#20 China Cat

facing his back, and spooning him. She took her underwear off, draped her leg around him, and fell asleep. They had a nap. When she woke, he had turned and was facing her, and the matching heavy, red velvet drapes were still drawn, so it was like night. He leaned in to kiss her, and she started to writhe around. She let her dress go up. She had kept shaving her peach. He looked at it a long time, then started kissing it. When he started licking it, she lost control; something came over her. She bucked and screamed. She tore her clothes off. He stopped, looked her in the eye, and said ‘…next week, let’s get married, so we can continue this…’ She was out of breath but agreed, because of the religion, because they both didn’t believe in sex before marriage, but what was that.

China was so excited. She was going to be married again, this time to a man that she had so much in common with, and he was really good looking. He had blond hair, full lips, was slender, and tall. And he did that thing with his tongue. It drove her crazy. The church agreed to make it part of the service next week if they brought the paperwork in. Thomas did that. They discussed it, and Thomas would move in to her place. She would meet the daughter the week after. The daughter, Miriam, had nothing against him getting married, she just didn’t come until the week after, and besides that just made her all the stronger as a wife, rather than just a girlfriend. The work week just crawled by, there was so much to do, and they forbid themselves from seeing each other until the ceremony. Neither one of them had anyone to invite, but the church would be full.

The ceremony was wonderful; all in white. It was a sunny day. She paid for lilies to be tied to the ends of the pews throughout the church, and two vases of them up front. She carried a bouquet of lilies and was dressed in a white lace gown. It looked like she paid thousands for it, but really, she only paid ten bucks for it at the thrift shop. He was dressed in cream-coloured cords and long sleeve shirt. It was unbuttoned part way down, and had a pointed stitched collar; it was very mod. She loved that he didn’t adhere to fashion. He was an individual. He promised to be faithful, and she promised to obey him, then they were man and wife. They could do the deed legally.

They stayed for the cold buffet and cake luncheon that the church put on for them, but couldn’t wait to get home, and get their hands on each other. Once at home, he took her veil off. He lifted up her dress, moved her underwear to one side, and did that thing with his tongue, but this time he just teased her. He lifted the dress over her head, tenderly folded it, and set it aside. All she had on was her lacey bra, panties, garter, nylons, and high heeled shoes. He loved that. They kissed passionately, and he whispered that he wanted to more than just perceive her. She could feel his hardness, so took his pants off to release him. She pushed and pulled at his clothes until he was naked. He had to be twice as long as Dan, and thicker too. That was going to hurt, but she was used to pain. In her high-heeled shoes, she straddled him, moved her underwear aside, slipped it in, and began riding at her own pace. She rode slowly until it was swallowed up. It actually felt good. She moved her pelvis up and down, letting it go in and out. He grabbed her breasts, and took them out of the bra. He left the straps on her shoulders, drank her in, then threw his head back, and screamed. He loved it, and her. He told her so. Where had she learned to do that. It drove him crazy. When he was finished, he fell asleep for the afternoon. She kept hoping he would wake up and do that thing with his tongue, but he didn’t.