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“Come on!” Jennifer Sheppard exclaimed from her cubicle, loud enough that her neighbor and friend Jordan Kennedy heard.
Jordan stood up from his desk, looked over the wall that separated them and asked, “You okay over there Jen?”
She groaned again and tossed her head back in frustration, “Not really! I have a damn wedding to go to in two months.”
“Why’s that a problem?”
“It is a longtime friend from back in my high school days…”
“So back when dinosaurs roamed the earth?”
“Oh, shut up, I’m only 10 years older than you.”
Jordan chuckled and replied, “I know, but it is fun to give you a hard time. You were saying?”
“It’s my friend Ashley getting married, this is number two. The RSVP is due in two weeks, and I’ve told her I’m coming, I just haven’t returned it, so she is asking.”
Not seeing the issue that was causing her to be so frustrated, Jordan replied, “What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that she gave me a plus one.”
“Ohhhhh, and you’re not seeing anyone.”
“Exactly, I know I’ll be the only single person there, and I don’t want to deal with all that.”
“Can’t you take one of your boys?”
Jennifer rolled her eyes, “Oh that’s cute, take my son as my date to a wedding.”
Jordan laughed, “That’s not what I meant, I’m sure Cam or Riley would go.”
“Riley is out of town for rowing and Cam is working nights that week.”
“Hmmmmm…got any friends you could ask?”
She looked at him and smiled, “Actually, I hadn’t thought about that.” Jennifer stood up and walked out of her cubicle and into his, “Jordan, you want to go to a wedding with me in May?”
Jordan laughed, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, I know, but it is a pretty good idea. Especially if I show up with a young, good-looking guy. Will shut all those people up that talked about me behind my back when Cam and Riley were born.”
Jordan thought for a moment then picked up his phone, “When is it?”
“Saturday, May 20th.”
“Where is it?”
“Here locally, one of the churches, followed by the reception at the Barn on the River.”
Checking his calendar, Jordan sighed, “Sure, what the hell. Is it at least open bar?”
“No, sorry.”
“Oh, come one!”
“Please?”
“Alright fine, I’ll go. Attire?”
“Casual suit, no black. Chicken, beef, or fish?”
“Beef. What color is your dress?”
“Wine.”
“What the hell color is “wine?””
She laughed, “Such a man. Wine is a maroon.”
“Okay, I can work with that.”
As he sat back down, Jen hugged him around the neck, “Thank you so much, I owe you!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what you said when I replaced that ceiling fan a few weeks ago.”
Jennifer laughed and replied, “I know, now I owe you double.”
Jordan laughed and spun back around to his computer, getting back to his work of checking poll worker info for the upcoming election.
***
As the date of the wedding got closer, Jordan and Jennifer made more specific plans, she okayed his suit selection and they made plans for him to pick her up, then they would take her car, something about getting up in a truck in a dress, that even with their usual banter and teasing, she wouldn’t give in on.
Jordan and Jennifer had been thrust together in the standard way most adults meet other adults, they worked together. Not only did they work together, but they had been hired by the Secretary of State’s office at the exact same time to work in the elections division. Even though they were both from the same city, it was a large city and their path’s had never crossed that they could figure out.
They also had different backgrounds, but just clicked when they were paired together during orientation. Jennifer was 44 and a mom; she had two boys, Cameron who was 19 and Riley who was 17. She had never been married, having thought that Cameron and Riley’s dad would marry her, but one day he told her, “I don’t want to be a dad, and I don’t want to be a husband.”
He walked out of their lives when the boys were six and four, signed over his parental rights, and she nor the boys had seen or heard from him since. With the help of her friends and her parents, she had managed to raise the boys successfully, neither one had been locked up, gotten a girl pregnant, or been selling drugs, something she figured was a win for the time and place that they lived. After their dad left, Jennifer had devoted herself to her kids and improving all their lives, which is what lead her to apply for the job that she now held for the last 13 years.
Jordan on the other hand came from a very different background; at 34, he was the son of a doctor and a lawyer, according to his parents, he had always been destined for something impressive. When he took a liking to government, politics, and current events as young man, his parents expected him to become a lawyer and eventually get into politics. Instead, Jordan surprised them when he announced at Christmas of his senior year that he was going to take a gap year and move to the gulf coast of Florida and work with a friend of his at a bar and be a beach bum. Understandably, Sahabet his parents were angry, but with the help of his grandfather who had always been a bit of a free spirt, he was able to convince them to let him do it, if he promised to attend college the following year.
