Author’s note:

First, the song quoted below is copyright 1980 Lenono Music. Used without permission, but I hope Yoko understands <G>.

This chapter is entitled "The Big Payoff" because it is—to my readers. The Big Big payoff, is, of course, the end of the story—but this is the other Big Payoff. This is especially dedicated to my readers that have been around from the beginning, that have stayed with me through the ups and downs of the story, that have put up with my lengthy hiatuses, that have written me nasty emails demanding more chapters <G>. This one is for you, folks, from the bottom of my heart. This is the one we’ve all—including me—been waiting for.

So please join me. Please join us, me and all these folks that have become, over the three years of writing DoaL, my friends—and, I hope, yours as well. Join us, in a lovely seaside resort on beautiful Cape Cod. Because you are all invited. You’re all invited to help us celebrate the wedding of:

Sophia Madeline Daniels

And

Warren Patrick Kelleher

"Nice choice, pal," Crash said to Warren.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" Warren agreed.

"So, the wedding’s outside?"

"Yeah, right behind the building. Sophie will come out of the back door, and then right down the aisle. Then, over to the side, the reception’s going to be under a tent."

It was Friday, August 8^th, about noontime. Warren and Crash had just arrived at the Cape Cod resort where the wedding was to be held. The rehearsal would be held that evening. Lots of people were still coming in, and various friends and family members had been pressed into chauffeur duty, shuttling folks from the airports in Boston and Providence to the Cape.

Warren and Crash walked around the resort, checking it out. They got back into the lobby, to be greeted by Warren’s parents and Liz.

"Hi, Liz," Crash grinned at her.

"Hi, Jason," she said happily. Hmm, Warren thought to himself. What was going on there?

Well, it was a wedding, right? "Love is all around," as The Troggs once sang. Warren turned his thoughts away from that as he saw his beautiful bride-to-be saunter into the lobby.

Ellen took Betsy for the afternoon, so Warren and Sophie could drive to Providence to pick up some friends. Luckily, Warren had his minivan, as Papa Bear, Caitlin, Alexa, and Mike all piled into the back of it.

"So, you’re finally going to take the plunge," Papa Bear said.

"It’s been a long time coming," Sophia giggled.

"Yup," Caitlin grinned. "For us, it’ll be another two years," she grinned—and then shoved her left hand over into the front seat, showing Warren and Sophie her engagement ring.

"Congratulations!" Sophia enthused. "When did you guys do this?"

"Last week," Papa Bear told them. "We wanted to show you in person."

They got back to the resort, and their guests found their rooms. People were streaming in all the time, and Sophie and Warren were trying to greet all of them.

Suddenly, someone that Sophie didn’t recognize came into the lobby, and Sophie heard her mother gasp. "Greg? GREG?"

"Hi, Ellen," the man smiled.

"GREG! I can’t believe you came!" she cried, hurling herself into the man’s arms.

"Who’s that?" Warren asked Sophie.

"I have no idea—wait a minute! Did she call him Greg? I think that might be my uncle that I’ve never met."

"Really?" he asked. They walked over.

"Oh, God," Ellen was saying, "I can’t believe it! I invited you on a whim—I never thought you’d come."

He looked serious. "Ellen, it’s gone on too long. I listened to Mom and Dad too much. They’ve been gone for ten years now—I should’ve done this years ago, but I was too nervous. When I got the invitation—well, my wife and I talked about it, and I decided that the time had come to make amends."

"Mom? Is this your long-lost brother?" Sophia asked.

"Yes," Ellen smiled happily. "Greg, this is Sophie. And that’s her fiancé Warren. Soph, this is your Uncle Greg."

"My God, you’re beautiful," Greg said to her. "Nice to meet you. And congratulations."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Nice to meet you, too."

"Now, where’s my better half? Oh, and Ellen, we brought an extra, I hope that’s all right. We have a daughter."

"That’s fine," Ellen smiled. A woman walked up to Greg. "Liv, this is my sister Ellen. Ellen, this is Olivia, my wife." They greeted one another. "And this is her daughter Sophia and the groom-to-be, Warren." Greg looked around. "And here comes Siobhan." Greg introduced Siobhan, a cute redhead who looked to be about 16, to Ellen. "And this is the bride-to-be, your cousin Sophia, and her fiancé Warren."

Siobhan’s jaw dropped, and she covered her mouth. "OHMYGOD! You are my cousin? OHMYGOD!!!"

"I think we just got recognized, Pookie," Warren chuckled to Sophia.

"Recognized?" Greg asked.

"They’re the World Champions!!!" Siobhan said excitedly. "In ice dancing!"

"I knew I recognized you!" Olivia said. "You were the ones that skated nude, right?"

Sophie cracked up laughing. "You know, we could win four World Championships and an Olympic Gold Medal but we’re always going to be ‘the ones that skated nude.’"

"I can’t believe that Sophia Daniels is my cousin!" Siobhan was still beside herself.

"You’re a big skating fan, I take it?" Sophia asked.

"Uh huh!" Siobhan said.

"Well, Siobhan, let me warn you," Warren said, putting his arm around his new cousin-in-law—giving her a little thrill in the process—"you’re in for a big weekend."

"Hey! Uncle Greg needs to meet his grandniece!" Sophia said.

"Grandniece?" Greg asked.

"Yes," Sophia giggled. "We kind of put the cart before the horse. We have a daughter. She’ll be one in a couple weeks. Where is she?"

"Liz has her," Warren said. He looked across the lobby. "Hey, LIZ! Where’s my KID?"

They heard laughter, followed by Liz crossing the lobby, Betsy in tow. "Here you go, Daddy," she said, handing Betsy over.

"Dada," Betsy gurgled.

"Oh, she’s adorable!" Olivia said. "She talks?"

"Dada and Mama," Sophia grinned, "and occasionally hi."

"Hi!" Betsy echoed.

"What’s her name?" Greg asked.

"Betsy. Well, Elizabeth, but we call her Betsy. She’s named after this one, here," Warren said, pointing to Liz.

Warren noticed that there was one person there not paying much attention to the baby—Siobhan, of course. She was staring at Liz. "Th-that’s Elizabeth Cushman!!!!!" she gasped.

"Hi," Liz said, grinning.

"That’s Siobhan," Warren told her, "Sophie’s cousin that she didn’t know she had until five minutes ago. And the poor kid’s a skating nut and nobody told her she was coming to a couple of skaters’ wedding."

"I don’t think Dad knew you guys were skaters, he doesn’t follow it. And I never knew Sophia’s last name—I just knew I had a cousin named Sophia that I had never met. And Tara and Eric."

