In A Glaze Of Glory

to clarify The wedding went off without a hitch. Cynthia’s mania for detail paid off handsomely. We performed our steps in concert with her desires. There must have been two hundred attendees, all dressed in their Sunday finest. When the pastor finally declared Cynthia and Kevon as “man and wife”, she grabbed my friend and shoved her tongue so far down his throat but I thought he might choke. This caused a ripple of laughter in the church. When Cynthia came up for air, she had that “I got him now!!” look that women get when their long elusive prey has finally been corralled.

I almost felt sorry for him.

but We paired off and exited the sanctuary, followed by the crowd. The newly minted Mr. and Mrs.In A Glaze Of Glory stood outside and shook everyone’s hand. Their reception was set to be held in a conference room at the Sheraton (perhaps the very same room with my cum stains on the carpet. I wasn’t sure.).

After most of the guests left the members of the wedding party re-entered the church sanctuary to take wedding photos. This last bit took the better part of an hour, with Cynthia meticulously posing In A Glaze Of Glory. I held Nicole’s hand throughout. She finger-palmed me at every opportunity. Lisa looked on with a measure of disgust.

“It’s a SAMPLE, Nikki. It’s not a SHARE.”

in short  Somehow I felt queasy about this concept. I’d definitely been ‘shared’ that morning in my hotel room. To me, there’s a very fine line between fucking a pussy and cumming in that same pussy. Did Lisa expect me to fuck Nicole upon demand? Because I certainly could get used to that dynamic.

in short I’ll be honest, ladies. Fucking Nicole took something away from my obsession for Lisa. Early in every relationship, the idea of oneness is the driving factor for longevity. Young couples build a set of great experiences early on. It is the memory of these good times that tide couples thru the bad times to come. So it’s important to stockpile as many good experiences as possible. These good experiences are money in that bank when the “he/she gets on my LAST nerve” heebee-jeebies inevitably creep in.

to clarify Two days in and I’m sharing the best part of my relationship with two women. Did I say ‘share’? I meant to say ‘sample’.

because You might say, “Fella, youse a fool. You get to fuck two women who want to fuck all day, every day, non-stop? And you’re complaining?”

but I’m not complaining. although I’m saying that I’m putting all my eggs in two baskets. This will result in fewer eggs in each basket. I can’t have both baskets going forward. I’m going to end up with a basket that has half as many eggs as I want.

After fucking Nicole last night, I feel as if I like Lisa less than I did yesterday. in short I can’t explain it. It just is. I’m a guy. I’m going to get used to fucking Nicole. One day, I’m going to want her to suck my dick. I’m a guy. WTF. because When Lisa complains, my balls are going to swell up and I’m going to put her in her place.

“In A Glaze Of Glory”

Little did I know that the situation would get worse.

At the wedding reception, we were all having a good time. The DJ broke out some hits we recalled from college. I danced with Lisa, then Jennie, then Nicole, then Cynthia. We all did the Electric Slide. When the time came for me to dance with Teralynn she whispered in my ear, “Meet me upstairs in ten.”

in short I haven’t said much about Teralynn. Freshman year, we came THIS close to being a thing. One night after the Krimson and Kreme Ball (K! A! PSI? I said-a PHI NU PI!!) we found ourselves in each other’s arms. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Nothing came of it. In the morning, we kinda looked embarrassed at each other. I had the hots for her. She was a church girl from Dallas and a little inexperienced. Somehow we fell onto the “let’s be friends” track and never moved off it. but Suffice to say we’d become the best of friends. but We could be crass with one another. She had a great sense of humor. I trusted her like a sister. More, I loved her like a In A Glaze Of Glory.