The Wedding: Day 2, Friday

After basketball, I got out of the shower and did my routine: shave, brush my teeth, etc. Jeanette’s detailed itinerary said the Friday brunch and morning rehearsal was “beach casual.” I over-packed clothes, a bad habit of mine, but I settled on khaki shorts and my infamous Magnum PI Hawaiian shirt. It was 1992 and I was still rocking a nice thick ‘stache ala, Tom Selleck. I knew the boys would laugh and give me a huge razzing, but it was my “signature” shirt from our college glory days.

I sat down and was putting on my shoes when there was a knock at the door. My watch said 9:50 am. Thinking it was the maid, so I yelled “YES!”

“It’s me, open the door!” I heard Marina yell. I ran to the door, one shoe on and one still on the floor. I opened the door and she jumped up and grabbed my neck and wrapped her legs around me in one quick move. I grabbed her around the waist. “Kiss me!” she said.

Not needing to be asked twice, I kissed her. She let go and stood on the floor. I reminded Marina that my parents should be arriving any second and that they would be at the brunch. She asked what they looked like, and I laughed. “When you see my Dad, you’ll know it’s him.”

She looked at me with a puzzled face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because we look alike. Growing up in our small town I would have adults ask me “Which Williams brother do you belong to?’ My Dad has three brothers, he is the oldest, and they all look alike,” I told her.

She asked about my mother. “Shoulder-length brown hair, a few highlights. Blue eyes, average height and weight” I told her. “Stop worrying. They’ll love you.”

As we entered the small ballroom for brunch, I see Tony and Rich right away, and they were talking to my parents. I told Marina and we headed over. My Mom, Christine, saw me approaching holding Marina’s hand and smiled. She touches my dad’s arm interrupting his conversation with the guys and nods toward me. My dad turned and looks Marina up and down as we joined them, “Hello, I’m Bob Williams, and this is my wife Christie. Boy, these two idiots are correct, you are beautiful.”

Marina didn’t miss a beat. “Hi, I’m Marina Flores. So nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Williams. Your son has told me all about you.”

My mother told her, “Marina, please call us Bob and Christie.” As we made small talk, I noticed Bud and Laura coming our way.

I told you how Bud had a big booming voice, well, the entire ballroom heard him call out, “Bob Williams, who the hell invited you?!” Bud and my dad embraced and were laughing as a few people stared in disbelief.

The next thing I know we’re joined by Allen and Jeanette, Paul and Jovita (Jay’s parents), and Marina’s parents, Jorge and Molly. As Allen and I try to introduce everyone Lisa and Vicki joined us too. Jeanette took control and said, “OK, let’s get the brunch started. Everyone take their seats, please. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, you’ll be sitting with Bud and Laura, my folks, and Marina’s parents.”

Marina mumbled as we walked towards the head table, “This should be interesting. All of our parents together? What do you think?”

I squeezed her hand and told her to relax. “I bet by the end of the weekend our folks are best friends. If your dad likes Bud, he’ll like my Dad. I know our mothers will click too.”

Brunch flew by as Allen and Jeanette introduced each table over the PA system and mentioned if they were family or friends, and how they knew each other. As he got to the table where my parents were I wondered what he would say about them. Jeanette introduced her parents and then her Aunt and Uncle, noting that the men were brothers and that they all lived in the same neighborhood. Jeanette added, “A lot of our classmates thought we were sisters in high school. Marina and I might be cousins but she really is my sister and my best friend.” I looked at Marina and she had a tear running down her cheek. I took my napkin and blotted her cheek.

Allen stood up and said, “I want to introduce the parents of my best friend and Best Man Scott. This is Bob and Christie Williams. While I have only known them for ten years, they have always treated me like their son.” Now I was getting misty. I blotted my eyes. Marina squeezed my thigh. Allen went on to introduce his parents. “And last, but not least, my parents, Bud and Laura Smith.” Allen took a deep breath and looked at his parents, “Mom and Dad, thank you so much for taking care of all the expenses for our wedding. You’ve made Jeanette’s dream come true. We are forever indebted.”

