My Best Friend's Wedding

Kate couldn't help but to feel a little empty.

Soon her best friend was going to be quickly out of her reach. First a husband and next thing is children.

And, Kate thought, all I have is my job.

"What did you think of the reception, Kate?" Angela, Catherine's mother asked cheerfully. Her crow feet were slightly covered by foundation. She was already in her sixties, only a few years older than her mother, but she was a sweetheart. She has always been her second mom.

"I can only say that Cathy should flat out quit her job and go work for HGTV." There was instantaneous laughter coming from the people around her. "Her decorating and planning skills are incredible." As she finished, she glanced down the table noticing Phillip's blue eyes were watching her like a hawk. She felt apprehensive but in a good way. She felt a little important. Would he even remember last night? Would he even remember her? She smiled at him watching as his features returned the favor.

He definitely did. Her cheeks slightly flushed at the realization.

"Oh, Kate, we saw you with that man yesterday. I didn't recognize him. Who is he? He seemed to be really into you."

Being taken out of her trance, Kate answered quickly. "Apparently he was Gerry's roommate when he took that year to study abroad." Kate said before sipping her orange juice.

"Well," John, Cathy's dad, chimed in, "He seems like a good man but you might have to run him by me. You know, you're like our other daughter."

There was definitely laughter behind that. Kate rolled her eyes.

"Are there any plans for today?" Kate bit a piece of toast. "Pool maybe?"

"Yes, definitely! We can have the cabana boys bring us cold lemonade and cocktails. Or I can just add the vodka to my lemonade and make it a real party." Catherine's grandmother was enthusiastic.

"Granny, there'll be no vodka today." Angela said to her mother sternly. "Remember what the doctor said."

"Doctor, smocktor. If this old gal wants a drink, she'll be getting one. Anyway, it's my only grand baby's wedding. She would want me to have fun. "

"She would also want you to live to speak of it." Angela muttered too low for the old, short woman to hear. "Kate, the pool sounds like a fantastic idea." She stood and looked toward the farther end of the table. "Everyone, if you're interested, we shall be going to the pool after breakfast to cool off and drink some lemonade. Join us if you wish."

Phillip and Kate's eyes met at that moment. She couldn't help but to smile. "That sounds like a fantastic idea, Angela!"

They all stood up and headed to their rooms to ready a few minutes later.

Kate decided to go with a white and navy stripped string bikini. I showed her features much better than her halter top even if it didn't have the best boob security. But she only used her halter top if she was going to beach, anyway. Nothing is more embarrassing than to see your bikini top not on you, she noted.

She threw on a beach dress over her bathing suit and flip flops before heading out the door. As she opened the door, she almost ran into someone. Quickly she excused herself only to realize it was Phillip. "Oh, hey!"

"Such acts of violence. Do you do this normally?" He was wearing a white tank top with black swim trunks.

Kate instinctively flushed as she remembered last night. "I thought last night was well deserved," she scoffed and began walking towards the elevator.

"I dare say an apology is in order, Ms. Kate." He practically ran to catch up to her. "I'm sorry about last night. I don't normally try to kiss women senseless. I had a bit too much to drink. I meant no disrespect."

"Oh, I realized," she laughed, finding it odd that she was able to forgive him so easy. Because you value his apology, her consciousness told her. Normally, so would be avoiding the man and never speaking to him ever again. "But that apology isn't good enough. You owe me. Why don't you be my date for the pool outing? I might even let you buy me a drink." They walked into the elevator and pushed the ground floor.

"That sounds like a good idea; though, it'll be hard to work my charms with all those other cabana boys giving you alcohol."

She merely shrugged in response. "I guess you don't accept the challenge then?" Whoa, where did this courage come from?

He merely laughed. "I love to be challenged."

The pool was serene. Most of the children aimed for the resort style water park with slides and fountains instead of the adult pool.

Kate arrived to the cabana she rented a few houses down from Angela and John. "The best part about having a rewards system is that I get this amazing air-conditioned cabana for forty percent off." The put her bag on the table and began taking out her towel and sun glasses.

