El Rancho del Corazón
20 Wedding
WHEN I BECAME AWARE of the soft sucking on my cock, Rose was in her favorite sleeping position and soon started sliding up my body, moving her breasts around my cock. She wasn’t letting me get off this way, though. She kept crawling until she could kiss me and then start sliding down to get my cock in her pussy.
“Tonight, Elaine’s going to want some of your time. And before she goes to the studio, Hannah wants you, don’t you, love?” Rose whispered. Hannah grinned and cuddled next to us as Rose worked herself slowly up and down on me. This was an exquisite torture. She grinned at us and lifted up enough that we could each get a nipple to our lips and tongues. “I want to feel you, love. Let me feel you come in me. I’m really close. If you come in me I’ll come, too. Let go, love. Let me feel you.” I did. Rose was with me and hugged me tightly as I continued to pulse long after anything was coming out. Hannah sighed beside us.
The wedding was at two o’clock. Of course, Elaine was part of the wedding party. I was escorting Rose to the wedding and reception but we expected Elaine to join us as soon as she could. I guess I’d only ever been to two other weddings—Betts’s and that cousin down in Lexington. At Betts’s wedding and reception, I’d been part of the wedding party escorting Doreen and trying to avoid the best man. This time I was just a guest. It gave me an opportunity to just relax and watch. It wasn’t a huge wedding. It was held at the Studebaker Center. Cam had a best man and an usher and Patsy was attended by her sister and Elaine. Patsy wasn’t the world’s most glamorous girl, but she was cute and watching her come down the aisle as we stood was like watching a light bulb illuminating the entire room. She wore a simple, ankle-length gown and her father escorted her. Elaine and Patsy’s sister were in knee-length, pale green party dresses and unlike the horror stories I’d heard about girls hating their bridesmaid dresses, I thought both girls looked pretty cute. Cam and his men were in tuxes.
What impressed me, was that as soon as they had all entered, everyone sat down. I don’t mean just the people attending. I mean Patsy sat on a chair next to Cam’s wheelchair and all the attendants sat on chairs next to them. The guy who was officiating was some kind of off-brand minister and he sat down, too. It was so cool! Cam couldn’t stand up, so everyone in the wedding sat down. The whole ceremony wasn’t much longer than what we take for a handfasting. The sweet thing was that, just before the pronouncement, Elaine sang to Cam and Patsy. It was a short song and, typical for Elaine, it came from a Broadway musical called I Do, I Do. I hugged Rose to me as Elaine raised her eyes for the last of the song and looked straight at me as she sang, “My cup runneth over with love.” Rose was sniffling.
Girls and weddings. I had to get out my handkerchief to dry her eyes and then surreptitiously dabbed at my own.
When the preacher pronounced them husband and wife, Patsy jumped out of her chair and sat down on Cam’s lap as they kissed. Everyone applauded and Cam popped a wheelie as he rolled his bride down the aisle.
We didn’t know anyone else at the wedding except Elaine and her parents, so the reception was rather low-key for us. There was a light buffet and a toast by the best man. The bride’s father made a toast. And finally, Cam’s dad stood to make a toast. He looked like he’d already had a couple drinks and I sort of dreaded what he might say. Apparently, he’d had just enough to drop his inhibitions but not enough to slur his speech.
“My son just got married. I watched as his beautiful bride leapt into his lap to kiss him. I listened to his sister sing her heart out to them. I’m not a very good father. I tipple the bottle a little too much. I try to provide for my family. But I want you to know Cam and…” he hesitated and his mouth worked a couple times before the next word came out. “. . . and Elaine, that I love you with all my heart. And Patsy, you will be a second daughter to me and I will love you as much. Blessings on you. All three of my children.”
There was a moment of silence as we saw a tear roll down his cheek and then someone started tapping on a glass with their fork and the clinking was picked up all around the room until Patsy finally laid a huge kiss on Cam. We all applauded again.
We got home about eight. I guess the nice part about having an afternoon wedding was that even with a buffet and dance, everyone still got home at a reasonable hour and the newlyweds got the whole night together. Elaine grabbed her bag and climbed into the Suburban with us. We’d be going back to her house tomorrow to pick up her car and head back to Bloomington.
I lay Elaine back in my bed, kissing her all over. I thought it would be a great idea to try to kiss every little freckle. She had other ideas and Hannah and Rose bracketed us as I pumped into her. I tried not to bounce against her and hit her cervix too hard but I know I touched bottom once or twice. When we came it was quiet but very powerful and I think Rose and Hannah both came with us. Elaine reached around our other two lovers to hug them closely and then sang, “My cup runneth over with love.”
There was some negotiating, but it was all in good humor. Rose drove Elaine’s car and Hannah accompanied her. They were also transporting Rose’s mother, Maria, and Sora’s mother, Eva, who had agreed to take this week’s parental shift. We loaded all the lawn furniture we could steal from our families, including the eight deck chairs from Rose’s pontoon boat. Elaine plastered herself against me in the Suburban. She talked non-stop all the way to Indianapolis about the wedding week and how much she missed us. She didn’t even notice that I took a cutoff to the west of town and headed down a pleasant two-lane through the country.
