A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair)

by Lacey, S. L. A.

“I’m hard” I move my hands over his zipper to his jeans and he is not lying

  “Houston we got a problem are we going out or staying in?” he reaches down to my waist band and he touches sex

  “Are you wet Aria?” I pull his hand out

  “Let’s go Ian” I don’t need him finding me out. He kisses my cheek

  “Come on Aria let’s get going”

  He takes my hand and we head out

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  It is almost eight pm and we are now turning from Euclid to up Mayfield a smile crosses my face

  “we are in little Italy” Ian looks over to me and is smiling like it’s Christmas morning or something, jeez I kinda like the Christmas morning antics I had with never mind jeez I gotta stop with the Tristan memories.

  He parks in front of a cream and ivory townhouse with a black rot iron gate on Mayfield near Murray Hill. I eye my favorite pizza place, we are near Prestie’s pizza and bakery, I hope we get to go there after this little adventure we are taking gosh I love their pizza you can smell it in the air.

  I look around at all the eclectic Italian shops, the sidewalk café s are packed with people enjoying a summer meal al fresco they even have Sinatra piped on the streets this is such a wonderful neighborhood and all Italian still.

  This area has always been a favorite part of town for me. Holy Rosary Church is still going strong, this area is renowned for THE FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION on August 15th every year, it’s the food in the street, the Italian music, and dancers, the rides and carnival games they block off the streets and it’s a wonderful time to be catholic in the city.

  The best part is the huge procession in the streets with the statues of Holy Mary it is such a special time to be here as people come from all over to participate and share in our catholic rituals as well as our traditions.

  Ian looks over at me as I recall the feast last year and how all my family and friends got together for it, I hope we can get both our families to come this year because this year I will be married.

  “Come on Aria lets go” the smile on his face is wonderful he looks good today, he looks like sex.

  I get out of the car and look over at Ian

  “Ian what is going on?”

  “Come” he holds out his hand and we walk to a waiting lady on the corner.

  “Hello there Mr. Bollinger so nice to finally meet face to face.” Wow we are meeting someone here

  “Yes how nice to meet you” they shake hands as I stand at Ian’s side

  “This is my fiancée Aria Macy, Aria this is Gloria Haven a real-estate agent I had contacted when I decided to move back to Cleveland about a month or so ago” She is an older lady probably early sixties blond hair, glasses, taller than me, she is in a smart suit and classic heels and a warm smile.

  A thought leaves me a bit worried Ian has been in touch with a real-estate agent and this is the first I am hearing about this! I don’t know how I feel about all of this.

  “Aria congratulations this just came on the market and Ian has mentioned how he has been interested in this area so please right this way.”

  I am led by my fiancé and his real-estate agent into a townhouse which is all glass and concrete on the outside.

  We enter a single door into a huge area that is the main living space, very modern with a fireplace on the back wall, a dining area not a dining room, mind you, no bay window and no walls to separate the rooms all open concept living which is nice but I like walls.

  “Let’s check out the kitchen shall we” Gloria says in a soft clear voice, we find a state of the art kitchen with ultramodern cabinets, a Viking range, a sub-zero refrigerator and a center island with three pendant lights above it, which opens to the great room. There is an open staircase that you can see though it does not look safe like for little ones, like children or a dog.

  We are ushered upstairs. There are three bedrooms upstairs that we check out, very small master suite I doubt my huge boudoir bed will fit in here. We wander and look around and see the whole place, my first thought is what are we doing here? The second thing is small closets, huge deal breaker!

  Sorry Tristan’s words come to mind when he saw my closet ‘oh Aria you are never moving from here’ We are alone in the master suite and I cross my arms and look at Ian to start explaining why we are looking at property and I had no clue he was even in the market for a home. I wait and say noting…he better start talking.

  “So Aria what do you think?” Ian is happy and his smile is turned on bright like a flash on a camera, he is elated at this find and it appears that he wants me to love it as much as he does. I don’t want to shoot him down or make him mad so I go for the nonchalant query.

  “Well I had no idea that you were looking for a place?” I am crossed arms and giving him a dead stare he had better start talking.

  “Well really I wasn’t, I haven’t, you see when I came back to Cleveland I contacted the real-estate office my sister knew Gloria and told her I was thinking of transferring here and I would be teaching near this area and how I liked it, but there was nothing available and then we got engaged and I just forgot all about it because well your home is wonderful, but I wanted to see this with you and get your take on it.” he seems sincere and honest.

  Well that is comforting to know that he is not pushing this down my throat, which is good, he is considerate and he has not been scouting for a house behind my back, which is comforting to know as well.

  “I don’t know Ian, I just never imagined leaving my home, I thought we might try and build a future at my house?” I warm a bit to him and still my arms are crossed.

  “Well that is just it that is ‘your family home’ I want this place to be ours, where we build our memories.”

  “So you don’t want to live in my family home and make it ours and fill it with our children?”

  “Aria whoa! Hold it right there children! One step at a time, we are not even married yet and you are talking children!” he pushes his hair back and walks over to me.

