Mazel Tov

Ariel and I have been kind of fooling around for the last month or so. Before you ask, no she doesn’t have a fish tail and long red hair. Forgive me a moment here as I describe her. I feel like I have to explain how attracted to her I am before I tell you what I agreed to do for her. She has long blond hair, soft pale skin, and blue gray eyes. She has these breasts that are so amazingly big and soft, like, I can’t even tell you how amazing they feel to squeeze, kiss, suck, and nibble on. She might say she is plus size, but she isn’t. I always joke with her and say, “If you were any smaller you wouldn’t be able to carry your perfect breasts around with you everywhere you go.” This usually gets my arm punched or pinched.

Anyway. I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend. We have fun and like to spend time together. We are both somewhat new to the kink world and are really enjoying experimenting together as we learn more about ourselves. But she is not my girlfriend. I say this over and over again because I want it to be known why what she asked me was kind of a big deal.

One night after our sweaty bodies were intertwined and her head nestled in my arm, I heard her say softly, “I want to ask you something and you have to promise me you won’t feel obligated to say yes.”

Fuck! “What is it?”

“So, I have this wedding I have to go to the weekend after next for my younger sister.” Her fingers curled around my chest hair. “I had planned to go by myself despite the fact everyone is going to be asking me when am I going to get hitched. You know how we Jews are with the whole, ‘when are you going to settle down shtick’ and-”

“-and you thought wouldn’t it be awesome if I could bring Jay who will get interrogated by one sweet old Jewish woman after another, instead of you.”

“Yeah… something like that… No, wait. Exactly that.”

I don’t mind social settings and being around people, but who likes to be the outsider in a room full of people who knows one another. Of course she had to ask me to do this for her right after she let me cum in her ass. I do not think the timing was by accident. I hesitated to answer.

“Please…” she says like a little girl asking to stop for ice cream.

Fuck! “Fuck. Yeah I’ll go.”

She kissed me and said thank you over and over again. Then, as is her way. She kissed her way lower and thanked me again with her mouth around my cock. See what I am saying about this girl. She is pretty fucking awesome. And very, very, difficult to say no to.

We pulled up to the wedding and I felt like I was dressed for court. The new shirt I wore still had creases from the way it was folded up at the store. Obviously, Ariel picked it out for me. We sat silently in the car as we watched well-dressed people shake hands, hug, and smile at one another. “Well,” I said. “We’re here.”

“Yup,” she answered. “Um, so there is one more thing.”

“Oh, God.”

Ariel reached into her purse and pulled out a Yakama. Before I even had a chance to say anything about it, with lighting like reflexes, like she had stayed up all night practicing, the little hat was already attached to my hair with like six bobby pins. I am pretty sure she used way more pins than needed, but knew I would be less likely to take it off if it would be a huge pain in the ass to remove it. What can I say? The girl is smart.

Looking in the visor mirror I said, “You’re kidding. You know Jesus can see this right. He sees everything.”

She put her hand on my lap and began to massage my cock. “Do you have any idea how grateful to you I’ll be for doing this?”

I shook my head and smiled at her, my cock already getting hard. “He can see that too you know, you sinner.”

“Good, let the pervert watch.”

“I’m going to find a way to get you back for this.”

“I know you are. Are you ready?”

“Not yet,” I said and pulled out a flask from my back pocket. I opened it and took like five good full gulps of whiskey.

“Oh, that’s a really good idea,” Ariel said, grabbing the flask from my hand and matched me gulp for gulp.

Walking in to the reception area and out into the garden where the ceremony was being held, we were pretty much the last ones there because of our little-get-drunk-in-the-parking-lot-tailgating-party. So we grabbed a seat in the back, not exactly away from everyone but not too close either.

When I saw Ariel’s father walking her sister down the aisle I whispered to her, “Sweet, I got the hot one.” She kept her eyes on her the action and let a little smile creep out of the corner of her mouth before pinching my thigh, hard. Once the bride and groom were under the Chuppah and the rabbi was speaking to them too quietly for anyone to hear I looked around. I saw one unfamiliar face after another all focused on the bride and groom.

The rabbi finally spoke loud enough for the rest of us to hear. “Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam, bo’rei p’ri ha-gafen. Blessed are You, LORD, our God, sovereign of the universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.”

The whiskey settling into my veins I glanced over at Ariel who was wearing this peach colored dress, thin straps, and her bra heaved out her breasts as if to say, “Yeah, my little sister might be getting married first, but my tits are better.” The way she looked just wasn’t fair. How am I supposed to watch the wedding when she was sitting next to me, looking like that? It was almost as if each breath she took made her breasts bigger, pushing them closer to me. My hand massaged her soft warm thigh just like most other men were doing to their dates, our women basking in the glow of marriage. But none of them had the most sexy girl ever sitting next to them. I hated that she made me do this boyfriend activity with her but it was worth it to see her looking like she did. I would never tell her that, though. I planned to use this for a long time to hold over her. Just then it hit me. I knew how I was going to get back at her.

“Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam, yotzer ha-adam. Blessed are You, LORD, our God, sovereign of the universe, who creates man.”

My hand slowly moved up Ariel’s thigh, and when she realized where it was going she carefully pushed it back down her leg. I was not to be deterred. I began to make the journey back up her leg. She was unable to keep the smile off her face this time. She let my hand make it a little further before she removed it. Now, she was holding my hand on her knee, thinking she had won.

“Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha‑olam, asher yatzar et ha-adam b’tzalmo, b’tzelem d’mut tavnito, v’hitkin lo mimenu binyan adei ad. Baruch atah Adonai, yotzeir ha-adam. Blessed are You, LORD, our God, sovereign of the universe, who creates man in your image, fashioning perpetuated life. Blessed are You, LORD, creator of man.”

I whispered in Ariel’s ear. “You fucking owe me. And it isn’t fair. I am sitting next to the hottest girl here and I want to touch her. Now do as you are told, take your hand off of mine, and give me what I want. You. Owe. Me.” She glared like I had just screamed anti-semitic slurs in the middle of the ceremony. I glared back to let her know I wasn’t going to back down. She took a deep breath, and then, finally, removed her hand from mine.

“Sos tasis v’tageil ha-akara b’kibutz baneha l’tocha b’simcha. Baruch atah Adonai, m’sameach Tzion b’vaneha. May the barren one exult and be glad as her children are joyfully gathered to her. Blessed are You, LORD, who gladden Zion with her Children.”

Using the backs of my fingers I slide my hand up and down Ariel’s thigh, each time moving a little further up her leg and under her dress. When my hand was almost all the way up, Ariel licked her lips and spread her legs ever so slightly. My fingers touched the lace fabric of her panties, and I could already feel how wet she was, her lips pressed against her panies. I leaned over and gave her a soft little kiss on the neck as the rabbi explained the signing of the marriage contract. I could feel the blood pulsing through her neck when my lips touched her skin. Her eyes were scanning around making sure no one was watching the show in the back of the room. They weren’t. All eyes were on the show in the front of the room.

Ariel lifted up out of the seat just a little to let her skirt ride up her legs more. I pushed her panties to the side and felt her perfectly smooth soft pussy. The folds and wrinkles in her lips were already coated with slick wet juices. Just then everyone began to sing something in Hebrew and I slipped my first finger inside of her. No one could hear her gasp over to singing. We both kept our eyes forwards, like everyone else. We were just two more people excited to see the young happy couple getting married, me a nice handsome Jewish boy and my date, the sister of the bride. No one had any cause or reasons to turn to us. This was her sister’s day. Why would any of us pay attention to anything but the bride and groom?

Ariel gripped my forearm with both hands, pushing me up further against her, my middle finger as deep as I could get it to go. The rabbi made a joke and everyone laughed. As the laughter settled I whispered, “Do you have any clue how turned on I am right now? Your tight wet pussy feels amazing around my finger. Fuck, I want you.” And with that I pushed hard into her. Then, I added a second finger. I used my wrist to press against her clit as her hips squirmed in small slow circles.

The bride and groom began to say their vows at the same time I had three fingers stretching Ariel’s pussy. I felt her juices dripping off of me onto the padded folding chair. I pushed deeper into her and she pressed harder against me. The bride and groom exchanged rings but we were no longer paying attention. In that moment the only thing that mattered to me was how fucking sexy this girl is, my fingers so deep inside of her, surrounded by her family and friends, all strangers to me. At any moment someone could have turned around and seen my hand between her legs. Someone could have seen her flush face, her eyes now closed as she got closer to cumming.

“Sameiach tesamach reiim ha-ahuvim k’sameichacha y’tzircha b’gan eden mikedem. Baruch ata Adonai, m’sameiach chatan v’chalah. Grant perfect joy to these loving companions, as you did your creations in the Garden of Eden. Blessed are You, LORD, who grants the joy of groom and bride.”

Ariel’s whole body began to tremble. Her face looked like she was trying to hold in a sneeze, turning bright red, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. I whispered in her ear, “You now have my permission to cum.” The sound of glass breaking, people clapping and cheering, juices gushing out of Ariel’s pussy, coating my hand, soaking the seat underneath her, the bride and groom kissing, everyone around us stood up, and we stood up with them. Ariel gripped my hand to steady herself, she hadn’t finished cumming. The orgasm was still in her, her knees weak and off balance in high heels, she leaned against me and I held her up. My slick wet fingers intertwined with hers, I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing her juices off of her. Then she pulled my hand to her mouth and did the same. She even let her tongue slip out but it didn’t matter. Her sister was married. No one cared about us. It was their day. Not ours.

We waited in our seats for everyone to file out. She whispered, “We can’t get up. Everyone is going to think I wet myself when the see the seat.”

I whispered back, “You did.”

She pinched my thigh and giggled. “At least we’re even now,” I said.

“I don’t think so. You have no idea how badly my mother is going to interrogate you.”

I leaned over and kissed her neck as she waved to someone. “Don’t worry. I plan on fucking you in a closet at the reception.”