They were young and good looking. Getting married. He tapped the glass to make a speech and thank his guests before they cut the cake. He wore one of his grandpa's old ties. It was a tribute to his late grandfather, but also hip. She wore a simple but elegant gown. It was sleeveless and the guests, especially her parents and the older crowd, all noticed that she didn't shave under her arms. People glanced, and tried to look like they weren't looking.
During the dancing in the reception, there was more flashes of her underarms. With wine and dancing, she was a little sweaty. She looked both elegant and truly sexual. All of us couldn't help but notice, and couldn't help but think of her naked that night, having sex on the honeymoon. He was a lucky groom. She was so lovely, and so much the sudden painful yearning of something we wanted, but could never have.
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