Maid of Honor Ch. 02

Notes: both Alexis and Matt are well beyond 18 years of age. Copyright is retained by scandtx, two authors writing collaboratively.

Maid of Honor is our first attempt at publishing erotica, and this chapter represents our first attempt at continuing a story line. It can probably stand by itself, but we recommend beginning with the first installment before reading this one. Please click at the end to let us know how we did, and thanks in advance for any high fives ☺ Enjoy!




Alexis woke as a bright orange glow filtered through the window onto her face. She groaned, squinting her eyes and covering her head with the blanket, trying to block it all out. She felt a warm body close around her, pulling her in, nuzzling her neck. She welcomed the warmth, feeling safe and satisfied. In a moment, her mind flashed with images of bodies writhing together in ecstasy, causing a sultry moan to escape her lips.

"I like that sound," Matt said over her shoulder.

His hand slid up her side, cupping her breast, capturing her nipple between his fingers, applying pressure to it, alternately squeezing it and pulling on it while he kissed her neck.

"Mmmm" she murmured sleepily. "That feels nice. Don't stop."

Reaching behind her to where Matt was spooned along her length, Alexis reveled in toying with the abundant hair on his legs, stroking his thighs and lightly scratching with her fingernails as high as she could reach. She could feel his hardness pressing firmly against her, pillowed between her cheeks where their midsections met.

"He does seem to have a thing for the ass" she thought, recalling the novel but not unpleasant feelings he'd unleashed in her with use of his fingers the previous night. "I'm not sure how far I want to go down that road, though; I hope he's not insistent on it. Then again, never say never."

Just as Matt's lips reached her neck, eliciting a warmth between her legs, a sharp buzzing erupted from the night stand. It quickly stilled but just as quickly was repeated.

Matt rose up to look for its source; "What the hell is that?"

"Come back here" Alexis pouted. "You were just getting to the good spot."

...buzz...buzz...buzz...THUNK.

From her spot at the edge of the bed, Alexis could now see that the offending noise came from her cell phone. Its vibrations in silent mode had caused it to fall from the night stand to the floor, where it stopped buzzing, just before it chimed once and went silent.

Realization came quickly to her as she picked up the smart phone and glanced at the screen. "Oh shit, that was Jill, the bride's sister. She said she'd call or text when she was leaving to come pick me up. They live across the river, so she'll be here in about 30 minutes."

"Umm, not to dig too deeply," Matt asked, "but how does she even know where 'here' is? For that matter, you're not from this city either if I understand it correctly. How do YOU know where we are?"

Rolling on her side to face him, which caused the last of the sheet to fall away from her naked form, Alexis propped her head up on one hand as she looked at him with a smile. She held up her phone so that he could see a map, with an indicator icon; sure enough, it was pointing right at his house.

"I dropped a pin, silly. Last night when you so gallantly rescued me, I texted my friend that a nice southern gentleman had offered his guest room. That saved them the long drive to pick me up until they'd be down here anyway, running some last minute errands this morning. I also turned on the FriendTracker app so they'd know where I was the whole time. You know, in case you turned out to be a psycho."

She grinned with that last bit and reached out to run her hand through his hair, softening this admission of steps she'd taken to protect herself.

For his part, Matt was focused on the fact that the sheet falling away had given him his first real view of this beautiful creature in all her naked glory. Her auburn hair was tousled in a way that can only come from good sex, and he could now see clearly that it was a shade darker than the ginger curls forming a neat triangle at the top of her legs. Her nipples were a delicate shade of pink, countering a scattering of small freckles in the valley between her breasts. Matt was entranced.

When she smiled and reached out to run her fingers through his hair, he could tell from her body language that she had been saying something important, but for the life of him he couldn't say what it was. Moments ago he'd been nuzzling her neck, on the verge of what he hoped would be great morning sex—one of his favorites—and now she was waving her phone at him.

"Time to clear the cob webs" he thought, sitting upright and stretching, trying to bring some of the blood back up to his brain.

"Wait, wait, say that again? You stuck a pin in something, and had a friend track us here?"