"They’re around here somewhere," Ellen told her. "You’ll meet them later."

"Hell, I just met Sophia Daniels, Warren Kelleher, and Liz Cushman. I don’t think I can take too many more meetings," Siobhan said.

"Get prepared," Liz giggled.

"Prepared?" Siobhan asked.

"Oh, let’s see," Warren started. "Jack Garrison, Evan Pogdar, Shawna Cochrane. Brett Tomlinson and Andrea Wallach."

"Yup," Sophia added. "Oh, and Olga Bradochkina. Jennie Sellers and Denis Poulin."

"Don’t forget Christine," Liz said. "Arsenault," she told Siobhan.

"Oh, and Tom Bellamy, too. He wasn’t invited—because we didn’t know him well—but he spent a week at my parents’ house three weeks ago because we were choreographing for him. And now he’s coming because he’s my sister’s date," Warren said.

"I think I’m going to faint," Siobhan said.

"That’s Warren’s job. Tomorrow. Right before he’s supposed to say ‘I do’," Sophia teased.

"How old are you guys, anyhow?" Siobhan asked.

"I’m 21," Sophia told him. "Warren’s 20. I’m the older woman," she giggled.

"And you’re getting married? And you have a baby?" Siobhan asked.

"We’ve been together since we were 14," Sophia told her.

"Wow. That’s so romantic!"

"Where did you guys come from, anyway?" Sophia asked.

"Wisconsin. We live right outside of Madison."

"We go to UW!" Sophia said. "Well, we took this past year off, because of the baby, but we’ll be juniors at UW in the fall."

"That’s right! I knew Daniels and Kelleher were at UW. I always kind of thought I might try to go sneak into a practice, but I never did."

"Now you don’t have to sneak," Sophia grinned at her.

"Cool!"

Sophia and Warren didn’t really have a rehearsal dinner. Warren’s parents had paid for a big dinner for everyone there, after the rehearsal, since everyone had pretty much come from out of town. Being that this was New England, they did it as an old-fashioned New England clambake. It was casual and fun, and everyone had a blast.

Sophie and Warren found themselves at a table surrounded by skating friends, along with Jess and Crash—plus Warren’s sister Kristin, who was there with Tom Bellamy. Warren noticed Siobhan at the next table, kind of skirting on the periphery, but looking on in undisguised awe.

Warren pulled his chair over. "Siobhan. Slide in over here, join the crowd." Siobhan looked at him in surprise. He nodded and waved her over again. She moved her chair in, ending up in between Warren and Evan Pogdar.

"Everybody know Siobhan? She’s Sophie’s long-lost cousin. She knows who all of you are, and she’s in awe, so be nice," Warren said. Siobhan blushed, while everyone else laughed.

"She should be in awe," Olga said, "after all, I am Bradochkina!"

Siobhan was looking at her like she was royalty. Warren laughed and said, "Tone it down, Olga, she doesn’t know your act."

"Is not act."

"Ignore her," Warren told Siobhan, "she’s a legend in her own mind."

"No, I am just legend," Olga said. "And at least I am legend for skating. You are legend for nakedness."

"Too bad he didn’t get hard, then he’d really be a legend," Sophia giggled.

"Please. Seeing my brother in the altogether was bad enough," Kristin piped up, to general merriment.

"So what’s it like skating in the nude?" Evan asked.

"Perky nips," Sophia laughed.

"And receding testicles," Warren added. "They were fucking hibernating. How I managed to keep my mind on the program is beyond me. As if Sophie’s perky nips weren’t enough of a distraction."

"I skated in the nude once," Jack Garrison said, "but that was a command performance for my wife."

"And knowing your wife, she probably videotaped it," Christine laughed.

"Where is she, anyhow?" Warren asked him.

"Home with the kids. Amy’s sick. She wanted me to come, though—she wanted one of us to be here."

"That was nice of her," Sophia said.

Just then Ellen came over with a crying Betsy. "Mama!" Betsy said happily.

"Someone’s hungry," Sophia said. "Anyone going to get offended?" she asked as she started to unbutton her blouse.

"Soph, remember, we all saw your tits at Worlds," Evan laughed.

"And they didn’t do a thing for you," Warren joked.

"Nope."

Siobhan looked at them in confusion. "I’m gay," Evan said.

"Oh," Siobhan replied. "Aren’t a lot of figure skaters gay?"

"Less than you’d think," Evan told her. "Of all the skaters at this table, the only ones that are gay are Shawna and myself."

"Oh," Siobhan said.

"Well, some of us are a little bit bi," Sophia said to laughter.

Trying to preserve a bit of tradition, Warren and Sophia spent the night in separate rooms. Jessie was in Sophia’s with her. Warren thought with a laugh that only one of them was being celibate tonight. That was OK, though, since Jess would have to live without either of them for the week of their honeymoon.

Warren slept fine, and woke up at 7:00 as planned. Crash was going to come up to the room at 8. They were to order some breakfast from room service and get ready. Crash showed up right on time.

"Hey, pal," Warren greeted him. They called down for some food. Warren noticed something.

"Hey, Crash, you seem preoccupied."

"Something happened last night," he admitted. "I, well, kind of spent the night with Liz."

"Liz Cushman?"

"Yeah. She’s been around for two weeks, and so have I. We’ve gone out a couple times, you know. We really get along. But, I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect that to happen. She invited me up to her room for a drink, you know? Next thing I knew, we were in bed."

"How was it?"

"Unbelievable."

"And, here’s the big question—what happened this morning?"

Crash sighed. "When you were apart from Sophie your first year in Wisconsin, I know you slept with a number of girls. Did you ever just end up in bed with one, not knowing or really planning that it was going to happen?"

"A couple of times."

"Wasn’t it always awkward in the morning?" Warren nodded. "Me, too, the couple of times it’s happened to me. This was weird. We woke up this morning, all tangled up in one another—and it was like we’d been sleeping together for ten years. It was the exact opposite of awkward. And I think she felt it, too." He grinned. "If I didn’t have to come down here and do the best man gig, I’d probably still be up there gently fucking her brains our." He got serious again. "It was great. It was remarkable. It sucks."

"It sucks?" Warren said with a laugh.

"Yeah, it sucks. Tomorrow, she’s going to be back in California. In less than a month, I’m going to be back in Chicago. She’s already told me she’s going to be with me tonight, but we haven’t talked about anything past that—I don’t even know when I’ll ever see her again!"

"End of October." Crash just looked at him. Warren grinned. "Skate America’s in Chicago this year. You’ll see Liz, and Sophie and me, we’re all entered. Though I doubt you’ll be paying much attention to Sophie and me."

