STORY EXCERPT

She calmly walked to the back of the group, away from any chance of actually catching the tossed bouquet. She smiled and clapped with the rest of the group. Walking back towards their table she congratulated Linda on her catch. Then she paused beside Glen, unable to resist telling him, "Here's your chance, big boy. Go get the garter and your girl!" She tossed back her head and laughed until his arm caught her around the waist and tugged her to him.

"Fire, Carly, I warned you." His mouth dropped down in a firm, hard kiss. It became a kiss that most people in the room didn't miss, including the bride and groom and Linda. He paused to steady her on her feet before leaving her to join the other single men. When Pat flipped the garter over his head, it sailed smoothly to the right, landing in Walter's outstretched hand. Carly accepted the glass of champagne Glen pressed into her hand while they watched Walter put the garter on Linda's leg. Higher and higher his hands went, and Carly turned away.

"If he touched you like that, I'd have hurt him," Glen told her in a completely serious voice, his tone conversational. She had no pithy reply. Keeping her mouth from dropping open was hard enough. When she did speak, she surprised herself.

"If he tired to touch me like that, I'd have let you," she answered in all seriousness. There were a few more traditions to finish. First Sandy would dance with her father. She slipped out onto the balcony and let her head drop back against the cool brick of the building. 

"Are you okay, Carly? Does this tradition bother you?" She thought she was alone, hadn’t realized Glen followed her. She took a step away from the wall and stood straight. His words weren't meant to be mean. His voice held no malice.

"I'm a big girl now. I've come to terms with my parents’ situation." She was thankful he didn't hover, rather he left alone. All that was left was to cut the cake. She'd slipped back inside for the ritual. Afterward, Patrick pulled her into a slow dance and held her tight.

"Carly, you look beautiful today. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, Pat. You and Sandy deserve to be happy together."

"I agree," he told her with a laugh. "Seems my brother has finally realized you're not the scrawny kid from across the street anymore."

"So it seems."

"What are you going to do about it?"

She moved back and looked at Patrick for a long second before bursting out laughing. "Nothing, it's his choice." She didn't add the “this time” but she thought it.

"I think he might need a little friendly persuasion." She stopped laughing and became rigid in his arms.

"No, don't."

"All right, I was just teasing. I'll leave you two alone to work it out."

"Thank you. Besides, there's really nothing to work out. He was just stuck with me for the night because he felt obligated being my partner."

This time Patrick laughed at her. "If that's what you think, you aren't as educated as those diplomas say."

"Patrick, you're going on your honeymoon in a few hours. Leave your brother and me home, okay?" He nodded his acceptance and let her lead their dance towards his bride.

ADULT EXCERPT

Glen reluctantly released her and stood her away from him. After several deep breaths, he managed to pull her lace panties away from her most private place. They fell to her ankles. Short, dark curls covered her, glistening with the warmth he'd created. Glen stroked his fingers against her bare skin, and she moaned aloud. The sound spurred him on, and he slipped the tip of his index finger between her moist folds. Carly writhed over his finger, and he pulled back, shifting her to the bed beside him. She kicked off her shoes and panties, rolling onto her side and watching him undress.

He got a case of nerves with her watching so blatantly and stopped to kiss her, taking the focus off him. When he pulled away, her eyes were glazed over, and she dropped back onto the bed. Only when he lay beside her did she reach to him. Her hand felt hot against his hard skin, her fingers soft and teasing. She held him for a long time, stroking and feeling.

Shifting over him, Carly reached to turn on the light, then dropped back beside him. "I want to see you," she managed to tell him before she slipped down his body to study what she held. Glen took a sharp breath as she ran her fingers over his length. His eyes slipped closed at her movements, his fingers tangling in her long hair. He didn't push her downward. He’d used her hair to pull her back up his body to his mouth. This was too good to waste on a quick hand job. He wanted to experience her at his leisure, to truly make love to the woman who openly gave herself to him. 

Glen found kissing Carly unlike any other woman before her. Tentative at first, she fought for control of the kiss before she slipped away, focusing her attention back on his cock. Her hand manipulated him, and her finger soothed the clear drop of fluid he leaked down along his base. A tentative lick of her tongue followed her finger’s path, and he throbbed at her attentions. Carly talked to him, whispering more to herself, he realized, about his size and girth. She seemed intrigued by the texture of him and followed her instincts to pleasure him. In a short time, she had him ready to lose control, and he didn't want that just yet. Again he pulled her back up the length of his body and rolled onto her.

"Carly, I want to be inside you," he told her just before he moved away from her. Her fingers reached to him while he pulled protection from his wallet. She laughed when he tossed the leather pouch across the room and turned back to her. She must have assumed he would finally enter her, but he slipped down her body to taste her heat. Carly froze under him for just a second, but he didn't stop. He waited while she calmed and started again with his intimate kiss, knowing the exact second she surrendered to him. Her sigh was music to his ears as she settled before him, allowing him to touch and lick her pussy. Glen tried to take it slow, but her body excited him, her taste made his cock grow. Her small whimpers had him on the verge of coming. With a definite purpose, he slowed his licking, using his index finger to penetrate her pussy. Just the tip at first until her moisture coated it, then deeper as her body hitched forward to take it deeper. Continuing to suckle her clit and finger her, he realized just how tight she was when he slipped a second finger beside the first.