The reception

We arrived at the hotel and walked to the banquet room. Apparently, the limo driver took the long way there to let us smooch more, because about half the guests were already there.

The reception went off well. The food was good, the bar was open (thanks, Mr. Heisner), and the talk was rampant. Mr. Reisman’s father-of-the-bride speech was the usual mix of heart-felt emotion and funny family stories. My own speech was pretty funny (at least, they all laughed) as I poked gently at Matt and Michelle and made light of dating her in high school. I congratulated them and wished them a very happy life.

All through the party, Liz and Dani traded back and forth with flirting with me. They never did so in the company of the other, but it seemed like they were double-teaming me. They both were very desirable, but Dani had a special place in my heart, er, well, maybe my groin.

When the dancing started, first the bride and groom danced, then the bride and her father, and then all the wedding party. I had taken dance lessons for a couple months beforehand, so I was able to hold my own with Liz. We continued to flirt outrageously. The next song I danced with the other bride’s maid, and then I danced with Dani.

The band started playing a slow song, so I took the opportunity to hold Dani close and whisper into her ear. “You are looking very lovely tonight. That dress really brings out the color of your eyes.” I knew it was a lame attempt, but one that she’d probably like.

“Why, thank you. And you’re a pretty good dancer. I bet you know all sorts of dances,” she replied.

“I’ve had a few lessons,” I said.

“Well, do you know the Horizontal Mambo?” she asked, and I could tell she was grinning. It was just like Dani to be that brazen. I decided that now was the time, and I would be just shameless.

“Why, yes, but I’m looking for a dance partner. Would you like to learn the steps?”

“Oh, Sweetie!” she squealed, hugging me tighter than she had been. “That’s the best proposition I’ve had all night! I’d love to.” She pulled back from my shoulder and kissed me on the lips, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

I broke off the kiss quickly for I didn’t want anyone knowing what was going on, especially Liz and Michelle. “Do you have your extra key card to your room with you?”

“Yes, it’s in my purse back at the table,” she answered. “I’ll slip it to you later. It’s Room 833.”

We finished the dance after more flirting. At this point, I retired back to the head table and had more to champagne. I found a waiter and ordered some coffee. I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight, if I was going to visit both Dani and Liz.

After the next song, the bridal party returned to the table. It was time for cake. We all watched Michelle and Matt cutting the cake, and Dani sidled up to me and slipped an arm into mine and her hand into my pocket. “There’s the key. I’ll see you sometime after the reception,” she whispered. After the cake was doled out, I returned to the table to eat it.