At that moment all four of the Gomez parents stood up and started applauding. Paul moved over towards Allen and gestured for the microphone. “Laura, Bud, on behalf of all the Flores in this room, and there are a lot, we thank you for your generosity and kindness. Jovita and I are so pleased to welcome Allen into our familia, which means you are now family too.” And right then in came a seven-piece Mariachi band playing Mexican music. The crowd was a mix of applauding and laughing. The entire room seemed to have tears running down their cheeks.

The next thing I hear over the music is “God Damn, when can I get a beer?” It’s Tony standing behind me. “It’s Friday, almost noon, and I need a beer before we go do this damn rehearsal.”

I looked at Marina and told her, “I’m going to the bar with these two. Grab your girls and join us.” Sure enough, the six of us are at the bar with drinks in our hands when Allen and Jay walked in. “John, eight shots of your best tequila!” Of course, Allen knows the bartender by name I think to myself. We just finished our shots and I hear a familiar voice.

“Of course, the Delta boys are at the bar!” turning to see my Dad with all other the other parents. Marina would soon dub them “The Ocho.”

Richie wants to order the dad’s a round of shots, and for us, and Jeanette says “Absolutely not. It’s way too early. We need to get down to the beach venue.” I looked at Allen and he gives me the nod in agreement with Jay.

I proclaimed, “As Best Man, I will lead us down to the wedding spot. Follow me.” As I took Marina’s hand, I looked at Jay, she mouthed the words “Thank You.” I smiled and nodded. If it is one thing I learned from my older sister’s wedding two years earlier, it was to do what the bride wants, make the bride happy, and do not piss off the bride.

Thankfully this noon rehearsal was a short one hour. The venue was stunning as one would expect at the Del. A cute beachy arbor on a raised concrete stage with wide concrete walkways for the main aisle and for the rows of chairs. Jay had a wedding planner from the hotel to organize this part, and she was more bridezilla than Jay was. Richie joked that she must be an ex-Marine from Camp Pendleton in North County.

With the rehearsal done we had four hours until the next pre-dinner rehearsal. Allen and Jeanette said they had a ton of family to visit with today but the six of us should go have fun. Marina pulled Jay to the side to ask if she needed help with their family. “No, go have fun with Scott and the group. You can talk to the family tonight and tomorrow” Jay said. “Besides, maybe in a year or two, we’ll be back here for your wedding.”

Marina rolled her eyes and laughed, “Ya, right chicka.”

The six of us, essentially three couples, decided to go bar hopping in Ocean Beach and Pacific Beach. We were all ready to go so we went to the main lobby. I told the group I’d go inquire at the desk about a van. I figured if they could drop us off, we could take two taxis from OB to PB, and then to the hotel. As I got to the front desk, I saw the Asst Manager, Becky, who checked Marina and me in. I gave her a wave. She came over and I explained what I needed. “Scott, let the hotel do you one better. I’ll call for one of our limos to take you wherever you want, all day long. Give me fifteen minutes and one will arrive for you.”

I went back to the group and told them about the limo. The girls were excited. Richie looked at me and Tony, “I bet Bud is paying a pretty penny for service like that this weekend.” I gave the boys the Reader’s Digest version of what the manager and pool waitress had told Marina and me the day before.

Tony chimed in, “They come here every weekend? Really? Jesus Christ. I”d love to see his net worth.” Spoken like a true money guy. Tony was a big-time banker in Dallas. Dude was a workaholic. Of course, he was a 4.0 GPA guy in college. He worked one year for Texas Union Bank, did an Exec Grad School program at SMU, and was now climbing the ladder as a VP of Agriculture Loans for the entire state of Texas.

I just shook my head thinking Bud has got to have a net worth of $10M easily based on how much he owned in real estate. Finally, Richie spoke up, “Remember my Little Sis Kathy? She was an accounting major, like you Tony. She works for the county in the Tax Assessor’s office. I bet she can look up all his property in the county. I’ll call her next week.”

