Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 48

It was a relief for Lynne that she was so liberal and open minded. It made her feel more at ease with both wanting to do the dare, and finding it embarrassing.

"I'm embarrassed as hell to do this," said Lynne.

"Well, I consider myself your mother now, and it's my job to look after you, and hopefully you and Leif will look after me when it's time for me to go in the old folks home. Tell you what, I'll trip the security light. I'll watch you from the window. Just hang near the edge of the patio when you take off your shirt. Your back will be to me on the patio, so I won't see anything. As soon as I see you throw your shirt on the grass, I'll run down to the basement and turn off the light. Just wait around a little bit for me to get down to the basement. Then run through the yard in the dark. You'll get hit by the bugs, but no one will really be able to see anything," said his mother.

Lynne and Linda shared a conspiratorial giggle.

She felt so close to Linda. Her mother in law allowed her to engage in the fun dare, but also looked out for her so that she didn't feel totally embarrassed. It was the kind of concern that she'd want a cooler older sister, or her mother to share. All of that had been denied of her before. She was gaining so much with Leif. Not just Leif, but his beautiful family as a side benefit.

"Go on. Hurry before those girls think something's up," said his mother.

Lynne left the bedroom, and went back down the stairs and down the hall to the living room.

"Quit your stalling, chicken," teased Janelle.

"Fuck you!" said Lynne.

Janelle bucked her eyes, then started giggling.

"Damn you are becoming such a bad ass! But still not as bad as me," quipped Janelle throwing a pillow at Lynne.

Lynne walked on the patio.

She took her top off and shook out her hair.

It was a cool summer night, and she immediately felt her nipples harden.

She was glad her back was to her friends, but she waited.

She hoped her mother in law was watching out for her, and tripped that light quickly enough that it didn't look obvious, otherwise Janelle would suspect that someone had turned off the light so she wouldn't feel shy.

Lynne thought quickly of Leif as her nipples turned rock hard and just at that moment, the light switched off and it was so dark, she could hardly see anything. She had to rely on the light of the moon, and she was thankful that she was wearing her glasses so she could pick up the glimmer of the light.

Knowing that they couldn't see her, she cupped her breasts and ran around in wild circles, screaming loudly. No one was around for miles, but she knew her girlfriends could hear her, because the sliding glass door was open.

What would Leif say if he could see her right now. He bet he would laugh at her silly fun with her girlfriends. Maybe he'd grab her in his arms and wrestle her down into the grass.

Shit! That seemed like fun they should be having on her honeymoon. It was wasted on her silly bachelorette party.

Still she was having the time of her life, and a total blast running wildly through the yard without a top. It made her feel free, and alive, and she knew that she had to someone how capture and savor this feeling with her Leify!

To be naked with him, wild and outdoors with the breeze on her skin. Maybe on their honeymoon, or maybe later.

It was completely dark now, and she squeezed her nipples and flicked her boobs at them.

She knew they couldn't see. She glanced at the moon, and followed the light path back to the patio. She felt her way around and found her t-shirt.

She didn't know how her mother in law could see her, but once she slung her t-shirt around her neck, the light came back on, giving her enough time to quickly slide the shirt back on before they saw her nipples.

But they did see her bare back and they clapped and hooted and hollered.

When she opened the door fully again, and walked inside, Lynne could tell they thought the light tripping was an accident.

"Too bad we didn't see you making a fool of yourself," teased one of her girlfriends.

"I know right, she should have run closer to the security light, she didn't trip it," offered Janelle.

"Well, I did my topless stint, fair and square," said Lynne, feeling giggling and downing her third glass of champagne.

"So how'd it feel girly," asked Janelle?

"Freeing. Like the perfect kind of dare to go on right before I become a wife. The kind of stupid ass fun I should have been having years ago, but couldn't have in my strict household. I love you guys," offered Lynne sweetly.

They all told her they loved her too, and clinked their glasses of Chardonnay.

Lynne sipped whole heartedly.

As she was sipping, her phone started to vibrate and Lynne picked it up off the table.

"Hey! I thought you agreed to be in the present moment with us. None of your mushy ass pining text messages with Leif, you have a whole lifetime to be with him, make mooney eyes, fuck him and everything else. You two are so tied to each other you can't even do your bachelor and bachelorette parties without sniffing each other's ass," said Janelle.

