Memories - Pre Wedding Jitters

Something my friend Her Dutiful Hand Maiden said stirred a memory in my head. It was before the wedding, Emily was teasing me, lifting up her skirt, showing me the tops of her stockings, making my penis twitch against the crotch of the panties I was wearing.

"What?" she asked, innocent, knowing full well what.

"You're teasing me," I said.

"Teasing you?" she asked, pulling her skirt higher, exposing her panties. "This teases you?"

"You know it does," I said.

"Why? Thinking about using that tongue of yours on me?"

"And...and other things," I said.

"Other things better be soft and tucked away," she glared at me, her tone serious but her eyes playful.

"It...it's tucked," I assured her. 

"And I expect it will stay that way for some time," she smiled at me.

"Well, until the wedding," I said.

She gave me a look. "Oh, trust me, love, you're wearing lingerie when we get married and you'd better be tucked!"

"I...I assumed," I said. "I mean...you know...after."

"After?"

"After the ceremony," I smiled. "Like our wedding night."

She got a serious look on her face. "We're not doing that on our wedding night," she said.

"We...we're not? I though...I assumed..."

She had a serious look on her face. "Sweetie, we've talked about about that, haven't we? That's something special that only men and women do."

"But...but our wedding night?"

"Love, I'm not saying you can never do that, just our wedding night should be about...you know...girl things."

"G...girl things?"

"I don't want you spending our wedding day thinking about boy things, my god, you know how you get. You'll spend all day obsessing about how you'll do it, how long you'll last, whether I'll enjoy it. A wedding day is a special day, I don't want you fretting about boy things, I want you fretting about girl things."

"But..."

"Sweetie, we shouldn't put that kind of pressure on you. It's our special day, our special night, we don't need to confuse it with special things only men and women do."

"But if we don't...I mean..."

"I'll plan a night when we get back, I promise, sometime after all this when we're relaxed, after the holidays. That way you don't have to fret. I'll plan a night you can put it inside me and make things official. Just give it a few months, okay?"

"Not on our wedding night?"

"No," she whispered. "That's what men and women do, we'll keep things...girly, you know, that special thing you're good at, being my girl, not my boy, okay?"

"Oh....okay," I said.

"That's my good girl," she said touching my hair, "that's my good girl."