Butts and balls were kicked alright.
By the time Leilani and I were done congratulating Calvin and Briana—we were the last to do it—I couldn't stand straight. My bulge was forming a huge embarrassing dent in my trousers, and Leilani was not helping with the situation at all.
Every chance she got, she would rub against me. Her ass, her boobs, her hands, whatever she had that she thought would turn me on, she did her best to make sure I was on edge.
That's why, after the dance was over—a chance we used for payback on Briana and Calvin by bumping into them during their dance because I married a woman just as petty as me—I pulled Leilani outside the hall whilst everyone was distracted with my Dad. And that was it for the wedding night: mine and Leilani's silent farewell.
I carried her to the car, closing the little window between our driver and the backseat before placing my wife on my lap and kissing her. Hard.
