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Julie’s stomach was in knots as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had long dreamed of this day and she was glad it was finally here. Everything was perfect. From the strapless, slim fitting Vera Wang gown to the silver Manolo Blahnik heels. She tried smiling, but she couldn’t. Somehow, she still felt like something was not right. Meg walked in and looked at her.
“What do you think?” Julie asked smiling.
“You look beautiful love,” Meg gushed.
“Really? You don’t think I should have gone with an illusion neckline or something? Because I feel a bit Kardashian like in this,” Julie frowned.
“Please don’t second guess yourself. You’ve come a little too far, don’t you think?”
Julie smiled and nodded. Her smile faded when she saw the time.
“But why hasn’t the ceremony began yet? Why am I still here?” she asked. Meg frowned and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Would you relax already? This is what happens at weddings. Things are never on time. You should know that,” she reassured her. “And stop looking at the time already. It’s your day. It doesn’t matter what time the ceremony begins,” she added. Julie smiled and shrugged.
“I don’t know, Meg. I have a strange feeling that something is wrong,” she fretted.
“Really? Like what?” Meg asked as Julie sat down.
“Well, there is the dreaded question, right?” Julie said. Meg shook her head.
“The question? Is there anybody among us who has any reason why these two shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony? That question?” she asked. Julie frowned and nodded. “Really? What do you think will happen? That some guy will oppose you two getting married?”
“Or some girl,” she said. Meg smiled and shook her head.
“These are just jitters. Every bride gets them. Just don’t read too much into it,” she said. Just then, the priest walked in.
“I’m sorry, Miss Parker. I can’t hold off any longer,” he informed her. Julie took a long, deep breath and leaned back.
“This is not happening,” she thought as she fought back the tears that threatened to flow freely down her cheeks.
“Miss Parker?” she heard the priest call her. But she didn’t want to open her eyes. Opening them would mean facing the harsh reality and the only guilty pleasure she had was in her head…assuming everything else didn’t exist. She could still hear the priest talking, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less about what he had to say. Her eyes were still closed when she suddenly felt clarity about her and a familiar female British accent. She opened her eyes to see Steven’s sister looking at her with sad eyes.
“Don’t even say it,” Julie whispered.
“I’m sorry, honey. Steven’s not going to make it,” she said looking at Julie. By now, the tears she had fought back so long were flowing freely down her cheeks.
“Julie…are you okay?” that was Meg.
“We can still…” the priest was now talking. It was too much. She just wanted everyone to shut the hell up. She put her hands over her ears and screamed loudly…
“Julie! Juelz! What is it? What’s going on?” Steven was holding her hand, trying not to startle her. He switched on the light on the night stand. Julie was still shaking her head, shaking her whole body…convulsing even. “Julie, wake up!” he yelled, loud enough to make her open her eyes. She looked up at him as she breathed heavily. “Are you okay?” he asked in a whisper. She looked into his eyes and nodded. Steven pulled her close to him and held her close. “You had me worried there,” he admitted. Julie felt a wetness on her cheek and that was when she realized that the dream-no-nightmare she’d just had was every bit real as she could have ever imagined. Steven planted a kiss on the top of her head and she looked up at him.
“What’s the time?” she asked. Steven looked at the clock on the night stand.
“A little after two,” he replied. Julie smiled sadly.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she apologized. Steven smiled.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” he asked. She took a long, deep breath and leaned her head against his chest.
“The wedding,” she said. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Still?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated.
“I’ve heard of pre-wedding jitters but I never thought they were this bad,” Steven said with a smile. Julie smiled and put her hand on his chest.
“You know that’s what Meg said,” she said. Steven looked down at her.
“In the dream?” he asked. Julie nodded. “And where was I in that dream?”
“You know, that was the whole basis of the nightmare,” she explained.
“Nightmare? I just thought it was a bad dream,” he said. Julie gave him one of those ‘you better shut your mouth’ looks. “Okay, I know the definition of a nightmare is a bad dream. My bad. So what was it about me being at the wedding that was so bad?” he asked. Julie rested her head on his chest again.
“You’re missing the point. You were not there. Your sister delivered the bad news while I was there waiting to be called into the chapel,” she said. Steven looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t turn up for my own wedding? Seriously?” he asked. By that time, they were both fully awake. Julie looked at him and nodded. “Wow, that’s really bad,” he grimaced.
