Sarah and Kevin 18

Sarah started getting ready for the wedding. Mark was supposed to pick her up at one o'clock. She could hear her musicians moving around downstairs. She smiled to herself. God, am I lucky or what? Other than having to fight Peter off, this experiment is going pretty well.

She went into the bathroom and plugged in her curling iron. While she waited for it to heat up, she put on her make up. Uninvited, a thought popped into her head. I wish Kevin was taking me to this wedding instead of Mark. She blinked at her reflection. Yeah, I really do. What would it be like to have Kevin's arms around her as they slow-danced? To feel his hands against her body? A familiar tingle ran through her. She sighed and brushed her hair.

When she was finally dressed and her hair was piled and pinned and curled, she looked at herself in the full length mirror by the closet. I look alright. She smiled at herself. I wonder what Kevin will say when he sees me. Her face turned red at the intruding thought. She took a deep breath and went downstairs.

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Although he had heard her walking around upstairs, Kevin did not see Sarah until about one o'clock on Saturday. He heard her walking down her stairs and so he nonchalantly made his way into the living room so he would be around when she came out.

When Sarah stepped into the living room, Kevin's mouth went completely dry.

"Whoa," he said.

She was wearing a black suit jacket with a red satin blouse underneath and a skirt that stopped about three inches above her knees. She had on black nylons and high heeled black sandals. She wore a black pearl necklace and her hair was pulled back into a roll and pinned in place with a black and red comb. A strand of hair at each of her temples was loose so it hung to her shoulders. Her lipstick was red and her eyes were made up much more than usual. She still wore her glasses. She blushed as Kevin looked her up and down.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a smile and walked into the kitchen. The heels made her legs look awesome.

Peter, Scott and Tom came up from the basement and came into the kitchen. All three of them wolf-whistled at her and she blushed clear to her hairline.

Peter stepped over to her and took her hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it. "You are beautiful," he said and kissed her hand again.

"Well, thank you," she said. Peter still had her hand against his lips when Mark walked in.

His face turned as red as Sarah's. "Are you ready or do you have something to take care of before you go?" Mark snapped.

"I'm not going to grace that with an answer. Goodbye you guys."

"Bye" they said. Mark turned and gave them all a black look before following her out the door.

Peter started laughing after the door closed. "What an asshole." They all laughed and nodded in agreement.