Chapter 35: Couples
The next morning, I woke to the sounds of breakfast being assembled, my arms full of Kaitlyn. She was my radiant little spoon, my arm draped over her flank, my hand cupping a soft nubile breast, my upper thigh interlaced with both of hers, my morning wood nestled in her gluteal softnesses. And she’d agreed to marry me! I stood a good chance of waking up like this many more times in this lifetime. Praise Ritchie!
I opened my eyes. Everyone I could see moving about in the wash was still nude, despite the coolness of the morning.
Then I realized what that meant: the tent door flap was still open from last night! We’d fallen asleep with it still unzipped! My grip on Kaitlyn’s lower breast tensed, waking her as well, but she didn’t startle, just put a soft hand over mine, holding me to her.
I assume several people enjoyed the display we made, like some kind of postcoital diorama. Won’t see that one at the museum, kids!
“Good morning, showgirl,” I said, kissing her neck.
She snuggled back into me, grinding into my morning wood, nestled between her soft relaxed buttocks. “Diddle me, Davie. Right here, right now.”
I said not a word, just began rocking my thigh between hers, frotting her labia as I worked my lower arm around her toned waist, now grabbing the upper breast, my arms crossed across her chest in a snug embrace. I squeezed her with my forearms, fiddled with her nipples a bit, and kissed her neck again higher up, working my way slowly up to her ears.
As she began to squirm and breathe more heavily, I slid my upper hand slowly down from her lower breast, down her muscled belly, and down into her crotch and began rubbing her off as I kissed, nibbled, and tongued her ear.
Kaitlyn tried to remain quiet, but we caught everyone’s attention eventually. They all kept their distance, but they also all glanced over at us more often than purely casual interest would demand. Kaitlyn eventually gave up on decorum and came loudly. She had once again laid claim upon me.
“Your turn?” she offered, once the afterglow had subsided and the gazes had returned to breakfast preparation.
“No, you’re the exhibitionist, not me. Besides, I enjoyed that plenty. And wouldn’t you know it, some gorgeous creature just boned me cross-eyed last night, so I think I’ll be fine for a while.” I kissed her neck again, earning a wonderful squirm.
“I suppose we’d better get up, then,” she said, regretfully.
“I want to hold you a while longer,” I whispered to her.
“And also get rid of that morning wood, no doubt!” she laughed quietly.
“Yes, that, too, though that project will complete quicker if you stop reminding me of it,” I scolded.
She just ground her butt into me again, and I could see her cheek pulled back into a wicked grin, so I nibbled at her ear in revenge.
“Ah, Davie, you’re going to get me wound up again,” she complained.
“Fair’s fair.”
About ten minutes later, I’d lost the erection, and it was becoming clear we’d miss the first pass at breakfast if we stayed in the tent, so we both got up and went out to join my new family.
“It looks like we have a third garden to keep on top of, Davie,” Kaitlyn told me, looking around at the lusher foliage surrounding our camping spot.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked playfully.
“I just don’t know how we will eeever find the time,” she whined comically.
“We’ll find a way to fit it in,” I replied stoically.
“You never have trouble fitting it in,” she teased.
“Careful. You’re going to wake up Mr. Happy again,” I warned her, with a smile.
She just reached down and grabbed my faithful companion and gave him a squeeze, wrenching a groan from me. I had to dive for a trance to bring things back under control. Kaitlyn smirked at me evilly.
At breakfast, Kaitlyn’s parents, Sherry, and Jasper gave us both a lot of smiles, but said nothing.
It was Allison, never one to govern her tongue very strongly, who breached the subject we six had been thinking about. “Was anyone else horny last night? I sure was!”
Mama Mary was somewhat shocked by this topic opener. “Allison!”
“I’m 21, mom, and I brought my boyfriend with me. Do you suppose I did nothing about it last night?” she said challengingly.
Kaitlyn just started laughing, and that started the rest of us off. I gave her a “You go girl!” fist pump. She bowed back at me, accepting.
Sherry was the next domino to fall: “I had the best sex of my life last night; no exaggeration.” Everyone looked impressed at that, especially when they saw Jasper blushing, until she added, “Although I’m pretty sure we came in second place last night,” looking right at Kaitlyn and I.
We stayed mum, but Ramón said in his laconic way, “I’m pret’ sure you’re right, missy.” He then squeezed his wife, who smiled coquettishly over her shoulder at him.
“How about it, Miguelito?” Allison said, spurring the conversation on. “How was your night?”
Her big brother said nothing, but he picked his wife up from her seat beside him, spun her around and sat her down on his lap and buried his face into her amazing model’s breasts. She laughed and slapped playfully at him, “Stop that, Miguel!” He ignored her, and we all smiled at them.
Vin and Jess stayed mum, and no one pressed them. I don’t know what the others’ motives were, but I knew I wouldn’t lay odds on them having done anything more than sleep together last night — just sleep! — either way. On the one hand, they were getting along well the last time I noticed them, and they’re both quite young and filled with hormones, but on the other, they’re both terribly shy and just met each other yesterday. Well, I figured I’d learn the answer eventually.
Kaitlyn’s mother changed the subject, “Isn’t it a lovely camping spot? I didn’t notice that it was this green yesterday.”
“Morning light?” offered Jess. I didn’t know if she was trying to deflect thoughts about what she and Vin had or had not done last night, or if she was injecting her photographic expertise into the topic. Probably both, I decided.
As breakfast was clearing up, Sherry asked, “I don’t remember you applying for any vacation time, Kaitlyn. You two aren’t going on a honeymoon?”
“A brief one,” my wife — my wife! — answered. “We kind of had one already last month. It wasn’t all business up in Salt Lake, you know,” she said with her mouth quirked in a smile.
