Pete's Weekend Ch. 06

"What d'you think?" Julia asked, twisting one leg to make her dress twirl.

"Gorgeous," Pete replied, grinning. "I have to admit that when you said turquoise I was kind of sick a little bit, in my mouth."

Julia turned, grabbed a cushion from the armchair and frisbee'd it at her boyfriend.

"It looks good," Pete laughed as he dodged the throw.

"Really?"

"Yes," Pete replied as he approached her. "I promise. I just feel sorry for Diana, that's all."

"Why because she's marrying your brother?" Julia nodded seriously.

"No, well yeah, but more because everyone is going to be looking at you."

Pete slipped his arms around Julia's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at her in the mirror as she looked herself up and down.

"She must actually like you, I mean to put you in a bridesmaid's dress that isn't hideous. I kind of thought that was the point of bridesmaids: to make the bride look better by comparison?" Pete smirked.

"Pete, she's my oldest friend, we chose the dresses together."

Pete thought back to the previous weekend, he knew exactly how close Julia and her oldest friend were. He hadn't plucked up the courage to mention what he'd witnessed, he'd wanted to but he had no idea if she'd be mad at him for spying. He knew he was on to a good thing with her and didn't fancy jeopardising it.

"Don't you think it's a little tight though?" Julia sighed, frowning at herself as she adjusted the bodice.

Pete sighed and bit his tongue as his first response froze in his throat. He counted to three in his head and smiled.

"You haven't put on weight," he reassured her, "we went over this two days ago, you're perfect."

In truth he had realised she was right when she'd asked him flat out if he thought she'd got bigger, but he didn't mind, it just meant all her clothes had got a little tighter which in turn just meant more of her on show for him. There was no way he was going to tell her what he really thought, he may not be the most experienced guy in the world but he wasn't an idiot either.

Julia cupped her breasts through the dress and smiled back at her boyfriend. Her conscience screaming at her.

"There's something I wanted to say," she said, her eyes leaving his quickly.

"What is it?" Pete asked, one arm rising up under her breasts and the other hand flat on her stomach.

Julia realised she'd hesitated too long.

"I'm sorry Andrew didn't ask you to be his best man," she sighed, scolding herself for chickening out.

"Haha, is that all?" Pete laughed, "I couldn't care less about that, it just means I get to spend more time with you," he turned his head and pecked her cheek. "And around the other bridesmaids too," he whispered, his fingers darting up to tickle under her arms as he stepped backwards and dodged her jab to his ribs.

Julia tried to look indignant at her boyfriend's admission that he'd been checking out the other women but she couldn't help laughing. He wasn't the only one, she'd particularly enjoyed the day Diana had taken her and the others out to try dresses on. Diana had picked up on her lingering gaze, asking her to come in to the dressing room under some false pretence and treating her to quick, almost silent, bout of tonguing and fingering while the others waited just outside the unlocked door.

Julia grunted as the memory was shattered by Pete throwing the cushion back at her.

"Fuck Pete," she snapped, realising at once she'd over-reacted, "watch the dress," she frowned, hoping she'd covered well enough.

"Sorry," Pete sighed, his forehead furrowing as he turned away.

She'd have to tell him sooner or later, their relationship was always on the physical side and it wasn't like she could let him keep bending her over the kitchen table like he did. Besides, he'd definitely start to notice soon. Later, she promised herself, they'd get through the day first, no point in possibly causing a break-up right before an event neither of them could get out of. Also, it'd ruin Diana's big day if the news went badly... and steal her thunder if it went well. She should definitely wait then. She nodded to herself in the mirror, happy to have come to a final decision.

"I should be getting back to Diana," she said happily as she turned back to Pete sitting on the bed. "I told her I'd only be five minutes while I showed you the dress."

"Oh, OK," Pete nodded neutrally.

Julia appeared to be her usual happy self again now, but the way she'd snapped was odd. Was she pissed that it was Diana getting married and not her, or that Diana was marrying Andrew who was, by general consensus, a dick? Or maybe she thought that Diana was now officially off the menu. He shrugged to himself, who knew how her mind worked?

Julia bent down and kissed his forehead.

"I'll see you downstairs, all right?" she smiled, lingering a little longer as she caught him looking down at her cleavage.

She grinned to herself as she headed for the door.

"Wait," Pete said, suddenly on his feet.

Julia turned.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Can I come too, to get a quick look at Diana's dress?" he grinned.