"Whatever. All that ass sniffing is why there is even a wedding in the first place," offered Lynne.

"Lynne...you are becoming a mess! That wine is talking to you, Leif's dick is talking to you...you are a hardboiled mess!" said Janelle guffawing with laughter.

Lynne rolled her eyes, and looked at her phone screen, indicating that she had a new message from Leif.

She unlocked the phone. She was expecting a sweet message to make her smile, something mushy to make her blush, or something to make her want to fan her face. But she was surprised to see what greeted her when she unlocked the screen.

A picture of her man, flanked by the male portion of the bridal party, all wearing these disgusting looking dental floss mankinis. All of them in a rainbow of assorted colors, Leif in the middle wearing bright green. The mankinis were barely there, just covering Leif's nipples by a hair, his entire hairy chest out, his huge package almost bulging out of the front, his hips sticking out of the side.

He had a nice body but the mankini was meant as a practical joke, and the contrast of the lime green against his tan body and blonde body hair was hilarious.

He had a few poses for her. He licked his lips, on one he grabbed his crotch, in another they kicked up their heels like rockets. He'd sent a text message after each one, telling her, that indeed, these photographs were her reward for not having Chip and Dales at her party.

Why have Chip and Dales when she could have the drunk men in her bridal party. Of course Lynne laughed and laughed so hard until she was almost screaming.

Then Janelle and her girls wanted to crowd around and see what was so funny. Finally they were all looking at the phone when Lynne clicked on the next image which was actually a video where the "Chip and Dales" proceeded to dance like Rockettes singing Rod Stewart's "Do you think I'm sexy".

It was hilarious. Lynne simply laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was freedom, and fun, and he was silly, and always thinking bout her, even in his own crazy bachelor party. It was everything she'd wanted in her life when she was small, to be surrounded by friends who loved her, have a man who cared as her anchor, and to have good times with people who loved her outside of the confines of any strict church.

"So this is our reward ladies, for not having a wild ass bachelorette party. I think we should send those grooms their own reward," said Lynne.

"What do you have in mind?" said Janelle.

Lynne gave her a conspiratorial glance, and told her exactly what she had in mind, while the bridal party girls just snickered with laughter.

***

If Leif thought his Mankini's were a hilarious stunt and mocking reward of them foregoing a set of Chip and Dale strippers, he had nothing on Lynne's plan.

First, she had an active imagination.

Second, she was a church girl who'd been restricted throughout her life and was finally able to rollick around with her girlfriends and have a good time on the eve of her wedding.

"Now Leify, you'll have your own reward, in return for not cutting it up with a bunch of naked strippers. But he difference between my reward, and yours is that, you might actually like mine," said Lynne.

They got out the garden hose, and found an ancient slip-n-slide that Leif used to use.

Lynne filled up the bucket with water from a hose.

"Some might say it's sexist to have a wet t-shirt contest, but oh well, what the hell," quipped Janelle in the background.

"Oh there you go with sexism, racism, we can show the boys a little something something, they were good, so they can have a present. Leif, you better not watch the other girls headlights too hard, I'm gonna quiz the other guys in the morning to see if you were ogling their boobs," said Lynne with a chuckle.

But Lynne knew that Leif only had eyes for her, otherwise she wouldn't be pulling such a crazy stunt.

And, she was sure that Leif probably thought that this wet t-shirt contest was going to be a frilly and girly and dainty, but it was not. It looked much, much more like they'd gotten into a fight at a water park.

Lynne took the wet bucket full of water, and just doused Janelle with it while Janelle was in some type of mid, bossy sentence.

So Janelle grabbed Lynne around the waist, and accidentally knocked Lynne off balance as she was unfortunately standing on the slip and side.

"Ouch! Damn," screamed Lynne as Janelle just doused Lynne everywhere with the hose while Lynne writhed and giggled and slipped around on the slide.

She was crawling, her wet t-shirt clinging to her, tight demin shorts soaking wet, hair getting disheveled, but she was too caught up in her giggling and trying to get up to realize just what a nice wet t-shirt shot it would be for Leif.

"Let's get the bride all nice and soaked, since this was her silly idea," quipped Janelle.