Jordan kept his promise and attended school at the University of South Florida getting a degree in political science. While at USF he met his now ex-wife, Brittany; they married shortly after they both graduated and got their first jobs. Their marriage was great for the first few years, but quickly began to spoil when Brittany got a new job and began to spend more money than they were making, racking up credit card debt on clothes, shoes, and jewelry so that she could fit in with all the women in her office.
Finally, Jordan told her they had to make some major changes, or they were in danger of losing their house and cars, Brittany’s response had been to suggest that he get a second job after his 9-5 at the Secretary of State’s office was through. This led to their divorce, both citing irreconcilable differences. The divorce had been simple, with no kids and very few marital assets; Jordan had been saddled with about $15k in her debt due to the joint nature of their accounts, Luckily, he had been able to pay most of it off with his portion of the equity from the selling of their house.
Jordan had been working with Jennifer for six years or so when his divorce was finalized, and while they had been friends, they became even closer; she gave him a sounding board and after he moved into his apartment, she made sure he had some home cooked meals on occasion. Like friends and colleagues often do, they had been out to dinner, drinks, and helped each other out. He had helped her around her house fixing things up and landscape stuff and did his best to show her how to do things, so she wouldn’t have to hire someone for simple things. People around the office even joked that they were work spouses, a title that they both took in stride and in good fun.
Because of that, when it came down to it, agreeing to be her date to the wedding was really a no brainer for Jordan. So as the day before the wedding arrived, Jordan confirmed all the pertinent details with Jennifer, then left for home, planning to take it easy Saturday morning before he picked Jennifer up at 3:00 for the 4:00 ceremony.
***
Jordan arrived shortly before 3 and knocked on the door; he heard her yell from inside, “Come on in!” He walked into the living room of her house, then heard from upstairs, “I’ll be down in a minute.”
He yelled back, “Alright.”
He sat down on the couch, and spent five minutes scrolling social media, then started a game of Golf Clash. He had made it through one match when he was interrupted by Jennifer’s voice, “Well, how do I look?”
He looked and said, “Wow.” He normally would have a smartass remark about Jennifer given their friendship, but for the first time ever, he couldn’t come up with one.
She smiled, “Cat got your tongue Jordan?”
He stood up and finally gathered his thoughts, “You look beautiful.”
Her dress was the maroon like she had said, fitted through her waist and then loosened and fell to the top of her knees. The entire dress had lace overlays of what looked like flowers; the sleeves where frillier but giving the dress an almost sleeveless look. The neckline was a subtle vee, and it was one of the rare times in their 13-year friendship that she showed off a bit of cleavage. She did a small spin, revealing the back was all one piece, but as she spun, his eyes were drawn to her legs, which appeared to be incased in very subtle black stockings or panty hose.
Jennifer wasn’t thin by any stretch but was what would be considered midsize by the day’s standards. He was a man after all and had noticed that she was attractive, but considering he was married when they met, it was just an observation, then by the time he got divorced, they were very good friends. Tonight, her dress was incredibly flattering and without warning he felt his cock begin to react.
She turned and smiled with a slight blush, “What do you think?”
He shook off his stupor and finally said, “I didn’t know you owned anything than slacks, tees and sweaters.”
She shook her head, then laughed, “Fuck you,
He smirked, “Don’t write a check you’re not willing to cash.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes, “You look nice too, you didn’t have to match my dress.”
Jordan had chosen a simply blue suit, white shirt, a maroon tie, and brown shoes, “Eh, I figured I was your date, I should sell it the best I could.”
“Awww, are you even going to dance with me?”
He laughed, “That goes with being your date.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed again, “Thanks again, I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“No problem, ready to go?”
“Yeah, my car is in the garage.”
***
They spent the next five hours having a good time at the wedding. The ceremony was simple yet beautiful and Jordan got to meet a lot of the friends that he had heard about, and each time Jennifer introduced him as Sahabet Giriş her date.
