So, if you’ve read my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11k413c/i_finally_fucked_my_bestfriend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button), the whole wedding has now gone and passed. And even if I didnt catch the bouquet, I know I’m going to be more than ok now.
Warning. Feelings. Ew.
Quick few notes. I became an improptu wedding planner and emcee at my bestfriend’s, G’s, reception. Because the original one we hired got sick. As one can imagine I was stressed beyond all belief. But one guy, let’s call him C, helped me through EVERYTHING. Even if I almost tore his dick off a few times out of stress induced rage. Also shouted and argued and said things people should never say to one another.
So to the story. Wedding was done. We packed up. Left. And we were on the way back to the hotel we were staying in. The whole ride C kept looking at me with a dumb smile on his face saying I did a good job. And I ignored it because at the time I felt it was patronizing and I was tired as all hell from the stress and all the emotions. I was literally a red light away from punching for praising me.