So there’s this guy I used to know. We had some mutual friends, so we struck up a friendship. Because of our busy lives at the time, our friendship was mostly online, and it quickly became sexual in nature. We had a lot of fun together, never physical in person, but eventually it fizzled out as we went on to new chapters of our lives. I sometimes still think of him because of that thrilling feeling I got when I logged on and saw he was there and knew we’d be having some fun for the next couple of hours. I’d often wonder if he still thinks of me.

My friend Stacy got married this September. September weddings can be tricky weather-wise in the northeast United States. It could be sweltering or freezing. It was tough to pick out clothing in advance, but I wanted to look sexy af for this event. I had no idea who would be there, but even if I didn’t find anyone to spend the night with, I wanted to leave some tongues wagging. I decided to treat myself to some lingerie. Red or black were too run-of-the-mill, so I opted for purple, and I found a lacy shelf bra, thong, garter belt, and stockings. For the bra, I had the option of full coverage, partial coverage, or barely any coverage. I opted for partial, which meant that the underside of my breast was supported, but my nipples were on full display when wearing the bra. If I undressed in front of anyone, I delighted in imagining their surprise. The thong was lacy in the front and just a thing string in the back. The garter belt came up to my navel, and the lace nicely framed the front of my panties. The stockings came to mid-thigh, where they connected to the strings from the garter belt. They had about three inches of lace on the top and then were sheer the rest of the way down my leg. Now I needed a dress. I ended up finding the perfect thing. It was form-fitting with a strap over one shoulder and a strapless second shoulder, which also nicely showed off my chest on one side. It appeared sheer from far away, looking like I was nude under some bunched-up black gauze. The skirt came to just below the top of my stockings. When I tried on everything together, I noticed that my nipples showed quite nicely through my dress, further adding to the illusion that I was nude under the gauze. This would do nicely. I just needed a black heel, and I was ready!

The day of the wedding, I got dressed and headed to the church. It turned out to be a chilly September day, so I was able to wear my coat into the church. I kept my coat on for warmth, but I did unbutton it while I was seated. The ceremony was lovely and thankfully short! We all headed outside to greet the happy couple as they exited. Bundled up outside waiting, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and warm breath close to my ear.

“Your dress is driving me crazy, and I haven’t even seen the whole thing yet.”

I turned to see none other than Kent, my one-time internet friend! What a thrill to see him in the flesh! We laughed and shared an embrace.

“You’re friends with Stacy?,” I asked.

“Jeremy.”

“Ah. What a small world. It’s so good to see you.”

“You, too. Are you here alone?”

“I am. Flying solo these days. You?”

“I’m actually here with someone.”

Sadness and disappointment.

“Where is she?,” I asked.

“She’s in the restroom. Here she comes now. Lisa, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine.”

“Hi, Lisa. It’s lovely to meet you. I hope they come out soon. I’d Love to get out of the cold! I’m going to take up a position closer to the parking lot, but I’ll see you both at the reception!”

I really just needed to get away from Kent and his date. I hadn’t admitted it to myself, but I’d been secretly hoping we shared a mutual friend and he’d show up. I just never expected him to show up with someone else. Why?!

It’s okay, though. I looked fucking spectacular. I’d get to the reception and have an amazing time and maybe even still end up going home with someone. For now, I stood off the side watching him and Lisa. Was it my imagination, or was he watching me just as much? I hope not. Lisa seems darling. But also…I kind of hope so?

I got to the hotel where the reception was, removed my coat at the coat room, and game on. Immediately, I could feel several eyes up and down my body. Perfect. This is the night I was after, so I’d just let Kent and his date roll right off my back. I could have a good time. I could probably still flirt with him. And I saw quite a few hotties out on the church lawn. It was time to find a drink. I strutted over to the bar, which was packed. There had to be a second bar. This was going to take forever. I wandered away from the reception area and into the main hotel. Perfect. There was no one there. The short line was worth me footing the bill for one drink. I stood and waited for the bartender to emerge. And then I felt someone very purposefully cup my Ass. The audacity of this son of a bitch! I turned to ream him out and was face-to-face with Kent.

An aside – had anyone else touched me, his Ass would have been handed to him, but Kent and I have this unique relationship and thus a unique understanding of what is and isn’t acceptable. Had I been there with someone, he would not have touched me. But wait, what about Lisa?