"Don't worry about the bill, I have it covered." Phillip chimed in as he took off his tank top revealing his muscled chest and arms. Kate couldn't help but blushing as she miserably failed not to make it obvious that she was staring. She loved how he had olive skin that almost blended into hers.

Before he looked up, she turned around and pulled her dress over her body. She was glad she had taken the last four months to religiously go to the gym. She quickly kicked off her sandals and placed them in the closet. When she turned around, she saw him staring at her with hungry eyes. "Is everything okay?" Oh, please don't tell me I look fat.

"No, no. Nothing. Pardon me." He saw her instinctively wrap her arms around her thin waist in insecurity. "You look good. That's all." He said to quickly reassure her.

She smiled sheepishly. "Thank you. Shall I call for the cabana boy? The menu is right on the table. We can order lunch when we get hungry, too."

"Sounds like a plan. I think we should order some waters and lemonade for now. The heat is rather burdensome." He pulled his beach towel over a chair and kicked off his shoes under it.

"I'll make the orders. You go ahead to the pool if you want." She inadvertently dismissed him when he was about to approach her.

He didn't say anything. When she looked up, he was walking out of the cabana whistling casually. She couldn't help but to stare at his perfectly round butt as he prepared to drive into the pool. Within a second, he gracefully splashed into the water.

Unfortunately, she found herself still staring. She picked up the menu and decided to order their drinks. While gazing outside through the cabana opening, she noticed a dark cloud in the distance. I hope that doesn't come this way. There was soft rumbling a mile away.

She opened her bag and pulled out her sun block lotion and began applying to herself. Secretly, she absolutely loved the smell of it; slowly placing the bottle to her nose and inhaled deeply. There was fortunately a small mirror and she was able to even out the white blotches that formed at the crease of her forehead. Facing her bag again, she managed to get every part of her body except her back. She thought about her predicament. She could go without her back covered but it was the most affected part of her body. "Damn, this is going to be interesting." She mumbled as she tried to maneuver her hands to her upper back, quite certain she looked ridiculous.

Suddenly, she jumped when she felt two warm hands on her shoulders. "Darling, you should just ask. There's no need to trouble yourself." He reached over for the bottle and dropped a blob on his palm. She felt her pulse race in anticipation. Slowly he began to work the lotion onto her upper back. He used pressure behind his thumbs working out knots in her muscles she didn't even know she had. He went slowly, trailing his fingertips lower to the lower string of her bra. She felt his fingers slide under the thin string, rubbing her skin. She could feel a warm feeling in her belly.

He removed his hands to gather more lotion before going to work on her lower back. He let his hands rub around to the sides of her waist and upward above her ribs until he reached the bottom of her breasts. Without touching, he let his fingertips trail over her skin coming to her back. With a little more lotion, he used both hands to work on her exposed neck.

Kate could feel his heavy hands on her body. She could feel him caressing her. His hands feel too good. If only... Her head instinctively hung forward to give him the most available area to work with. Her pulse was racing as she felt his fingers leave her skin. "Thank you," she heard herself mumble.

"You're welcome," He turned her around to face him. "Is there anything else you need?" He murmured huskily. His eyes were pools of lust. She was sure hers reflected the same. Phillip brought his hand up and caressed her cheek.

"Two lemonades and waters?" Came a voice from the open curtains. It was the cabana boy. Probably no older than eighteen, the young man realized he walked in at the wrong time. Embarrassment and curiosity was clearly written on his face.

"Yes," Kate pulled away from Phillip. "Thank you." She pulled a few dollars from her bag and handed them to the young man.

"Charge the tab to room 4722." Phillip interjected.

"What? No, no. That's not nec—." She shook her head a bit until he interrupted her.

"We, darling, are on a date. Room 4722. And charge the cost for this cabana, too." He put an arm across her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

"What?" She couldn't believe it. No one paid for anything for her. She had the resources to afford it. "Okay, he can take the drinks but the cabana is my treat."

"It's okay, mate. Don't listen to her. She's a bit of a feminist." The cabana boy chuckled a bit at the display before saying his farewells and walking away.