“You’re still in contact with her after all these years?” I said.

“Yes, I am. I didn’t bang my little sister at the Spring Ball and then dump her like you did to Stacey,” Rich said.

I look at him, again, pissed. “Shut up man. Just don’t say anything bad about me around Marina. What was that shit at Robbie’s about me having no game?”

Both Rich and Tony laugh. Tony leans and whispers, “Will, even ‘Wild Bill” had more game than you” referencing another frat bro.

The girls were listening, and Marina says “Who is Will? Another brother?”

Tony explained my nickname in the house was Will since we had two other Scotts. She said, “I get it. Most of my family calls me “Rina.”

Before we knew it there was a white limo pulling up to the valet podium. I looked at my watch, it took less than ten minutes. The driver, Ralph, gets out and introduces himself, and repeats his instructions. “I’m to take you wherever you want to go in the county. And I do not accept any tips. There are beers and wine in the ice buckets. Just don’t get sick in my limo please.”

I reassured Ralph that we would not get sick, and I explained what we’d like to do. “Oh, this will be like a day off for me. OB and PB and back to the hotel by 5 pm. Got it.” I’m about to tell him yes when Vicki reminds us that we will have to change clothes before the rehearsal because of the dinner at 6:30.

Tony, always the details guy, pulls out of his back pocket Jay’s itinerary. “No, it just says 5 pm Rehearsal. For the dinner, it says 6:30 pm and “Cocktail Dresses for Women, Slacks and Jackets for Men.” He continued, “Even if the next rehearsal goes long we still have time before dinner to freshen up and change. So what if we’re a few minutes late to the cocktail hour?”

In unison, all three girls said, “Jeanette!”

Lisa teased, “You are a dumb blonde!” mocking Tony’s white hair.

Tony, not one to take a jab lightly, looked her dead in the eye and asked, “Well Lisa, does the carpet match the curtains?

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” she retorted quickly.

Ralph, standing there listening to all of this breaks up our laughter, “So shall we get in and we’ll be on our way.”

Soon we were going from one bar to the next, beer after beer. We were having a good time and the other four seemed to be having a good time with each other. As we got back to the limo Rina said, “I think we’ve had enough booze. I don’t want to be on Jay’s bad side. I think we should go back, sober up and nap, and be ready to go big tonight.”

We all reluctantly agreed. We got back to the hotel at about four o’clock. We had an hour before the rehearsal. I knew what I wanted to do, and it wasn’t nap. I was sure Rina was thinking the same by the way she kissed me in the limo. As we were exiting Tony pulled a wad of rolled-up bills from his pocket and pulled off a fresh fifty-dollar bill and tried to hand it to Ralph. “Sir, I told you, I do not accept tips. It is against policy.”

Tony, buzzed, and trying to be a big shot in front of Lisa, “No, I insist. Thank you, Ralph.”

Ralph stepped back. “Tony, I can’t take your offer. I could get fired. I’ve worked at the Del for thirty years, probably since I was your age. This isn’t a job, it is a career. Our pension here is amazing. Thank you, but I can’t.”

Tony finally takes Ralph’s no at face value. “Ok Ralph, I get it.”

Then Ralph whispered, “Besides, Mr. Smith will leave a generous tip when he pays the bill. I’ll get my fair share.”

I ask Ralph, “Oh, you know Bud?”

“Yes, I know Mr. Smith very well. I drive the Smiths to their favorite breakfast spot in PB on Saturday mornings at 7:30 am. I return at 9:30 am after their morning beach walk.”

Before I could say a word Tony jumped in, “Are they here every weekend?”

“Most weekends, probably forty times a year, unless they are out of town somewhere. Maybe their condo in Mammoth or their villa at Cabo,” Ralph says noticing the six of us are hanging on his every word. “Oh, I think I might have said too much. I’m sorry. Please don’t repeat what I’ve told you.”