"They're already all dressed, you know that, right?" Julia laughed, "you're not going to walk in on a group of girls in their underwear."

"I know," Pete sighed, "I just want to see what the dress looks like."

"OK, come on then," Julia laughed, holding the door open for him and closing it as she left. "But no touching!" she said sternly.

*

Diana turned as her mother opened the door to let Julia back in.

"Pete wanted to see your dress quickly," Julia apologised.

"What d'you think Pete?" Diana asked.

"Wow," Pete replied, "that's- Andrew doesn't deserve you."

He felt himself twitch in his suit, picturing Julia and Diana doing exactly what they had last weekend, but wearing the dresses they were now. He wondered how the other bridesmaids weren't pulling Diana's dress off her and descending in to a lesbian frenzy on the floor.

"OK, you can shut your mouth now," Julia hissed, her hand on his chest as she pushed him backwards out the door.

*

Pete strolled out through the lobby of the hotel, his shoes tapping on the marble floor. There was a chapel in the hotel grounds, big enough for a congregation of a couple of hundred.Pete guessed it'd probably been there since before the hotel was built. Guests were dotted along the gravel path from the hotel to the chapel and a highly polished car waited to drive Diana the short distance. Pete put his hands in his pockets and began walking, making a note to avoid anyone he recognised as a relative who'd corner him and talk incessantly about how wonderful Andrew was.

Inside the chapel he found himself a seat a little behind his parents and sat, nodding a hello to the elderly couple who promptly sat beside him. They were vaguely familiar and after the initial greeting and explanation of who he was they appeared to be quite content to leave him alone, which was perfect just so long as-

"Peter! Good to see you, I hear you're working for the government now."

Pete turned in his pew and forced a smile at his great uncle.

"Uncle Horace," he said, "it's good to see you, where's auntie?"

"Huh, the old bag's around here somewhere, probably talking the ear off some poor sod, what," Horace snorted. "So, this government thing-"

"It's not really government work," Pete replied, shaking his head seriously.

"Oh, right, need-to-know and all that," Horace whispered. "You can count on me, mum's the word."

He tapped the side of his bulbous red nose and winked.

"Thank you," Pete said quietly, turning back to face the front.

"Still, good to know there's someone in the family doing his bit to fight the damn-"

"Uncle, please," Pete said quickly, turning back to him, "not so loud."

"Oh, right, yes, right you are. Is there a bar in here d'you think?" Horace looked around. "Oh bugger, the wife's spotted me."

Pete looked over Horace's head as he ducked, seeing his great aunt charging down the aisle like a galleon under full sail.

"Percy," she cried as she saw him, pushing her way along the pew to lean over her husband and kiss her nephew.

"It's Peter you damn fool," Horace snorted, "mad woman can't remember a thing, what," he hissed to Pete. "Hello, who is this fine young woman?" he went on, his eyes widening as he looked over Pete's shoulder.

Pete turned and saw Julia trying to walk quickly and respectfully in heels across the uneven stone floor along the cloisters.

"Pete," she hissed, "Pete!"

"What are you doing here?" Pete asked, "aren't you meant to be-"

"Come here," she said, grabbing the sleeve of his suit and pulling him off the end of the pew as she flashed a smile at the bewildered expressions of Horace and his wife.

"What is it?" Pete hissed as she led him away towards the front of the chapel, very aware that a lot of eyes were almost certainly following them.

"I need your help with something," Julia replied loudly enough for the front few rows to hear.

Pete turned and saw his parents staring at him and Julia.

"Why didn't you say so?" he replied and followed her out of sight through an arched doorway.

Julia stopped in a small room, bare stone reaching up above them to a bizarre vaulted ceiling.

"Well?" Pete asked.

Julia bit her lip and tapped her manicured nails impatiently on the wall.

"Fuck it," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Pete asked. "You're being weird today."

"It's nothing," Julia sighed, "just... no, nothing."

Pete turned to leave.

"Wait!" she barked, her arm darting out and grabbing his.

She pulled him back, close to herself, his hand automatically reaching out and leaning his weight against the wall behind her. Her eyes looked up in to his, their mouths both panting, his with the shock of being moved so violently, her's with trepidation.

"I, er, I'm... Damnit this shouldn't be so hard," she sighed, closing her eyes. "I, love you," she shrugged, tears welling up in her eyes.

