On July 23, 2020 in Kettlecorn, just two weeks away from the wedding, Bailey was highly distracted. She could barely get through work without thinking about her parents and Grammy getting to the small wedding and getting into her wedding dress. It was a nearly a week since she returned from Boston after visiting Carey with Cody. She was wondering how the wedding would go, how fast the ceremony would be and how she and Cody would start their life together as husband and wife.
During the middle of the week while Bailey was getting her groove back, Bailey's friend and receptionist had been observing her behavior since her return to work. She noticed how Bailey zoned out the first day back and feared that was getting worse each passing day. However, she wasn't sure about Bailey today. She seemed stable and focused. But she felt that Bailey still needed someone to talk to about her woes. On their lunch break, Holly Davis approached Bailey and sat down next to her at the table in the break room.
"Hello, Dr. Pickett."
Bailey was in mid-lift with her tuna salad sandwich in her hands and looked over at Holly.
"Hello, Mrs. Davis. How are you?"
"I'm good. I'm as healthy as a horse so you don't to give me a check-up. But you might need a check-up of your own."
Bailey knitted her eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about your mental health! Golly. You think you would know what's wrong with you being a doctor and all."
"What are you talking about, Mrs. Davis."
"Cut the horse crap, Bailey. Call me Holly already."
"Um…Okay. Holly."
"Seal your lips for a moment, Bailey."
"What?"
"Bailey, I'm going to be frank with you. You need to let out what you've bottled up inside. You can talk to me. I'll listen to you and help you with your problems."
"I'm sorry, Holly, but what problems?"
Holly became agitated but Bailey's oblivious and aloof behavior toward her distress for the upcoming wedding. She thus began to poke Bailey in the forehead for four consecutive times before stopping and as she would poke Bailey, she spoke.
"You know exactly what problems! You're gonna get married soon and something bugging you something awful about it! Tell me!"
Bailey rubbed her semi-tender forehead and then looked at Holly with a look of distain and defeat in her eyes.
"You got me, Holly. I am concerned about mine and Cody's wedding which will happen two weeks from now."
"I know. Tell me what your worried about, you love-sick fool. Ever since you got back, you've been utterly distracted."
"I know….I try not to think about it."
"About what?"
"If I'll be a good wife to Cody and if we made the right decision to get married so soon so fast."
"That shouldn't bother you. Didn't you tell me that you and Cody fell in love gradually as you two survived on a marooned island where you two met?"
"Yes."
"So, don't worry about it. Do you regret anything?"
"No."
"Then what's to worry about? You'll be fine."
"Well, that's easier said than done. Besides, I don't know how the ceremony will go."
"I'm sure everything will work out for the best in the end."
"Yeah…But there is one more thing I'm concern about."
"What's that?"
"The honeymoon."
"Oh…..THAT'S what you're worried about!"
"Shhh….Don't speak so loud! I don't want anybody else to know."
"Okay….So, are you afraid that Cody won't perform well?"
"Actually, no. I'm not worried about him. I'm worried if I'll be able to be up to par."
"You're worried about pleasing him? What for? Haven't you guys done it before?"
"Yes. More than once."
"Then what are you worried for?"
"Our first time together as husband and wife will be a very crucial part of our newly formed married life on our honeymoon. I want to know if you have any tips for me so that the night won't turn bad."
"Do you want me to give you tips on how not to be a spaz or do you want me to give you tips on how not to be a spaz and give you tips on how to keep your man interested?"
"Uh…I don't know…"
"Bullshit, Bailey! You're just too shy to admit that you need tips on both how not to be a spaz and keeping Cody on his toes….or knees. How did you become so uncharacteristically shy?"
"I just want to have a nice honeymoon with my new husband. Cody and I will be married soon and I want to be prepared."
"Okay. I'll help you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Suddenly, Bailey puts down her sandwich and turns on her side so she's facing Holly on the bench.
"What should I do?"
"As far as not acting like a spaz thing, don't think about screwing up and you won't screw up."
"I guess I can try."
"Good. As far as the love making tips go, just be adventurous but also make sure that Cody will be up for anything new you try with him. Go with what your heart says and have fun. But also stay safe."
"What do you mean by "safe"?"
"Don't bump your head or break a bone."
"Oh. Okay then…"
"Anything else?"
"Do you recommend any tricks do use in bed?"
"John really liked it when I blew air onto the tip of his penis. I don't know how Cody might react to that, but you could give it a try."
"Okay. Do you have anything else?"
"Nothing too specific. All I have left to say is for general stuff. You know, rub his ass, play with his junk, twist his nipples. That sort of stuff."
"I think I can do that much."
"And of course, do foreplay before the real action and talk dirty to each other when you're ready."
"I know. I got that much down."
"And tease his back. Start out slow."
"Of course."
"And maybe try the 69."
"I don't know about that… I can't promise anything."
"That's fine. Do you feel ready?"
"Yes. Thanks for your help, Holly."
"No problem. By the way, remember to have lubricant or messaging oil with you when you guys do it."
"I'll remember. Thanks."
"Sure."
Holly and Bailey smiled at each other and then ate their lunch. At one point, they chatted about day-to-day topics and where they got certain articles of clothing and how cute they were for an affordable price. After their lunch break, Bailey and Holly went back to their work. Holly was able to work more efficiently while Bailey was able to work wholly focused and energized.
To Be Continued…
