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Wedding On Saturday before/after Saturday Audrey and I went to my cousin's wedding. It was at a local country club that has aspirations of being the area's premier exclusive joint. Yeah, one of THOSE places. I hate those kinds of places. Its not that I prefer one segment of society over another. But when you go to eat at a place that has pretensions of being more than it is, its usually a pain in the ass. Its like going to see a band that doesnt know its style yet. But anyway. The ceremony was held in a back patio sort of area, behind the club, in front of the course. Aud and I poached seats in the shade. The sun was hot, and I really couldnt see sitting through an entire ceremony like that. Maybe it was rude that we sat down early, and on the wrong side of the aisle, but fuck it. These things are always so self-indulgent anyway. The stuffed up pricks who want to be cocks about it can sit in the baking sun. I will take my jacket off and sit in the shade. Ceremony went well. Rituals and stuff are always fun. Little voodoo bulwarks for the minutae that is the human life versus the inescapable tide of time. Taken from the caves to the golf-courses of modern times. Spooky, spooky. Big man in the sky, approve my consensual monogamous relationship. We will forget that this used to be a proprietal relationship with dowry being provided to the man who took on a woman in such an affair, as well as that whole stretch of human history where a man could have many wives. On second thought, lets go back to the multiple wives thing, but extend the rights to women as well. You should be able to have as many as you can afford. It was with the side of the family that I'm not that close with. We wandered in after the ceremony and had appetizers. Wonderful cheese and fruits. Excellent pineapple slices. I fed Audrey a couple as we stood in a corner of the room as it filled with people. Open bar. They also had this thing where you had to find a sucker which was stuck into a cake that had your name on a little envelope tied to the sucker.. This was your seating arrangement. In the little envelope attatched to the sucker contained a little personalized message on a plastic slip, backed by red manilla paper.
I introduced Audrey to my uncle and a cousin. My cousin and his wife were in charge of the sucker-cake. He had a shell-shocked sort of demeanor when I introduced Audrey to him, sort of a freaked out quality. I can only imagine the sucker-cake responsibilities were getting to him. This is a man with three teenage boys. He should be able to handle anything. We wandered in and sat down, people harassed the help for more drinks at the separate bar stations. There was a self-indulgent slide-show display and music recounting the happy couple's "journey together". They introduced the RSVP game wherein when anyone clanks the glass with a fork to get the newleyweds to kiss, they draw from a batch of RSVP's, and they have to stand up in front of the crowd to show the married couple how to kiss, and then the happy couple has to emulate them. Its was nice, repressed, WASP'Y fun. People giggled and applauded all around. I really didnt want to see any of those people kiss or anything, though. Some things are better left to the imagination. And hopefully that imagination is not mine. I went and got some food eventually from the buffet. 3 types of meat, lots of salad, plenty of sides. Good food. Quality wasnt what I expected but the prime rib was excellent. While I was there I teased one of the managers, a cute girl, about something. One of her employees had piped up that he thought she was going to chastise him. "How mean ARE you to these guys?" I asked. "Only enough to keep them together." she replied. We bantered back and forth a bit, and she ended up walking away, saying something, giggling and looking back at me. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, but didnt return the look. Time went on, and I saw everyone navigate around, impelled by their vices and issues as people are wont to do. My cousin sat with her father, my uncle, and threw issue after issue out trying to disguise it as friendly conversation, with only her eyes betraying the truth. 48, twice divorced, two daughters. The wild child. "You can't DO anything now, because I got my own house." she crowed. Which she's building an ostentatious home wherever the hell it is. I havent cared to go see. "That's right," my uncle said."She's got her own house now, she's on her own," The tension was subtle. "And what do I need a MAN for?" she sparked, "Maybe later for companionship, but I'm done with THAT for now." She lived in SanFran for awhile. I can only imagine the tales of debauchery that swirled around her. But then, they were thick around me and no one has said anything. Yet. There were double shot glasses in front of everyone, gifts. One of my cousins, a lawyer, went and filled them with tequilla. "Ta-kill-ya!" he bellowed, setting shots down in front of his side of the table. My other cousin, his brother, fresh home from Iraq (and he's 58!) did one with aplomb. I chatted amiably enough with my uncle, with whom I havent seen in years because of grudges old and new between he and my mother, his sister. We really didnt have much to talk about, but I tried anyway. My parents shifted in their seats while this went on, but an old friend once told me that just because someone hates someone else, even if its your mother who holds a grudge against someone else, doesnt mean that you have to hate that person. Such once-removed grudges don't help things, either. It was awkward. The night went on, more tequilla was dished out. My father and my cousin, they lawyer, talked about the lack of freedom for kids today, and how they used to drive cars down railroad tracks at night. "All you had to do was let some air out of the tires, it matched right up. Smoothest ride I've ever had." he said. Of course, my brother got into trouble for something like that, so I ignored the hypocrisy. My dad really gave it my brother, then, too. In his defense, however, I think my brother's episode might have had more to do with shitty driving than anything. He is one horrible driver. I can only manage to ride with him because I think I'm centered, and have resolved any fear of death into the inevitable. My brother exited from a bridge, then exited from the exit, driving down a hill, and then trying to get around on the traintracks when the police stopped him. I've questioned him in the past whether or not he meant to do that. He always asserts that he did, but I remain skeptical. He is one lousy-assed driver. They did the garter belt thing, followed by the bridal boquet-throwing thing. They really had to work to get the single guys up there to catch the garter belt. I demurred, and no one cajoled me. Rituals sometimes are better watched than participated. Ends up I lucked out when a real freak of a girl caught the boquet. That, and the guy catching the garter belt was unusally aggressive. They deserved each other, I think, although I can't for sure say why. I guess if you're that lonely that you want to get your kicks by participating in such things, then you deserve what you get. Aud and I left after the mother-son dance. I rapped her ear off on the way home, all hopped up on caffeine. Really good coffee at the reception. I asked her if we had time for a quickie at home, but it didnt seem that we did. At my house, she bent over her bag to get her clothes to get ready for work. She had to work a third that night and had to leave shortly. I undid my pants and pulled my dick out, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties down. "Bend over." I said in a husky voice. She giggled nervously not knowing what to do as I pushed on her back. "Not HERE." she said. So I pulled her into my bedroom, quickly taking my clothes off. We kissed as I undid her top and pulled her panties all the way off and onto my floor. I pushed her back on the bed and she spread her legs for me. Fingering her long enough to get her wet, I slid my cock inside of her, pumping hard. I alternated between fucking her cheek to cheek, wrapping her in tight embraces and pulling back fucking her porn-star style. Every so often I would slow down and enter her by the militmeter, as she gasped in pleasure and exhasperation. Eventually she tried to grab my ass and force me inside of her. "Are you trying to grab my ass and make me fuck you?" I asked, "You naughty little girl." And I fucked her hard. "You naughty girl, you little slut, you're just doing whatever you can to get all of my cock, arent you." She yelped and moaned. "You're MY little slut. And I'm going to cum inside you. My cum is going to run down your leg." And I worked towards a creshendo, grabbing her ass with both hands and fucking her. Her cunt got unbelievably hot and wet until I finally released, both of us gasping, sweaty, and my cock throbbed wads of semen inside of her. As I came, she came, her pussy quickly clenching my cock and releasing in a fast twitch. I rolled off of her, sweaty, huffing for a breath. "Wheww! Have fun at work!" And that was saturday.
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