When they were all finished at the bridal shop, Luisa pulled out her credit card to pay (just as she had at the shops in the mall). Susan tried to assume the cost for the reception, but Luisa refused. She reasoned that the cost of the reception was usually taken by the bride’s family, and her father had already sent her money for the wedding. Susan couldn’t argue with that. She did, however, tell Luisa that she would buy a special gift for her instead.
It was already late afternoon, so Luisa texted Joe to ask if he could pick her up at his parents’ house, to which he agreed. He arrived just seconds after Susan and Luisa pulled into the driveway. He asked how their day had gone, and both answered in unison, “Perfect. It couldn’t have gone better.” Susan and Luisa looked at each other and laughed.
Susan opened the trunk of her car, and she and Luisa loaded all of the bags into Joe’s back seat for the trip back to the apartment. Once loaded, Luisa hugged Susan and then got into Joe’s car. Once on the road, Joe asked, “So, how was my mother?”
“Joe, your mother is amazing,” she said. “She and I are so much alike. I feel like I have known her my whole life.”
“Wonderful,” he replied. “I feel the same way about her, and I feel the same way about you too.” Both of them laughed, but more because they both knew it was true than it being funny.
When they arrived at the apartment, they unpacked the car and took all of the bags into their bedroom. Luisa said, “You can see some of the things I bought this evening, and you will have to wait until our wedding day for some other things.”
“OK,” he replied, not really knowing what she was talking about.
Oh, your mom decided that all of the men will just wear black suits for the wedding reception, but of course, everybody will wear temple clothes in the temple and I will be wearing my wedding dress the whole time.”
That sounds good and practical,” he replied. “That way, we don’t have to buy or rent anything.”
Luisa continued, “All of the men will have boutonnieres, and all of the women, except me will have matching corsages. Of course, I will have a bouquet.”
“Wow!” he replied. “It sounds like you thought of everything.”
“Not me,” she responded, smiling. “Your mother and the wedding coordinator thought of everything. I was mostly just along for the ride. They really took care of me.”
“Would steak be OK for dinner?” she asked. “I have had it marinating since this morning.”
“That would be great,” he replied. “We don’t have a grill. How do you cook a steak without a grill?”
She smiled. “The same way that restaurants do it, in a skillet and the oven. We have a skillet and I know how to cook a steak in one.”
“I’m sure that you do,” he replied. “Sure, steak sounds great. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Luisa looked at him, put her hands on her hips and said, “You already know the answer to that, Mister.”
Joe silently walked over to the couch to sit down. “When you put it that way, I understand. If I help, then you feel that I am taking part of your job away. I won’t try to do that again unless you ask.”
“That is exactly right,” she responded. “Thank you, Sweetheart. If I need help, I will ask.”
Joe had a thought. “Have you told your dad about the black suit thing? If not, you might want to.”
“That is a good idea,” she replied. “He will already know to bring their temple clothes, but I should tell them about the suit and about the wedding color, so my mom can coordinate her dress.”
“What is the wedding color?” he asked.
“Scarlet,” she replied. “A really dark red.”
“Nice,” he replied. “That will make it easy for me on anniversaries. I can always find dark red roses.”
Luisa laughed. “Perfect,” she said. “By the way, I bought a scarlet-colored nightie today. Would you like to see it later? You have to be a good boy if you do.”
Joe knelt on the couch and put his hands up by his chest in the begging position. “I’ll be a good boy.” Luisa laughed.
It took about an hour before Luisa was finished with dinner and called Joe to the table. When he sat down, he saw perfectly done steaks, baked potatoes with all of the fixings, broccoli with butter melting over it, and drinks. “Wow,” he said. “This is amazing.” Luisa reached over and took Joe’s hand and then bowed her head. Joe took the hint and blessed the food as well as giving thanks that God had given him an angel to be by his side. Luisa squeezed his hand in appreciation.
Joe used all of the fixings in his baked potato and then cut into his steak. It was medium-rare and tender. “I have no idea how you did this, but this is the best steak that I can remember eating.”
Luisa would never admit it, but she loved all of his compliments. He even loved the broccoli. “How did you know that I like steamed broccoli?” he asked.
“Your mother told me,” she replied.
“Well,” he said between bites, “This meal is wonderful. I can’t wait to see what’s for dessert.”
