Liz bails, and I pull it out. And so does Michelle!

Michelle reached a hand across the table toward Matt. "Don't say anything. Just show me you want me and you care," she said.

Matt still seemed at a loss. "But what..." he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.

"Michelle, is this fair?" Liz asked.

"I need to know he isn't BSing me on our wedding day!" Michelle said. "If you're not going to help, stay out of it!" Her ears and cheeks went pink.

"Fine!" Liz said. "I will. I'm going to go get dressed." She left, not quite slamming the door.

Michelle looked back at Matt. "Do you need someone to 'show' you what I need?" Michelle turned to me. "Okay, I think we have time. Help me out?" She reached for the hem of her sweater. "Unless...Matt?"

"Michelle, please," Matt said.

"Okay then," Michelle said. She reached out for me.

I caught her by the wrist. "Michelle, I don't think this is the time or the place," I said. "And I don't see any agreement here." I nodded toward Matt.

Matt stepped up to Michelle and took her in his arms. "Shell, I love you. I want to marry you."

Michelle struggled free and lit into Matt. "And what about that dancer you were bragging about?" she asked. "Where does SHE fit into the picture? And how DARE you tell people I'm frigid!"

Matt got down on his knees. "Shell, she's nothing. Nothing. I'll never do that to you again. And I promise you that even if I couldn't give you everything you need in bed, we'll get you whatever it takes. Whoever it takes."

"Even...?" Michelle sniffed.

"Even if we need to bring this lunk on the honeymoon to give me lessons," Matt said.

Michelle sobbed. "Oh Matt," she said. She took his hand and lifted him to his feet. They kissed and wrapped themselves around each other.

Without any pause, they moved from hugs and kisses into a pretty heavy make-out session right in front of the couch where I was sitting. Their kiss went on to lip-lock, some giggly little tongue stuff, and then to full-on tongue fucking of each other's mouths. The hug went on to hands running all over each other's bodies and winding up right in the no-no-zones. Without breaking their kiss, Matt had managed to get one hand down Michelle's slacks and one up under her blouse. Michelle had simply opened Matt's pants and pulled out his cock, and was squeezing it and sliding the foreskin up and down over the head. I had never gotten a good look at Matt's hard cock before, and I was surprised to see how long and thin his shaft was. It was plenty long, but maybe it was too thin to give Michelle a good ride.

When I saw Matt get ready to pull down Michelle's pants, I finally snapped out of it and looked at the time. "Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Heisner," I said. "Time to go get dressed for your wedding."

They ignored me.