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“Someone is coming by within the next hour to do a dress fitting with you,” he said, completely changing the topic.
“I’m sorry what? Why would I need a dress fitting? A dress for what?”
“For the wedding photos,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“What are you talking about?” Oh, it was too early for this shit.
He gave an annoyed huff before he spoke, “If we are going to be a married couple, we will need some photos of our wedding. Someone might want to look at them, and it would be odd if we said we didn't have any. We will also need to work on our story to ensure it is perfect. We can’t have people talking about us, and they discover we told two different stories on how we met and our wedding.”
Alright that made sense, but it didn’t change that I was not loving this idea. I never thought I would wear a wedding dress, and now I was going to be putting one on for a fake wedding photoshoot. It was very weird, but it needed to be done, so I would do it. Hopefully this photoshoot didn’t last too long, and I could get the hell out of the dress before the reality of all of this started to truly settle in.
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Ihadnoideawhy I was so nervous. The photographer was just here to take some photos of us. I was only wearing a simple black suit. I had told the dress fitter that we wanted something more simplistic, but for her to bring multiple dresses for Maya to pick. I didn't want to force her to wear a dress that she didn’t like. This needed to be believable, and if she hated the dress, you would be able to see it in the photos. I never thought I would have wedding photos of myself, and it was very weird to be doing this. We had to sell it though. I couldn’t risk someone finding out the truth and all of this was taken from us. This was just a photoshoot, something I had done before, and I could do it again.
My attention was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I looked up at the stairs and instantly my eyes were glued to Maya. She had her hair up and a jeweled barrette in the side of her hair. She wasn't wearing a veil, but I suspected as much. She was wearing simple diamond earrings that hung down just slightly, and she paired it with a plain white gold chain with a diamond pendant that went down to the top of her breasts. The dress though, it was gorgeous. Some would call it basic, but it matched what I knew of Maya. It was all white satin, not a lick of lace anywhere in it. It had a split on the one side that started at about mid thigh that went down to the floor, and the fabric slightly pooled around her. It held a deep V-neckline and thin straps about a half an inch in size that went over her smooth shoulders. She even had her makeup done, and it was kept very simple and classic. She was breathtaking; that was the only word I could think of to describe her.
“Is this okay?” She asked once she was close enough and I could hear the self-doubt within her voice.
“It’s gorgeous. You are gorgeous,” I answered honestly. Hell, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“You look handsome yourself,” she said with a slight blush to her cheeks. I could tell she wasn't used to compliments or wearing a dress.
“You both look perfect together. Are you ready to get started?” the photographer asked, and it effectively broke whatever spell had taken over the both of us. I couldn’t figure out if I was pissed off about that or not. This was only supposed to be for pretend, but I had allowed myself to get lost in the moment of it all. The moment felt nice, and I hadn’t been ready to be snapped back out of it. Oh well, it was probably for the best.
“Yes, where would you like us?” I asked. The sooner we got this over and done with the better. I still had a house to pack up.
“Why don’t we take some photos of you both on the stairs together,” he suggested, and we both gave a nod.
We went over to the stairs, and I wrapped my arm around Maya’s waist as she turned into me. I could tell she wasn’t feeling very enthused or into this, but that was fine. She was putting on a smile and pushing through and that was all I could really ask for. With any luck, this would go quickly, and it would be painless.
Well, that fucking sucked, but it was painless. We had taken over a hundred photos of us in our wedding outfit all over the main area of my house and outside. Maya and I had agreed that we would have gotten married in the backyard. It was a very nice yard, and I was going to miss it at the new house. It was set up perfectly for a wedding, and it made things much simpler if we had gotten married at the house.
With all the photos complete, we were both free to get changed. The photographer had taken off along with the dress fitter. I would be returning the dress tomorrow for them. Thankfully, Maya was a size four and that allowed her to wear off the rack. The dress fitters had a lot of options that she could wear, and we wouldn’t have needed to worry about any hemming or waiting for a dress to come in. I made quick work of getting out of my suit and tossing on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
I had picked up a shitload of boxes on my way home after dropping off Zoey, and it was time for me to get packing up. I was going to have professional movers come in a few days after we headed out, and I had scheduled a small trailer that we were going to use that would work to get us by. I didn't want to move everything to the new house because I hadn’t seen it. I had no idea how big it would be, and there was no point in bringing all our furniture there if it wouldn’t fit. It would be easier to have someone come down with a set load and the rest would be donated. I still needed to go through everything and get it all packed up and divided between keep and donate.
I had just gotten some of the bottom of the boxes taped up when I heard Maya’s heels clicking on the floor again. I looked up and once again my breath was taken from me. She was still in the dress. I was never going to get tired of seeing her in it, and I suspected I was going to be paying attention to our fake wedding photos over any other ones I had up.
“Just can’t bring yourself to take it off yet?” I asked with a smirk.
“Haha, very funny. I can’t get out of it. There’s this weird clasp on top of the zipper, and I can’t get it off to get this thing off of me.”
“I got it,” I said as I moved and joined her at the island. She turned around and waited for me to get the clasp unhooked. “Come on, even you have to admit this is a gorgeous dress.”
“It is a gorgeous dress, and it’s perfect for a simple backyard wedding. I never understood why someone would want to wear a big poofy dress. I wouldn’t want to spend the day hoping I don’t trip over my own feet. Plus, what do they do when they need to pee?”
“I think that is part of the maid of honor’s duty to hold it up while she pees. That’s why the MOH is always her best friend and not someone she just met a few weeks ago. I do agree though; the big ball gowns do seem like a lot of work to maneuver in.” I got the clasp undone, and I started to lower the zipper as I leaned into her ear and spoke, “It doesn’t change that you are absolutely breathtaking in this dress.” I ran my hands up slowly to her shoulders and pushed the strap down, revealing her perky breasts. “The way it hugs all your curves.”
I felt her shiver against me as goosebumps started to appear across her skin. I continued to push the dress down and slowly ran my hands down her sides. I kissed along her neck, and she tilted her head back to grant me better access.
“It is our wedding night,” I pointed out.
“We’re not really married,” she softly said as she moaned as my hand traveled over her left breast.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I countered as I slipped my hand into her white panties and began to rub her clit. She was already soaking wet, and her body was instantly responding to me.
She moaned deeply as she turned around in my arms and she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her. The second her lips touched mine, I was moving my hands over to her ass and pulling her against me. She rocked her hips against mine, causing us both to let out a soft moan against the other’s mouth.