She looked at him with fake disappointment. "Really? A businessman like you doesn't know how to use a smart phone? I'll explain it later; the gist of it is that my phone has a GPS unit—you know what that is, right? Good.—and the phone shares that with my friends, using the internet."

Matt nodded, not entirely following this. He knew only that he was thoroughly enjoying each new detail of her, revealed by the full sunshine now coming through the windows: the golden highlights in her hair when the sun hit it, the small scar on the top of her ear, the—"wow, how did I miss this last night?!" he thought—curved line of four tiny stars tattooed on the underside of her left breast.

"Damn," he realized, "I'm doing it again, zoning out as she's talking..."

"Got it" he said. "Sort of. You can give me a full lesson later, but right now what do you say we..."

His voice trailed off as he looked suggestively all along her curves and then down again at his own hardness.

"Sorry babe. That phone message meant Jill will be here in about thirty minutes, and we've just spent..." she paused to glance at the time on her phone's screen, "...four of them bringing you into the 21st century, technology-wise. I need the world's quickest shower so I don't climb into her car smelling like sex. Plus, eww, I just noticed this tangle in my hair and think it's some of your dried cum. Gross."

"Still...I don't want to leave you frustrated and then take you around all my gorgeous friends; maybe I can do something quick for you" she said with a smile.

Climbing on top of him so that her chest was centered on his, she kissed him deeply before rising up slightly and beginning to slide toward the bottom of the bed. Her nipples dragged along his torso, becoming impossibly hard and long.

She trailed kisses, licks, tiny bites along his chest before she paused briefly with her breasts surrounding his cock. She looked up at him with what could only be described as lust in her eyes, holding the eye contact for a long second before swinging her hair out of the way and taking him in her mouth.

Alexis didn't hesitate taking Matt's length deeply, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft. She could taste remains of their mixed fluids dissolving as she sucked on him. She enjoyed the taste, remembering how he'd entered her last night, making her orgasm over and over again.

Matt laid back in the bed, enjoying Alexis's very talented mouth sliding up and down his cock, the slick wet saliva coating his member. He could feel her tongue touching every ripple and crease of his cock, alternating between runs of the rougher top of her tongue along its head, with a circular swirl of the smoother bottom all along its circumference. She even managed a careful scrape of her front teeth along his base at the same time as her throat tickled his head.

It had been a long time since he'd had a beautiful woman work him over in such a manner. He moaned as she swirled her tongue over the tip, licking the pre-cum and stroking him to pleasure. His hand caressed her hair as hers stroked up and down on him.

"You are an amazing woman, Alexis."

Alexis smiled at him, taking him back in her mouth. She watched as his eyes closed, and she basked in the sweet pleasure she gave him. This power to please was bliss to her, and she couldn't imagine being one of the women averse to the act. She loved what she could do for him.

Eventually she felt his hips move against her mouth, putting pressure around his shaft as she sucked him. He placed his hands on her head, and she knew he was close. Soon it was more him fucking her mouth than her blowing him, making her take him deeper into her mouth, even an inch or more into her throat.

When she began moaning, or humming, the vibrations seemed to reach all the way to his spine. He knew he wouldn't last much longer; he sat up in the bed, with the result of making her take him deeper. Feeling his cock hit the back of her throat took him over the edge as he groaned and came in thick ropes, splashing at the back of her throat. He watched through hooded eyes as she took every drop, and without hesitation proceeded to lick him clean.

Alexis cleaned Matt thoroughly with her tongue, practically bathing him. When she was satisfied with the job she crawled up his body, her naked form sliding along his until she was nose to nose with him. She wiggled her head playfully side to side, their nosetips jousting with each other before she leaned in to kiss him with a quick peck on the lips.

"Now I get my shower."

Slipping from the bed, and taking the sheet with her in an attempt to cover her body, Alexis moved quickly across the carpet to the bathroom. She wasn't certain if her goal was to protect herself from him, or maybe the other way around.

"Given his fixation with my ass, if he sees it walking into the bathroom he might well follow me in here. Of course, if I see him trying to follow me in here, I might just let him and then I'll never be ready in time."