Soon we all exited the elevator and started down the hallway. Tony was holding Lisa’s hand. Rich was holding Vicki’s hand. And I had my arm around Rina’s waist pulling her tight. As if planned we all ended up at the guys' rooms. Rina looked at the girls. “Be ready on time ladies. Four-Fifty right here.”

Richie mocked her, “Be ready on time boys. Four-fifty right here!” I just closed the door on him as he laughed.

I turned to see Rina getting undressed. I told her “I gotta use the restroom, too many beers.”

When I returned, naked, she is on the bed, legs spread wide open, one finger in her slit, another rubbing her boobs. I just stood there for a moment looking at this hot sensual woman. My dick was throbbing. I start to stroke it and I hear her voice. “Get over here with my cock.”

“Your cock?” I asked.

“Yes, my cock. If you’re my man that is my cock. Are you my man?”

“Of course. Now take your fingers out of my pussy” I laughed.

“Will you finally fuck me!” she said giggling.

“If you wish,” I joked as I jumped on the bed. I’m a bit anal about time, so I looked at the alarm clock. Thinking to myself, “Leave 4:50. Shower and shave 4:20. She probably needs to get to her room at 4:00.” I guess this will be our first quickie. We have about twenty minutes”. Looking at Rina I said, “Will you need fifty minutes to get ready?”

“Yes. I’ll shower, do my makeup, and put on other casual clothes for the beach, then come back up and change into my dress for dinner and cocktails.”

I wasted no time. We started kissing. My hand was in her already wet pussy. I go down on her and then she sucks me so my cock is rock hard and sloppy wet. I told her, “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to suck on your tits as I fuck you. And then I want you to spin around in reverse cowgirl. And them doggy. You got that?”

“That sounds great, but I’m so good you won’t last through reverse cowgirl!” she says laughing.

“Damn, I think I love you!” And I catch myself. Of fuck. The “L” word. Oh fuck.

“Jay owes me twenty bucks. I told her you’d say it first!” Rina said as she guided my thick six inches into her pussy. “Oh, my Gawd. I’ve been wanting that dick in me since I saw you at the airport. And I think you meant LUST!”

“Yeah, it’s lust for sure,” I told her as I looked into her eyes. “But you’re a special woman. Really special.”

“Can we talk about this later? Just fuck me and make me cum you big hunk!” Rina commanded.

We soon were in a rhythm as I’d buck up, she’d push down, and my cock would go so deep into her. “Oh fuck. I needed your dick yesterday. I need your dick now,” she said as she moaned. I picked up the speed and she matched me. “Scott, yes, harder! Faster! Harder! Faster!”

I took my mouth off of her right boob to look at her. Rina has her head back, eyes closed, and her long black hair is flying in the air as she bounces on my manhood. I pinched and twisted both titties at once. “Cum for me Rina! Let it go!” I said as I took my right hand and slapped her ass hard. And again.

“Oh, fuck yes! I like that. Spank me again please.” I slapped her ass again, this time with both hands. “Ohhh, yes!” she muttered. I grabbed a boob and put it in my mouth sucking on her dark nipple. “Oh, yes. Suck harder!”

After a few more seconds I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick. Rina’s breathing changed to short panting. Looking to push her over the edge I reached back around and tickled her starfish with a finger and told her, “Cum for me, you hot Latina!”

She took a deep breath and let out another round of sexy words, “Oh keep fuckin me. Don’t stop. Oh yes. I’m cumming again!”

I could feel her juices running down my balls and inner thighs. Damn, I’m loving it! I glanced at the clock. Only five more minutes.

Marina was still twitching on my cock and I told her, “Change of plans. Get on your knees.” The look in her eyes said it all. I believe it translated to “fuck my brains out you big hunk!”

My cock was coated in her creamy white cum and she noticed it. She grabbed my schlong and started licking off her own juices. Holy Fuck I’m thinking. This chick is a freak. Again, let’s recall it is only 1992. Pussy to mouth was a total slut porno move back then. Until your girl does it. It was so damn hot. “Oh, I taste so good” she moaned. Now on all fours, she begged me, “Slam that big cock in me and bust your nut.”