"Probably not," he grinned. Just then, the food arrived. They brought it in, tipped the guy, and sat down at the table in the room.

"You really like her," Warren said.

"Yeah, I really like her," Crash confirmed.

"She’s a big star, you know."

"Ah, fuck that." Crash poured syrup on his pancakes. "Thanks to you and Sophie, I’ve been shown the world of figure skating. I’ve met Liz before, for one thing. I always thought she was cute, but this was the first time I’ve gotten to spend any time with her—besides which, she had that Rich guy for a while, and I had Jessie. But you introduced us, and I’ve always just seen her as a person. You are almost as big a star as she is, and you’re my best friend. It’d kind of made me immune to caring about that crap."

"Good point."

"I just don’t see how anything can happen with us so far away from one another. And with so little time under our belts."

"UCLA Law School, my friend."

"Believe me, it’s crossed my mind," Crash grinned. "We’ll have to see what happens before then. So, you nervous?"

"No, actually. I’m looking forward to it. I think it’s been inevitable for so long that there’s no need to get nervous."

"Good point," Crash said with a sigh.

"What’s up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that at one point I thought Jess and I were going to be following you, you know? And know I’m back to that whole nervous new-thing shit."

"I know. Glad I’m saved from that," Warren grinned.

"Don’t be so smug, asshole," Crash teased.

"Why not?"

"Well, yeah, I guess you got a right to be smug," Crash laughed. "You two are the perfect couple."

"Yup." He got out of his seat. "Tux time."

"Let’s do it."

They got into their tuxes, laughing and joking the whole time. "I feel so unnatural wearing this thing," Warren said.

"Yeah, but there’s that whole ‘James Bond’ thing," Crash laughed. "Besides which, you think you feel unnatural? Imagine Sophie. Wedding dresses all weigh a thousand pounds."

"Too true." When they were all done up, they went down to the lobby. It was about quarter of ten. The wedding was due to start at eleven. They were there, chatting, greeting guests as they came in, or downstairs from their rooms. Warren’s gaggle of ushers were all there, seating people.

Warren and Crash found a quiet corner. "I need to tell Jessie about Liz. We don’t check with each other, but she should know this one."

"Want me to tell her?"

"That might be easier."

Just then—it was about a quarter past ten—Jessie and Liz rounded the corner to where Warren and Crash were standing. "Hey!" Warren said, seeing them in their lavender bridesmaid’s dresses. "You two look fabulous!"

"You guys don’t look too bad yourself," Liz grinned.

"I agree," Jess said. "Listen, Warren, I need your help with something. Come with me. Liz will entertain Jay."

"OK," Warren said, following Jess. "Hey, there’s something you need to know. Crash slept with Liz last night."

"I know, Liz told me," Jess giggled. "Why do you think I brought her to entertain him? I’m happy for both of them. She really likes him."

"He does, too. Though he’s upset about the long distance thing." Jess looked at him. "Liz lives in California."

"Oh, shit, I forgot about that," Jess said. "I hope they work it out."

"Jess, you’re remarkable."

"Hey. We’re still friends. I want him to be happy. And, honestly? Liz is probably perfect for him. She’s far more independent than I am and a lot less insecure."

"Where are you taking me, Jess?"

"Just shut up." Jess came to a stop at the end of a corridor and peered around the corner. "Good. Coast is clear. Come on!" She grabbed Warren’s hand and pulled him down the corridor, stopping at a door. She opened the door, pushed Warren in, and said, "Lock it behind you!" Then she closed it, leaving Warren on the other side in a large room. He locked the door and looked around.

"What is going on here?" he asked.

And then he saw her, as she emerged from an alcove on the other side of the room.

She was wearing white ("Screw it," she had said, and Warren had agreed). It was a short-sleeve dress. The neckline was low, revealing a nice spot of cleavage. The sleeves were lacy, and the bodice had lace and pearls intertwined into it. It had a high waist, and a full skirt with a bit of a train. She was wearing a headdress over her curled hair. She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling.

"God. You take my breath away," he said.

"Me? What about you, handsome?" she said, walking up to him.

"Isn’t this bad luck, seeing you beforehand?"

"Oh, to hell with that," she said. "You are here for a reason." She took off the coat to his tux and hung it up. "I want to make my deepest, darkest fantasy come true."

"We’re not in Fenway Park, Pookie," he grinned.

"Not that one. This one I’ve never told you about, because it had to wait until today." She walked over to a table in the room, and hoisted herself up, sitting on it. "I want you to make love to me in my wedding dress."

"That could wait until afterwards, you know," Warren grinned.

"No way. I want to have you in me when I walk down the aisle," Sophia said with a twinkle.

Warren laughed, and put his hands on her waist as she sat on the table. "Oh, are you nasty!"

"You know it." She reached down and started gathering the skirts of her dress. "Fuck your bride, Warren."

He laughed, and his hands started moving up her legs, underneath her dress. "Most guys get the wedding night. I get the wedding morning." His hands came to a stop at her hips. "You’re not wearing panties?"

"Nope," she grinned.

"You going to put some on afterwards?"

"Nope!"

"So you’re going to walk down the aisle with cum dripping down your legs."

"That’s the idea," she giggled. "Hey, the dress is floor-length." She was undoing the buckle on his belt as she was saying this. "I have been dreaming about this for weeks," she giggled, going for the snap on his pants. "You won’t even need any foreplay, because I’m soaked." She giggled. "And you can’t kiss me, that’d ruin my makeup."

"You’re a nut." She had his pants down by now, and they both worked to gather her dress out of the way. He reached over and ran his finger up and down her pussy. She wasn’t lying—she was drenched. "Oh, you were looking forward to this, weren’t you?" Warren laughed.

"Uh-huh," she beamed at him. "Put it in me, husband-to-be." He did, sliding slow and deep into her. "Oh GOD that’s good!" she moaned.

"I’m glad you thought of this, Pookie," he said to her.

"So am I, Snugglebear," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He had his hands on her hips, underneath the dress. He started moving in and out of her, slowly and deliberately. The skirt of the dress cascaded around their joined bodies.

"Oh GOD," Sophia moaned, trying not to make too much noise as her arousal increased. Warren slowly plunged his cock in and out of her hot, wet passage. She was really into this. "Oh, God, honey…", she panted.

"Are you gonna cum?" he growled in her ear.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Almost…oh fuck….." He started moving faster in and out of her.

"Cum in your wedding dress, Pookie," he told her. "I want to see you cum."

"Oh Warren!" she panted, and he felt her stiffen all around him. He saw the fabric of her dress shift as her stomach tightened, and then he felt her pussy contract around his dick. He also saw the start of a wail, and quickly kissed her to muffle the sound. He stopped for a bit as she came back down. She dreamily smiled at him, and then he started moving in and out of her again, slowly.