With dinner over and the party officially starting, Jordan made himself comfortable sipping on Coke’s as Jennifer mingled with her friends. When the second slow song of the night came on, he made eye contact with Jennifer from across the room and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. She smiled and nodded her head, and they made their way to the dancefloor; as they came together, he took her in his arms, and they slowly moved around the dance floor with the rest of the couples talking about the wedding and the people in attendance.
That event took place two more times over the course of the evening; as the DJ announced the last dance, they met up once again and as they swayed to the final song, Jennifer sighed and leaned into him, “Damn I’m pooped.”
He laughed, “You haven’t really sat down since dinner.”
“I know, it has been so good to catch up with everyone.”
He smiled, “I’m glad.”
She looked up at him and kissed him on the cheek, a move that caught him slightly off guard as she said, “Thank you again for coming with me, I really appreciate it. More than you know.”
Still in shock of the kiss on his cheek, he managed to smile back, “You’re welcome. Even with your clutzy feet, you’re a pretty good dancer. I’ve had a lot of fun tonight too, even if it’s a dry wedding.”
She smacked his chest as the song ended and they separated; she said, “Let me grab my things, use the bathroom, then we can go.”
Jordan nodded and used the bathroom, then waited for Jennifer at the table. Once she returned, they spent 10 minutes saying goodbye to everyone, before making their way towards the parking lot. Due to the gravel of the lot, Jordan offered her his arm which she took, and they made their way to her car, where he opened the door for her, “Aww, such a gentleman.”
He chuckled, then said without thinking, “That’s what you do for a pretty lady.” Jennifer rolled her eyes as she shut the door and he made his way around to the driver’s side. Once he was in, they made the 20-minute drive back to her house, talking about the wedding while she answered his questions about her friends and who was who.
***
As Jordan pulled her car back into the garage and shut it off, she smiled over at him again and said, “Thank you again for coming with me. I didn’t have to deal with any dumb questions, and some of the snide comments I’m sure were tamped down when they saw me with a. younger man.”
He laughed, “I’m glad I could help. I always dreamed of being a trophy husband. I had a good time, even if I could have used a drink a time or two.”
She laughed, “Well, I’m no help with the husband part, but I can offer you a drink?”
“Now that sounds good. Lead the way.”
They made their way into house and then into the kitchen where Jennifer poured herself a glass of wine and offered him a beer, then said, “Living room?”
He nodded and followed her into the living room, where she kicked off her heals, exposing her stocking clad feet and they both sat on the couch. They both sighed as they settled into the soft cushions and quietly sipped their drinks. As he set his beer down, Jordan asked, “So, any good drama at the wedding?”
She chuckled, “Not really, although Ashely’s sister was getting awful chummy with Ted, the brother of the groom, someone even said they disappeared together for a little while.”
“Ooo.”
They both laughed at his response and continued making small talk as they finished their first drinks and after seeing it was only 10:30, Jordan got up and got them another round. He ditched his tie by the front door with his shoes, and as he sat down, he noticed that Jennifer had shifted and her dress had ridden up and he could now see the change in fabric of the hosiery, confirming that she was wearing stockings, rather than panty hose.
As he took another sip of his beer, he commented on her outfit’s newly exposed feature, “Couldn’t take some time to use self-tanner, so you had to wear stockings?”
She smirked, looking down and seeing the edge of the stocking had been exposed; she pulled her dress up a little higher, showing the rest of the lace band around her midthigh and even the bare skin above it, “Well, I haven’t had the time to get a tan yet, and they had to match the underwear.”
She said the last part so nonchalantly that it didn’t even catch Jordan off guard. There had been good natured flirtations in their friendship for a very long time, so Jordan simply ribbed her back, “Well that’s probably smart, wouldn’t want to disappoint the magic wand.”
Jennifer spit her wine back into the glass and laughed “Damn, going right for the kill shot.”
He joined her laughter, “I’m just messing.”
“I know, but sadly you’re not wrong.”
He smirked, “I’m sure you could find someone to fuck.”
“Jordan! Language.”
Her faux “mom voice” caused them both to burst out laughing for a few moments. As their laughter died down, Jennifer shot back at him, “Anyways, who are you to talk? Handgela isn’t going to care about Sahabet Güncel Giriş your suit.”
He started laughing, then nodded, tipping his beer to her, “No argument there.”