It had been over four months since I’d been balls deep into pussy, so I was already close to blowing my load. As I’m fucking her hard, my hands on her hips, I’m moaning, she’s moaning.

“Oh yes, you are so tight. Fuck yes,” I whispered. Just then I noticed her fingers on my balls. She had reached under and was tickling my sack. “Oh Rina, I love that! Yes!”

“Yes, fuck me, Scott. Cum for me. Cum for me!” she told me.

I stammered, “I’m so close. I’m about to blow my load.”

“In my mouth again. Cum in my mouth!” she begged.

“OH FUCK YES!” and I thrust my dick deep in her as I climaxed. I kept pumping as I felt myself shoot gusher after gusher of my pearly jizz into her pussy. “Oh my Gawd,” I said as I fell to one side of her on the bed. Rina rolled onto my body.

“You big stud you. That was amazing. Damn, I needed that. And I’m going to want more of your dick all weekend. But I need to shower, and so do you. It smells like pussy and cum in her. Turn on your AC or something,” she laughed. Marina grabbed her stuff and peeked out the door.

“You’re going back naked?” I questioned.

“It’s eight feet, No one will see me,” she told me. I got up to watch her make it across the hall.

Just as she’s trying to open her door I hear Lisa’s voice, “You whore Rina! Put some clothes on!” and the two girls laughing. I looked down the hall to see Lisa doing the same thing as she had just left Tony’s room. Butt ass naked. I whistled at Lisa. She turned and laughed, “You wish!”

I laid down on the bed knowing I have a bit of extra time. My hotel phone rang. “Hello?”

“Dude, that Lisa chick is a freak,” Tony proclaimed. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

I laughed, “Tony when was the last time you got laid? Two years?”

“Fuck you, Will. It’s only been nine months. I got laid on New Year’s Eve, a  blind date that a guy from work set me up with his girl’s friend,” he said defending himself.

“Nine months is just about two years bro!” I laughed and I hung up the phone.

I showered and changed into another casual beach outfit. I stopped. My dick felt raw. Thanks to all of the stroking, sucking, and fucking my manhood needed a little TLC. I applied some lotion to my limp dick, something I’ve done a gazillion types as I’ve jerked off. Ahh, that feels better I told myself. I got dressed again and headed across the hall, tapping on the door.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I hear Rina reply. “One second.” The door opened and here is the woman I just fucked, and who fucked me. She looked even more beautiful with that freshly fucked radiant look.

“Emerald green has never looked so good on a woman,” I said as she stepped into the hallway. I held my hand high as If I wanted her to spin for me so I can check her out. She took my hand and did so.

“Oh, look at you with all of the fancy color names. Ruby Red and now Emerald Green,” she teased. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be late and have Jay upset.” As she knocked on the girls’ doors, I did the same on the guys' doors.

The six of us stepped out of the elevator to find “The Ocho” in the lobby. Rina and I told the others to go on, we’ll be there in a minute. Jorge gives me a nod and I make sure to say hello to him first and shook his hand. “Remember what I told you, Scott.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

He starts laughing. And now all the men were laughing. “I was just messing with you son.” I looked around, my dad, Bud, and Paul are all busting up.

Molly slapped him on his shoulder, “Stop it. If Bud and Laura vouched for him, he’s a good young man like Allen.”

Jorge went on to apologize and told me the men spent the past few hours sitting on the patio getting to know each other over drinks while the ladies did lady things, “you know, shopping.” He continued, “Bud was correct, I do like you. And even better, I really like your parents.”

My dad interjected, “Did you know that Jorge and I were in Korea at the same time?” mentioning his whopping six months overseas after the war had ended.

Rina is not impressed about Korea either, “OK, shouldn’t we be heading down to the rehearsal.”

Paul, Jovita, Bud, and Laura say they’ll follow us in a minute. I looked at Rina and whispered, “What are our parents going to do together?”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of surprised my parents aren’t coming to watch,” she said. “At least we can tell Jay we were with her and Allen’s parents.”