"You didn’t?" she said.

"You’d been thinking of this all morning, you had an arousal head start," he teased.

"GOOD!" She leaned back, so, instead of sitting on the table, she was lying on it, her legs still hanging off. She gathered the skirts of her dress up to her waist, to keep them out of the way in her new position. Warren looked down, and saw, for the first time, the white stockings and garter belt surrounding her pussy. Her legs were spread, his cock buried in her. The skirts of her dress were surrounding her torso, and she had a beatific smile on her face. However, with her lying on the table, Warren needed a better angle. He grabbed her thighs, right above the back of her knee, and lifted her legs up while spreading them further. He plunged back into her.

"OH SHIT!" Sophie howled. "Oh, God, that hits just right!" Warren grinned, and started pounding in and out of her. Her hands clutched the skirts of her dress, and her head was thrashing wildly back and forth on the table. She was squeaking every time he hit bottom. Warren hoped that Jess was keeping the coast clear, because anyone standing outside of that door was going to hear Sophie!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she moaned, as Warren plunged his dick deep into her sopping wet hole. "Oh God YES!" She was pounding back at him with every stroke, somehow, despite not having much leverage. "AYIEEEE! AYIEEE! AYIEEE! Oh shit CUMMMMINNNNGGGGG!!!" she howled, as her back bowed over the table and she drove her pussy into his crotch. He kept plowing through her orgasm, and the poured his essence into her with a mighty grunt.

She caught her breath, then looked up at him. "You stud," she grinned.

"Cumslut."

"Oh, I like that one," she grinned wider. He held out his hands to her, she took them with hers, and he pulled her back up into a sitting position.

"Now, now. No kissing, remember," she teased.

"I think Jess is going to have to touch up that makeup anyhow," Warren laughed.

"Oh, GOD. That was fantastic. I feel so naughty!"

"You are naughty."

"Yes, I am. Oh, I’m going to have reminders of this dripping down my leg all day," she moaned. "Now, I had a tissue around here." She found it, and proceeded to clean off his cock, and pull his pants and underwear back up. "And I had a couple tissues in here, too, so I wouldn’t soak through when I squirted," she grinned, pulling a bunch of folded tissues out of her bra. Warren cracked up. "Now go. And don’t forget your coat. I have to march down the aisle in twenty minutes, and I need Jess to help me put myself back together."

"OK," I grinned and grabbed my coat. "See you at the end of the aisle, Mrs. Kelleher."

"I can’t wait, Mr. Kelleher," she grinned. "Knock on the door softly. Jess will open it when the coast is clear." Warren did, and Jess opened it.

"Nice going, Prep Stud," she said with a shit-eating grin. "Now, vamoose."

"Thanks, Jess," he grinned. Then he disappeared.

He went back to where he had been before, and found Crash and Liz cuddled up on a couch. "Hey," Crash said. "What took so long? I thought you were going to be late for your own wedding! What did Jess need help with, anyway?"

"Jess didn’t," Warren said softly, grinning. "Sophie did."

Crash just looked puzzled, but Liz twigged onto it in a few seconds. "Oh, you didn’t. You DID!"

"Did what?" Crash said.

"Fucked the daylights out of my bride-to-be in her wedding dress," Warren whispered.

"Oh, that’s so bad!" Liz giggled.

"And she’s not wearing panties," Warren added. Liz’s eyes went completely wide, while Crash stifled a guffaw. "Only Jess knows—she was obviously in on it—so keep it under your hat."

"Sure," Liz giggled, "and Sophie’s keeping it under her dress!"

Ten minutes later, Warren was standing at the end of the aisle, Crash beside him, waiting for the wedding procession. "You ready for that ol’ Ball and Chain?" Crash teased.

"If she’s a ball and chain, I’ll take it," Warren said.

"Good answer."

The attendants came down first. Sophie’s brother Eric came down the aisle with Kristin on his arm. Next came Warren’s brother Ryan, and Sophie’s sister Tara. Warren’s cousin Pete escorted Meggan Carruthers down the aisle, followed by Rick Kenney, Warren’s neighbor, and Karen Laskovich.

Next came Kate on the arm of Evan Pogdar. Kate noticeably blushed at the big grin she got from Chad as she walked past him on the aisle—obviously he hadn’t seen her in the low-cut clingy bridesmaid’s dress before this! Jack Garrison escorted Liz, who gave Crash a little wink as she passed by him. Papa Bear and Caitlin came afterwards.

Then there were the flower girls, Sophie’s younger sisters Katrina and Brianna. They were adorable. Then Jessie came down the aisle, grinning.

The string quartet started playing the music they had chosen for the processional—Bach’s "Air on the G String." And then, on the arms of both her parents, there she was.

Warren’s first thought was that she still took his breath away, even though he had already seen her in the dress. His second thought was that Jess had done a fine job helping her re-fix herself. His third thought—with a chuckle to himself—was that he knew that all brides glow as they walk down the aisle, but not quite this much of a glow! And his fourth thought was about what was happening to her thighs underneath her dress. That one he forcibly shoved out of his mind—the last thing he needed was to get a hard-on in these snug tuxedo pants!

Then, as she kept coming down the aisle, the only thought was of how much he loved her, and how damn lucky he was that she was going to be his, forever.

She got to the end of the aisle, two small suns shining at him from her eyes. Ellen and Brian were beaming as well, as they took her hand and placed it into Warren’s. They gazed into each others’ eyes for a minute, before turning towards the Justice of the Peace. But, as they did, Warren, in an evil moment, just couldn’t resist. He leaned right into Sophie’s ear and whispered "Sploosh. Sploosh. Drip. Drip."

Sophie gaped at him and then burst out with laughter. Everyone there giggled at her laughter. Nobody knew what Warren had said—though Liz, Crash, and Jessie had a good guess—but they were all giggling at her obvious delight. Even the officiant grinned. "Well, now, isn’t it nice to marry two people who are so happy to be here!"

He began the ceremony in the traditional manner, and then got to the vows. Warren and Sophia had chosen to write their own vows. They turned to each other, holding hands. Sophia went first.

She said, "You pulled me out of the wilderness. You showed me the best part of myself, and gave me the best part of you. Without you, I’m half a person. With you, I’m everything I could ever be. You own my heart, my soul, my love, my life; and I pledge these things to you for all time. I love you."

Warren sniffled, and said softly, "I knew I should have gone first," earning a chuckle from everyone, Sophia most of all. Warren took a breath, and then spoke.