They sat quietly, giggling to themselves, Jennifer softly said, almost inaudibly, “They also match the bra.”
Unsure if she was insinuating what he was thinking, he said, “Well my dad always said that if they match…”
“He was right…”
He raised his eyebrows, thinking about comments and actions of the past few hours, but playing coy so as not to go too far, he smirked then said, “That’s good to know…” he took a sip of his drink, then setting it down continued, “Color or material?”
She smiled back, then setting her glass down, shifted a bit more, causing the dress to ride up further, and as she opened her legs, she noticed his eyes shift and she said, “Both.”
With her legs spread, and the dress hiked up, Jordan could see the lace band of the top of the stockings, then further up between her thighs, black laced covered her pussy. Now sure of what she was inferring, he crawled across the couch, closing the gap between them as she leaned back. As he slipped between her legs, he hovered over her, before crashing his lips into hers.
They kissed awkwardly for a few seconds until they got the feel for each other; once they figured it out, they began to kiss passionately, nibbling on each other’s lips, their tongues darting into the other’s mouth, wrestling with each other as they both began to moan and groan into the kiss. As he began to push his body against hers, she began to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt, quickly the eight buttons were undone, and she was pushing it from his shoulders, discarding it on the floor with her shoes.
Their kiss finally broke, and they looked lustfully into each other’s eyes; Jennifer went back in for another kiss, but Jordan dodged her lips and just as she protested, she felt his lips on her neck. Her protest ended quickly and was replaced with a moan as chills rolled through her body and she felt her pussy begin to dampen.
His lips trailed from her neck to her ear where his hot breath and the brief nip of his teeth sent another chill through her body and moan from her mouth. As his lips moved from her ear, back to her neck, then over her collarbone, to the skin exposed by the neckline of her dress. Her breath continued to become raspier, a lucid thought hit her, “Oh my god, am I about to do this with Jordan? This is crazy.” That thought was soon interrupted as he nipped the swell of her breast and her brain was inundated with a thought of, “Fuck that feels good.”
Feeling, hearing, and seeing Jennifer react under him, Jordan continued to kiss the exposed skin then lifted and began to move down the couch and her body, as he passed her waist, he moved his hands to her bare thighs stroking them which caused her to sharply inhale. With his head below her waist, he pushed the hem of the dress up higher, exposing the entirety of her panties. Like the stocking top, they were made entirely of lace and other than an opaque gusset, they were see through, revealing that there was at least some curly pubic hair around Jennifer’s pussy.
“Jordan, you know.”
He lifted his head, thinking she might stop him because of the absurdity of the situation, “Yeah?”
“The dress does come off.”
He smiled, “I figured, you had to put it on somehow.”
She laughed, “Help me take it off.” He sat back; she sat, then stood up and turned her back to him and said, “There is a zipper.”
Jordan stood, found the small zipper at the top of the dress. He grasped it and gently pulled it down, first to her shoulder blades, then below the two hooks of a black bra, then finally to her waist, exposing the ruffled band of her panties. When the zipper came to a stop, Jennifer stepped forward, faced him, she crossed her arms, pulling the top from her shoulders, then with her arms free of the dress, she pushed it to the floor and stepped out of it, leaving it with his shirt.
Jordan took her in, admiring her mature, motherly form as she stood before him in her matching stockings, panties, and black bra with lace overlays. His cock was pushing against his pants as she smiled, then said, “You’re a little overdressed, fix that.” He began to work his belt buckle without taking his eyes off her. As he got the buckle, button, then zipper down, he pushed his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. “That’s better.”
He smirked, “Now you’re overdressed.”
She looked down at her bra incased breasts, then looked back at him, “I suppose you’re right.” She reached behind her, undid the two hooks, and slipped the bra from her shoulders and chest, allowing it to join the rest of their clubs, “I think we are even now.”
Jordan once again took her in, Jennifer was all mature woman, there was a subtle amount of fat around her midsection, hips, and ass, he could see the faded stretch marks from her pregnancies streaking her abdomen. Her breasts, probably a C-cup sagged with her nipples pointed towards him. After taking her in, he closed the gap between them and gently pushed her back onto the couch. With them in their original positions, he pressed their bare chests together and their lips reunited. They kissed and gyrated their pelvises against each other, eliciting moans from Jennifer and groans from Jordan.
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