This choice: Your first big married kiss. • Go Back... The dressing and teasing continue making time fly, and your concerns sink to the back of your mind. Soon you are on your way being jostled and shoved into place at the front of the sanctuary. You clear your head of all thoughts except what you rehearsed so you do and say everything right. Anything about the orb is packed away. You concentrate hard but are almost shivering with nerves, and you just stand there not paying any attention as the bridesmaids go by and line up.
The first thing you recognize is Terri's form marching straight at you down the aisle as the maid of honor. Her face is very nervous but she tries to smile at you even though as she passes by you see a small tear run down her cheek. You smile and think how typical of a bride's mother she is.
There's no time to focus on her as the music changes and everyone stands. Your mind knows that this is it, and you brace, but it suddenly all happens so fast. You see a glow of white shoot from the back into place beside you as time moves like light. A veil hides the face, but your mind knows it's Jackie. All the minister's words merge in the flash of a single sound, and your mind barely catches the question, "Do you, Gerald Walter Duncan, take this woman ..." Fortunately, you manage to stutter, "Y-yes, I d-do." When the question is posed to your bride, you hear a duet of voices affirming "I do" as if angels singing along making it perfect. You feel so happy.
Mesmerized and totally oblivious to the pre-ceremony accident, you place the ring automatically as if a robot, mindless until your next command . When that command comes, you lift the veil and stare at her deep red lips growing bigger until they fade to darkness.
Slow motion takes over now as your lips graze hers lightly. They are cool and firm but warm quickly, softening when pressed gently. They move with your touch from a shy smile to form a small "O" in a gasp of excitement mirroring your own causing them to lock together.
Her lips taste of berries, sweet and fresh. The smell of flowers wafts to your nose seeping timidly into your mind obliterating the world around you. Only the thought of Jackie and how much you love her remains. The sensation of your mouths together is exhilarating. Slowly your heads turn as they grip stronger and your jaws loosen opening to form a union of breath.
Your body relaxes, and your neck twists and tightens pushing you together. Floating is how it feels, though you are anchored solidly in place. Relief fills you that all the waiting and formality is now over. It will be a long life of togetherness, happiness, love, passion.
With that your lips begin crushing against each other while your tongue caresses hers and tingles along her teeth. Her body shudders at this, but you persist in tender slow exploration while you bend her body back so she must grasp you tightly to not fall. Perhaps it's submission to your power or perhaps it is trust and caring that finally entices her tongue to shyly brush against yours before the two start a gradual waltz of swirls and tugging. Her lips and mouth and tongue reach perfection with yours, and you rise back upright, releasing as the external sounds and light fade in again.
The first vision is of her ruby lips, those wondrous lips that you just kissed, forming a smile. Her expression is of shy surprise but turns to a mischievous grin and wink before softening to joyous bliss. Your whole mind and body join her with this feeling until a troublesome nag pops out from a far corner of your mind. That passing smirk was familiar but not something you ever remember Jackie doing. It is pure Terri.
A shock and thrill both surge through you remembering the accident with the orb and knowing how you had just just kissed your mother-in-law. You eyes jerk toward the real Jackie in Terri's body and maid of honor gown. She is crying, but her eyes so sparkle with happiness that tells you she feels that kiss just as if you had placed it on her.
It is but an instant before Terri takes your hand to applause and cheers, and you walk down the aisle together. You smile as you hold hands fingers entwined. It feels so right with Jackie's body, but you are concerned how you let yourself get carried away and whether you should have, and whether you ever should or could or would again. Terri notices your standoffish actions as you wait with her to go back for photos, and she pulls you aside.
"Relax, Gerry," she whispers holding your hand in hers as she's done as Jackie's mother and your friend. "Forget it's me and pretend like you did with the kiss." She smiles reassuringly. "It's OK, and Jackie understands. We must get through this and move on. Do it for Jackie, and for me." The last words are almost too soft to hear, but she also squeezes your hand on them.
She kisses you tenderly on the lips, then you take a deep breath and nod smiling back. Her eyes sparkle and she winks again, you think, rather mischievously, but she is so happy and that makes you feel the same releasing your inhibitions. As others approach, you take her in your arms and kiss her again though not quite as passionately.
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