"You are my heart, you are my soul. You are my partner, you are my lover, you are my best friend. You are the best thing in my life, and you bring out the best part of me. You complete me, in every way possible. You are all I’ve ever wanted. I love you with everything inside me, and I promise that I will love you forever."

Sophia sniffled and gave him a watery smile.

Crash managed to not lose the rings, to everyone’s relief.

Then, it was over. Finally. The Justice of the Peace said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

They turned to each other, grinning in delight, and Warren kissed his bride. Boy did he kiss his bride! They held the kiss for so long that their friends started whooping and hollering. They sheepishly broke the kiss at that, but couldn’t stop grinning at each other. Finally, the officiant turned them towards their friends and said, "May I introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Warren and Sophia Kelleher!" The audience cheered and clapped, as they held their intertwined hands above their heads. Then the quartet started playing the recessional—more Bach; "Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring" this time.

"I love you, Mrs. Kelleher," Warren said to her as they walked back down the aisle.

"I love you, too, Mr. Kelleher."

As they walked by Peg, Betsy—in her arms—yelled out "Mama!"

"There’s a nice exclamation point," Warren said.

"Damn right."

The wedding party had to go take pictures for a while, while the rest of the guests filed into the tent for the reception. People drank and chatted, waiting for the wedding party. Then, finally, they were ready. The parents of the bride and groom, and Betsy, and all the attendants were introduced. Then, finally, Warren and Sophia were introduced to raucous applause. They walked in, hand-in-hand, grinning from ear to ear.

"Folks, please remain standing while Warren and Sophia have their first dance. Well, their first dance as husband and wife. I understand they’ve been dancing quite successfully for a while now." Everyone chuckled at that one.

"Usually, I’d say ‘the bride and groom have picked such and such for their first dance.’ However, this time, the bride doesn’t know what’s coming. This is a surprise, from Warren to Sophia. Warren has chosen the version done by Mary Chapin Carpenter, of a song written by John Lennon."

Warren took Sophie in his arms, as the music started. She recognized it instantly. She looked up at Warren with a brilliant smile and watery eyes, and said, "Perfect. Just perfect." She leaned her head onto his shoulder, and they danced.

By the time the dance had ended, both Warren and Sophia—and most of the people there—were trying, very unsuccessfully, to hold back tears. "You never let me down. Even with something like this," Sophia managed to sniffle.

"Now, I’d like to ask the rest of the wedding party to join Warren and Sophia on the dance floor." They did, to—appropriately enough—"Don’t Forget To Dance" by the Kinks.

"Now, I’d like everyone to leave the dance floor except for Sophia. And I’d like to ask her father, Brian Daniels, to join her." Sophia beamed as her father met her on the dance floor. "This must be the Stump The Bride wedding, because this is another surprise for Sophia." Everyone, especially Sophie, laughed at that. "Brian has chosen a song made famous by Frank Sinatra, but he’s chosen a special guest vocalist to sing it."

Sophia looked quizzically at her father, who just grinned at her. Then the music started. It was "Just the Way You Look Tonight."

"Damn good choice, Dad," Sophie grinned.

Then the vocals kicked in, and Sophia immediately recognized the voice. She looked towards the DJ’s stand with a start, and saw Warren, singing the song into a microphone.

"Oh, man," Sophia beamed at her father. "Between the two of you…." She was feeling weepy again. "This is the perfect wedding already."

"I knew I wanted to use this song," Brian told her, "and, then, at that barbecue at Warren’s parents’ house, I saw him singing this very song, and dancing to it, with Betsy. I got a brainstorm."

"It’s perfect. Everything’s perfect." Warren made his way out to the edge of the dance floor, and sang the song right to Sophie as she danced with her father. She was beaming at her father, beaming at Warren, deliriously happy. When the song ended, she hugged her father, then hugged Warren.

Peg then came up on the dance floor and danced "In My Life" with Warren.

Warren then joined his bride at the head table. All the folks there, of course, went nuts with that "clink the glasses until the bride and groom kiss" thing. Warren and Sophia didn’t mind at all.

They started serving the food, and the DJ went over to the head table. "Can we all stand, please, for the toast to the bride and groom from the best man, Jason Kowalski."

Crash took the microphone and grinned. "Boy, have I got some stories for you guys! But I suppose this is a family wedding, right?" Nobody laughed harder than Warren and Sophia—knowing that Crash could tell some stories! "Seriously. I’ve known Warren since the very beginning of our freshman year in high school. I met Sophia in February of that year. She was laid up in bed with broken ribs. The girl I was dating at the time and I had made plans to spend a Friday night with Warren. Warren asked us if we minded going to this friend of his’ house, who was hurt and needed cheering up. Of course, we accepted."

"So, that’s the night I first met Sophia. Now, you have to understand, Warren and Sophie weren’t going out then. They were just friends. But, I need to tell you, I just knew. I knew right away. It took another week or so for them to figure it out. I knew before they did," he said to laughter. "But I knew. The girl I was with did, too. Sometimes, it’s just obvious."

"People talk about soulmates. People talk about people who were meant to be together. If that isn’t Warren and Sophia, I don’t know who it is. They’ve stuck with each other through a lot of hellish stuff—and it’s only made them stronger. This, folks, is love, real and true and everlasting. It makes me unbelievably jealous," he grinned to laughter.

"So," he raised his glass, "to Warren and Sophia. May you always make each other deliriously happy. Na zdarovye." Warren and Sophia were only too happy to drink to that.

They ate—interrupted numerous times by glasses tinkling. After dinner, the DJ, at their request, played a selection of big band music. Even in a wedding dress, Sophia could cut a rug.

Crash was dancing with Liz, but was nice enough to dance one dance with Jessie. Warren danced one with Jessie, while Crash danced with Sophie. And then Sophie danced with Jessie. Warren laughed and took his sister Kristin for a twirl. Kristin happily accepted, then went back to dancing with Tom.

Then it was time to cut the cake. The DJ put "Two Hearts" by Springsteen on, and they fed each other their wedding cake—chocolate, of course, since they were both confirmed chocoholics.

After that, the dancing started up again. As a lot of the couples—and budding couples—danced together, Jessie was sitting at a table, chatting. Evan Pogdar saw her sitting there. Evan was astute as always—and he knew about the whole Jessie-Warren-Sophie thing, and about Jessie’s breakup with Crash. He saw Crash cutting a rug with Liz, and put two and two together. Jessie was putting on a brave face, but she had to feel a bit at loose ends.

"Jess," he said to her, "I need a dance partner for the afternoon. Would you?"

"I’d love to, Ev," she grinned at him.