Before I could ask, his lips were on mine, and I honestly don’t even know where his hands were because I was so lost in that kiss that had been years in the making. All thoughts left my mind, and it was just his tongue and mine, and it was better than I could have imagined in all those years of online-only. He pulled back, my eyes fluttered open, but before I could ask anything, Lisa appeared next to us at the bar. “God, I hope she didn’t see that,” I thought.

We exchanged niceties, got our drinks, and headed toward the dining room. I felt disheveled. Could everyone see? I felt like I had Sex hair, but it had only been a kiss. How did just a kiss wreck me so much? All of those lusty internet feelings came flooding back, and I do mean flooding. I could feel that I’d gotten really wet. Damn it, Kent, you’ve still got it. Best to make a pit stop at the restroom before dinner.

I made my way to my seat, which just so happened to be adjacent to Kent and Lisa’s table. Better that it wasn’t the same table, I guess. Sharing my table were an older couple, a single guy around my age, and four girls around my age. They must have been Stacy’s college or high-school friends, but why the couple at this table? Oh, well. The guy in the couple was enjoying the view, but I could tell that his Wife did not care for my assets on display. Luckily, my outfit was just modest enough for my showcased nipples to look like an unexpected accident. Well done, self. Single Guy fucking loved his luck at being placed next to me. He was nice enough and kind of attractive, but I was so consumed with that kiss that I wasn’t even thinking about other options anymore. But what about Lisa? Fuck!

I decided to worry about all of that later. I had a dinner to get through before I could even explore any possibilities. So just in case, why not lay some foundations for a hookup later? Single Guy and I chatted throughout the meal. I flirted with him without being over the top. Best not to annoy the other ladies at the party by laying it on too thick. I touched Single Guy’s arm and hand while we conversed, letting him know some light touching was okay. He responded in kind, touching my arms and hands throughout the meal. We got along great with the other ladies. The one on his other side even took the same approach – lightly flirty with some friendly touching. This was gearing up to be a fun night. When plates were cleared, the usual wedding business proceeded – cake cutting, first dance, etc. When formalities were finished and everyone was invited to dance, I excused myself to use the restroom. When I returned, Single Guy and Next Seat College Girl were cutting it up on the dance floor.

“Good for her,” I thought. “Get it, girl.”

I watched them for a few minutes, sipping my drink and gearing up to hit the dance floor myself. And then, another warm breath in my ear.

“Hey, baby girl. Why don’t you take off your panties and give them to me?”

Sure enough, there was Kent sitting in Single Guy’s chair just out of my eyeline.

“Kent, what the fuck?!,” I whispered.

“I want your panties. Take them off.”

“First of all, they’re pretty damp now. I hope you’re proud of yourself. Second of all, that should probably have been number two because what the fuck about Lisa?!”

He smirked and answered, “Lisa is a work friend of mine. I wanted a plus-one, and she agreed to come along. We’re not involved, but I also don’t want to ditch her or make her feel uncomfortable, hence what looks like me sneaking around. She’s in the restroom. I think you two would actually get along great, but I don’t want her to feel like a third wheel. However, I also want to take advantage of us both being here and have a little fun. Are you game?”

He smiled at me with the winningest smile in the universe, and I was putty in his hands.

“I’m game,” I said quietly.

He leaned in close and put his hand high on my thigh and whispered, “Then take off your goddamn panties.”

“Your wish is my command, but I can’t do it here. Too many moving parts.”

I excused myself as he stared back confused and intrigued.

When I got to the restroom, I just stood leaning against the wall breathing heavily and thinking, “How could my luck be so strong? Not only is there hookup potential at this wedding, but my one-time internet lover is here and unattached?!” If I hadn’t already been wet, it would have definitely started then. But as it was, when I took off my thong, it was leaving damp spots on my hands. I balled it up in my fist, used some toilet paper to try to dry my Pussy a little, and went back out to the reception.

Kent and Lisa were sitting at their table and chatting with their neighbors. I was trying to figure out how to make this exchange when Kent caught my eye and excused himself. He motioned for me to head to the bar with him. In the bar line, I was able to pass along my panties to him without anyone seeing.

