I stood quietly at the edge of the gardens, near the red rose bushes. It would be improper of me, an unmarried maiden, to engage in too much of the festivities.
My mother had prepared the dress I was wearing. Actually, the dress my sister wore was also prepared by mother. She had to make sure that we were beautiful while remaining proper and pure, taking it upon her to dress us for every major occasion.
I was actually surprised at what my mother chose for me that day, it was a red corset dress with long sleeves. The beading embroidered on the dress was magnificent, I could only imagine how much money she paid for it.
The red color complimented my waist length brown hair and delicate white skin.
I was glad that I had more of my fathers genetics. While both of my parents were good looking, my fathers side had the well-known Moresi beauty.
My sister looked a lot like my mother. Both women were pretty, but they had shorter hair, slightly more squared faces, and less curvaceous bodies.
I on the other hand seemed to be blessed by Aphrodite herself. A body only fit to be posted on the cover of every porn magazine ever. And due to this, my mother put in a lot of effort to hide the natural seductiveness of my figure with carefully chosen clothing.
My sister approached me while I was standing alone, making sure to drag Christian over.
"Ah my favorite little sister, Leslie. I'm so happy that you are here to celebrate my and Christians big day!!", she wrapped her arm around Christians, showing him off as if he was a puppy or something.
I swear if it wasn't for the Moresi tenets, my sister would openly hate me. I think she was jealous of my looks since we were both children, but she was never able to be open about it.
Instead she chose these interesting ways of trying to get under my skin, such as trying to rub it in my face that she gets to marry such a handsome and rich man.
Christian didn't say much, only giving me a polite nod, but I saw the flames of desire that he was trying so hard to reign back.
I quickly curtsied to Christian and my sister, putting my best 'innocent and pure girl' smile.
"My dearest sister, I am so happy for you and Christian. I have prayed for your engagement at this past Sunday's Mass, and am sure that God will watch over you both".
I, in fact, never once prayed for my sister. These were just the words that Leslie Moresi was expected to say.
I had spent my entire lifetime crafting this persona of mine, never once stepping out of line. The Bishop at our church had even complimented my mother on raising such a virtuous daughter.
Christian coughed, choking on his drink when he heard my words.
Morgan immediately turned to look at him, trying to help him by gently patting his back.
While she wasn't looking I made eye contact with Christian, as he stared at me intently.
I bit my bottom lip and used my eyes to flirt with him, flashing an extremely seductive smile. He followed my eyes as I glanced down to the zipper on his pants, licking my lips.
All of this happened in the span of a few seconds.
As soon as I saw the shock in his eyes, I turned back to my 'innocent girl' persona and ran over to one of the tables to grab a napkin, handing it to Morgan, who handed it to Christian.
He coughed a few more times, "Thank you, I'm okay now. Sorry if I startled you", he said.
Morgan blushed at his words but didn't reply. Mother taught her how to act demure, and Morgan fully embraced the teachings, as she always did.
As the night progressed, Morgan was called away by mother to chat with some of the older ladies. This gave Christian some much wanted freedom and solitude , and I watched him walk further into the garden, to where the tall rose bushes were.
He sat down on a marble bench, trying to catch a moment of peace from the crowds and being paraded around.
I took the opportunity to slip away from the party, heading toward the house. I made sure mother saw me going inside before I hopped through an open window and ran to where Christian was sitting.
I approached him quietly, my heart racing from excitement. I could feel my body heat up from all of the dirty thoughts I had playing in my head.
When he finally noticed me approaching, I saw him swallow, causing his Adams apple to move up and down.
"Leslie?", he asked hoarsely.
I ran over and covered his mouth with my hand, then sat down on his lap, leaning over to his ear.
"Christian, do you want me?"
I whispered those words softly, releasing my full seductive nature that I've been suppressing all this time.
Christian sat there stiffly, unsure on how to reply. But I had already gotten my answer.
Sitting on his lap, I felt his manhood fight to break out the pants that were restraining it.
I slowly began to spin my hips in a circular motion while on his lap, causing Christian to take a deep breath.
I took my hands and ran my fingers through his hair, tracing the features on his face down to his chest.
"Well? I'll ask once more... Christian, do you want me?", I asked while drawing circles on his shirt with my finger.
This time he couldn't restrain himself and hoarsely replied, "Yes".
I was still swinging my hips, rubbing against his erection, when I leaned over slowly to place my lips on his.
The moment my lips touched his, I felt the beast inside of him awaken. He grabbed me with his hands and began to passionately kiss me, as if I was the only source of water in a dry desert.
The feeling was incredible, and soon I felt his tongue enter my mouth, dancing around mine.