The rehearsal was going as planned after the four parents arrived. The Wedding Planner went over things again. She and Jay seemed pleased. The next thing I saw was my parents and Rina’s parents walking down the beach. And then they turned up to watch the rehearsal and stood off to the side.

Thankfully the rehearsal ended early, and we all proceeded to our rooms to change into our finer threads. We had a good half hour. I did a quick wash of my face and pits with a washcloth, applied new deodorant, and got dressed. I knocked on Rina’s door and she let me in. “Let’s talk while you finish getting ready,” I said. This was really our first time alone when we were not all over each other. “So where would you like to be in two, four, and six years?” I ask.

“Is this a job interview?” she said sarcastically.

“No. It’s a girlfriend interview,” I joked back.

“Very funny. But I get it. Ok, I’m twenty-eight and six years out of Stanford. My original plan was to be married by thirty, first kid at thirty-three, second kid at thirty-five, and live happily ever after.”

“OK, not much different than what I thought when I graduated five years ago. I love my job, but I do want to return to California,” I told her.

“Where in California?” she asked.

“One, San Diego. Two, Bay Area. Three, Sacramento. Four, Orange County.”

“Interesting,” she said. “Explain why.”

I continued, “Well, I love this town,” referencing San Diego. “The Bay Area has so much to offer, and Santa Cruz is easy to get to.”

“Santa Cruz, why Santa Cruz?” Marina asked. “I can get there easily from Palo Alto.”

I explained that my maternal grandparents had a cabin just outside of town and how as a kid our extended family would spend a lot of time over there. Uncles and aunts, and all the cousins. Twenty-two of us, all in a small cabin. I love the beach. Besides, my brother is there and my two favorite cousins, who were my babysitters. Plus my pseudo sister Shannon.”

“Pseudo sister? What the hell is that?” she inquired.

“Shannon and I grew up as kids at a swim club. We met before kinder and would spend five hours a day together seven days a week during the summers. Her family had a place in Santa Cruz too. When we got to middle school, we saw each other every day and became super close friends. During high school, I watched out for her, and she did the same for me. She is truly like my sister.”

“Did you ever kiss her?” she said looking at me.

“No. She is cute, but she is like a sister. We even lifeguarded together at a country club one summer.”

“OK, I’ll buy that,” Rina said. “Now what about Sacramento and OC.”

“No, I did my top two. I want to hear your top two,” I demanded.

“Well, I would love to move back home obviously. But if not I’m happy on the Peninsula” referencing the Bay Area section south of San Francisco. “Santa Clara and San Mateo counties are booming with high-tech stuff. The economy is great.” Then she changed the subject, “what about kids?”

“I told you, I’d like two kids, hopefully by thirty-five.”

“Geez, we have the same plan. We’re so alike.” She stopped putting on makeup and turned away from the mirror to look right at me. “I’ve known you for a day and a half and I feel like I’ve known you for years. Is that weird to say?”

“No, not weird. I feel the same way. It is a bit scary and a bit optimistic I’d say,” being as serious as I could.

“You’re right. Scary and optimistic. I like that” she said.

I looked at my watch, we still had a few minutes. “I’d really like for you to sit with my parents and talk tonight.”

“Wow, meeting the parents already,” she laughed.

“Hey, I met yours in like three hours!” I exclaimed.

I told Marina, “Please don’t let me drink too much tonight. The boys are going to want to get hammered and I just don’t drink that much anymore. Besides, my parents are here, your parents, and not to mention Allen and Jay’s parents.”

She laughed, “Okay, we won't drink a lot. Do you have any clue how many of my relatives will be here tonight and tomorrow for the wedding?”

“No clue at all. Fifty?” I guessed.

“Try about a hundred when you figure aunts, uncles, cousins, their spouses, etc. Mexicans have big families!”

I laughed, “What, you think I didn’t know any Mexicans growing up in Lodi? I dated a Mexican girl briefly in high school. A good third of my graduating class were Hispanic.”

