What's he doing here?

I looked away from John's penis and back up toward his face.

"John, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting dressed with Gary? Shouldn't you be... dressed?"

I glanced back down at his penis, which he then reached down and idly stroked a couple times. It twitched a little as it began to swell slowly. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before looking back up at his easygoing smile. Classic John, never taking anything seriously.

"Sorry Mary, I just couldn't wait to see you in your wedding dress. You look amazing."

He reached down to cup my face with one hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my cheek. I blushed and looked away. I've never been big on physical contact, especially without being asked first. There's really only two people I ever allow to touch me without asking. The first is Gary, because he has spent years earning my trust and putting in the work to be able to tell when I'm in the mood for touch, and because when he misjudges that, he always apologizes for the misunderstanding and respects my "no." The second is John because, well, that's just how he is. At first I found it just as offputting as when any other guy touches me without my consent, but I gave him a chance at Gary's insistence. Eventually I came to realize that he's not really one of those creepy touchy guys, he's just one of those people who does everything in his own unique way. In this case, his unique way of doing showing affection for me happened to involve cupping my face and looking lovingly into my eyes, and I thought that was quite sweet.

Granted, his gaze soon drifted down to my cleavage, but it was still sweet. Just in that unusual John Doe way.