OK people
Here is the eighth chapter!! I hope you enjoy it. R&R!
--pGp
(P.S.: If you are not used to reading very intimate scenes/have a weak stomach, I highly recommend that you skip reading this chapter, or at least the latter part of it.)
Eight
NIGHTFALL
Jesse and I have decided our honeymoon destination(s) – Goa (the famous beach state of India) and Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia. I had insisted that we had to go to India, because I had heard of all the cool stuff they did out there, like eating spicy corn roasted on coal and stuff. And I heard that in Goa, they have tons of colorful beaded necklaces that are really pretty and really cheap – like 50¢ each or something. We checked with all the airlines, and they say that all the flights from July-August are full at the moment because it's summer, so we've decided to go from September-October.
At around the time we'll be in Goa, there's going to be an awesome Indian festival being celebrated, called Navratri, which means 'nine nights' in Hindi. It's a nine-day celebration when all the Indians wear ghaghra-cholis, the traditional Indian dresses and do a dance called Raas Garba and Dandiya. Dandiya is a dance where everyone dances in twos and each person uses two wooden sticks. Plus, I looked up Indonesia on the Internet, and the cuisine seemed really yummy and mouth-watering. Some of the dishes were called tempé (some kind of sweet soy blocks) and kattang (sticky rice cooked in coconut milk), long tong (rice cooked and served wrapped in banana leaves). And Jakarta is supposed to have some superb malls and a lot of cheap clothes shops, so I was totally going to be spending a bomb out there. Jesse had better get ready for a light/empty wallet.
All right, I know I'm boring you, so I'll tell you what happened after the vows. When our kiss stretched to over six minutes, Father Dom politely went, "Ahem!" and we realized what was happening, and (reluctantly) tore apart. I felt quite sorry, because it had got very hot indeed – Jesse's tongue was practically halfway down my throat.
I WAS FINALLY MRS. DE SILVA. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
By the time the vows were over, it was already two p.m. So everyone quickly ate lunch. The menu was pretty good – a complete Chinese menu: soy noodles, fried rice, spicy Manchurian, chop suey; a bit of Indian stuff thrown in: samosas, biryani (rice cooked the Indian way), raita (curd prepared in the Indian way) and a bit of consolation for the dieters: five bean salad and garden salad. There was also a decent variety to drink: ginger ale, root beer, black-current juice, kvass (a drink similar to beer) and wine. Oh God. Wine was EVERYWHERE. Anyway, dessert consisted of chocolate mousse and kiwi pudding, with curly whipped cream on top, and slices of fresh kiwi fruit. Allison, thinking that the drinks would be fattening, had snuck in some Kool-Aid in a Lock-N-Lock bottle (as if Kool-Aid is totally calorie-free, but whatever).
And – take a deep breath – believe it or not, ANDY made, like, 98 per cent of the stuff!! At first, he was insisting that he'd make everything (except the drinks, of course), but Mom screamed at him (I heard them arguing in the kitchen), "ANDY! Are you going to be stuck in the kitchen the entire day!? It's our daughter's wedding, for the love of God! What you've made is enough. We'll order the rest in! You don't have to slave yourself to prove your cooking skills, we know enough about them!" Andy had retaliated, "Exactly! That's what I'm saying! It's our daughter's wedding! Can't I do this much for her?!" But I guess he realized that arguing with my mother is futile, since she will not rest until and unless she has got exactly what she wants, so he shut up and let Mom order the remaining food in.
The wedding cake was enormous. I am not kidding. It was COLOSSAL, HUGE, BIIIIIIIIIIIG, LARGE. It was six feet tall, in fact the largest pile of dark chocolate I have ever seen. And it was equally delicious. And sinful.
All of us cousins were standing in a circle and eating together. It turns out I have a lot of cool cousins I've never heard of in my life. Obviously, most of them are my relatives from Andy's side, but there are a surprising amount of them related to me directly (through my mom), all residing in Carmel, whom I haven't ever heard of, either. There are: eighteen-year-old Joséfina (or Joey, as she likes it), fifteen-year-old Stèfano (Stef; Joey's younger brother) what's with all the lines over the letter e?, twenty-five year old Wes (fake mohawk, pierced tongue and six tattoos), chubby (that's putting it politely) fourteen-year-old Macy and quite a few more. We had fun together, laughing and talking. Jesse later said that although some of them were weird, they were a good lot.
At around five-thirty, everyone started to go away one by one. It seemed to have gotten dark surprisingly fast. After everybody was gone, Mom said we could go, too. Oh God. I still couldn't believe it was time for the Night. I was so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!! We were all set to go home. Mom and Andy went together in Andy's Rambler, and Sleepy, Dopey and Doc went together in Sleepy's new car – a racing car, obviously – which he had obtained through endless nights of tireless toil as a delivery boy at the Pizza Place. (A/N: lol!) Just like he had planned, Sleepy had fitted his car with expensive speakers, cool tires and a spoiler and everything. It looked like this hot race-thing.
Jesse and I reached the apartment within a couple of minutes. Jesse drove pretty fast, like a 100 km/hr. Wow. I guess he was excited, too.
Anyway, after we got home, I quickly went into my room to change into something more comfortable. Jesse appeared within three minutes in his longest Harry Potter T-shirt (he had got it free in some special offer when he bought the fourth volume, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) and boxers. Thankfully, he didn't knock this time, he just burst into the room with this burning look on his face as if he needed something desperately or he would die that moment. Wow. Talk about libido. I was sitting on the bed, waiting. I grinned and stood up to go to him. He grinned mischievously. This was DEFINITELY going to be a naughty night. A very naughty night.