He grinned and asked, “Moving parts?”

I replied with, “How was my dress already driving you crazy at the church when I had my coat on?”

“I saw you the second you walked in. Apparently, you didn’t see me. But I enjoyed the progression of your being seated and then unbuttoning your coat. By the way, your tits look amazing.”

“Thank you. Moving parts means I had to undo several clasps to get to my panties. My intimate wear has had a serious upgrade since you saw it last on the screen.”

“Now it’s your turn to be proud of yourself. I’m finding it difficult to stay soft and presentable in public.”

It was our turn to order, so he tucked my panties into his pocket and ordered us a few G&Ts. He put his elbows on the bar and leaned on his folded hands, surreptitiously smelling them. Why was that so Hot? When our drinks came, he asked me to carry Lisa’s for her.

“I’d feel kind of bad handing her a glass with where my hands have been. By the way, how’s your Pussy feeling without its constraints?”

He guided me through the crowd with his Free hand on my Ass. His every touch was sending electricity through me. We had so much fun online, but I didn’t dare to imagine it would be this thrilling in person.

“It is still dangerously wet and yearning to be filled. I think I’m going to have to stand for the rest of the evening, thank you very much.”

He gave my Ass a little squeeze in reply as we arrived to the table.

I handed Lisa her drink and stood nearby chatting with everyone. I really was not going to sit down and risk a mark on my dress. Touché, Kent. Your request left me feeling exposed, vulnerable, wickedly turned on, and unable to hide myself behind a table, so I was better on display for everyone at the party. Since I was standing anyway, I finished my drink and announced that I was hitting the dance floor.

I shuffled over next to Single Guy and Next Seat College Girl and joined their dance circle. NSCG and I sandwiched Single Guy, so he was having the time of his life. He was not as good as Kent at taming his boner, which I’m sure both NSCG and I felt a few times. I’ll take the compliment. We all got a little grindy on the dance floor. Good thing most of the older guests left before the dancing got serious. Eventually, Kent and Lisa joined us on the dance floor. Lisa got a little grindy with Single Guy, but I guess she and Kent don’t have that kind of work relationship, so that left me Free to get a little grindy with him. I’m a little curious what everyone was thinking if they were paying any attention because his hands were all over me. He definitely enjoyed the bump of my nipples through my dress. He even gave them a pinch a few times. His hands were well-acquainted with my Ass, but I was really hoping for more. I felt like if something didn’t happen tonight, it wasn’t going to. Neither of us was interested in a relationship when we used to speak, and I doubt anything had changed on that front. But he had to take Lisa home tonight.

When a slow song started, he shouted, “Let’s go get a drink,” loud enough for everyone to hear.

We made our way toward the bar, but he pulled me past the line and out a side door. He must have seen the staff heading out there to smoke at some point. It was cold out, but we were warm from dancing, and he pulled me into his arms anyway, where I forgot about everything but the feel of him. He kissed me deeply for the second time that night as we ran our hands over each other. I felt the muscles in his back and the curve of his Ass. I longed to reach inside of his shirt, but he was tightly buttoned. He pinched my nipples and squeezed my Ass, and then he remembered that my panties were in his pocket. He pulled back and said, “Let’s see those moving parts.”

“What?”

I was finding it difficult to think. I would have done anything he asked but at the same time was so confused and wanted his tongue back in my mouth.

“Lift up your dress. I want to see this fancy new intimate apparel.”

“Kent. You know I want to show you, but not here. Come on.”

“It’s fine. No one’s around. Plus, it’s super Hot to show me here.”

“We’re in a random side alley. Anyone could come out to smoke anytime.”

“So? Didn’t you say your Pussy was yearning to be filled? Pull your dress up so I can get my fingers in there. I’m dying to feel how wet you are.”

“Fuck. I can’t argue with that.”

I pulled up my dress to about my hips. Kent ogled the little patch of hair below my garter belt. Then he pulled me to him and kissed me while he slipped two fingers inside me and made some mind-blowing “come here” motions with them. I heard the door open and slam shut, and I didn’t even care anymore. I’d been wanting him inside me somehow all night. But he also heard the slam and decided to stop. He kept me tight against him while he pulled down the back of my dress and then the front. My back was to whoever came out.