"I can't believe you! You could have paid for the drinks... but the cabana? It's my cabana. We are all on vacation here."

"That's okay." He turned to her. "You'll find a way to pay me back. Maybe I'll let you buy me food. And I did let you cover his tip."

"I'm not used to being spoiled... Don't spoil me! And, for the record, I'm not a feminist." She dropped down on the nearest loveseat. "You suck."

He chuckled, looking completely amused. "It started sprinkling even though the sun was still out. I'm not sure if you noticed. That's why I came indoors." Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and a burst of rain. He hurried to close the curtain before the rain water would start coming in. He sat down in the seat next to her.

"You weren't kidding," she yelped as another clap of thunder shook the cabana. Unintentionally, she moved closer to him. He draped an arm behind her seat.

"Are you scared of thunder?" He asked as he tried sneaking closer. "Aren't you old for that?"

"Um... a little." She admitted sheepishly. "I have this odd paranoia that I'll get struck by lightning."

"Don't be too embarrassed." He let his arm wrap around her shoulder.

As nice as his warm arm felt around her, and comforting as it was, she knew she couldn't let this date get too physical. She wanted to get to know him. That was all. Liar... you want him to do all sorts of things. Don't play coy, her consciousness accused. "Are you thirsty?" She stood to grab both lemonades, "Here." She gave an innocent smile as she handed him the still cool glass.

"Thanks," He took a sip as she sat down next to him, a little farther than before. He grimaced into his glass. How I get her close to me again? He placed his glass on the coffee table in front of them. She soon did the same.

The storm kept on. The rain landed heavy on the tented roof; thunder clapped again, she instinctively jumped with a squeal landing practically on top of him. Thank you, god! He brought his arm around her shoulders again pulling her closer this time. He felt her relax as her head rested on his bare shoulder. In the midst of her comprehending that this lightning strike didn't harm her, his fingers guided her chin to him and his lips meet hers.

There was definitely reason to fear the lightning now. Not because the storm was worsening outside but because there was now a storm inside the cabana between them. Kate gladly returned the kiss as if it was something she was denying herself since last night. Her hand came to his cheek, caressing him while his right hand went down her arm to her bare waist. He urged her to him, seeing her lift and sit across his lap with one leg on each side. He brought his hands to her lower back slowly dropping them down to caress her voluptuous bottom.

They kissed deeply. He could see her becoming aroused. Her nipples poked through the thin material of her bikini bra. He trailed his kissed down her neck as her breaths became erratic. He watched her guide her hands over his bare chest to wrap themselves around the back of his neck.

He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. She could feel his hardness below her now wet panties. Kate could feel his warm fingers around her bottom. They were so warm; they felt as if they were on fire, marking her skin as he touched her.

"Kate," he moaned as she bit his bottom lip. His fingers climbed up on her sun-block- covered skin to the lower tie of her bikini bra. She thought he was going to remove it from her and was ready to stop him but he didn't. His hands had instead quickly moved forward to mold themselves over her two soft mounds on her chest. "Just like I imagined." His fingers teased her hard nipples through her bra. Kate moaned from his ministrations.

Suddenly, his fingers pulled her left cup aside and revealed her pale breast to the warm summer's air. He quickly brought his mouth to her pink nipple suckling gently as he gazed at her lustful expression.

Kate was in heaven. Nothing could deter her from enjoying his efforts. How could she even think about stopping him when all she wanted was this? He began to suck harder pulling her nipple into his mouth and turning it into a hard point. His arm wrapped around her lower back as he used his other hand to expose her other breast. They were soft and round. A perfect fit for his hands. He could hear her moaning. Little ones at first but then began to become louder as he progressed to her other breast.

"Phillip," She moaned.

"Call me Phil. Let me hear it on your lips." He said as he stuck his hand down over panties and grabbed her bottom.

"Phil," She moaned.

"You like this, don't you? You like me?" He said as he kissed her neck and collarbone. "Do you like it when I do this?" He reached below her spread legs and stuck his hand in the front side of her panties. There. He pushed two fingers alongside her entrance to gather moisture and then brought them to her nub of pleasure.