Matt was indeed watching closely, enjoying the partially draped view of her nearly as much as he'd enjoyed his waking view so recently. Why she had chosen now to be modest, though, was beside him, and he thought for the thousandth time that he might never fully understand women.

"Maybe she has some insecurity about how she looks from behind, or there's another tattoo that I missed?" he mused. "God only knows."

Even though he knew that time was short, some small, irrational part of him still hoped she'd leave the bathroom door ajar in an invitation to join her. When it closed, he sighed and got to his feet, pulling on a clean pair of jeans and his favorite Georgetown sweatshirt before heading toward the kitchen. He might as well get the coffee going and see what he could rustle up for breakfast.

On an impulse, he stopped in the guest bath long enough to wash his face and glance in the mirror. One advantage of relatively short hair was that on days like this he could simply run his fingers through it and it would fall into place, almost as if styled.

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"I'm all tingly and butterfly-y" Alexis thought as she closed the bathroom door behind her, with no sound of Matt following. She laughed to herself at the odd choice of words that sprang to her mind, "'tingly and butterfly-y'...for the first time since...well, I...I'll put a pin in THAT thought and set it aside for later. It's a beautiful day and I'll enjoy it, even if I've managed to jump into the deep end of the drama pool with this whole situation."

Searching quickly, she found a clean towel in a cabinet and an eclectic collection of soaps in a drawer, clearly gathered from a variety of hotel bathrooms. Running each past her nose, she finally found what she wanted.

"Score!"

A facial soap with a slight floral scent was quickly tossed into the shower stall as she kicked the sheet away from where it had fallen at her feet.

"I don't want to smell like dude on this, of all days" she thought.

Climbing into the shower, she closed her eyes briefly under the warm stream of water before lathering up and working to remove the dried-semen tangle she'd discovered in her hair.

"Thank god I caught that before showing up at the wedding," she laughed to herself, "I can just imagine trying to explain that to Jen's Nana and all the others as they fuss over trying to get the perfect picture arranged."

Downstairs, the coffee maker had just started to gurgle and the toaster was still glowing bright orange when Matt was startled by a knock on the front door. Collecting himself, he walked to the door, thinking "Well, here we go..." He put a smile on his face before opening the door.

"Hi—you must be Jill; I'm Matt. Alexis is upstairs getting ready. Why don't you come in and join me for some coffee and a bagel until she comes down?"

Jill didn't know what to expect when she arrived at the address Alexis had messaged to her. She wanted to scold her sister's best friend for putting her in this situation. Going off with a complete stranger, and then staying at his house. He could have been a murderer or a pervert.

She certainly didn't expect the tall scruffy god who answered the door, wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirt, while offering her coffee like they had been friends for years. She entered the immaculate home reluctantly; he obviously did well for himself.

"I'm Jill...and you are..."

Matt smiled as he reached into the cabinet, grabbing two coffee cups. "Where are my manners? I'm Matt Brewster," he said, reaching over the kitchen island to shake her hand.

He guessed that Jill was a little older than himself, and about 5'4", with medium length brown hair, and brown eyes. Attractive, but apparently married, judging by the ring on her finger.

"How do you like your coffee?"

Jill looked around the room, hoping Alexis would come out soon.

"Black is fine. So you are the 'kind southern gentleman' who rescued Alexis last night?" She read from her text message.

"Yeah, I was just on my way out of the store when I saw her breaking down. It's not a bad part of town, but I figured 'why not see if she needs some help'."

Filling his own cup, he replaced the pot. He had a feeling he might have to explain himself, yet felt bound not to give too much away. He felt it wasn't really anyone's business, what two adults did, even if it was in the heat of the moment.

"And you are in the habit of bringing stranded women back to your place?" Jill asked rather coarsely, regretting the wording as soon as it came out of her mouth.

Matt paused and looked over the rim of his coffee cup, as he took a sip to hide his smile. "Not really, I prefer to hit them with my car...you know for the point value." He wasn't about to let this woman hound him without having a little fun with her.

Jill knew she was coming off a little bit brash. "I'm sorry, I'm just under a lot of pressure today" she said letting out a sigh, "especially with the maid of honor being taken AWOL from her duties at the last minute."