“Ok, ok, calm down. And I do want to hear more about your hometown when we have time.”

Rina finished getting ready and we headed down to the big ballroom. About half of the wedding guests would be there tonight. We made a pact on our way down: talk with our parents, and some of her family, and we could separate some to hang out with the girls and guys.

The ballroom had a classic black and white cocktail theme. The room looked sharp. More importantly, Marina looked great in her “LBD” and nude stilettos. She had diamond stud earrings and a pendant necklace. So simple, so classy, but oh so sexy. I opted for black slacks, a white button-down, and my classic black and white houndstooth sport coat. My favorite sports coat. I wore my dress watch, my college graduation gift from my folks, a Rolex Submariner, and my gold college ring with our fraternity letters in gold on the garnet stone, which I wear daily. With her heels on Marina was almost as tall as I was.

When we entered the ballroom, I’d guess two-thirds of the guests were there already. I checked my watch; we were right on time. I soon noticed my mother heading our way.

“My, you two look stunning. What a cute couple!” she said. My Mother is in her trademark pearl necklace and earrings. Her wedding gift from her parents on her wedding day. Since her father passed in 1972, she has worn them nearly every single day. She looked at Marina, “I understand you live in Palo Alto. Hopefully Scott will visit you and bring you out to our ranch one weekend soon. You two have fun tonight,” and she turned and returned to my dad and the Smith’s.

“Your ranch?” she inquired. “I thought you grew up in town?”

“I did. When I left for college, they moved into the house out at the ranch. Grandma had moved into town to be closer to her friends a few years after Grandpa died,” I explained.

“I’m a city girl. What type of ranch is it? Cows? Corn? What?” she asked.

I told her, like the Smiths, my family is pretty modest. We get that from my mom’s family. “My parents now own the entire ranch. Mom bought out her brother a few years ago since he lives in Boston,” I said. Looking at her I wanted to see her reaction. “The ranch is called Sunset Farms. Grandpa named it when he bought his first section of fifty acres. The main ranch is now 500 acres with another 500 split between five other properties. All are within a few miles of the ranch.”

I paused and she asked again. ”What is on the land?”

“Wine grapes. Dad is slowly ripping out the Tokays and putting in new vines. Mainly reds but a few whites. All of the 500 on the ranch are Zinfandel. Most planted in the thirties by Grandpa, some in the fifties.”

I could see the look on her face change. “I thought your dad is a retail Exec VP?”

“He is” I replied. “But he studied Ag at Cal Poly. He played football there on scholarship.”

“OK, who runs the ranch then?” she asked. I could see her wheels turning.

“That lady right there” pointing at my mother. “She’s a whiz with numbers. She studied accounting at Mills College for a year before my folks got married.”

“Oh, my Gawd” Marina said. “I love that story. I have to talk to her. She went to Mills in Oakland? A few ladies at my firm are Mills grads. She and my mom will hit it off, remember my mom teaches high school math.”

I looked at Rina, “It is kind of weird all of the stuff that is in common. Ok, who needs a cocktail? What are you drinking tonight beautiful?”

“No more beer. Vodka and tonic, with a lime. And you?” she said.

“Exactly the same. It’s light and refreshing. But not too many tonight. Three, maybe four depending on how long we’re here” I told her.

“Three for me at the most,” she said as we bellied up to the bar. “Ralph!” Rina shrieked. Sure enough, there is our limo driver.

“Driver by day. Bartender by night. Beers?” he asked.

“Not tonight,” I told him, Two Vodka Tonics, with limes please.” I pulled out my wallet looking for a tip jar.

“Scott, we don’t accept tips. Like I said earlier, Mr. Smith is paying the tab. He’ll take care of us.”

No sooner than those words passed his lips and I heard Bud’s booming voice. “Ralph, do you know this scoundrel? Can you believe this gorgeous woman is on his arm? I can’t!”

I don’t even look back. “Very funny Dad number two.”

