Two Different Roads

We've Only Just Begun

Their relationship had begun on a beach. It was only fitting that their WEDDING would take place on one. Ellen wore a lacy, off the shoulder gown in a very late sixties bohemian style, Mike a simple tan suit and tie.
Micky and Davy as well as Mike's closest friend from Texas, John London served as groomsmen with Peter of course as the best man. Vicky was the maid of honor, and girls from the office Ellen had become friendly with were her bridesmaids.
Bob gave her away, walking her down the aisle made in the sand to a live band playing a very appropriate song for the locale, one of the signature tunes from Elvis' 1961 film, Blue Hawaii, "Can't Help Falling In Love."
The ceremony itself was fairly conventional, the vows the time honored love, honor, and cherish, not surprisingly omitting obey. Other breaks with tradition were the fact that the bride was barefoot and the groom's wedding band was placed on his pinky, the jeweler having sized it wrong. Lastly, as the admonition was made to kiss the bride, a Texas drawl was faintly heard saying, "Give me some sugar Mrs. Nesmith."

II
"Can you believe it? We actually have all night and all day tomorrow to do absolutely nothing," Ellen sighed, falling back upon the huge bed in their luxury bridal suite.
"Except for each other," Mike ammended, lying beside her. "I don't know about you, but I intend on doing YOU in just about every way possible over the next thirty-two hours or so."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea."
"Come here Mrs. Nesmith," he growled.
He held her close, stroked her hair while he nibbled at her neck. "I love you Wife."
"I love you too Husband."
They undressed each other slowly, made a game of it, marking every freckle, mole and scar on each other's bodies with a kiss. She sighed with pleasure when he reached her inner thigh, said, "I have a suggestion while you're down there."
"Oh you do? Well it is our wedding day. I'd say you deserve something extra. I've just gotta warn you ahead of time before we race that my tires aren't too good though, so if I lose you won't be surprised."
"I'm sure you'll do just fine Michael. If you can use that tongue the way you use those fingers it will be way MORE than fine."
Just to see that dark head nestled between her legs for the first time was greatly arousing in itself, and he was certainly familiar enough with her body to know what she liked and HOW she liked it. Michael Nesmith was also a perfectionist. He did nothing halfway. He took up this new task with the determination for success he did everything else. Through trial and error he quickly managed to find shangri-la.
Her fingers curled in his hair as her body shuddered with her first orgasm under his tongue. He drew it out even longer by continuing to suck at her clit with a dedication bordering on obsession.

"Was that all right?" He asked superfluously afterward.
"That was great Michael."
She urged him onto his back, kissed her way down his body. "Your turn, Luv."
"Oh Baby, you give FANTASTIC head."
She worked her way over him, taking more and more of him until she finally managed to swallow him all the way to the base.

"Holy fuck Ellen! I didn't know you could do THAT!"
She hadn't known if she could either. She'd never tried to deep throat him before. His size had intimidated her. But as he'd said, today was their wedding day. Special efforts were required.
He'd always stopped her before he came, preferring to finish inside her, but they had all night and the next day. There was plenty of time for more.
"Cum for me," she told him before swallowing him whole once more, her nose tickling his pubic hair.

"If you're sure," he managed to gasp just before his orgasm slammed into him with full force. "Oh my god!"
He marveled as she accepted every drop of him, curling into his arms afterward like a contented cat.
"Just when I think it can't get any better you always up the ante."
"If I didn't you might get bored of me," she teased.
"No chance of that ever."
They kissed, caressed each other's bodies, but before they could get any further, the phone rang, immediately stalling the beginnings of another erection.
"I swear to God, if that's Bob, I'll kill him!"
He reluctantly tore himself away from his new wife to pick up the receiver.
"Somebody better be maimed or dead!"
"Not quite," came the answer. "Am I interrupting anything? What were you doing?"
"You asshole it's my wedding night. What the hell do you THINK I was doing? Can't I EVER fuck Ellen without you bothering me?"
"To be fair that only happened once...well twice now. I wouldn't have called though if it wasn't important. Somebody blabbed. It's all over the radio how a certain Monkee got married today in Hawaii."

"Are you serious?"
"Does it sound like I'm joking Mike?"
"Well shit!"
"You should be OK as long as you keep the phone off the hook and don't leave the room."
"That's only good for a day though. After that there's the concert, not to mention the press conference before THAT. They're gonna swoop down on me like a pack of buzzards AND her."
"I'm sorry Man. It was bound to get out anyway. Maybe it's better to get it over with."
"Yeah, maybe. Thanks for the heads up. I'm serious though, unless there's a horrible murder or Peter shocks all the teenyboppers by publicly proclaiming his undying love for Micky, don't call me again until tomorrow night."
He hung up, stretched his long body on top of Ellen like a lazy panther.
"Was that about what I think it was?"
"Yep. We've been found out Honey. Congratulations, you just lost whatever privacy you had left. You're not just Bob's assistant anymore. You are Mrs. Michael Nesmith, and half the freaking world is gonna want to talk to you."
"Fuck!"
He smirked. "I gave you the chance to back out, but you didn't take it, so welcome to the circus Baby."
"I was prepared for it, I just hoped it wouldn't happen so fast."
"Me too, but life's a bitch ain't it."
"Oh I think there are a lot worse things than being rich and famous."
"Leave it to you to remind me what a spoiled, privileged asshole I really am."
"That's my job."
"Oh yeah, well I've got a totally different job for you right now."
"What might THAT be?"
"Guess."

If you've never heard Mike and Ellen's wedding song, "Can't Help Falling In Love" you should.