The Wedding Shower
While gaily giggling, the girls stripped to their garters and g-strings. On fluffy pillows they frolicked and pounced. Their teasing touches turned on coy smiles.
“So when do you girls get naked?” I asked.
“Oh, we’re not the ones getting naked, you are” replied one of the girls. “That’s why we invited you guys. We couldn’t afford professional strippers.”
My imagination snapped back to reality. I was lounging in the rocking chair, snapping pictures of candid instants. The coed wedding shower was sprinkled in the living room. Lis was on the couch, opening up her presents.
“Oh, towels! Just what I needed!”
She held up a set of soft purple towels. The crowd crooned oohs and aahs.
“Put them on! Put them on!” chanted a guy. She threw them over her shoulder.
“No, no. Wear them! Just the towels and nothing else!”
All of the girls sighed at this display of juvenile male behavior. Her sister handed her another large box. She tore it open.
“Oh look, more towels!”
She held up a set of soft purple towels. The crowd crooned oohs and ahhs.
“Wow, you’re going to be very clean,” observed another guy.
“You can never have too many towels,” Lis replied. She rummaged through the box. “And see, there is a complete set here. Hand towels, face towels. These are all very useful.”
I snapped a few pictures of her two proud sets. She was draped in purple.
“Here’s another box,” her sister said. Lis took it and pulled off its ribbons.
“Oh. Look. More towels.”
She held up a set of soft white towels. The crowd looked on silently.
“But oh, these are extra soft!” Lis ran her fingers through the fabric. “Oh! I know these!” She turned to a friend. “You remembered me talking about these? I had wanted these!”
Her friend beamed. “Yea, I knew you’d like those.”
“Wow, feel how soft!” Lis passed around to hand towels. Everyone squished and squashed the towels. They crooned oohs and aahs.
One of her friends handed me a towel. “Hey, these are soft!” I declared. I held it up to my nose and honked in it, pretending to blow my nose.
“Ew, you’re going to have to wash that one,” stated another girl, unimpressed with another display of juvenile male behavior.
I silently passed the towel along and snapped a few more pictures.
“Well, that’s all the presents” announced her sister.
“Thanks everyone!” Lis beamed.
“So, do you girls get naked now?” I asked again.
The girls sighed. I turned to my camera and looked through its lens.
Through the lens, the girls gaily giggled and stripped to their garters and g-strings. On fluffy pillows they frolicked and pounced; their teasing touches turning on coy smiles.
What do you do at wedding showers?
