It was actually the night before the wedding, but we came to call it 'Our Wedding Night' nonetheless. We had promised each other to wait, but sometimes enthusiasm gets the better of you, doesn't it? And anyway, on the actual wedding night, she would most likely, let's say, have other fish to fry.

That wasn't the only wedding tradition we disregarded, either. Instead of bringing her maid of honor with her for all the planning and preparations, for example, she brought me. I went with her when she picked out her wedding dress, I went with her when she decided what kind of bouquet she wanted, and I went with her to the hotel where the banquet would be, and to inspect the honeymoon suite.

And we ended up inspecting the bed as well.

After she had asked the old lady who showed us the room if we could have a few minutes alone, and she had answered with a smirk, waving her finger at me, “Just remember, not until after the 'I do's.'” She threw herself down on the bed.

“What do you think?”

“Not bad,” I said, looking around the room. “Will there be champagne too?”

“Of course. And chocolate, and rose petals on the bed. I hope they clean the sheets first, though.”

“They're not clean?”

“Not for long,” she said, and then she kicked her shoes off and pulled her pants and panties off in one go.

She was the one who had insisted we wait. Not that we had never done anything; I had finger fucked her more than a few times, once at a family dinner, in the kitchen, with my parents and my younger brother unaware in the living room.

And she had jerked me off a couple of times, and even given me a blow-job once, in my car, as a way to say thank you, when hers wouldn't start and she had called me to pick her up from work.

But we hadn't actually fucked yet.

“What about the 'I do's'?” I said.

“I do,” she said. “Now get over here; I can't wait any longer.”

So I climbed on top of her, pulled my pants and my boxers down to my knees, and fucked her.

I didn't last long; she was tight and wet and warm, and, just like her, I had waited for this for months, but that was okay. Not much of a wedding night, but we both knew we'd be fucking each other senseless every chance we'd get from now on.

The next day, as she walked up the aisle towards me, I turned to my brother, who was standing next to me with tears in his eyes, looking like he was going to pass out at any minute, and I whispered, “Congrats, bro. You're a lucky man. She's beautiful. And thanks for letting me be your best man.”