Nude Ceremony

Everyone watched as Chelsea started down the aisle. I could tell her knees were shaking. In fact, everyone probably could tell, because when her knees shook, her thighs and backside wriggled hypnotically. I could hear her sisters continuing to titter and giggle to each other, but they faded into the background as I watched Chelsea walk down the aisle.

As she reached the stage where I waited with the minister (an affable hippie who'd been ordained, and was thrilled with idea of a partial nudist wedding), I could see the blush through Chelsea's veil. She cast a glance at the photographer snapping away, clearly centering her in frame. I was so focused on Chelsea's nudity it took me a moment to realize the minister was already deep into his speech. I turned to him just in time for our part.

"Jason, do you take Chelsea to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He asked.

"I do." I said eagerly.

"And Chelsea, do you take Jason to be you lawfully wedding husband?" He asked.

"I... I do..." Chelsea stammered nervously.

"Then you may now kiss the naked bride!" The minister said.

I pulled Chelsea and rolled back her veil. I kissed her passionately as the crowd clapped. As we broke apart, I couldn't resist looking down. Sure enough, after our kiss, her nipples were rock hard, plainly visible to everyone as the applauded...