A pointed look over the rim of her own coffee cup accompanied that last comment, almost perfectly mimicking Matt's glance of just a moment earlier.

"Two can play this game," she thought.

"I'm sure you understand, with the wedding and all. Speaking of which, where's Lexie? I'm sorry, but we really do need to get going."

Stepping back from the counter, Jill poked her head into one of the hallways, which looked like it went toward a guest room. She stopped in her tracks and nearly jumped when the door behind her opened, and Alexis stepped out wearing only a towel.

"Oh...shit, Jill, wow, you got here fast. Let me just finish getting ready, ok?" Alexis said in mid-step.

"Well, today is an important day for Jen, so I broke just about every traffic law to get out here" Jill said, making her way toward Alexis to give her a quick hug. "Go get dressed and let's go."

Jill pushed her way past Alexis to get into what she thought was the guest bedroom, to help Alexis collect her things. Walking into what was obviously a man's bedroom, she found the bed in complete disarray, smelling of stale sex. Jill spun on her heels and faced Alexis, who turned bright red and bit her lip.

"You didn't?!!"

Alexis paused, thinking furiously as to the best way to approach this, while she debated how much she wanted to reveal. On the one hand, she did truly think of Jill as a friend, if only because of the years spent together while hanging out with Jen. At the same time, Jill had always adopted an annoying mother-hen position toward the two best friends. She could be counted on to be something of a buzzkill if they did anything that wasn't essentially prim and proper.

Best to distract her, without actually lying.

"Anything that did or did not happen with me really doesn't matter, does it?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'me'. "Today's focus should be entirely on the bride. I'm sure Jen's main concern is not whether I..." she paused and purposefully misunderstood Jill's question "...had car trouble and resolved the problem. I'd bet she's more worried about whether I can help troubleshoot any issues with the wedding."

Alexis sensed that Jill felt a bit out of her element, standing in the bedroom door of a strange man's home, and took advantage of the fact.

"Give me a second to pull on some clothes, and we'll shoot back to your place while my hair's still wet enough to be styled the way I want. I'll be right down."

Jill was a little startled when the bedroom door closed in her face, but a small smile crossed her face.

"That little minx" she thought. "This conversation isn't over yet, not by a long shot. I want all the gory details, and there's another person who knows them."

"So, Matt," she asked, walking back down the short set of stairs leading from the bedroom, "you're related to Elliott Brewster aren't you? The lawyer with a firm over on Curtain Street? I could swear I saw your names together in a newspaper article a month or two ago."

Matt made no attempt to hide his laughter. He had heard the conversation transpire between the two friends, when Alexis made no attempt to confirm or deny Jill's suspicions. She clearly thought it wasn't anyone's business, and he agreed.

"Elliott is my older brother" he said, giving no further information. Intro To Law 101 taught you not to give any more information than was absolutely necessary. He took another sip of his coffee, to emphasize the end of his statement.

"Really..." she said with intrigue. The Brewster law firm was highly respected in the community, and their clients included some of the biggest names in the area. "And what do you do?" she asked, wondering if the successful apple fell far from the tree.

"Oh I'm a lawyer too, we handle the firm together. He's just the face, I'm the brains of the operation, which leaves me time to manage our family's furniture business on the side. That's where I 'rescued' Alexis."

Jill's jaw nearly hit the floor. She could only imagine the two brothers standing side by side in the courtroom, as Matt was right now with her; it sent a jolt straight down to her core. She'd had no idea the famous, upscale furniture store was connected to the firm that seemed to argue all of the most influential cases appearing in the newspaper.

Alexis opened the door with her bag in hand, hair slightly damp, and ready to go, when she spotted Jill standing there with her mouth hung open like she was catching flies.

"Jill, we have to go" she said, tapping mother-hen on the shoulder.

Jill shook her head to pull herself out of the trance. "Yes...yes, of course. Nice meeting you Matt."

She turned to head toward the door. It took a split second for her to realize that Alexis wasn't on her heel. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Alexis with her arms around Matt's neck, lost in a deep, passionate kiss—the kind Jill and her husband Aaron used to exchange when they first started dating.