Here Cums The Bride 10 Years Later

It has been ten years since Christi had me video-photo her daughter's wedding. Christi married a good old country boy, and they bought a new house to settle in. She and Jeff were raising her four-year-old granddaughter. My wife passed away from breast cancer, and Christi and Jeff helped me through some rough spots.

Now, three years later, Christi came home from work and found Jeff dead on the couch. She called my daughter, who was one of her best friends, and said, "What am I going to do? Jeff was my soul mate, my go-to, my everything."

My daughter called me and asked if I could give Christi a call. I said I would, and then thought "What do I say? What if she still remembers that wedding day? Will she want me near, or tell me to go to hell?"

Christi answered the phone, and I asked her if she needed a hand to hold. She said she was inundated with all the things that had to be closed out or changed for her as a single consignee. Since I had dealt with all this when my wife died, I told her I would drive over and help her out.

When I pulled into her driveway, Christi was sitting on the front stoop crying. Peanut's (her granddaughter's name) bus was due to drop her off, and she was upset because she hadn't got a single thing crossed off her list. I walked up the stoop and sat beside her, draping my arm over her shoulder and hugging her close to me. The tears flowed full force now, and soon our shirts were soaked. Mine was okay, but hers became almost see-through. As the waterworks stopped, she looked down and said, "I must look a mess now."

I lifted her chin and said to her, "Your beauty comes from the inside. Anybody who knows you can see that. And besides, when have we ever worried about clothes? As I remember, there have been some times when we all looked like something the cat drug through the mud."

Christi laughed and said, "You can always find a way to make me laugh. I needed that today with the week I've had. When Peanut gets here we can all go inside and I'll show you what I have to go through. Then I'll get Peanut a snack and we can go over some papers."

At that moment Peanut got off the bus and ran up the driveway. She hugged me and then took my hand to pull me inside. Peanut has always called me Granddad because that's what I was to her friends, my two granddaughters. She asked me if I was there to make her Mimi better. I told Peanut, "I am here as one of Mimi's friends, trying to help with Papa Jeff's passing and yes, I want Mimi to be better."

Christi looked at me misty-eyed and said, "How can you be such a ray of sunshine to us? You went through this not too long ago."

I told her, "There will probably be tears flowing from everyone because Jeff was just such a great guy. But remember, you have a village surrounding you with love. I just feel privileged to be counted as a small part of that village. Now, let's get those tears dried up and see what has been done and what still needs to be taken care of. Where is this mountain of papers?"

Christi wiped her hands across her face and led me to their office area. She pointed a finger at a box in the corner and said, "That is what I pulled from the file cabinet. I found three insurance policies, one from work and two from groups. All his pay stubs, all our active accounts, and anything else that may need to be looked at."

I said, "That's a good start. The first item, how many copies of the death certificate have you requested? Every one of these will need an original seal, not just a copy. I found that out getting my affairs in order. A good starting number would be twenty-five, and we can always get more. When we get them we can file claims to the insurers, and then get all credit in your name only. Do you have a power of attorney, a will, or joint survivorship that we can go on? I know, it seems like a lot, but we can get you through it."

I turned as I heard a thump, and saw Christi collapsed on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. I checked that she had not hit her head, then cradled her in my arms and rocked her, trying to calm her down. I picked her off the floor and carried her into the great room, intending to lay her on a couch. Her arms locked around my neck, keeping me from letting her go. So I sat on the couch and held her tight. I felt her breasts against my chest, and my mind went back to that wedding years ago. I slapped my face to clear my mind and Christi looked at me and said, "Maybe it was not a good idea to do this."

I agreed and headed for the front door. Peanut followed me and said, "Granddad, why are you and Mimi crying? And why are you leaving when we need you now?"

I leaned down and said, "Baby girl, Mimi and I need some space, so I should leave."

Christi called, "Don't you dare walk out that door. My emotions are all over the board. We need you, and any feelings we just shared will be dealt with as they pop their ugly head. You have already given me a lot of useful information, and I trust you. Now come here."

I carried Peanut back to the couch and the three of us hugged. Christi sent Peanut to her room to do her homework, and we went back to the office. I sorted the paperwork into piles of do now and do down the road. A quick run-through and they were sorted out for the next three days. I told Christi there was nothing more we could do tonight and we should get Peanut fed and I would be on my way home. Christi said, "You are staying for dinner, and I would like to have some company tonight. I just feel I need another adult here or I may break down again."

My comment that I had nothing with me fell on deaf ears, so I helped prepare dinner and got Peanut ready for bed. As I sat on the couch and we read two books, Christi smiled and said, "She has not had anyone to read with her for a week now. I know I said I needed company, but this helps her get her mind off Papa."

I looked at her and said, "I will always remind her of Jeff. She needs to keep those good memories of him, they will help her through the dark days."

Peanut's head started to nod, so we bookmarked our place and laid the book aside for another night. I carried her upstairs to her room, and Christi and I tucked her into bed.

As we went back downstairs, Christi grabbed my hand and spun me around, and kissed my cheek. I looked at her and said, "Any more of that, and I can't be held responsible for my actions."

