7 hours, 0 minutes, 17 seconds.
It was 2 am, I would get married soon. I couldn't sleep, of course, so many emotions were coursing through me.
I stood and walked to the door that joined mine and my bride's rooms. I knocked gently even though it was unlocked.
We decided to sleep in different beds the night before, it was a tradition in my family.
"Hi! Hey, everything okay?" She mumbled her words. She was still mostly asleep. Her short flamingo night shorts hung low on her hips, her hip bones just above the elastic.
The black tan top fit tight on her skinny frame, breasts showing slightly among the low cut of the top.
"Like what you see?" She smiled as she slid her glasses up her nose and stepped closer to me.
I had never felt this way for any other woman, and never would. I liked men. I always had. But I was so close to this woman that I couldn't resist. I stepped back slightly.
"What's wrong?" She looked at me and placed her small hands on my chest.
"Oh, nothing. I just got lost in my thoughts."
"What were you thinking about?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest.
"You," I whisper and wrap my arms around her thin waist. I frowned. Too skinny, she had lost weight. But she had told me her dress for perfectly. What was the problem?
"Me? Why?" She looked at me now. Her tie-dye-eyes looked into mine. She had about three colors in her eyes, and I loved it.
"Why not? We're about to get married you know." I smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Are you still sure about this?" Her voice showed signs of weakness and fear. Was I sure? Probably.
"Yes I'm sure. I've always wanted to marry you even when we were teenagers and I always joked about marrying you. I wasn't joking. I've always loved you."
"Oh stop," a tear soaked a small portion of my shirt and I smiled. "I love you too. And you know you can go out with whatever guy you want. As long as you stay my husband."
I laughed. "Of course."
We stood silently for a little while.
6 hours, 45 minutes, 28 seconds.
"Remember that one time, we were probably 16, when we snuck that bottle of wine out of my dad's restaurant?"
"And we got totally hammered? Yeah," she giggled.
"Yeah, well, remember when we kissed for the first time, and we almost.."
"Yeah why?" She looked at me. Curiosity sparking in her eyes.
"Nothing, nothing." I looked away, I was embarrassed by the thoughts I had.
Before I could finish a thought, I felt her hands on my cheeks and her lips firmly against mine. It felt foreign and wrong, but I liked it.
"Piper," I breathed between kisses.
"Don't fight it, Harp." She replied, then pressed herself firmly against me.
I placed my hands on her skinny hips and pushed her against the wall. I closed the door and let my hands travel. Hers did the same.
"Are you sure?" I kissed her neck gently and she whimpered.
"Yes Harper, yes." She breathed. And tilted her head to give me better access to her throat. Inside, I was giddy and happy, but outside I was terrified and excited.
Her hands worked at the knot tied in my sweatpants. It was really happening, and I could hardly contain myself.
I coaxed her mouth open with mine, and our tongues twisted and danced together. We pulled apart a second later to take a needed breath. We looked into each other's eyes, then lost ourself in a fit of giggles, before crashing our lips together again.
My hands hesitated around her waist band, but she gave me a slight nod of approval. I gently slid the short shorts down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. Her hands grazed my sides as she pulled my shirt over my head.
This was really happening.
6 hours, 15 minutes, 56 seconds.
Her hands glided across my chest as I looked at her. I gently grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as I pushed her into the wall again, for more hot kisses. My hands traveled down, across her collar bone and breasts, to the hem of her tank top.
I pulled it off her slender frame, then looked at her. She wouldn't look at me, and I knew this was hard for her.
"Your gay," she barely whispered, her eyes glassing over. She crossed her arms across herself.
"Not for you, baby," I whispered and pushed her hair out of her face.
She slowly uncovered herself, then kissed me with more passion than I had ever experienced.
She hooked her thumbs in both my sweatpants and underwear, then yanked them both down.
This was happening.
I slid her underwear off, and we both fell onto the bed. I hovered above her as we kissed, then she gave me silent permission. I held her hands next to her head, and we began to move.
6 hours, 3 minutes, 45 seconds.