Ralph put up our drinks on the bar, “Scott and Marina, here are your drinks. Mr. Smith, your usual?”

“Yes, Ralph. But not so strong. It’s going to be a long night and Laura said I can’t be hung over tomorrow.”

I looked at Bud and said to him, “Dad, thank you again for this weekend. You really didn’t have to pay for everything. You know I would have been here no matter what.”

“Scott, when you work as hard and as long as I have, I like to see my loved ones enjoying themselves. Allen is our only living child, he’ll inherit more money than he’ll know what to do with. So, I’m really just spending his inheritance,” he said with a laugh.

I broke into laughter, “Does ‘Happy Jack’ (Allen’s Sea World nickname) realize that yet?”

“I’m pretty sure he does,” Bud smirked.

“Mr. Smith,” Marina said, “I know my uncle said this earlier, but the Flores family is very flattered by your kindness. Most of our family could never afford a night at this hotel. It is very generous of you.”

“Your uncle, your aunt, your father, your mother, and now you. I’ve had probably five others from your family come up tonight to thank me. Like I said, if it makes Allen and Jeanette’s big day better it is all worth every penny. Can you please ask your family to stop bringing it up to me? I’m not doing it for slaps on the back,” Bud said. I sensed a bit of frustration in his statement towards the end.

“Yes, sir,” Marina answered.

“And start calling me Bud,” he said with a smile.

The cocktails flowed during the hour and the dinner was amazing as well. I knew right away Bud picked the menu: Filet Mignon, Garlic Mashed Potatoes, and steamed veggies. And for dessert Apple Pie ala mode. His favorite meal. I’ve dined with Allen’s parents many times over ten years and I swear he eats this fifty percent of the time when out at a restaurant.

Marina and I stayed to the end to support Allen and Jay. We hardly saw them as they were so busy talking with many of the guests. Tony, Lisa, Rich, and Vicky had disappeared earlier, I guessed they were at the bar or in a hotel room naked. Sure enough, as we went by the bar, there they were along with probably another eight brothers and their wives or girlfriends. I just kept walking not wanting to be seen.

As we got to our rooms I asked, “Do you want to talk more?”

Rina, with those big brown bedroom eyes, said “Yes, there is so much more to you than I realized. Why don’t you spend the night in my room tonight?”

I agreed and said I’d be over in five minutes. Soon enough we were in bed, the tv on, and we talked, and talked, and talked. Finally, at midnight I suggested we get some sleep. “Unless you want to fuck? But tonight I’d just like to cuddle you until the sun comes up.”

Marina yawned, “I’d like to fuck, but I’m kind of sore and I’m really tired. And I’d love to be in your arms all night long.” We kissed and snuggled into position.

At 2 am we were awoken by a series of hard knocks on the door. I jumped up and looked thru the peephole. It was Lisa and Tony. I opened the door a bit. “This better be important, we’ve been sound asleep for two hours.” I could tell by the look on their face something up wrong.

“Have you seen Rich and Vicki?” Tony asked. “We lost them somewhere between the bar and here an hour ago.”

“Did you try Vicki’s room?” I asked.

“Of course, you idiot” Lisa snapped.

“I’m sure they’re fine. They’re adults.” I said trying to close the door.

Lisa was not having it, “Get dressed, we need to go find them!”

Before I could protest, we heard loud voices coming from the elevator area. It was the missing couple. With two security guards. I told Tony, “Go find out what happened and come back and tell me.”

Five minutes later, as I was starting to fall asleep, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find Tony with a big shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re not going to believe this. They were caught in the pool skinny dipping! The security guys said they were so loud they were waking up people in nearby rooms.”

“God damn Richie. Always getting us in trouble.” I laughed as I closed the door.

I got back into bed and Rina mumbled “Skinny dipping in the pool. If Jay finds out she’s going to kill both of them.”

I agreed as I snuggled up against her fine ass, grinding my cock against her.

“Stop it. I’ll fuck you in the morning,” she mumbled again.

And with that, we both were back to slumberland.

End Chapter 2.