Luisa blushed. “I’m sure that you will enjoy that too.”
They ate their dinners, spiced with conversation, and when they were finished, Luisa told Joe to go lay down on the bed, and she would come in after she finished dishes. He did as she instructed, and several minutes later she walked through the bedroom on her way into the bathroom with a bag in her hand.
She said in passing, “Take off all of your clothes and wait for me on the bed, and you will get your dessert. Take off your garments too.” He wasn’t sure why she wanted that, but he complied. He understood when she came back into the bedroom wearing a sheer, scarlet nightie with nothing else underneath it. She got up onto the bed and crawled across the bed until she was able to drape a leg across him and straddle his hips.
“Something Susan said to me today struck home,” she said. “She told me that even after we are married and wearing garments, to never let anything come between us when we are making love, not even garments. I intend to never let anything come between us in bed, ever. We can wear garments when we are dressed, but never in bed. Is that OK?”
“My mom told you that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Then we will never wear garments to bed,” he responded. “Did she say anything about nighties?”
“She said they are for seduction, not for sleepwear,” Luisa replied. “Nighties are there for the husband to remove, so he can have full access to his wife’s body. She said that I should only wear the matching G-strings if you enjoy removing them.”
Joe almost choked on his tongue. “Well, that is certainly a side of my mother I have never seen. No wonder she and Dad have stayed so happily married for so many years.”
Luisa smiled. “Would you like to remove my nightie?”
“Yes,” Joe responded. “Yes, I would.”
“Would you like to remove panties too?” she asked as he started sliding her nightie up over her shoulders.
He shrugged. “It seems like a lot of work right now, and I want my angel to be right against my body right now.”
Luisa finished lifting her nightie over her head and onto the bed, and then she brought one of her nipples to Joe’s mouth. He took the hint and immediately started to suckle her nipple. Luisa was gasping for air as waves of pleasure started to wash over her. She shifted to allow Joe to suckle her other nipple as she slid her pussy over his cock.
Joe was lost in her breasts as she rode his waist, her pussy getting his cock all wet with her juices. At some point, it must have been wet enough, and his cock slid up into her vagina. It was Joe’s turn to gasp. “Darling, are you sure? Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Yes, I am sure,” she replied. “And no, it hasn’t hurt since your cock first entered me yesterday.”
Joe resumed suckling her nipples as she drove her pussy down onto his cock time after time. He was thoroughly enjoying sucking her nipples. They were perfect, just like everything else about her. At some point, however, it wasn’t enough, and he rolled her over to her back, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Oh God, it feels so good inside of your pussy.”
He thrust as deeply into her as he could manage, hitting up against her cervix repeatedly, his cock wanting even more than was possible. Luisa allowed Joe to place her legs behind her shoulders, effectively doubling her body at the waist and increasing the depth his cock was able to penetrate. He finally couldn’t hold out any longer, and he felt his orgasm starting to overwhelm him.
He could tell that she hadn’t orgasmed yet, so he reached between their bodies to rub her clitoris with his fingers as he thrust deeply into her. It sent her over the edge just as his balls were starting to send his seed racing toward her. She squealed as she felt his seed shooting into her womb, and it felt like her insides were coming apart with pleasure. Her vaginal walls were doing their best to milk every last drop of sperm out of his body.
Joe collapsed on Luisa, exhausted from the effort of making love to her. Luisa shifted her legs so that she was just lying under him. It felt so good to have his weight on her, and she loved having his warmth pressed tightly against her. She just loved everything about him.
Joe kissed her. “Am I too heavy for you?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. I love the feeling of your body on mine while your cock is still deep inside of me.
Joe paused. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, where did you learn the words ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ from?”
Luisa laughed. “I’m from Mexico, not from Mars. Those who learn English in Mexico, learn most of the slang words too.” I knew the words, ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ before I learned the words, ‘penis’ and vagina.’
“OK,” he smiled. “Most people here don’t call them by their formal names either, but there are many slang names for them. ‘Cock’ and ‘pussy’ are the most common slang terms used here for those body parts, but that differs in different parts of the country. It’s fascinating to know that teens learn those terms outside of the US.”
“Speaking of which,” Luisa said. “Your cock is still hard inside of my pussy. Is there any chance that we could have an encore? I want to feel you fill me up with your seed again.”
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