Alas para una noche

I was leaning against the bar inside that ridiculous tent when our eyes locked again. My heart slammed against my ribs like someone had yanked a string inside me. Artem. The same Artem from tenth grade, except now he had a hint of stubble and a look that sent goosebumps racing down my skin. He smiled with the corner of his mouth, and I felt my nipples harden instantly beneath the thin silk of my dress.

"Didn't think you'd show," I breathed out as he stepped way too close. His fingers grazed my waist, pretending to fix a strap that hadn't fallen at all.

"And I thought you'd be wearing that same green dress from prom. But this... wow. You're glowing now, Lera."

We both knew we weren't talking about the dress. That familiar tension hung in the air between us, the kind that dries out your mouth. The wedding was roaring somewhere behind us—laughter, music, clinking glasses. But we stood in the half-darkness against the far wall of the tent, his breath already ghosting across my neck.

"This doesn't mean anything, right?" I whispered, staring straight into his eyes.

"Absolutely nothing," he said with that same boyish grin that always made my knees buckle. "Just two grown-ups who happened to be at the same wedding and... remembered old times."

His palm landed on my lower back. Hot. Firm. I pressed closer without thinking, feeling his cock already hardening beneath the thin fabric of his slacks. We both froze for a second, just staring. Then Artem leaned in, his lips nearly brushing my ear.

"Want me to tell you a fairy tale about a fairy?" he asked quietly.

"What kind of fairy?" I laughed softly, but my voice cracked.

"The kind that leaves behind pollen that drives everyone crazy. And the guy who caught her in a net made of his own hands."

I didn't get to answer. His fingers had already slipped lower, under the hem of my dress, finding bare skin on my thigh. I gasped but didn't pull away. Instead, I pressed into him harder, feeling his stiff cock dig into my stomach.

"Artem... someone could see us..." I whispered, even as I unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"Then let's find a place where fairies aren't afraid to spread their wings," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd.

We practically ran down the path behind the tent until we reached a small gazebo wrapped in ivy, lit only by a string of fairy lights. He pressed me back against the wooden pillar. Our lips finally met—hot, hungry, with a hint of laughter because we both knew how insane this was.

"You're still such a little firecracker," he murmured between kisses, sliding the straps of my dress down. My tits spilled out, nipples already hard and aching. Artem dipped his head and dragged his tongue across one, then the other. I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair.

"And you're still such an... arrogant bastard," I breathed out, reaching for his belt. His zipper came down with a soft hiss. His cock sprang out—thick, hot, the head already slick. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly up and down. Artem growled into my neck.

"Lera... fuck... you're killing me."

He grabbed me under the thighs and sat me on the wide wooden railing of the gazebo. My dress bunched up around my waist. I spread my legs myself, feeling how wet I already was, slick running down the inside of my thighs. His fingers found my soaked slit immediately, circling my clit with practiced pressure. I arched back, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"I want you inside me," I gasped against his lips. "Right now."

"Say it again, my little fairy," he smiled, but his eyes were dark with hunger.

"Fuck me, Artem. Deep. So I remember this for a week."

He pushed in with one long, slow thrust. We both froze, adjusting. His cock stretched me so perfectly that I let out a soft whimper. Then he started to move—slow, deep, like he was savoring every second. Every time he bottomed out, I felt the head of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside me. My breath came in ragged bursts. The string of lights above us swayed with the rhythm of our bodies.

"Look at me," he whispered. I lifted my eyes. His gaze was so intense I nearly came right then. He sped up, one hand gripping my ass, the other working my clit. Waves of pleasure built higher and higher.

"I'm... I'm about to..." I couldn't finish. The orgasm crashed over me—sharp, sweet, making me clench around his cock. I bit my lip to keep from screaming across the whole wedding. Artem kept thrusting, drawing out my pleasure, until he tensed up and spilled deep inside me with a hot rush of cum.

We froze, panting. He didn't pull out right away. Just pressed his forehead to mine. Neither of us spoke. Only our breathing—his and mine—filled the quiet night. Somewhere in the distance, music played and people laughed. But we just stood there, wrapped in each other, listening to our hearts pound. A night that meant nothing. And yet, somehow, everything.

He kissed my temple softly. I smiled into the darkness, feeling invisible magic pollen still drifting across my skin.