“Where are we?” she asked, finally. “I don’t recognize any of this.”
“Well, it’s sort of a shortcut,” I said. “We bypass the city by coming this way.” I pulled into the little park we’d found Friday afternoon. “And there is a really nice place back here a way where a guy and a girl can do some serious making out. Without clothes. Under the sky.”
“Brian! Really?” Elaine plastered herself to me and kissed me hard.
“I want to make love with you, Elaine. Right now.”
“Right now! Yes!” I grabbed the blanket, but it took a little longer to walk to the secluded spot we’d found. Elaine had jumped up on me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She continued to kiss me the entire time I was trying to carry her to where I could spread the blanket. She was tearing at my clothes and I was in a hurry to get her out of hers.
We lay on the blanket and made slow delicious love after we’d fucked ourselves blind.
“What got into you?” I asked.
“You. Over and over.”
“Still there. But so suddenly passionate. Do you know how much I love you, Elaine?” I asked
“Yes. You just showed me. I don’t mean with the great sex, exactly,” she said. “I mean with wanting the great sex with me. After being with you for a few weeks and then having to be away for a week, I… I got a little insecure. You have so much on your mind, my love. So many responsibilities. So many lovers. I started thinking that you didn’t really have time for me. I shouldn’t burden you with wanting you.” She thrust her hips up toward me and I sank once again into her warm depths. “And then you brought me here. You took time for me and showed me you want me. Yes. Yes, I know how much you love me. And it makes me so happy.”
I had a lot to think about. Nothing new about that. I had a clan to take care of, a house to build for my casa, a cooking show to script, a degree to earn, and lovers to satisfy. Dad once told me to do what I love for a living, but don’t forget to live. I was dangerously close to forgetting that. I’d actually thought a couple times this week that I wished I didn’t have to deal with all this—the building, the show, the people.
That thought was pretty short lived. I wished things were easier for us, but of all the things in my life, the one that I couldn’t do without was my family. I’d depended on my lovers to tell me when they wanted attention. Then, when I desperately needed someone, I’d found Liz and collected on her promise, only to find that she was afraid I didn’t care enough for her to take her up on her offer. And for Elaine to tell me that she needed to hear that I wanted her… It was something she couldn’t tell me before I’d shown her. I needed to show all my hearthmates and my amigas that I love them and want them. All of them.
We made steady progress. The demolition that had to be done was completed and we started building. New windows. Insulation. Wiring. Plumbing. Heating. Stall six, of the great sex with Liz, became our utility room and the furnace was installed. It looked way too small to heat our whole barn. Stall two became a large bathroom with multi-person shower. Upstairs, the plumbing crew worked on a matched pair of bathrooms with showers and three sinks each. We talked a long time about the issues of privacy, and all toilets were put in cubicles. There was a divider between the shower and the sinks, but we held firm on having each shower large enough for several people at a time.
Girls learned the benefit of wearing shirts that covered their tummies when they started hauling lumber and sheetrock. That was a sad day. But more and more, those who came out of the outdoor showers wore less and less. Girls pretty much stuck with bikinis and guys usually wore cut-offs and went shirtless. There was some discussion with a couple of the moms who came down about whether our attire was proper. I understood the concern of the younger kids’ moms. But they reached an agreement. Mrs. Hamm proved to be the worst. She was appalled that Leonard was sleeping in the girls’ trailer and accused them of turning him into a homosexual.
“Well, I know that hanging around with the school’s hottest girls certainly affected my sexuality,” I laughed. “Let’s make sure that Leonard has all the support he needs from all of us. I just think that it is somehow ironic that she wants him to move into the house with Ross and Monte.”
In the end, I was very proud of Leonard. In spite of her well-meaning but irrational fears about his sexuality, he and his mom were very close. He led her around, touring every inch of what had been accomplished each day. In the end, he convinced her that he was in the right place. And, he was the first of the kids who insisted that his mom join us for forms in the morning at 6:30. That might have been as important as seeing all the work we were doing. She was a little overweight and the workout was stressful.
“How can we go about continuing this when we are back home?” she asked. “This is good for Leonard. When I saw your demonstration with Whitney, it was a little unreal. But, already this week I am seeing the benefit it is having,” Mrs. Hamm said to me after Thursday’s workout. She was red in the face. “I’m thinking I should stay another week or two here in fat camp. Would you mind?”
“I don’t know, Mrs. Hamm. You might have to sleep in the girls’ trailer,” I laughed. She punched me softly in the arm.
“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen my son, Brian. I’m serious about continuing training. For all of them.”
“I approached Coach Hancock about it. He’s a little reluctant because of school and liability issues,” I said. “And there’s a new principal this year. And, of course, he has basketball and track in the spring to coach. I still think he is the best bet, though. Maybe if you and Whitney’s mom approached him he would consider it. If the school won’t provide space, maybe the YMCA would. Coach Anders at MHS is another possibility. I know she teaches women’s self-defense classes and often integrates it into her basketball training.”
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