"Yeah, she'll be all nice and clean and dry by the time she's ready to go down the ailse," said her blonde haired, blue eyed, child hood friend Melanie.

"You quit your yapping you were not even involved, but now you are!" screamed Lynne, grabbing her friend by her thigh and pulling her down on the wet slip and slide.

Soon, all four women were tussling and giggling and getting all wet, sliding around on the slip and slide.

They all pinned Lynne down in the last scene...

"This was your crazy ass idea, your wet t-shirt contest stunt, show those tits off for your man," cried Janelle.

Lynne chuckled and jiggled her chest a little bit, the t-shit clinging her to her, the water so cold her nipples stung.

They shut off the camera.

They were a sweaty, wet, heaving, giggling mess.

Every time they would stop laughing another one of them would cut up giggling.

"I love you guys. I can't think of a better way I'd want to spend my bachelorette party," said Lynne.

"Me either little sister. Damn that shit is hilarious," said Janelle, picking the camera off the picnic table they'd propped it up on and rewinding the footage.

"Do you think we should show it to him?" asked Lynne.

"Hell yeah, why else did we do this crazy shit," said Janelle.

"I can't send it to him, I'm too embarrassed," said Lynne falling into fits of giggles.

"That's why I'm doing it for you," said Janelle.

She clicked send while everyone chuckled.

***

They'd left Mexico, and now they were in the middle of the California Dessert, trying to make their way back toward home. Leif had expressed the desire to see his old buddy Vince.

Vinney was coming to the wedding, but Leif also wanted to pay him a visit with his buddies before the wedding. Vinney was an older brother figure. Orignally he was a friend of Lyle's He'd encouraged Leif to quit playing in his parent's basement and actually go out there, and play where others could here him, in school competitions, talent shows, and soon, playing in local bands that toured coffee houses.

Vinney was also a tattoo artist, and he'd given Leif his first tattoos, his music note, and his Sun God. But, Vinney told him he didn't want to see him marking up his body with a bunch of shit like a poser. He told him he'd give him whatever tats he wanted, but to make sure that when he came back to him, he had a tattoo that was damn hell worth getting.

So, it was with this in mind that his buddies were driving him over to Vinneys. Indeed, he did think he had a tattoo worth getting, even if the guys had given him a few more beers, and he felt hammered, and sloshy, but never more sure of what he was doing right now.

Just one more stop before he could get home to Lynney.

He loved her. He missed her. Wanted to give her a goodnight kiss. He bet his sweet thing was already asleep under the covers, or struggling to without him anyway.

She turned everything to sweetness and light, but even though he was breathless with the idea of getting to fuck her soon, he still loved her so much she made his heart ache. And he knew he always would. That was why the visit to Vinney was so appropriate.

He wondered what Lynne thought of his mankini video. He'd made a drunken fool of himself and he was sure she was saving her teasing of him for tomorrow morning. Just then, almost as if on command, his cellphone started flashing with picture and video messages.

He opened the first message.

It was hilarious to him.

So, they'd decided to reward him for not having a bachelor party with wild strippers as well. He couldn't wait to see what they cooked up.

He was cracking up laughing in the backseat and holding his phone, and so Matthew sat up to see what was going on.

"A wet t-shirt contest!" said Leif with drunken, masculine bluster.

"Oh shit, you have corrupted that little church girl. You are marrying her, and you are proceeding to ruin her," said Matthew ruefully shaking his head.

"I'm not ruining her. I'm broadening her horizons. Sweet little angel," he added with a husky chuckle.

"Oh shit, you can't even look at the shit without getting all mushy. Damn, Janelle has some nice ones. I mean...I can't even see her that way. She's fucking mean and that mouth on her is just..."

"Shut up man, I'm trying to see Lynney!" said Leif.

If he was looking for any indicator that his soul had changed the moment he meant Lynney, that was it right there. Her entire bridal party writhing around wet with jeans, or jean shorts, and t-shirts clinging to them, and he couldn't give a shit.

He couldn't even tell what the other women were wearing. He only had eyes for his Lynney.