Then my jaw dropped when I heard Kent say, “Keep this quiet, and she’ll show you her Pussy.”

I leaned back and looked at him like “what the fuck?,” but he just nodded and whispered, “Do it.”

I turned around to see a kitchen prep guy in his 20s waiting eagerly to see what would happen. I don’t know what came over me, but I started pulling my dress back up. I pulled it just past my garter belt so he could see the top of it. The straps were still fastened to the tops of my stockings, and it really was a nice set, so he got a great show. And since Kent had said my “Pussy” and not my “lingerie,” I scanned the area and saw a milk crate just next to us, so I propped one foot on it and spread my bent leg so that he could really see everything. I was probably only standing like that for between five to ten seconds before Kent said, “Okay, that’s enough. Appreciate it, bro,” and pulled my dress back down. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside.

What. A. Goddamn. Thrill. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that real life with Kent would be this much better than online with Kent. My heart was racing as we popped back into the reception area. It looked like a lot fewer people were there. Things appeared to be dwindling down. Lisa was eating a piece of cake and had another piece to go next to her. My thrilling night was at an end. My chances at another hookup were gone, but at least I’d had the alley with Kent. I could easily head to my hotel room and fuck myself to that thought for a good while before passing out. We walked over to Lisa trying to look like we hadn’t just hooked up in an alley. I don’t know how successful we were, but she didn’t seem to care where we’d been. She’d just sat down for some cake after an intense dancing session. Everyone agreed that it had been a pretty great night. Stacy and Jeremy were nowhere to be seen. I’m sure they ducked out a few songs ago to either pass out or fuck in their hotel room. I’d see them in the morning at brunch. I figured this was a good time to head off myself. I didn’t want any awkward goodnights after the high I was on. I wanted to ride it as long as possible. I said goodbye to Lisa and that it was lovely to meet her. As I was about to say goodbye to Kent, he announced that he’d come to the coat room with me.

We started off in that direction, and he said, “I hope I didn’t go too far. I had a feeling you’d be into that based on our past chats.”

“I was fucking appalled at first, but then a rush of excitement came over me when I decided to lean into it. You know me too well, sir.”

“Mmm, I like that. ‘Sir.’ Maybe we should start up our chats again.”

“Honestly, tonight was so much better than a chat. Maybe we should discuss some parameters for whatever this is. I cannot remember ever being this consistently turned on for an evening.”

“We can discuss. My wishes haven’t changed, though. I don’t know if tonight gave you the wrong idea. I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Oh, I’m not, either. But would a lover be so bad?”

“You seriously just said ‘lover.’ I’m out.”

“Hahaha, shut the fuck up. Let’s talk sometime soon. My white whale is that cock of yours. I want it inside me.”

“Fucking shit. From ‘lover’ to literary reference to exactly the words every guy wants to hear. We’ll talk. But here we are. Can I grab your coat?”

“I’ve got it, but thanks. Don’t forget Lisa’s coat. Have a lovely evening with her.”

“I will have a gentlemanly drive to drop her off, and then I will head home and masturbate furiously.”

“Same, though. Tough luck on this timing,” I said. “Think of me later?”

“As if anything else could possibly be on my mind.”

And then I got my third kiss of the evening. This was one slow and deep, as if we both thought there was no way we could pick this back up in the future and we had to take advantage now. He ran his hands over every inch of my body that he could reach while our lips were locked. I don’t know how long we would have continued like that had someone else not come in looking for their coat. We broke it up and said goodnight, and I headed to the elevator.

I cursed my luck all the way up to my floor. As the elevator opened, I got a text.

“Kent: Don’t take off your dress yet.”

If only he knew how strong his hold was on me. I could skip sleep and text with him all night, playing whatever games he wanted to play. I raced down the hall to my room and responded with, “Oh?”

“Kent: I didn’t get any photos of us tonight. I need to have a memento of you in that dress.”

“Ah, so you just want a selfie?”

“Kent: Kind of. :)”

His texts couldn’t arrive fast enough.

“Kent: Remember that guy from the alley? I ran into him near the coat room after you left. His name is Jack. I asked him for a favor.”

“Kent: I don’t know what floor you’re on, but I told him to head to three and hang out by the ice machine. Go meet him there.”