They danced for a couple of songs, and then Jess said, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." He hesitated, and then said it. "I know the whole thing, you know. Warren and Sophie told me on tour. And now I see Crash with Liz, and Warren and Sophie are understandably wrapped up in one another. You had to feel left out."

"Ev, thanks. It means a lot," she grinned at him. "You’re sweet. Why the hell can’t you be straight?" she laughed.

"Sorry."

"That’s fine. You’re good company and you can dance."

"You sound like Shawna," he smiled.

"How come you’re not dancing with her?"

"Shawna is adamant about confining her dancing to frozen surfaces," he laughed. "She’d rather sit and gab. She’s over there with Jack Garrison and Chris Arsenault."

After cutting a serious rug, Warren and Sophia made the rounds of the room, greeting all their guests. Crash and Liz, when they came off the dance floor—which wasn’t often—were cuddling in a corner. Cait was busy showing her engagement ring off. Kate and Chad were alternating between dancing and holding court at a table. Warren walked over to his parents’ table and grinned at seeing Kristin happily sitting in Tom’s lap. And good ol’ Evan was taking good care of Jessie.

At one point, Crash asked his best friend’s sister for a dance.

"So," Kristin said with a grin, "you and Liz, huh?"

"So," Crash grinned back, "you and that Tom guy, huh?"

"We’re in the same boat, you know." He looked at her. "Long distance. Longer for you than me."

"Yeah. Doesn’t it suck?"

"Yeah. I hope we can work it out, Tom and I."

"Me, too. Liz is great."

Warren was dancing with Kate at the time, and Liz, Sophia, and Jessie were at a table discussing the same thing. "Does she know?" Jess asked Liz, pointing at Sophia.

"No," Liz grinned. "I spent the night last night with your best man," she told Sophia.

"You did?"

"Yeah. We’ve gone out a few times these past two weeks. I invited him up to my room for a drink, and it just happened."

"You OK with this?" Sophia asked Jessie.

"Yes," she said. "I really am. I’m happy for both of them."

"Well, don’t get too happy just yet," Liz said, a bit depressedly. Sophia looked at her. "I really like Jason. Unfortunately, tomorrow I’m going to be in Los Angeles, and he’s not."

"Oh, shit," Sophia said. "What are you going to do?"

"We don’t know." She grinned. "We’ve, well, planned to spend tonight together, too. We’re going to talk about it. Skate America, thankfully, is in Chicago so I’ll see him then."

"Hey, I meant to ask you," Jessie said to Sophia. "Are you changing your name?"

"Yes," Sophia smiled. "Very old-fashioned, especially for me, but I decided I wanted to."

"What about professionally?" Liz asked.

"That, too," Sophia grinned. "We’re Kelleher and Kelleher, now."

"So," Jessie said, leaning in conspiratorially and lowering her voice, "how’s the cum on your thighs?"

Sophia broke out laughing. "Oh, walking down the aisle I could feel it dripping! It was so naughty and delicious and fantastic. And then I get up to the end of the aisle and Warren starts whispering ‘drip drip’ in my ear!"

"I figured it was something like that, when you cracked up," Liz said.

"Girls," Sophia said, "if you ever get married, have your groom shoot you with his spunk beforehand. It’s an experience not to be missed. I can still feel it sloshing around in there. He came a ton. It’s like I’ve been carrying around a little piece of him inside me all day."

"A whole bunch of little pieces," Liz laughed.

After a bit, Sophie went off to the ladies’ room, telling Warren she’d be right back.

She came back out after a few minutes, and told Warren, "We have to do the bouquet and garter thing soon."

"Yup," Warren said, and then stopped. "Wait a minute. Isn’t the garter a wee bit, well, soiled?"

"No," she giggled. "I had it stashed. I just put it on just now in the bathroom. It had dried up there, so I washed some of it off, and put the garter on. It’s fine.

"Good," Warren grinned.

They gathered all of the single girls and Sophie threw the bouquet. Caitlin really wanted it—since her and Papa Bear most likely would be the next to get married—but she didn’t get it. Kristin did. She was delighted.

Warren reached down and slipped the garter off of Sophie’s leg. She gave him, and only him, a quick look at her uncovered pussy. It was still wet! Warren desperately willed away his budding erection.

"You’d better make sure Tom gets that thing, or Kristin’s gonna be crushed," Sophia teased him.

"Hey, I just throw it. They catch it." He leaned in and whispered to her. "Well, now I’m very glad you didn’t have this under your leaking pussy all day—considering it’s about to go on my sister!" Sophia laughed so hard she almost fell over.

When all the single guys were gathered, Warren turned his back to them, and flung the garter over his shoulder. He didn’t aim, not at all. Tom was just more enthusiastic about catching it, that’s all. In point of fact, he dove.

Kristin sat down in a chair on the dance floor, clearly pleased Tom had caught the garter. However, it didn’t seem to quite hit her until Tom was kneeling down in front of her exactly where that garter was headed! She looked up at Tom with a strange mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

"Don’t worry," Tom whispered, "I won’t go too high."

Summoning every bit of bravado she could muster, Kris told him, "You can go as high as you’d like."

Tom grinned at her—but he was a gentleman. He didn’t go too high, just about halfway up her thigh. He didn’t, however, seem in all that much of a hurry to take his hand away from halfway up her thigh. For her part, Kristin didn’t seem to mind at all, except for the inevitable creeping blush. Sophie and Warren, catching all this, grinned at each other.

The party went on, raucous and fun, after that. At about 5:30, Sophia plucked Betsy out of Ellen’s hands and took her into a quiet corner to feed her. Ellen would be taking Betsy for the night, and Sophia had pumped enough to get them through the night, but she wanted to make sure.

The reception was scheduled to end at six. At quarter of, Warren took the microphone from the DJ. "Hey, folks. Sophie and I want to thank you all for coming. We hope you all had a good time. For those of you staying here overnight, there’s some smaller parties and get-togethers planned. And tomorrow we have the hall in the resort reserved for brunch. We’ll see you all there tomorrow morning. But as for now, Sophie and I have a date." He bent down, grabbed Sophie from behind the back and knees, and lifted her in the air. She squealed in surprise and delight, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We have a date with a threshold." Warren started out of the tent and towards the building, still carrying a squealing and giggling Sophia.

"You’re going to carry her all the way to your room?" Jess asked, amazed.

"Easily. You forget. I’m used to lugging her around while wearing ice skates!" Jess and Sophie both giggled, and Warren carried Sophie out.

The lobby had people in it—guests not with the wedding and patrons of the restaurant. All of them smiled at the sight of the happy groom carrying the giggling bride across the lobby and into the elevator.