Eyes and love. When she slipped he felt that protective instinct creep up just a little bit, he worried about her, and when he heard her giggle, he felt relief. She wasn't hurt, she was having a good time. Then, when he saw the way Janelle had wet up her tight white t-shirt, and the way her puffy, mocha little nipples stood up at attention and saluted the camera through her t-shirt, and her free spirited shouts, giggles, and cures, he was gone.

He got a hard boner sitting right there in the back seat of the car, and he was glad that it was dark in the back seat, and Matthew couldn't see. He knew he'd get teased for getting a hard on like a teenager.

They doused her hair, and he saw it swell up and get wild, curly, and thick like he loved.

And as he expected, a litany of curses. She hated that, hated when her hair swelled up into those adorable ethnic curls, but he loved it! She was so cute with that little snorting giggle, and she was spunky as hell too, pulling all the girls down around her on the slip and slide, snatching the hose and dousing them with water.

But he didn't even take a peek to look at the women flanked around at her sides. Wasn't even curious at all. It was Lynne he was craving, those perfect small, perky little breasts with those big juicy ass nipples. And even being playful and foolish, she was damn sexy as hell.

And her little jealous streak, adorable as fuck as she quipped.

"You better be thinking I have the best tits...I'm going to quiz your boys and see if you spent too long looking at the other wet t-shirts," shrieked Lynne.

"That motherfucker only cares about your own little tits," said Janelle with a drunken slur.

Leif guffawed loudly at that.

She was right.

After he and Matt shared more laughter, Leif passed the phone around to his friends to let them look at the video.

They all jokingly agreed that it was better than going to the strip club in some ways.

"Hey we know the little chickadees in the bridal party are not women of uncertain reputations. Well at least little Lynney. Pretty nice little pair that she has too, and I was generous enough to let you see it through the wet t-shirt. Just don't get any ideas. I expect to see you all looking my woman only in her eyes when you talk to her. No shady shit, now that you know how irresistible she is," said Leif playfully.

"Oh Leif, your woman is the most amazing woman to ever be in a wet t-shirt contest. Now we see why you are putting that shit on lock. Is that what you want to hear," joked Tanner.

Now all of his friends made fun of him playfully lobbing him with playful jabs.

He rewound the video. He'd seen Lynne's tits before, but it was just something about not being able to see them all the way, seeing them through that white t-shirt, and seeing her frolick with her friends, having a good time, being playful with her sensuality, and feeling comfortable, knowing that she would not be punished, hurt, or chastised by him for being silly and a bit sexual the way she'd been hurt throughout her life. He cherished that video.

He saved it to a special locked up on his phone, the same place he put the first naughty picture that Lynne had sent, with her fingers in her panties, masturbating a few nights ago.

He'd bought the app a few hours after she'd sent the picture. He wanted to save it, but he didn't want anything embarrassing to happen to any private, sexual pictures that his little wifey wanted to sent him. The app had a different password than his phone. If the wrong password was entered five times, the pictures were destroyed. The same if he registered his phone as stolen. And, most importantly, the app blocked other apps such as messaging and email from accessing the pictures, so he didn't accidentally send her dirty, naughty little pictures to anyone else.

They stayed private between man and wife, which was as it should be. Shit, he couldn't wait until she was really his.

This visit to Vinney was coming right on time.

***

Tanner pulled up into the driveway and flashed the headlights twice. That was indeed the signal. Vinney was so notorious, he often wouldn't even bother to check the door if he didn't know who was calling.

Since it was Leif who wanted Vinney, they let him do the banging on the door.

"What do you want! Thought the wedding was in a few days," he exclaimed.

"Yeah man, it is...but...we're out here having my bachelor party. We've had a lot of fun, but there's just one more thing that I need to seal the deal and make the night complete. You told me not to come back until I had something worth tattooing besides the music note, and the Sun God, and I listened to you. Well...now I think I got something. And I was wondering if you would...well...I belong to Lynney now, and I want you to...I want to..."

"He wants you to tattoo her name on his ass!" shouted Matthew, clearly stoned.

"Right on Bro! Sounds awesome. I'm a little upset though. You didn't ask me to come along for your Bachelor party," said Vinney.

"Hey Bro, I didn't plan it," said Leif looking at Matthew.

"It's alright. Looks like I'm part of the party anyway. Well, that's cool. I can set up the shop in the back for you. But first, how about having a few drinks on me," said Vinney.