Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 3

With a shivering arm I pointed towards my home. I moved my head a little to the side and I hoped that she would not recognize me and start to laugh loudly. I had a hard time not to start to run. What would happen when I did so? Twenty yards left.

"Visit Peter to make him happy?" she asked loudly.

I thought if Katie would have given a "thumbs-up" signal. Was it a female gesture? I didn't care. I held up my right thumb and moved my head a gain a little, hopefully not enough to let her recognize me. Ten yards.

I was sweating heavily now. The dress seemed to stick to my wet skin. I was shivering of fear and shame. Good that I still wore the veil, which covered my head completely and hang down my neck even more.

"You should punish him instead of making him happy", blond Linda called across the yard.

I reached the door. With shivering hands I produced the key and opened it. I stepped inside and turned back to pull the train inside the house. In this instant, Linda cried: "Peter!" and I banged the door close.

Inside the corridor I leaned against the wall and sank down. My butt hurt again more when I reached the floor. My heart raced, I breathed heavily. I was to exhausted to stay on my feet.

Very slowly my brain took control again.

Had this really been a bad celebration weekend? Okay, it had been filled with humiliating things. But I felt as the winner of the day. I wore that fantastic wedding dress, which I tried to touch Friday evening when I was caught in the act by my sister. I couldn't believe my luck. I was sitting on ground in a huge pile of finest white satin, and my cock was as hard as never before. I simple couldn't do anything else than rubbing me again. I felt like the luckiest girlie-boy on Earth!