantilla veil in place it looked absolutely stunning. I quickly covered my mouth as a cry escaped and not the thank you I was intending.

  “I’m going to take that as you love it,” Amy replied patting my shoulders. I nod that I do love it as Mary Jo nears me.

  “Don’t worry sweetie I am going to use waterproof make-up,” Mary Jo drawls with a Southern accent.

  When we leave the mall I am doing my best to remain unemotional. The soft brown and ivory hues Mary Jo used on my eye make-up complete my overall look of understated elegance. This is the proof that you do not need to spend a billion dollars on a wedding to make it elegant.

  “Minuera hermosa,” Mrs. Castillo gushes when she sees me. She is trying not to mess up my makeup as she gives me several air kisses.

  “Gracias mama,” I replied as we get into the elevator heading to my apartment.

  Almost everyone is dressed and ready as our amateur photographer starts snapping pictures. Barry is an art history major looking to get some exposure in the field. He practically begged me to let him film and photograph the wedding. We agreed on a small nominal fee for his time. He was capturing those moments I couldn’t because I was preoccupied with being the bride.

  “The car will be here in thirty minutes,” Sidney announced. My apartment is filled with women and young ladies getting dressed. Sidney has agreed to drive my minivan with the other bridesmaids. Mrs. Castillo, my aunts, and Renata are riding with me in the luxury car. My Aunt Camille zips the back of my dress and I am ready.

  “Sammie you look so beautiful,” Sidney exclaimed through tears.

  “Mom you look fantastic,” Morgan cried reaching for me.

  “Thanks you guys. Morgan did a great job choosing the bridesmaid dresses. You guys look fabulous.”

  My mom’s wedding dress was just as I had hoped it would be, beautiful. The halter neckline did not look too risqué for a Catholic wedding. Adding the embellished detail of the champagne colored sash around my waist was a great idea. The long plush fabric fell into a stunning train behind me. I felt like a princess as everyone gave their positive opinions. Outside clutching my ivory colored rose bouquet I felt amazing. My smile was bright in every picture even as the hot Arizona sun beat down on me.

  Inside the luxury sedan the cool air was a welcomed respite from the heat outside. Mrs. Castillo and Aunt Camille held my hands as the car drove to the church. Mrs. Castillo cried softly into a lacy handkerchief as she clutched her rosary beads. I gave her hand a soft squeeze to let her know I shared her emotional sentiment but at the risk of messing up my makeup I was refraining from showing it. My dress was my something old, my Aunt Camille’s diamond jewelry was something borrowed, and my hairpins from Sidney were blue rhinestones.

  The church was exquisitely decorated each pew covered in orange blossom flowers, lace, and wedding garland. Susanne a member of the church directed me towards a small room for me to await my grand entrance.

  “Can I have a moment with my new daughter alone?”
Mrs. Castillo asked.

  “Barry can you get more pictures of my beautiful bridesmaids?”

  Barry gave a nod as he shut the door to the small room. I turn to face Mrs. Castillo nervous now about our conversation.

  “I just wanted to talk to you about your marriage. I want you to know that Dominic told me everything. I am so happy for you and my son. Thank you for loving my son. I cannot tell you what this means to our family that you truly love him. You both are young and we want you to have a long marriage.”

  Mrs. Castillo reached into her bag pulling out a small ornate antique wooden box. I sat down my bouquet and took the box from her delicate hands.

  “Trece monedas de oro. It is thirteen gold coins that Luis gave to me at our marriage. We give this to the bride to know her husband will take care of her and trusts her. Dominic cannot see you so I give to you to know he will take care of his family. The family made you this rosary with orange blossoms to wish you happy and babies. The priest will bless these out in the church.”

  I looked down at the shiny gold coins resting inside the small antique box. The tears are there and I have no way to stop them. Carefully Mrs. Castillo dabbed at my tears as hers streamed wildly. I reach out and give her a hug wishing that my mother was here.

  “It’s time Samantha,” My Uncle Winston said before taking a step back. “You look so beautiful sweetheart.” He clutched his heart losing his fight as tears fell down his cheeks. The thought that his brother missed this day saddened him but having no daughter of his own he proudly walks me down the aisle.

  “Thanks Uncle Winston, I am ready,” I replied wiping his tears before grabbing my bouquet. I slip my arm into my Uncle’s arm as we walk towards the interior of the church.

  Everyone stands as the doors open to my uncle and me. We stand at the end of the aisle for a moment then move slowly down. I hear the gush of “oohs” and “aahs” but it is Dominic’s face that I see at the altar. Dominic’s hand covers his heart as he takes his first look at me. It is then that I see the knuckle of his index finger quickly wipe away a stray tear. I smile back at him unable to fight the tears threatening at the brim of my eyes. The bridesmaids and groomsmen are already in their rightful places as we stroll down the aisle. The soft ivory dresses with champagne sash looks befitting as they stand on my left. I can hear soft weeping as I walk closer towards Dominic. I know it is my family that is weeping because my parents are not here to celebrate this day. When we approach the altar my Uncle unites my hand with Dominic.