Action. Jesse caught hold of me and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. He pushed me backward until the backs of my knees were against the edge of my bed and we both fell over, him on top of me.
I tore myself away from Jesse and scurried toward my pillow quickly. He looked surprised when I did this. But he came after me, caught my wrist in an iron grip (not that I minded), pulled me toward him, and we both collapsed again, him on top of me again. Oh my God. This was so much fun. I could totally do this forever.
Soon enough, Jesse's fingers found their way under my shirt, up my back. He unhooked my bra and I took it out. I felt a shiver of excitement go down my spine. I slipped my T-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room, and he did the same while I took mine off. I lay down and pulled the covers over myself. I couldn't believe this myself, but I was feeling kind of shy and nervous now that it was actually time for me to let Jesse see me naked. "Mmmm…" he said, slipping under the covers beside me. "I love you, querida." "I love you too," I said, taking hold of his hand under the covers. Jesse started to kiss me again. He moved downward from my lips, nibbling my neck. I felt the blood rushing to my face due to my immense excitement. We were both under the covers.
After about ten minutes of very intense making out, Jesse soon started to ease down his boxers. After that, he slowly pushed my underpants down. Not that I minded. I didn't feel as uncomfortable about this as I had while taking off my shirt, because this time we were under the covers. So it wasn't, like, direct exposure or anything. Jesse moved up to my face. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, my lips, my neck. In this way, he moved down till he was kissing my stomach. I stroked his hair while he did this.
I couldn't believe that I was saying this. "Go slow, Jesse," I whispered gently. "There's no rush. We have the whole night." Now, we'd done this before, but that night when we did it for the first time, we were, after all, under the influence of alcohol, so I did not remember anything further than stumbling into my room and changing into my tracks that night. If we had done it in our senses (impossible), Jesse would have mostly likely said, "I'd rather wear a clown's suit and do the jig in the public square rather than have unprotected sex with you, Susannah." Except, of course, he wouldn't have been that blunt about the last part of the sentence, but whatever. You get my point. He would never agree to have sex with me without a condom in a trillion years, unless of course, we were planning a baby. It was just a big relief that I hadn't gotten pregnant. STDs weren't something to worry about, because both Jesse and I were both still virgins when we Did It that night.
In reply to my request, Jesse whispered an all right, then moved back up to my face and we started making out again, and made out for about another ten or so minutes. Then Jesse softly asked me if I was ready. I said I was.
So we proceeded to go all the way, for the first time in theorem, since we hand no memory whatsoever of having Done It previously. At the moment when I felt Jesse inside me, I got so carried away that I started breathing in short gasps. I had come. Jesse looked up at me, startled by my gasps, came out, (he was still inside me) and asked me if I was okay. In response, I burst out laughing uncontrollably. Jesse looked more confused than ever. "I came, silly!" I cried between my laughter. "I came!" But Jesse was still confused.
"What do you mean, querida?" "Oh God, Jesse!" I cried, trying to stop laughing, but not with much success. "Will I have to spell it out in so many words?" "Oh," said Jesse suddenly, a look of understanding dawning on his face. "Oh!" "Yeah!" I said, still giggling. Jesse smiled too, and bringing his face near mine, he kissed me. "I love you." "Mmm…I love you too, Jesse. I love you more than I ever loved anybody in my whole life."
NEXT MORNING
I woke up before he did. I opened my eyes, and looked at Jesse sleeping peacefully. I stared at him, playing with that lock of hair that was falling in his face. Suddenly, Jesse shocked me by catching hold of my wrist suddenly. He opened his eyes and smiled, taking my hand and kissing it. I smiled back at him. "Wanna get up right now?" I asked. "Hmm…" said Jesse, thoughtfully. "Do you?" I turned to look at the digital clock on the wall. It said 10:03. "Um," I said. "I think we'd better. It's already ten." "All right," said Jesse getting off the bed. He took the edge of the bedcover, wrapped it around his waist and started to get up. "Hey!" I said. "We're sharing that cover! Leave me some." "Oh," said Jesse, blushing. "Sorry." I rolled my eyes. "Your shorts are here on the night stand, Jesse," I informed him. "All right. Thank you." I picked up his boxer shorts and handed them to him, and he put them on.
Jesse didn't bother wearing his T-shirt before going out of the room. He said he'd find it later. I got up too. I saw Jesse's long T-shirt lying on the floor. I felt too lazy to get up and get fully dressed right now, so I found and put on my underpants and just slipped into Jesse's long T-shirt. It came almost halfway down my thighs.
I went out of the room into the living room, stretching my arms and giving a long yawn. Jesse was already at the stove, making pancakes. They smelt heavenly, especially when Jesse mixed loads of chocolate in the pancake batter, like he had done now. "They smell really good," I said. "Huh?" "The pancakes." "Oh. Thanks."
Jesse finished making the pancakes and took them out on a plate, poured pancake syrup over them, and handed the plate to me. As I dug into them with my fork, I realized that deep down inside, I had always had this small fear that if Jesse and I Did It, things between us would change. But after what happened the last night, I realized that I was wrong. No matter what, things between us weren't about to change in a hurry.
So people!!
Hope you liked the chapter, & that the people with the weak stomachs skipped it!! LOL! Anyway, you know what to do!!
--pGp