Warren did make it all the way to the room. With a little twinge in his back, true, but it was worth it to see the delight on Sophie’s face. He carried her over the threshold and gently set her down on the bed.

"I love you, Mrs. Kelleher."

"I love you too, Mr. Kelleher." They lay on the bed for a while, just cuddling and kissing. Then Sophie sat up. "Undo me?" she asked. Warren undid the zipper in the back of her dress. "Thank you. Now I need to go take a shower."

"Want company?"

"Nope. You stay here. Relax, watch TV. I have a surprise for you."

"OK."

She smiled and headed for the bathroom. Jess had slipped a bag for her in there earlier.

Warren got out of his tux and reclined on the bed in his boxers. He watched TV for a while, listening to the shower run, hearing it stop. The bathroom door opened up a crack. Sophie’s head peeked out.

"Snugglebear?"

"Yes, Pookie?"

"This isn’t the same exact one. I’ve grown some since then. But it is an exact replica. I took me forever to find it," she giggled.

"What are you talking about?"

In response, she opened the bathroom door all the way and stepped out.

Warren’s breath caught in his throat.

There she was, wearing—she was right—an exact copy of the pink babydoll nightie and lacy pink panties that she had worn on their very first night in bed together, over six years before.

Warren sucked in a breath. "Sophie, you’re a goddess. You were a goddess then, and you’re a goddess now."

She walked over to the bed and crawled on top of him. "Don’t tell me. Show me."

Warren put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips down into his. He wrapped his fingers in her long hair as their tongues danced. His other hand slipped under the nightie, and his thumb found her nipple and stroked it. She moaned low into his mouth.

He turned them, so they were side-by-side, as he fondled her boob and nibbled on her lip. She felt a pressure from his leg between hers and spread hers so that he could bring his thigh up to her groin, pressing it into her as he kissed and fondled her. She let out a gasping groan.

Without breaking their kiss, Warren slipped Sophie’s panties off. She returned the favor with his boxers. She went to slip her nightie off but Warren wordlessly grabbed her hands and stopped her. Pulling her close, he deepened the kiss and slipped his hard cock between her legs. She gasped as his shaft slipped along her slick labia, making contact with her clit. Warren slid his cock gently between her legs, spreading her wetness over him and dragging his cock over her clit as he moved. Sophie plunged her tongue deep within his mouth as she ground her breasts into his chest through the nightie.

Warren reached out and pulled her top leg up and over his hip, then reached down to take hold of his slick cock, pressing it with his hand against her clit. "AAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" Sophie cried out as Warren kept a steady pressure on her swollen button, making sure to keep her moisture spread on his dick. "AHH! AHH! AHH! Oh JESUS Warren!!!"

As he felt her begin to approach her climax, he suddenly shifted his angle and drove his cock right into her. Sophie let out a careening wail. When the screams didn’t let up, Warren pulled her mouth onto his, trying to keep her from alerting the entire hotel—not to mention all of Cape Cod. Sophie just screamed into his mouth.

The waves of pleasure radiated outward from her pussy and exploded in her gut. She just rode them, as Warren plunged into her, grinding his pelvis into her pussy and clit on every downstroke.

After a bit, Sophie was trembling from head to toe and her eyes were rolling back into her head. Warren slipped out of her while she desperately tried to catch her breath. Without really realizing what he was doing, Sophie allowed Warren to flip her over so that her back was now up against his front. She was still shuddering and gasping for air—when she felt the head of his still-slick cock start to penetrate her anus.

"OH GOD YES!" she yelled. "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS, WARREN! OH GOD!" Warren drove his cock deep into her ass, while he moved his hand in front of her to diddle her pussy. She started spasming again almost immediately, and didn’t stop. Her ass muscles clenched hard onto his dick. Warren had good stamina, but not that good. After a couple minutes, he grunted, plunged all the way into her, and poured his seed deep into her ass.

Afterwards, they stayed curled up with one another, even after Warren went soft and slipped out of Sophie’s ass. Sophie was still wheezing and gasping, trying to breathe. Warren wasn’t much better.

After a couple of minutes, Warren said, "Damn, I hope this room is soundproofed."

Sophie chuckled lazily, and said, "If that’s what married sex is like, I’ll take it!"

"Good," Warren laughed.

"Where did you come up with that thing? You know, rubbing your dick up against my clittie like that? Where did that one come from? My GOD!"

Warren laughed. "Well, I just slipped it between your legs, you know, just to get you worked up. But I saw your reaction and just kept going. I was winging it."

"Ooooh, you keep winging it!"

"You know, about six years ago, a very wise girl—wearing a nightie remarkably like this one—gave me some very good advice. She told me to go on instinct."

"She was very wise, wasn’t she?" Sophie giggled. "So, husband of mine, what do your instincts say you should do next?"

"Well, my instincts say I should go in the bathroom and give Mister Happy a little wash. We don’t know where he’s been. Actually, we do know where he’s been, that’s the trouble." Sophia laughed out loud as Warren got up and went in the bathroom. He was back out in a flash. She had slipped off the nightie while he was in the bathroom. He walked over to the bed, and settled himself in the opposite direction from Sophia, with his head down near her legs. Just to make the hint explicit, he sang a bastardized version of an old Brian Adams song: "It’s the position of 69." Sophie giggled, then turned herself over and straddled him.

As she lowered her pussy into his face, Warren breathed deeply through his nose and then let out a theatrical, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"You goof!"

"What, I can’t enjoy inhaling the perfume of my wife’s essence?"

"It might be more effective if you inhaled your wife’s clittie."

"OK," Warren said, and abruptly sucked Sophie’s clit right between his lips. Sophie yelped. Warren released her clit with a chuckle, and then went to work her up properly, running his tongue all up and down her pussy, dragging it in between her inner and outer labia, probing it into her opening.

Sophia sighed, then engulfed his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, then curled it around the head. Her lips moved up and down his shaft as she nudged the head with her tongue into the roof of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Warren had moved back to her clit. He sucked it between his lips. He enjoyed the sensation of his wife’s weight settled on top of him, and he could feel her rapid breathing vibrating in both their torsos. Her erect nipples were drilling a hole in his stomach. He reached his hands up and cupped her ass as he sucked on her clit.

She hadn’t come completely down to earth from her previous climaxes, so it didn’t take much for her to work right back up again. Her labia became reddened and engorged, and her clit swelled in Warren’s mouth. And, as she started to reach her peak, she plunged her mouth right down on Warren’s cock, and screamed. With her on top of him like that, when she came, Warren felt everything. Her buttocks clenched under his hands. Her stomach muscles spasmed on his chest. Her breasts leaked and squirted all over him. And, most of all, he felt the vibrations of her scream radiating from her throat and into her mouth, around his cock. Warren had already cum once, he didn’t think he was close. He was wrong. It came upon him in an instant, and, before he even realized it, he was pumping his cock into Sophia’s mouth and shooting straight down her gullet. She swallowed it all, screamed harder, and kept cumming.