She threw her head back as he rubbed his finger in a circle around her little nub. "Oh," she began as he turned her to lie on the couch beside him. He pulled his hand away only to caress her breasts again. With her head in a cloud of lust, he kissed down her belly and mound using his fingers to pull the material aside and expose her core.

"Beautiful," he murmured before drove in for a feast.

Kate didn't know what hit her. She was enjoying everything more than she should but some annoying part of her psyche was still determined to stop him. She didn't want to have sex with him now. They practically just met! But then he used his tongue to tickle one of her most sensitive spots on her body and she lost all determination. This was much better. It's been what? Almost a year since I've had sex?

She felt him stick his tongue inside of her before replacing it with his fingers. He brought his tongue back to her clit and began using the large plane of his tongue to stimulate her. She grabbed his dark locks with her hand and pulled. She didn't even know where she was anymore.

He added another finger inside of her and began thrusting them in and out, in and out. She knew she wanted another part of him. She wanted his body. Him. All of him. She wanted him thrusting his meat deep inside her like Tarzan; she wanted him to kiss her, to pin her down and outright fuck her.

At this rate, you're going to get your brains fucked out for sure, her consciousness chimed in. He must think you're an easy girl now. Good job.

And with the thought, she realized he was taking advantage of just that. He had pulled down his trunks without her even noticing. All of him was exposed, but from her angle she was only able to see the curve of his bare bottom.

With the cloud of lust leaving her, she pushed at his shoulders. "Wait, Phil, this is going too fast."

His kissed her inner thigh. "You haven't finished yet."

"That's okay. We don't need to screw. Not today." She heaved as she sat up on her elbows, concerned.

He sat back on his heels and realized just exactly what almost happened. He ran his fingers through his hair as he felt like one of the biggest idiots on Earth. How could you possibly think she would be like the rest of your conquests? "Pardon, Kate. I don't want you to think poorly of me, but I can't lie to you. I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone else. And now that I've tasted you, I know you want me, too." He wiped his hand across his mouth gathering her moisture and sucked his fingers dry. Standing up proud with his impressive erection high, he pulled up his pool trunks while she adjusted her bathing suit.

"Phillip," She started as he began to make his way to the curtain shielding them from their moments of lust. He turned over to see her by the closet grabbing her items and readying to leave. She seemed determined to deter him from what they both wanted. He could see it in her eyes. "This can't happen again. I'm not that kind of girl, and I don't want to lead you on. Please understand—"

"—I understand, Kate. But know that this is not over. We are not over. And even once you join me, one time will not be enough for us. You have something that no one else has shown before. Don't expect me to let you go so easily. And don't be surprised if you find me hunting you down." He sighed as her heard her silence and opened the curtains to reveal a not-so-much-better day. It was dark and windy. Kind of looking the exact way he felt. The rolling thunder resembled the rolling ache in his loins; the lightning, his frustration; and the rain, his aching sex crying for not having the release he clearly wanted. He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on while he threw his towel over his shoulder and calmly walked out of the cabana before he succumbed to the urge to throw her over his shoulder and finish what they started in his room.

For the next several days, Phillip was in emotional turmoil. He kept on trying to isolate Kate because he needed to talk to her. He really needed to know that she was okay, but, honestly, he admitted to himself that he just missed her. And the damn woman was avoiding him at every turn. She wouldn't sit next to him at any of the group meals and was never alone. It wasn't even about sex anymore. He just wanted her company. He felt as if he connected with her much deeper than with anyone else. She was better than a one night stand, anyway. He was sure that once he did have her, there was no going back. She would haunt him until he permanently sealed her to his side. Was it even possible to care for someone so quickly? He felt as if he was going insane. Was she doing this just to spite me? Hell, if she wants a challenge, then fine. She will get one. But she won't win the war.

With that he stood from the lounge chair, deciding that it was best to skip out on dinner altogether and have a long night's sleep.

She couldn't believe she was about to leave for dinner without her wallet.