Christi kissed me full on the lips and said, "I don't want you to hold back. We are both alone now, and we have already shared time, so you know a little about me. Now, take me to my bedroom and we can get to know one another better."

I reached to hug her and she said, "Take all my clothes off now! I need you in me. We can make love later. Push all the bad out and just fuck me!!"

I got us both undressed and pushed Christi back onto the bed. As she fell back I fell on top of her and planted my cock at the entrance to her pussy and rubbed it back and forth, trying to get her juices flowing. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, almost shouting "I said fuck me! Now quit playing around and jab that fucker in."

That was all I needed to hear. I stabbed all the way into her, brushing against the opening to her cervix and taking her breath away mid-sentence. I looked down to see if she was okay, and I took her nod as permission to piston in and out as fast as I could go. I felt her nails dig into my back and knew she was going to take some skin away. I didn't care; I was going to drive away all the bad feelings in one momentous fuck fest. For the next five minutes, I went in and out like a machine; no feeling, just a desire to crush her underneath me.

At last, I felt Christi tighten underneath me, and I felt her cunt clamp down as she exploded all around my cock. She was shouting incoherently, mumblings that made no sense. Finally, I made out, "Enough. Just hold me tight. Please, I need to feel your arms around me."

Rolling off to her side, I took Christi in my arm and pulled her head onto my chest. I kissed her forehead and told her, "It's okay. I've got you. Close your eyes if you need to." That last statement was unnecessary; as I brushed her hair away I saw she was asleep.

Next thing I knew, it was five hours later and Christi was whispering in my ear. I shrugged off the sleep fog and said, "Huh?"

Christi said, "I said 'Thank you.' Guess that took a lot out of both of us. What time is it?"

I looked for my phone and pressed the front to wake it up. "3:30," I said.

Christi said, "Feel like a shower together? I need to clean up a bit before we do anything more, but we are doing more. I need soft, slow lovemaking now. Scrub my back for me?"

I picked her up and carried her to the shower. As I turned it on, I told her "I will scrub your back, wash your hair, and clean your entire body. I need to make love to all of you. No more fucking without feeling; that demon is gone. If you will have me, I'll take you places you have never been."

Christi fell back against me, handed me a loofah, and said, "Start scrubbing Granddad. And don't miss any spots. I want to be squeaky clean so I can experience whatever it is you have in mind."

It was a long, sensuous shower. I washed her hair and combed it flat down her back past her shoulders. I scrubbed her neck and then kissed her behind her earlobe. I scrubbed her collarbone and followed with more kisses. I washed both arms, then got under her arms and washed her ribcage, tickling as I went. I tossed the loofah and got a breast in each hand, washing and pulling the nipples out to just barely painful. I then bent down and kissed away the pain. I washed down her abs and over her hips. I lifted one foot and washed each toe as I moved across, then set it down and did the same to the other. I then washed her calf, then behind her knee, and up her thigh. As she started to pant with desire, I washed the other leg. As I rinsed her off, I kissed her behind her knee and up the inside of her thigh.

Christi's breathing was more labored and I saw her bite her lower lip. I soaped my hands and brushed her outer lips, then parted them and ran my fingers up and down her labia. I rinsed her completely and placed light kisses on her outer lips. Inserting a finger, I licked her slit up to her clit. Her hands grabbed my hair and pushed me tight to her clit as she came a gusher. I reached up and turned off the water, reaching for a towel to dry her off. As she exited the shower I dried myself, picked her up, and carried her to bed.

Laying her on the bed I climbed between her thighs and placed her ankles over my shoulders. Looking up to make eye contact with her I licked and bit on her clit until she was coming in a series of orgasms. Rising up on my knees, I pulled her knees back into her chest and eased my cock into her all the way in one stroke. Christi's pussy was pulsing as I stroked in and out, and I could not tell where one orgasm ended and the next started. She was begging me for more, and there was no way I was going to stop when it felt so good.

After another five minutes, I withdrew, turned her over, and entered her from behind. Now I was going deeper with each stroke, and Christi was pushing back to meet me. I finally erupted deep inside, shooting stream after stream of cum as Christi collapsed under me. I pulled the covers up over us, and we settled into a contented sleep.

As the sun shone in the window, we turned to each other and hugged. Christi rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair into some semblance of order. She pulled a robe on and went down the hall to wake up Peanut. I completed my time in the bathroom and went down the hall with my clothes to find a spare bedroom to dress in. Christi pulled the door behind me and said, " We probably needed to wake earlier so you could leave. Peanut saw your truck outside and asked if you had kept me company. How are we going to answer her?"

I said, "Remind her that she said you two need me now. And tell her that I could not leave without her okay. We make it look like she will be a part of decisions about your happiness."

Christi smiled and said, "You don't know what hornet's nest you've turned over if you tell her she gets to help like that. She will take it seriously, and you may find it hard to ever leave me. We will find some other way to explain you staying the night."

I told her "I have no problem telling her I won't leave until you ask me to. I would be a fool to walk away from what we shared last night. And not just the sex, although that was beyond anything I ever experienced before. I am truly falling for you my lady, and I may already be in too deep to leave."