Pete smiled, then chuckled as he let one hand fall to Julia's waist and pull her away from the wall and in to his arms.

"Is that all?" he grinned to himself, "I love you too."

"Really?" Julia asked, pushing him back and looking in to his eyes again.

"Of course," Pete nodded happily.

"No matter what?" Julia sniffed.

"No matter what," Pete laughed.

Julia's hand turned on his chest, her fingers closing on his buttoned shirt and yanking him closer.

"Thank you," she whispered as their bodies pressed together again.

Pete tilted his head and kissed below his girlfriend's ear. She turned her face to his and flicked her eyes up from his mouth then back down again, softly pressing her lips to his.

"You're perfect," she breathed, her lips parting and parting his in turn.

Pete returned the kiss, dipping his tongue in to Julia's mouth, his hands tightening on her hips as the kiss grew insistent.

"How long's the ceremony?" Pete asked as Julia trailed her tongue over the stubble on his throat.

"Two hours," she sighed, her fingers on his belt.

"Two hours?" Pete gasped, moving back to look at her and judge if she was joking. "You're serious?"

Julia nodded and pulled him closer again, letting his body pin her's to the wall.

"I can't wait two hours," he groaned.

"Me neither," Julia replied, her words urgent as she moved her mouth back to his and bit his bottom lip. "I want you now."

Her hands made short work of his belt, letting his trousers pool around his feet.

"If you make one stain on this dress," she warned as she pushed him back a few steps and hitched the material up around her waist, "one stain, and we're both dead."

Pete grinned and moved in closer, pulling his cock out of his shorts. Julia's stern expression melted to one of happy desire as he grabbed one of her wrists and pinned it against the rough masonry above her head.

"No underwear?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You were going to get it at some point today, and with such a long dress panties were just unnecessary and were going to be a hindrance," Julia giggled briefly before straightening her expression again. "Every drop has to go in me," she groaned as his mouth caressed the side of her neck.

"I promise," Pete whispered.

With a jolt of his hips he sheathed himself in his girlfriend, both of them gasping with mutual pleasure.

"Uh, that's good," Pete grinned.

"I've never done it in a church before," Julia hissed huskily before biting his earlobe. "It feels bad, in a good way."

Pete thrust again.

"Mm, Petey, in such a good way," she groaned, grabbing his hair and turning his head to kiss him again.

"Shh," Pete hissed, "someone'll hear us."

The congregated friends and family were out of sight but the hum of conversation was still clearly audible.

"They'd just be jealous," Julia smirked.

"Maybe we should ask if they want to join us," Pete joked, adjusting his grip on Julia's thigh as he lifted her right leg.

"Haha, yeah, is that what you were planning with that old couple?" Julia teased.

Pete shook his head and frowned at his girlfriend.

"Come on," she murmured, "fuck me like a bad girl."

Pete released her wrist above her head and took a hold of her butt in both hands, lifting her clean off the ground and guiding her legs around his waist.

"Uh fuck!" Julia gasped as gravity forced her down on to him, his girth stretching her wide open. "Who did you have in mind then?" she asked, "if not a pair of octogenarians?"

"I was kidding," Pete winced.

"You wouldn't fancy a threesome with one of the other bridesmaids then?" Julia whispered in his ear.

Pete felt his cock swell and twitch violently inside Julia's hot pussy.

"Haha," he laughed, hoping to cover the obvious lust flaring in his eyes, "yeah, or Diana perhaps," he replied, trying to stick out his tongue but finding his mouth refusing to cooperate as Julia clenched her muscles around him.

"You're still on about that?" Julia groaned, "it was years ago and it's never going to happen Pete."

Pete pulled back and thrust harder in to Julia, making her stifle a yelp. He didn't mind being told 'no' but the way Julia could act like there was nothing between her and Diana made him feel as if he was being made a fool of.

Julia pulled a fistful of Pete's hair and forced her tongue in to his mouth as she yanked his head backwards. She squirmed on the hard invasion in her body, picturing Diana rounding the corner and catching them. God, she so badly wanted Diana and Pete at the same time, but how would Diana react to the suggestion and how would she explain to Pete that not only had she had a change of heart, but that they'd already slipped back in to the delicious lesbian affair they'd left behind so many years ago? It just didn't seem possible to raise the subject seriously without one of them getting hurt, besides, in her current state-

"Oh God Petey, yes, fuck me like that," she grunted through clenched teeth.