  “Well you do want children right?” he is standing in front of me looking at me as I won’t put my arms down, they are crossed and I am getting a little pissed at him right now.

  “Well in a sense, but not right now!” Oh hell and holy fucken beast I hate it when Tristan is right. We can’t have this fight here, the way I am feeling right now I would throw this ring at him and run, I need to take a breather and relax, but I think Mr. Bollinger needs to hear how I really feel.

  “Ian this is a beautiful place and I am sure it is a wonderful area, it’s close to your school and all,

  but to me getting married is all about family, I wanted to raise my children in the home I grew up in, I wanted to continue the family dinners and get-togethers in our family dining room!”

  Ian looks displeased with my comments, he enfolds me in his arms as mine are still crossed, he kissed my forehead and looks at my displeased face and he knows I am mad.

  “Look Aria it was just an idea, nothing set in stone, and I do love your home, it is a wonderful place to raise children, I mean you grew up there right?” He touches my cheek and I smile back I don’t want to argue here.

  “I think we need to be just us for a bit longer before we start a family” Oh heaven and hell why did Tristan see all of this and I didn’t?

  “Ian this is a lot to take in, I think it would be a wonderful investment property, what if we purchased it and rented it, this area is booming?”

  He looks s at me with a conciliatory smile as he ponders the notion. “That is not a half bad idea the colleges and hospitals near here would keep it rented between students and faculty or the medical professionals.”

  I calm and see his reservations in his face and I know he wants to live here, but do I want to leave my family home? I am immediately reminded how when I was with Tristan I wanted for nothing, and now that I am dealing with my decision, my choice, I am grasping at what I want to hold onto.

  “Aria you’re right this is a
big step and we need to think what is right for us when we marry, lets grab some dinner and relax, it was just an idea please don’t think anything else.” He enfolds me in his arms again he knows I am mad and what does Aria do when she is mad…run, I leave, I vacate, I escape, I get the hell out, I learned from Tristan he has ran away his whole life from the time he was 13 till we finally broke up two years ago.

  “I love you Aria, we can stay at your family home, we can live in a box I don’t care I just want to be with you.”

  Thank you Ian, I’m starved how about you?”

  “I think I need to take my fiancée out for pizza” I kiss him

  “Yes please”

  He takes my hand we walk back down the dangerous stairs.

  Well you two what do you think” I looks at me and smiles as he knows I hate this place or any place that is not my home.

  “I think we are going to pass, we are happy in Ohio City in our old Victorian house”

  “I would be too, gosh high ceilings, old mill work who would leave that” I like Gloria even more. We say good bye Gloria and we head across the street to Presti’s as some food and wine are in order.

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  Well Presti’s Pizza and Bakery is guaranteed to put a smile on even the most discerning and I have a feeling that Ian is glad I smiling again instead of being mad at him for bringing me to look at a townhome. Gosh in New York yes in Chicago of course but here in my home town I want to be in my family home.

  A word about Presti’s food, their pizza is phenomenal, their bakery is old world all made by hands and they have been doing it like that for years as this place goes back a hundred years.

  The specialty’s they are known for like sfogliatelle they are these heavenly pastry’s that look like a clam but sweet and delicious with a custard filling, ok now I’m happy we came here, we came, we saw, we eat.

  We settle in a both by the window as Dean Martin croons in the background about his Evening in Roma I calm with a glass of Chianti, Ian and I share a pizza margarita and we sit back and enjoy our leisurely meal in little Italy, the wine is just what I needed to calm my nerves, I am now more relaxed and I think that Ian and I need to have a nice peaceful chat, I have a feeling that he is walking on eggshells with me because of my affair and his stalking me, gosh are we a pair or what?

  “Aria are you feeling better?” I am working on my second glass of Chianti and I am feasting on the best pizza, the cheese that is gooey, the sauce is perfection and the crust is crispy the way I like it, I relax and mellow out.

  “Ian I have to say this is the most time we have spent together since we got engaged”

  “I was thinking the same thing, I miss you a lot when I am at work and you are at the store” his tone is consolatory but I got a feeling he is hurt too.

  “I know I work a lot I always have I feel guilty if I’m not at work” and once I say the words I see how working so much is not going to work for Ian and I.

  “What made you leave today and come see me in class?” I show him my engagement ring

  “This” he looks at me and his shy smile melts my heart

  “Well I’m glad to see I got my monies worth” I smile at his sarcastic remark and I should tell him what working is for me.

  “Ian you know I have always put in long hours, and for the better part of two years I have been married to the store”

  “I am beginning to see that” his short snip-it is rather cunning.

  “Does it anger you?” I ask I have to know

  “Aria I could never be angry for what you have worked so hard to build, your ambition is intimidating I sometimes feel it’s my competition”

  “Ian you have no competition, you win hands down, you know that right?”

  “Well I guess I do now, I just tread lightly and like I said Aria I love you and that means taking you anyway I can and fitting into your life as best I can” I get up and come and sit next to him

  I kiss him as I hold his face in my hands and I don’t care that we are in public and there are people watching us.

