After spending five years living 1,000 miles from my family, I finally went home for my sister’s wedding.

As a groomsman, I wasn’t needed until the rehearsal the night before, and I arrived at the church as the wedding planner was pairing off the bridal party.

I’d barely taken off my coat when I was tugged into the aisle and my arm was hooked through someone else’s. The arm belonged to Casey, my high school crush. She was smiling at me. A stirring in my boxers confirmed that time and distance hadn’t killed my attraction to her, but I wasn’t about to make any moves the night before my sister’s wedding.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate her presence. Being Casey’s partner for the ceremony gave me the perfect excuse to ogle the blonde who’d dominated my teenage dreams. We were even placed at the same table at the reception, and decided to sit beside each other to catch up.

Eventually, everyone else from the table left, lost to the bar and the dance floor. With the party raging, Casey and I were as alone as we could be in a ballroom full of people.

I thought I had the perfect opportunity to lay some groundwork for an after-hours party of our own. But I was a little disappointed when Casey turned her attention to her purse and pulled out a mirror and lip gloss. Things quickly got more interesting, however.

Careful to catch my eye as she touched the wand to her parted lips, Casey took her time applying the cherry-red color. The fullness of her bottom lip demanded several swipes, each one making my dick a little bit harder. After carefully tracing her Cupid’s bow, Casey finally capped the lip gloss.

Twisting the cylinder between her fingers, she glanced my way. A sly look flickered in her eyes, and the tube tumbled to the floor. Before I could process what was happening, she slipped beneath the table to retrieve it. Or at least that’s what I thought was doing.

A light brush of her fingers against the crotch of my pants was the only warning I got before she opened the metal fastening at my waist and pulled down my zipper.

Stealing a quick look around, I was relieved to see that the tables around us were empty. Everyone was either on the dance floor or at the bar on the other side of the ballroom. No one was paying attention to the solo groomsman at the dark table in the corner.

Relaxing into my chair, I pulled the tablecloth further over my lap to ensure I was covered. By that point my dick was already pushing against the soft skin of Casey’s palm. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, gently awakening all of my nerves.

When she traced her fingertip along the underside of my dick, I audibly gasped. But the pulsing dance music drowned out any noise I made. I tilted my head back, believing the music and the darkness of this spot would prevent detection.

After Casey lulled me into a blissful state with the soothing strokes of her palm, she wrapped her warm, wet lips around the tip of my dick. Then she took more of me, her mouth gently descending my shaft until my cock tapped at the back of her throat.

The slow slide of her lips developed a distinctive rhythm. It didn’t take long to realize she was blowing me to the beat of the music. I had just closed my eyes, totally surrendering to the moment, when another groomsman suddenly took a seat across from me.

He offered a quick smile and nod. Even as my heart pounded, I tried to project nonchalance, like I was just taking a break. Meanwhile, I begged every deity I could think of to make sure this dude didn’t extend his legs beneath the table and discover my companion.

As for Casey, she shifted closer to me, nestling between my legs, but her mouth never left my dick. Thankfully, a bridesmaid appeared to save us both, tapping the guy on the shoulder, saying, “You promised we would dance to this song!”

A moment later, they were gone. Perfect timing — barely two seconds later I spurted hot come down Casey’s throat. Still positioned between my legs, she licked me clean before tucking my spent cock back into my tuxedo pants.

As my head spun in pleasure, Casey cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock.

Ever the gentleman, I glanced around the room to make sure no one was looking our way before I pulled Casey up to her seat. When she surfaced, I noted with satisfaction that although her lips had been a vibrant red before she’d ducked under the table, not a trace of color remained.

Ready for round two, I grabbed Casey’s hand and escorted her to a nearby door, which opened onto a back patio and garden. When we were out of sight behind some shrubbery, I spread my jacket on the grass. Casey reclined and then pulled her dress up over her hips and ass.

The only thing that stood between me and Casey’s pussy was a lace thong, and I quickly saw that the material clung to her moistened pussy lips. Since I hadn’t yet had the privilege of exploring Casey’s body, the only thing that could have created that inviting wetness was her deep-throating my dick under the dinner table. Knowing that me fucking her mouth had gotten her this wet was almost hotter than the blowjob.

Almost.

Dying to get my cock inside her, I grabbed a condom I’d hidden in the jacket of my tux. Plenty of my friends had gotten lucky at weddings, so I’d always been ready for my turn.

Before I could roll the latex onto my dick, Casey whispered, “Let me.” Dexterously slipping it onto my shaft, she laid back on my jacket and tugged her thong to one side. I positioned my dick at her entrance, anticipating the pleasure to come, then eased my hips downward, my cock sliding inside her. She sighed.

That sound of pleasure made my dick harder and I sank in deeper, one blissful inch at a time. Casey wrapped her legs around me and hooked her ankles at the small of my back. Then she flexed her slender legs, squeezing herself against me. Sealing our bodies together, she began to grind, moving her hips so that every thrust rubbed against her clit.

I tried to slow my pace, to prolong our pleasure, but Casey had other ideas. With her ankles locked around my waist and my dick entirely inside her, she had complete control over my body. A slight rock of her heels against my back made me buck, driving my dick even deeper inside her.

Every time her pussy clenched, her legs squeezed around me as well. She kept me pressed against her, making animal sounds of pleasure. I fucked her in short, hard pumps of my cock that felt fantastic. She gripped me with her taut arms, too, her fingers digging into my back. Casey was a wild woman, panting now, fucking with total abandon.

It was way too much, yet somehow not enough. Determined to hear my name on Casey’s lips, I began to gyrate my hips, making a few exploratory thrusts before finding an angle that made her moan with the motion of the stroke. Every. Single. Time.

As my head spun in pleasure, Casey cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock.

An orgasm began to rock her body, and she began whispering my name over and over, riding the waves of ecstasy, her legs holding me close before finally relaxing. Pressing her soft, full lips to my ear, she whispered, “Stay with me tonight.”

That was all I needed to hear. My second orgasm was even more intense than the first. The setting whirled as I lost myself in the moment. Dropping my head down, I closed my eyes and gave myself over completely to the sensations rippling through my body.

When there wasn’t another drop of come left in my balls, I sagged against Casey’s smooth body. In response to her invitation, I summoned the energy to whisper, “I’d love to.”

I think I’ll be getting back home a lot more often now.