"You're so good," Pete shuddered, his climax boiling up from his balls.

"Nuh-uh," Julia shook her head, "I'm bad, I'm so bad. I'm your bad, bad girl and I need to be punished... harder, deeper, Oh fuck Pete, please? Please, punish me."

Pete wanted to rip Julia's dress down and bury his face between her tits, he didn't care about the wedding, he didn't care about whether or not his girlfriend was sleeping with his soon-to-be sister-in-law. The past and future were completely irrelevant as he furiously pumped himself in and out of the tight confines of Julia's hot, wet pussy, their bodies quietly slapping together.

Julia's fingers interlocked on the back of Pete's head, his hot breath coming in waves and washing over the exposed skin of her chest and visibly moving the draped chiffon detail the hung across one shoulder.

"I'm gonna- uh God, I'm..." Pete grunted, looking up in to her hungry eyes.

"In me," Julia reminded him, lowering her head to his shoulder and feeling his stubble rub against her jaw. "Come on Petey," she whispered, "fill my cunt with your hot cum."

"Oh God, yes, ugh, fu-uh-,"

"That's it baby," Julia purred, the last syllables catching in her throat.

"Ugh, oh fuck!" Pete cried.

Julia felt him pulse inside her as she turned her head and kissed his earlobe.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Fuck, uh, here it," Pete gasped, "what!?" he tipped his head back and looked up at her face.

Julia bit her lip and nodded, smiling hopefully. With another deep grunt Pete erupted inside her, his head falling forwards as his fingers tightened in the soft flesh of his girlfriend's thighs. She felt him pour himself in to her, his body frozen to the spot momentarily before he gave another shallow thrust and fired another barrage of his creamy cum deep inside her.

"I said I'm pregnant," she panted as he descended from his orgasm.

Pete let Julia lower her legs to the ground, her dress falling to cover her once more. He breathed heavily, leaning one hand up on the stone wall and letting it take his weight. Julia stood beside him, half guilty at springing the news on him and half mad that he hadn't reacted yet.

"Julia!" a female voice yelled, echoing around the chapel. "Julia where the hell are you?"

Julia ducked her head out through the arch and then returned.

"Shit, I have to go, it looks like we're on." She bent down slightly and looked up at Pete's face staring at the ground. "Sorry," she said, "we need to talk, I-" she looked back out through the arch, "I, we, just not right now, sorry, it was a stupid moment. Sorry. I'll see you later, OK?"

Pete raised his head and turned to her as she stood by the archway.

"What, er, yeah, sure. Sure," he nodded, smiling unconvincingly.

Julia returned to the chapel, hurrying as best she could, her heels rattling on the stones. She tried to bury the doubts that were screaming at her and the little voice that was telling her how stupid she'd been.

Pete breathed slowly, shutting his eyes tight and then opening them wide. Eventually he straightened up and crouched to pull his trousers back up and buckle his belt. He gave himself a moment and smoothed out his suit, then squared his shoulders and walked confidently back out, returning his parents' stare as he passed them, returning to his pew and turning to his great uncle.

"Sorry old man, I've searched every inch of this place and I'm damned if I can find a bar anywhere in here." He grinned, his eyes meeting Horace's, knowing that everyone within earshot was staring at them.

"Not to worry Peter," Horace replied in a whisper, "always got my own, just in case, what." He winked and reached in to his jacket pocket, taking out a flask and knocking it back. "Fancy a quick snifter yourself?" he offered.

"Don't mind if I do," Pete grinned, accepting the flask and sucking back on the fiery liquid that sloshed on to his tongue. "I needed that," he replied as he handed the flask back.

"Don't we all?" Horace grinned, nodding sideways at his wife and taking another pull.

Pete chuckled and turned back to the front.

*

Pete didn't manage to catch up with Julia until the crowd had eddied its way back up to the hotel. The two hours hadn't registered in his mind at all, on more than one occasion great uncle Horace had subtly tapped him on the shoulder as everyone around him rose to their feet.

The reception was being held in some huge ballroom but as it was sunny weather the doors were all wide open and a lot of guests were milling around outside. He entered the ballroom from the inside of the hotel, scanning the crowd, hoping to God that no one would want to talk to him. He had to talk to Julia. He spotted her just outside the far door and ducked and weaved his way across the floor, whipping a glass out of her hand and placing it on a passing tray in a single fluid movement, then taking her forearm and swirling her gently but insistently back in through the doorway.