“You have no idea. I was right there looking pretty in my gown and everything. It was terrible,” Julie said. Steven raised her chin and looked into her eyes.
“You know I would never stand you up at the altar, right?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.
“I just…this is my first marriage and I want it to be the only time I ever get married,” she said.
“It’s going to be my first and last too,” he answered with a smile. “And it’s going to be perfect,” he added. Julie looked at him and smiled.
“You really think so?”
“Oh I know so,” he told her, smiling. She put her hand on his chest and smiled back.
“You always know what to say to cheer me up,” she said. Steven slid his hand down one side of her body and stopped when he placed his hand on her hip. Julie noticed the bedding on his crotch getting elevated. She looked at him and smiled. “Baby, what are you doing?” He turned around and looked at her.
“Proving to you that I have no reason to stand you up at the altar,” he winked before he brought his head down and kissed her gently.
“Sweetie, I have to work in a few hours. You too,” she said in a whisper when he pulled away.
“Some things are more important,” he said before he kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth softly and slipped her hand behind his neck kissing him deeply. Steven flipped her over so that she could come on top and moaned softly when his hand slowly slid down to cup a feel of her breast through the silky fabric of her night dress. He felt her nipple respond almost immediately, pressing hard against his palm. He pulled away from her lips and traced his kisses from her chin to her neck. With one hand, he tugged on the ribbon that held the two sides of her night dress together. He pulled back and sighed softly when he saw the fabric sliding off her perky tits. “Beautiful,” he whispered before he flipped her again getting her under him. He kissed the tops of her breasts slowly and she thrust her bosom at him, hoping that she would force him to take in her nipple but he never did. He kissed her again and there were little sexy endearments coming from her. She slowly ran her hands under his shirt, slowly making him get harder. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her thigh and it excited her. She began raising his shirt up until she got to his shoulders. Steven looked into her eyes and then pulled it over his head and he thought to return the favor. He lifted the night dress up and then pulled it over her head. She was now naked under him. He had half a mind to get his body on top of her. He longed to feel her nipples press against his chest. He looked at her and smiled when he saw that even in the dark light, she was blushing. The way she was looking up at him was something that bordered on adoration. She put her hand on his chest and caressed it gently, running her hands down his navel. She raised her head and began kissing his chest, her tongue slowly running her tongue over his nipples.
“Baby, you’re…oh baby,” he moaned as she kissed his chest. He supported her head with his hand as she ran her tongue across his chest. It was difficult to do this in this position, but he didn’t really care, giving her support to her head. Soon, she’d had enough. She put her hands around his shoulders and flipped him over. She looked down at him and smiled. She was fully aware of the way her breasts hang down her chest, heavily. She looked down at him and lowered her head to resume her kissing duties. By this time, his fully erect cock was pressing even harder into her ass and she began grinding her as on his crotch. Steven moaned softly and put his hands on her waist.
He slipped his fingers in either side of her panties and began tugging at them. She pulled away and pulled them off before she went ahead to pull his shorts off. She got back on the bed and looked at him as she gently stroked his cock which was already raging hard. She lay on her side facing him as he went on stroking him and his mouth found her neck. She felt her skin raising goose bumps when his tongue gently ran along the length of her neck. He pulled away and looked at her before he began tracing his kisses down her chest. She moaned softly when he took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking softly. A tingle went down her spine as he gave equal attention to the other nipple from his flicking fingertips. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt him caressing her sensitive areas with the tip of his tongue. She moaned softly as his hand went down to her crotch. She gasped when he stroked her wetness with his fingers. She gasped again when he began to slowly finger her. She held the back of his head as he sucked on her nipple while viciously fingering her. She stroked his cock again, but when he pulled back, she got low on the bed. Steven looked down at her and she looked up briefly before she gently took in the tip of his cock into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” Steven moaned in a low voice. She smiled as she took more of his shaft into her mouth. She loved the way he throbbed in her palm and in her mouth. She reveled in the sweet salty taste in her mouth as she slowly and sensuously worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She pulled her head away and looked at him before she took him as deep as she could making him moan out loudly.
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