“Yeah,” answered Sherry, “and I’ve got an autographed photo to prove it!”
“Yeah, well,” she said with a modest smile, eyes downcast, toe aimlessly making tracks in the sand. “We’ll be taking off right after the public reception on Friday and spending the weekend down at Lake Powell. That’ll be the rest of our honeymoon.”
I just kissed her ear and smiled, letting everyone know I was fine with this.
“I’ll be more than happy to let you leave early Friday to prep for the reception party, Kaitlyn,” offered Sherry. “I’ll even overlook a bit of tardiness on Monday if, for example, you were to stay over Sunday night and return to work after lunch on Monday?”
“Thank you, Sherry,” I began. “I’ll have to check the idea with my boss. He’ll be at the reception. All of you are welcome to come to that, too, by the way,” I said, looking around at the rest of the wedding guests.
“Hey, how about you two open your gifts?” piped up Allison. “I want to see them!”
Kaitlyn looked at me, I nodded, she said, “All right,” and then she got up and lifted the towel we’d thrown over them in case of wind last night.
Sherry and Jasper had gotten the two of us new smartphone cases, both in Adam West Batman style. We shared a secret smile with Officer Poulsen, but when we looked at Sherry, she just said, “Jasper said I had to give you that, Kaitlyn. He wouldn’t tell me why.”
“It’s perfect,” she replied with a smile.
We were grabbing the gifts roughly in the order they’d been put on the table, so we next found a pair tied together with a single ribbon, marked “Allison & Joss.”
The smaller of the two contained a blister pack displaying three dice, one giving a sexy verb, one giving a location inside the house, and a third naming a body part. The idea was to roll combinations like “lick your partner’s feet in the bathroom.” I silently thought we wouldn’t need help coming up with ideas for sexy fun times, but Kaitlyn thanked her sister for the gift anyway.
“That one’s from Joss,” Allison replied. Then she started bouncing on her seat and said, “Now open mine!”
Kaitlyn handed it to me. It was about the size of a shoebox, and on opening it, I found that it was indeed a shoebox.
“Shoes?” I guessed.
“No, open it!” insisted Allison.
Inside, I found two long objects wrapped in tissue paper. I showed the arrangement around to those assembled, smiling and repeating, “Shoes?”
Allison crossed her arms and huffed a bit, so I pulled the paper aside and found two insulated bike water bottles, one painted bright yellow with an orange and black design on the front surrounding one word: “Kaitlyn.” It matched her bicycling outfits perfectly. The other was black with an orange swoosh across it, with “Davie” in yellow-bordered black letters atop the design, matching my current favorite bike shorts. The bottles were nice high-end ones, customized for us, matching each other.
“They’re beautiful,” I breathed. “Perfect,” I added.
“Think of me while sipping hot tea at a traffic light on a winter commute,” she replied.
“I will,” I said. Kaitlyn was more expressive, gathering her sister into a warm hug.
Next up was a smallish clanky box from Miguel and Carmen. I opened it and found the buckle side of a new set of seat belts for my FJ.
“What’s that?” asked Mary.
I realized that this was Miguel being clever. He wished to slide in under our “token gift” limitation in the name of his sister’s safety, so he’d wrapped the smallest parts from a 3-point seat belt kit designed as a replacement for the old-school 2-point belts that had come with the truck.
Miguel indirectly confirmed this in answer to his mother. “They’re replacements for some worn parts in Davie’s truck.” He turned to me and said, “Bring that box by the shop any time, and I’ll put them in for you.” I knew he meant that he had the rest of the belt system at the shop.
“Thank you, Miguel,” I said with a low seated bow. “It is very, very thoughtful of you.” Thoughtful indeed: we’d be thinking of him every time we clicked ourselves in.
The next box was heavier and clankier. It was from Jess. Kaitlyn opened it and found two new bicycle locks.
Jess explained, “Those are as close to un-pickable as it gets. Ask me how I know.”
I smiled at her in acknowledgement. I didn’t have to ask. A lot of computer security people are fascinated by topics in physical security as well. Jess picked locks as a hobby, and occasionally it helped in her professional work: there’s no point focusing on Internet security if someone can gain access to your “secure” system simply by walking up and using it directly, as JRE found out to their cost recently.
Next on the table was a large but lightweight box from Vin. I handed it to Kaitlyn to open. Inside was an assortment of lights and reflectors for our bikes.
Vin spoke up as soon as she opened the box, “If drivers can’t see you with this stuff on your bikes, it can only be because their eyes are closed!”
That left the final gift, one from Mama & Papa Gutierrez. It was my turn, so I opened the end of the box, looked inside, then closed it right back up and said, “Thank you, Mary! I know just how to use this.”
“What is it?” demanded Allison, and Kaitlyn looked annoyed at being beaten to the question.
“I’m not telling,” I said as I got up and took it to the FJ, sliding it into an ammo can I’d repainted to match the truck, kept behind the seat to hold a bare-essentials tool kit for the truck.
Mary smiled broadly back at me as I walked back, and I thought I saw a quirk of a grin from Ramón as well.
We spent the rest of the day continuing as we’d started the day before: couples casual nudism, sunning and playing in the desert, the group of us now thoroughly bonded to each other. I was legally part of the Gutierrez family now, but Jasper, Sherry, and Jess were now as good as family members to us as well.
As evening was rolling up on us, and we began to pack our things up and contemplate dressing again, Kaitlyn said, “Thank you all for coming. This has just been wonderful!”
It was Carmen who replied first: “Best wedding ever!”
I knew that if we’d won reticent and shy Carmen over, we must have done something right.
Kaitlyn must have agreed, because she announced with the sunset in her hair, lighting it up like a halo, “Lube up! Group hug time again!”
And we all did.