We had the wedding on Friday before the mid-semester break. Sigrid's and Tom´s folks flew in with her minister the night before. I´d met Tom´s dad when he came down to see the house. He took a look at what we´d done and shook his head.
“Now, Doug,” his wife said, “It´s warm and clean. Don´t ask for too much.”
“No, hon. I meant they´ve worked wonders.”
We all went out to eat. The Sorensons were great, warm folks, and their minister was nice, serious and lots of fun.
Anne put it right to him. “You happy with this ceremony, Al?”
“Well, I have to admit I wouldn´t have suggested it. But considering the circumstances, I think it is a far better solution than a lot of couples manage. And to my mind, it´s a moral solution to a real issue.”
The next morning we gathered in the living room. We´d moved the mattresses downstairs. The floors shone with their new finish, the sun beat through the windows – we opened the inner doors and an outer window for fresh air.
Sigrid wore a white Mexican wedding dress made of alternating bands of starched white cotton and wide lace through which her skin glowed. Tom wore a boring old blue suit, but no one had been able to talk him out of it. Actually, he looked great.
The minister stood to the side of the fire we´d laid just because it looks so great. Most of the service was the old familiar. I loved Sigrid´s changes.
“How come you two to this ceremony of marriage?”
“We come together, each of our own will and desire.”
No Foresakings, but after their own vows, they turned to the rest of us.
“We, Tom and Sigrid, take you, Anne, Alex, Mary, Saul and Will, to be our spiritual and physical spouses, from this day forward, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.”
We returned the same vows. Al pronounced us all men and wives.
When we worked it out that Friday, Saul had said, “The rabbis wouldn´t hear it. But it satisfies me.”
The moms and dads gave us all a great wedding luncheon. We took them to the airport, and when they had left we gathered in our incredible home and I made some spicy spaghetti putanesca.
“To encourage the lovers,” I said. I´d read it somewhere.
Saul had organized a big jug of red wine. We´d changed into not much of anything to eat around our old Salvation Army table. It felt great to be together.
After Anne served cappuccino nudo Saul rose at the end of the table. “As one cause of all this craziness, I think today is one of the greatest in my life.” Everyone agreed with that.
“I just want to tell our honeymooners what the rules are, so we all know what´s what. Sigrid, Tom, we will shortly escort you to your bridal chamber, such as it is. It will remain your private space until you invite one or more of us in to join you. Or, until one other thing happens. Sigrid, you helped us put the mattresses back in front of the fire just now. Thanks for your help. But the next time you set foot on the Big Bed, you are fair game; the honeymoon is over. Okay?”
Sigrid stood up in her turn, her wine glass in her hand. She had removed her panties for coffee and for the first time since work on the house began, was totally nude.
“Saul, everybody. Thank you. Thank you for taking me into your group, thank you for loving me and Tom enough to make it possible. And thanks for the honeymoon. Just one question.”
“What´s that?” I asked.
“When can we start?”
I ran upstairs and brought down the two boxes I´d stashed and gave them to the happy couple.
“Put them on and we´ll escort you to your room.”
Sigrid oohed when she saw the gown. It was very simple, not frilly or cutesy-sexy. Just an ankle-length shift made of almost totally sheer cotton with a square neck and straps. Tom´s was a sort of overall made of the same material. When they put them on, they looked wonderful and a lot more naked. Sigrid came and hugged me, then went to each of the others. Tom was right behind.
We took them upstairs, kissed them both good night and closed their door. The fire was still going, so we settled down on the Big Bed and watched a movie.
.oOo.
“Here we are, love. Moment of truth.”
“Sigrid, I´ve never seen you so lovely. That dress today...”
“And this shift. I don´t think I´ve ever felt so naked as I´ve been in my clothes today. Kiss me.
“Yes, take that off. Yours too. I love it when you pick me up.”
“Give me your breast. I love to watch the nipples grow.”
“Goof! What is it about my navel?”
“It makes you hot when I do that, doesn´t it?”
“Yes, but I want you. I´ve waited forever.”
“That´s one thing about good sex. It takes two of us. I want you really ready.”
“I am, damn it! Get your tongue… Oh, shit, that feels good…Yes. Oh! Ha-AH!
“Oh, yes, I feel it there. Let me rub it around. You want me to blow you, so you´ll last?”
“No, I´ll be all right. And if I do come too soon, I´ll just keep going. We´ve both waited a long time.”
“Just like that. Just the tip. Push it in and out. God! That´s great! Now, slowly go on in. YES! Is it good?”
“Fabulous. You okay?”
“Yes. More. Deeper. Wow, I felt it! You got my cherry! Give me all of it. YES! Is there more?”
“I´m in all the way, now. Did it hurt? You okay?”
“Hurt? Hell, no. I hardly noticed – just a little catch, and it felt wonderful. Makes me almost wish I hadn´t waited. Oh, it´s so good to be so full of you. Can you hold on?”
“Yes, I sure can. Hang on now, I´m going to move.”
“Don´t take it all the way out.”
“Don´t worry. I´m going right back for the gold at the end of your pussy.”
“Oh! I like that. It was quick and hard. Do it again. Guess what? I´m coming! AH. AH. AHHHH!
“Roll over, I want to get on top. OOPS! Almost lost it. Play with my tits. Oh, yes, you´re deep. Can you feel how you hit the back?”
“Lean forward a little so I can kiss your nipples. Should I play with your clit?”
“You do and I´ll go to the moon… Yes! Like that! HA. AH. AGAIN!”
“If you go any faster, you´ll get me off pretty quick.”
“Oh, goody. Then we can do it again. Hang on.”#