The Wedding

Some years back I was invited by an old friend to her wedding in the hills above Florence Italy. She had a room booked for me and asked if I would mind sharing with another friend of hers. I had no problem with that knowing I would only be there to sleep. My roommate turned out to be a colleague of hers from Cambridge University. Felt an instant connection to the guy. He was cocky, but oh so charming and funny. It turned out that his dad was an ambassador, so for the next couple of days, I got great access to everything. Long dinners and endless wine. Until we would stagger our way home singing something and laughing at everything. The day of the wedding came and I had to do a reading so some wine was again imbibed. A very large, impressive cathedral and even though the ceremony was in Italian, I still drunk cried a little. The reception that night was at a former monastery in the hills. Beautiful building with terraced gardens that were breathtaking. The food and drink were endless and by 11, everyone was feeling no pain. My hotel mate and I wandered all the way down to the bottom of a garden and found a stone fountain. Maybe it was the full moon and the hot night, but we decided we had to get in that fountain. Naked. tossing suits aside we climbed in and the water was waist high. Didn't count on slippery algae on the bottom causing a few dunks. It was ridiculously romantic. And we kissed for the first time. All the elements made it electric. One guest wandered down and saw us and reported back to the bride that there were two naked guys making out in the fountain. The bride knew who it was and told the guest to either join in or leave it alone. Some prankster decided to scatter our clothes. Couldn't find the underwear, but managed to wear enough to get back into town. Back in the room, and knowing we were leaving the next day, we did some epic lovemaking. To be continued.