MARY JANE'S STORIES: THE WEDDING

 MARY JANE'S STORIES: THE WEDDING

"It was a dazzling afternoon of summertime; the sun was shining, the ocean breeze was strangely and gently caressing the city, and the streets were immersed in tranquility. I'm not sure if the scenery was truly as seductive as I was perceiving it, but it didn't really matter at that time. I was sitting in a long, lilac dress, anticipating and vividly picturing in my mind the moments I was about to experience during that day's occasion: a wedding party. I was told to bring a friend or a date with me that evening, and I thought about inviting D to join me in what I was expecting to be a pleasant and carefree event paired with Italian food served at a tiny restaurant by the river. D gladly accepted to come through, and I wasn't predicting anything different considering the long list of joyous and captivating memories we shared together in the years. We had the same ritual every time we hung out: rolling up and smoking some weed at my place, rolling up more for the rest of the day and having a little fun before leaving the house. Sometimes fun consisted of long talks, karaoke or videogames sessions, while other times we felt the urge to taste our bodies and reach the climax of a momentum we couldn't and didn't want to control. Mary Jane was already taking over and relaxing our minds when we got into the cab that drove us to the location. Some guests were already there consuming a thrifty happy hour before dinner. Me and D established a peculiar connection that night, and we behaved as a couple well-established over the years. It was funny and unusual but incredibly natural at the same time. Although our friendship blossomed from a casual encounter, we learnt to get to know and love each other. After consuming our meal, the bride and groom along with the guests threw in dances to the rhythm of dancehall and reggaeton music, while me and D believed it was time to venture outside, take a stroll by the river and cloud our thoughts with some Mary Jane. So we did; we stared at the sun vanishing behind the tall, glass buildings and joyfully spoke about how magnanimus and kind life felt surrounded by that bluish and breezy atmosphere. We sat on a bench and hugged. It didn't take too long before the encounter of our arms became a rendevouz of our lips. D's mouth was burning with passion and I felt the emotion growing inside of me. We were before the world's eyes, but alone at the same time. I used my dress to cover our intimacy and lost all of my prudishness as the darkness advanced becoming an accessory to our frolicking. My sense channels melted into idyl, and I was so lost down the paths to pleasure and perdition that I didn't notice the firemen watching behind us, illuminating the scene with the lights of their parked truck. I am quite positive that they gifted us with a round of applause, and we left still euphoric and giggling. I always smile at those memories, I always smile at Mary Jane's stories. Martina."