snuggled up with my cheek on his chest. “Have I mentioned that you’re great in bed?” He gently pushed my hair back away from my face and tucked it behind my ear.
“You’re great in bed too. Must be all the practice. Was Abby’s roommate your first sexual experience?”
“No. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to one of the counselors at summer camp.”
“You’re kidding. While I was busy fighting off mosquitoes and learning Kumbaya in Hebrew you were getting laid? You bastard.”
“You didn’t miss much. I think I lasted about a minute. What about you? When did you lose your virginity?”
“Freshman year of college. The Earth didn’t move but at least it didn’t really hurt very much. I guess that’s something.”
“What would you have done if I had tried to kiss you when we were in high school?”
“I probably would have kissed you back.”
“Oh yeah? And what would you have done if I had tried to feel you up?”
“I think I would have let you. Even though you acted like a jerk to me, I still thought you were hot and I was a horny teenager.”
“ Really ?” he asked with a laugh. “And what would you have done if we were fooling around and I asked you to have sex with me?”
“I probably would have had the best minute of my life up until that point.”
“Oh my God. I could have had you in high school? I’m such an asshole.”
“It’s okay. I love you anyway and you can have me now whenever you want.”
Chapter Sixteen
The next few weeks were much the same. Work stress was manageable, but between my mom, Adam’s mom, and Mr. Jonathan calling, I started getting more and more tense. That meant, of course, that Adam started getting more and more exhausted. The poor man was sometimes servicing me two or three times a night, and that’s apparently not easy for a twenty-seven year-old guy working a full-time job.
Both Braden and Mark noted that Adam was looking pretty worn out, and I suspected that they knew exactly why, as there seemed to be a lot of quiet joking going on. I will note for the record, however, that he was also looking very happy. He also did get a break the last week. We decided that we wanted the Las Vegas sex to be incredible, so we agreed to abstain from the Friday before we left, until the following Friday, which would be our first night there.
I found a gorgeous wedding dress, exactly the one I wanted, one that made me feel absolutely beautiful. It was strapless, with a mermaid cut that hugged my curves, a dipped neckline, and a V-cut back. It was sewn with beautiful Chantilly lace that was soft to the touch, and I matched it with a lovely veil that attached to the crown of my head and fell to the middle of my back. I remember the Saturday I tried it on at the wedding boutique. All of my girls were there, including Abby, and everyone was ‘oohing’ and ‘ahing’ as I spun around in the mirror.
“Oh, Lily,” Abby gushed. “I can’t wait to see Adam’s face when he sees you dressed in that. You look so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I said grinning like a fool.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you out of it too,” Gab said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Don’t forget to get pretty lingerie.”
“Too much information,” Abby said making a face.
“Finally, someone who knows how I feel!” Beth said laughing.
I also found the perfect flower arrangement for my bouquet, with pale pink dahlias, dark pink roses and white lilies. I found gorgeous engraved invitations, the perfect little Lenox picture frames for wedding favors, delicious menu items, and mimosas to drink. The band came highly recommended, and Mr. Jonathan promised me that they would be able to play Hava Nagila at the reception, so that everyone could dance the hora around Adam and me. I made sure that I approved every detail that one could possibly need to approve of for their dream wedding. It wasn’t easy, but I faced down two Jewish mothers and a gay wedding planner to get
“You’re great in bed too. Must be all the practice. Was Abby’s roommate your first sexual experience?”
“No. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to one of the counselors at summer camp.”
“You’re kidding. While I was busy fighting off mosquitoes and learning Kumbaya in Hebrew you were getting laid? You bastard.”
“You didn’t miss much. I think I lasted about a minute. What about you? When did you lose your virginity?”
“Freshman year of college. The Earth didn’t move but at least it didn’t really hurt very much. I guess that’s something.”
“What would you have done if I had tried to kiss you when we were in high school?”
“I probably would have kissed you back.”
“Oh yeah? And what would you have done if I had tried to feel you up?”
“I think I would have let you. Even though you acted like a jerk to me, I still thought you were hot and I was a horny teenager.”
“ Really ?” he asked with a laugh. “And what would you have done if we were fooling around and I asked you to have sex with me?”
“I probably would have had the best minute of my life up until that point.”
“Oh my God. I could have had you in high school? I’m such an asshole.”
“It’s okay. I love you anyway and you can have me now whenever you want.”
Chapter Sixteen
The next few weeks were much the same. Work stress was manageable, but between my mom, Adam’s mom, and Mr. Jonathan calling, I started getting more and more tense. That meant, of course, that Adam started getting more and more exhausted. The poor man was sometimes servicing me two or three times a night, and that’s apparently not easy for a twenty-seven year-old guy working a full-time job.
Both Braden and Mark noted that Adam was looking pretty worn out, and I suspected that they knew exactly why, as there seemed to be a lot of quiet joking going on. I will note for the record, however, that he was also looking very happy. He also did get a break the last week. We decided that we wanted the Las Vegas sex to be incredible, so we agreed to abstain from the Friday before we left, until the following Friday, which would be our first night there.
I found a gorgeous wedding dress, exactly the one I wanted, one that made me feel absolutely beautiful. It was strapless, with a mermaid cut that hugged my curves, a dipped neckline, and a V-cut back. It was sewn with beautiful Chantilly lace that was soft to the touch, and I matched it with a lovely veil that attached to the crown of my head and fell to the middle of my back. I remember the Saturday I tried it on at the wedding boutique. All of my girls were there, including Abby, and everyone was ‘oohing’ and ‘ahing’ as I spun around in the mirror.
“Oh, Lily,” Abby gushed. “I can’t wait to see Adam’s face when he sees you dressed in that. You look so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I said grinning like a fool.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you out of it too,” Gab said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Don’t forget to get pretty lingerie.”
“Too much information,” Abby said making a face.
“Finally, someone who knows how I feel!” Beth said laughing.
I also found the perfect flower arrangement for my bouquet, with pale pink dahlias, dark pink roses and white lilies. I found gorgeous engraved invitations, the perfect little Lenox picture frames for wedding favors, delicious menu items, and mimosas to drink. The band came highly recommended, and Mr. Jonathan promised me that they would be able to play Hava Nagila at the reception, so that everyone could dance the hora around Adam and me. I made sure that I approved every detail that one could possibly need to approve of for their dream wedding. It wasn’t easy, but I faced down two Jewish mothers and a gay wedding planner to get
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