  “Ian you are my life now, the store, my career none of that comes close to what I have with you, do you understand that? When you asked me to marry you everything else went on the back burner that is what saying yes to you means to me”

  Ian puts his right arm around me and kisses me soundly with reverence and a possessiveness that I have wanted from him. I almost feel as if he could cry right about now and that is why I broke it off with Tristan I can’t hurt him the way Tristan hurt me and look what Tristan did he bought a ring and is marrying that slut-bag-ugly-whore.

  “Aria the things you do to me, the things you do for me, sometimes I kick myself that I don’t deserve you since I was the one who didn’t get my life in order and make you mine twenty years ago that I have to live with being number two or three or four in your life and just blend into the background of your vibrate career, active lifestyle and daily activities”

  “Ian when you put this ring on my finger and made me yours you are now my number one priority, my number one concern please believe me when I say this I love you I have always loved you”

  “It took me twenty years Aria to come back and get you and make you mine and I am a selfish man I want you at home when I get home, I want to wake with you in my arms and I want to put you asleep at night” he kisses my forehead and we sit in the red leather booth feeding each other pizza and getting to a better place in our relationship.

  “I have to confess attention is something I am not use to, please be patient with me and I will learn to be more concerning of your caring gestures”

  “I’m so happy we shared today”

  “Let’s promise to make” I kiss the sauce from the corner of his mouth

  “You gotta deal professor”

  We box up the cannoli and sfogialtelle and the two people who still are finding each other head home to continue this conversation between the sheets.

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  We get home and it’s almost ten o’clock Ian throws his keys down and grabs my hand and heads up stairs he is a man with a plan as I clearly see he has a hidden agenda. He leads me into the bedroom, he lets my hand go and he takes his t-shirt off and tosses it on the bedside chair, he removes his jeans and he is standing gloriously in just his black silk boxers. He looks at me and he is licking his lips he is challenging me? Or daring me? Ok I’m up for it.

  I drop my jacket I kick my shoes off into the corner and drop my blouse to the floor and shuffle out of my jeans I am in my pale pink lacey panties and matching bra. I am holding my stance as I look at him teasingly shifting my hips from side to side and with condescending intent we both look at one another and the game is on.

  “Ian what are you doing?”

  “I am going to make love to you” I have to admit I love the professor when he has a plan and right now he has the best laid plan I have ever heard.

  “This I gotta see” I take him up on his challenge as I slowly take down my bun and unravel my braid as my hair falls over my shoulders and down my back.

  “Now take off your panties and throw them at me!” We are probably ten feet away from each other. I drop my panties than bunch them up in a tight ball and with all my might I fire them at him almost hitting him in his face. He catches them and puts them to his nose and inhales deeply.

  “My dear bride to be, you are as ever intoxicating” I am a bit shocked professor is being naughty tonight.

  “Now take off your bra and drop it to the floor before I reach you” he drops his boxers, which catches my attention because “A” he is hard and “B” this is never Ian. I remember what he asked me to do as I put my hands behind me to undo my bra and he walks towards me with his long legs taking two steps at a time until he has his arms around me and I can’t move.

  “Not quick enough, I got you now!” he picks me up and I can’t move, he has a grip on me with my arms behind me, tantalizing as this is, he holds me close and his growing erect
ion is at my belly just begging for me, this is so hot.

  He takes me over to the bed and lays me down with my head at the foot of the bed, he stands at the foot of the bed and pulls my head off slightly as it hangs off slightly my hair falls to the floor and the head of his ever present erection is at my lips and I am so turned right now I will probably come before he does.

  As he runs his hand up and down his growing erection from root to tip he puts the head to my lips, I kiss him and open my mouth as I take him all the way sucking and running my tongue up and down his shaft and he is rock hard, the feeling this way is erotic, as the blood rushes to my head and my cheeks grown flush I hold him and tantalize him and make him damn sure he never forgets this as I work him over, he hold my face in his hands and he runs his finger through my hair as I sheath him, tantalizing and taunting him I make him fall apart before me. I can feel he is going to come, as I milk him in a motion that sets him off he is holding onto my head as he yells out

  “Aria fuck!” he stills and he jerks as he slides down my throat backwards. I have to say the last time I did this I was 19 in a bar and I believe tequila and a lime was involved, this is way more intoxicating. I drop my head back he pulls out and joins me on the bed.

  “Aria as ever your oral composition if Ivy league” He kisses me as he hovers over me and I want to play with him tonight he is still the teacher that I got take home and I am going to take full advantage of it.

  “Well I gave it that old Harvard try?” He laughs and hugs me tightly, it is our little joke because Ian went to Yale.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are? How intoxicating you are to me?” he takes my hands and holds them above my head and he runs kisses from my forehead down the side of my face past my neck as he makes his way down paying attention to my ear lobe as he sucks on it and I love when he does that, he moves his warm mouth to my breast where he sucks on my nipples and the feeling is mind-blowing. He lies between my legs and he makes love to me, we get lost in each other and afterwards we both move to the head of the bed and lay against the mounds of pillows that run the length of the bed. Ian is on his back and I have my chin on his chest running my finger across his chest in a slow rhythm.