Chapter 5 5

Sandra's POV

I couldn't help but feel admiration as I watched Marga being surrounded by people fixing her hair and makeup. She's already pretty even without makeup, but she looked even more beautiful once everything was in place. I guess it's not really the tons of makeup that make her pretty. It's the inner happiness and love she's feeling. And the excitement that finally, she's marrying the man of her dreams.

"Why do you look sad, Sands?" Marga remarked, looking at my reflection in the large mirror.

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing. I'm just really happy because you look absolutely stunning."

"You're beautiful too, dear! You might be a bit plump, but you're beautiful," a gay makeup artist chimed in as he worked on my face.

I smiled softly at him. He's the one who did my makeup earlier in my room. It's amusing because Marga gave me my own room here in the hotel near the church where the wedding will take place later. I've been staying here since last night. Marga wanted me to be with her because she said she was nervous.

It's probably normal since she hasn't seen Cole in days. According to superstition, couples should not see each other for at least three days before the wedding to ensure a successful marriage. According to Marga, Cole has been really frustrated about not seeing her lately. She can't do anything about it because she also believes in the saying.

Plus, I'm the maid of honor. It's my responsibility to assist her with everything she needs to do. As her closest friend, it's my duty to be there for her in every step of the way before she becomes one with Cole.

"She really looks beautiful, even with a bit of extra weight. If she slims down, she'd still be beautiful. But she's prettier with her voluptuous body," Marga commented, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I glanced at my friend. "Don't flatter me. If I'm beautiful, why haven't I had a boyfriend ever since?"

"Wait, you've been single since birth? You haven't even had a taste of love?" the makeup artist's eyes widened as he asked.

I shook my head. "Unfortunately, no."

"I've got you beat then! I've had my fair share of-"

"That's so gross, dear! We have a virgin here!" Marga interrupted with a chuckle.

I glared at her, a smile still on my face. "Crazy!"

"Oh, Sandra. It's okay. Just wait! The right man will come for you. Don't rush your beauty in waiting for the man you'll be in a relationship with. You never know, God is saving the best man for you," the makeup artist giggled.

"Bravo! Mama has some wisdom words!" Marga mocked while clapping her hands. I laughed.

"Yes, and because of that, you should double my fee because my words have a touch of wisdom. When I say something, it comes true."

I just shook my head at their silliness. However, I'm not expecting for that best man anymore. Instead, I have already expected that I'll grow old with no man beside me.

After a few moments, Marga's makeup was done. She was already wearing her elegant wedding dress that made her look like a queen. It was an off-shoulder gown with lots of Swarovski crystals on the bottom layer. Her hair was braided, and a small tiara sat on top, making her look like a true queen on her special day.

This is her big day, and she's literally the queen to her groom. It must be wonderful to wear a wedding dress and feel like the most beautiful woman on that day.

The sound of the camera shutter filled the air as the photographer took pictures. Different positions, different dramas. We had just finished taking two rounds. Even her parents were done.

In a few moments, the doors of the church opened, and in came the sunlight, casting a magical glow over the entire sacred place. Behind the sunlight was my best friend, standing like an angel. She was holding a bouquet of white flowers. Even though her face was partly covered, I could still see the tears glistening in her eyes.

I shifted my gaze to Cole. His eyes were already red, and his nose slightly swollen. He was wiping his eyes with a white handkerchief as he watched Marga approach him.

Tears of happiness streamed down my face. I was genuinely happy for Marga. I felt privileged to know these two people and fortunate to witness the love they have for each other. Their love has transformed them into better individuals. Together, they are even stronger.

Sandra, whose feelings are described, seems to be longing for a connection like the one she observes in Cole and Marga. While she acknowledges her own self-doubts, she still holds onto the hope of finding someone who will love her wholeheartedly.

The reception is held at Russell's private resort, a place with sentimental value for Cole and Marga. Transportation is not an issue, as Cole takes care of everything for the guests. After the main event, only close friends remain for the party.

The conversation turns playful, with Thalie expressing a lighthearted interest in Russell. Sandra, influenced by alcohol, candidly admits her attraction to Russell. The atmosphere is cheerful, and Marga joins in the fun, orchestrating a playful prank.

Sandra decides to leave the party early due to her tiredness. She bids her friends goodnight and makes her way back to the house. Navigating the stairs feels like climbing a mountain, and she collapses onto the bed upon entering her room.

Meanwhile, Russell and Cole have a conversation about the women at the party. Russell is drawn to Sandra, who appears graceful even in her inebriated state. Thalie expresses interest in playing a game with Russell, suggesting a flirtatious interaction. Cole shares a light-hearted moment with Russell, while Flavian's comments about Sandra's appearance spark a discussion about body image.

As the night progresses, Sandra drifts off to sleep, and Russell contemplates the events of the evening.

he looked at me and smiled. And I know what's the message behind those smirks. He turned and walked into Cole's rest house.

I poked Cole's elbow using mine. He opens his bloodshot eyes and glances at me.

"What?" he asked groggily.

"What room?"