Afterwards, Sophie didn’t have the strength to do anything, so she just stayed where she was, on top of Warren. Warren didn’t mind. Her pussy enveloped his face. His shrinking cock nudged her cheek.

After a minute, she sighed and said, "That was quick for you." She giggled. "It took me by surprise."

"It took me by surprise!" Warren admitted. "That one snuck up on me."

"I’m sneaky like that," Sophia giggled. She sighed again, and rolled off him. She rubbed the pillow beside her in invitation, and Warren turned himself around and snuggled next to her.

"You know what?" Sophia said after a moment. "I’m hungry!"

"Well, you know, working off all those calories," Warren laughed. "I’m hungry, too. Hey, this is a ritzy place. They’ve got room service."

"Good idea."

They found the menu, and looked through it. "Very elegant. Very expensive," Sophia giggled.

"Hey, it’s our wedding night. If we can’t splurge tonight, right?"

"Good point," Sophia laughed. "Look at this. Caviar. I want caviar."

"Shrimp cocktail."

"Lobster Newburg."

"And champagne. We’ve got to have champagne," Warren said.

"We have it. It’s over in the other room." They were in a two-room suite. "It’s on ice. Jessie put it in earlier. It’s a good thing, since they might have checked your ID," she giggled.

"Yeah. Don’t you love it? I’m a world champion athlete with a wife and a daughter and I can’t legally buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate my wedding night. Who makes the laws in this country?" Warren grumbled.

"Don’t worry. I got it covered. One of the advantages of marrying an older woman," she teased.

They went through and ordered a bunch of really expensive stuff, and Sophia called down with the order. They cuddled for a while, and, shortly, there was a knock on the door.

"There’s our food, Snugglebear," Sophia said. She got up to go answer the door.

Nude. "Aren’t you going to throw a robe on?" Warren asked.

"Nope," Sophie said with a twinkle in her eye. She went and opened the door—and the poor kid, who wasn’t a day over 18, was completely flustered at seeing this gorgeous, very naked young woman opening the door.

"Hi!" she chirped.

"Hi. Uh, room service?" the kid gulped.

"Come on in! You can put it right over there. Snugglebear, got any money?"

"In my wallet. Over on the dresser," Warren told her, bemused.

Sophie retrieved some money from Warren’s wallet and handed it over to the blushing waiter. "Here you go. Thank you very much."

The kid looked at the generous tip—and the other tip, the free show, standing in front of him—and blurted, "Thank you!" He backed his way out of the room, blushing and staring the whole time.

When he had gone, Warren burst out laughing. "I should marry you every day, Pookie, it brings out your naughty side." He shook his head. "That poor kid. He’s probably on his way to the rest room to relieve himself."

"You think?" Sophie said impishly.

"You’re so bad," Warren laughed. "Come here. Let’s gorge ourselves on caviar and champagne. I need to regain my strength if I’m going to fuck your brains out again."

"Oooh, now there’s a plan!"

After another wild lovemaking session, and a very contented sleep, Sophia woke up early the next morning. She hummed contentedly, snuggling in Warren’s arms.

He awoke then. "Good morning, my wife," he said.

"Good morning, my husband."

"How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly."

"Me, too."

"Hey, I had an idea," Sophia said. "We’re leaving this afternoon for a week. I think we should go wake Jessie up and give her something to remember us by."

"She’d like that, wouldn’t she?" Warren laughed.

"Yes, she would. And I still have the second key to her room from staying there the other night."

"Good plan. Let’s take a shower first, though."

They did, then they threw on robes and went to Jessie’s room, which was right down the hall. They silently opened the door and crept inside. They found her on the bed, naked—which is how she usually slept—on her back, right in the middle of the king-sized bed.

"Right where we want her," Sophie whispered with a giggle. "You want the tittie or the clittie?"

"Why don’t we each start with a tittie, then I’ll move down to the clittie."

"Sounds like a plan," Sophie grinned. They crawled into the bed, one on each side of her, and each took one of her nipples into their mouth. Jessie moaned, her nipples stiffened, and she shifted in the bed—but she still hadn’t woken up.

Warren reached his hand down between her legs, and found that her juices were flowing. He left Sophie to the tittie play, and moved himself down between her legs. Sophie giggled into Jessie’s tit, and grabbed the one Warren had just vacated with her hand, fondling it. Warren gently spread her legs apart, moved his face in, and started licking up and down her pussy.

That woke her up. Her eyes flew open. "HUH?" she gasped. And she looked down to see Sophie nibbling her tit and Warren doing his usual thorough job on her pussy. "What?"

Sophie looked up, grinning. "Good morning, sunshine." She leaned up and kissed Jessie full on the lips. "This is your very special wake-up call."

"What are you guys doing here?" Jessie asked incredulously.

"We didn’t want you to forget us while we’re away on our honeymoon," Sophie giggled.

"Fat chance of that."

Sophie grinned, and went back to her breasts, nibbling and fondling them. Warren kept up his relentless assault on her pussy. It didn’t take long before she was in the throes of a crashing orgasm.

After she came down, Warren settled himself between her legs and slipped his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned deeply, and Sophie moved back up to kiss her.

After they broke the kiss, with Warren still pounding away at her, Jessie looked up at Sophie and said, "Soph? Uhm, you haven’t fed Betsy in a while, have you?"

"Nope. 15 hours or so. And boy am I full. I don’t suppose you have a solution to that?’ Sophie teased.

"I think I might," Jessie grinned.

Sophie laughed, and got on her hands and knees. She crawled over and dangled her tits right at Jessie’s mouth. Jessie latched on and started draining Sophie’s engorged boobs. With Sophie’s tit draining her sweet milk into her mouth and Warren pounding his cock into her pussy, Jess was in heaven.

She really hadn’t expected this today!

When they were done, about an hour later, and she was cuddled up with both of them, she said so. "I can’t believe you two came in here with me. Today. On your wedding night!"

"It’s not our wedding night, it’s the morning after," Warren pointed out.

"And, don’t worry, we had a wedding night for the ages," Sophia told her with a laugh.

"Good," Jess said. "I dunno. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled you did this, but I didn’t expect it." She sniffled a little bit. "I really love you guys."

"And we love you," Warren told her.

They cuddled and talked for a bit, then Warren and Sophia went back to their room to get dressed. Jessie did the same, and they met in the corridor. They headed down to brunch.

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