He was stunned for a moment and seemed to be thinking about where Thalie and I were meeting. "End room on the second floor,"

I nodded. I stayed in my place for a while then stood up and said goodbye. It took me a minute to calm myself because my head is already spinning like a tornado. the cold wind isn't helping me to lessen the warmth I'm feeling.

"Excuse me," I said to my friends.

"Get your ass back, don't run away." Ryan, our other friend, said.

I grinned before turning my back on them. I felt the earth rocking beneath me as I took my first step. my mind is drifting in and out like the tide. The harsh scent of drink can be smelt of my person. I know it, and so does everyone else. They can see me struggling to keep my balance, and I know I'm struggling to keep it. It's like some sort of outer body experience.

i heaved a deep breath before walking my way towards the house. I heard the girls from the other table squeal my name. I look at them. My eyes landed on Marga who was sporting a smug look on her face. I grinned.

I went inside. I immediately went to the room that Cole told me. when I opened it, only darkness greeted me. I smirked.

She prefers the lights out, huh?

I didn't find the bed myself. i've been here in this rest house for a couple of times that's why it's not difficult for me to know where everything is located in this place even when it's dark.

As I sat on the bed, I removed my shoes and then followed by my longsleeve. I crawled towards the center. My hands went to Thalie's body. Even though it was dark, I could easily master his position.

Wow, no more bras.

"You're prepared, huh?" I asked as I moved on top of her caressing her already exposed breast.

She didn't answer. My brows furrowed together. why isn't she moving nor talking?

I started kissing her softly that lasted for a minute but it frustrated the hell out of me when she didn't respond. She's not even moving! What is this? are you asleep?

Damn it! Be brave, I'm just going to sleep.

I was about to climb myself down and decided to go back to my friends outside when Thalie grabbed my arms and pulled me back to her. She grabbed my head as she crashes her lips against mine.

i can smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the alcohol she had been drinking, and then her tongue was in my mouth. I had merely wished to look at her face despite the darkness surrounding us, but I did not even catch a glimpse of it. her tongue plunged like some writhing sea-shape into my gaping maw, it all but overpowered my senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near my uvula; it wiggled, it pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of my mouth's vault.

I sipped her tongue and that made her moan. I massage her breast tenderly as I feel her nip through my palms. His desire grew stronger because of that. My lips went to her jaw down her neck. As I kiss her there, a wave of pure pleasure runs through my entire body. Thalie's perfume is intoxicating. as I kiss my way gently up her neck back to her lips that taste like cherry, I know that I'm suddenly lost in this moment.

I went down to half of Thalie's body. I sucked her nip and her seductive moan filled the whole room. i kissed her stomach sensually while massaging her core through her undies, it's already pooling of moisture.

"Oh!" she moaned. I haven't heard a single word from her yet. All I can hear are her moans and it actually turned me on even more. I hate women who are loud and very talkative when it comes to this.

I bit the garter of her undies and pulled it down using my teeth, down enough to expose the heart of her femininity. slowly and gently, I delved my mouth into her core as I circled her clit using my tongue and pumps a finger slowly making her writhe and mewl slowly. My fingers are starting to pump themselves in and out of Thalie's tight hole. She grinds her hips on my mouth that made me smirk.

I suddenly jammed three fingers into her tight, wet hole and pumps them harshly while sucking greedily on her clit. With a soft moan, she came. Her whole body jerking and convulsing with her essence spilling out into my mouth.

I chuckled. "Sweet,"

I got up and removed my pants. as soon as I'm fully naked, I pulled her underwear and slid it down her legs and threw it somewhere. I grabbed his left thigh and draped it over my left shoulder. I hold my arousal and bumps it gently to her core, teasing her. She moaned again.

Damn, what a silent bed player. I'm expecting her to be wild and noisy since she's the one who initiated this thing between us.

When my member got the wetness it needed, I slowly pushed my way inside her core. I closed my eyes when I felt how tight it was.

"Damn, you're so tight." I whispered.

there is no way she's a virgin. Maybe she's just really this tight.

"Hmm..." she wailed. Her nails are digging deeper on my back, scratching it like I was hurting her.

I moved slowly, training the manhood inside her. when I got the right tempo, I thrust inside her in a fast manner that made the bed squeak like it's going to break down anytime soon.

"Oh, gosh!" Thalie screamed - the first words I've ever heard from her.

I know that she's about to come when she tightens her grip on my back. I can feel the burning sensation pulsing in my veins down my stomach and I know that I'm about to come, too.

"Come with me," I whispered deeply.

I pumped harder as I held her on her waist and with in a couple of seconds, she's screaming wildly while gripping my arms. I pushed myself into her one final time and held her firmly against the mattress with my weight.

"Thalie," I moaned as I shut my eyes tightly, filling her womb with my seeds. I almost trembled with the sensation. "Fuck."

Sex is really good after alcohol.

after collecting my breath, I withdrew my arousal and rolled onto her side. "You're good. Even though I didn't see your face while moaning." I laughed and whispered as I looked into the darkness. "But it's fine. Maybe you really prefer the one without lights. There's a thrill,"

seconds passed but I still didn't hear an answer from him. I sighed.

I didn't fuck a dead woman, did I?