The Wedding (Sequel to “The Prom”)
By Rachel and Jane

PART 1: The Proposal

5 years had passed since Rachel and Jane went to the prom and fell for one another. Rachel and Jane had been a couple ever since. The couple had moved to Canada and lived together.

Both of them wore gloves all the time. Since their Prom adventure, Rachel and Jane had about 40 gloves between them. Jane was now a personal trainer, she wore short leather gloves to work every day. She would wear them when lifting weights and even outside when she ran. On days she went swimming, she wore latex gloves. At home, she kept her gloves on and even slept with the gloves on.

Rachel was now a secretary and wore gloves too. She would wear short or forearm length gloves to work typing with them on, having lunch with them on (adding a pair of latex gloves over the leather gloves if she needed too). Rachel NEVER took her gloves off. She showered with them on, she ate with them on, she masturbated with them on, she refused to take them off.

When they went out, both Rachel and Jane would wear opera-length leather gloves from all colors (black, white, red, blue, green, brown etc.) When they got home, they took off everything but the gloves and made love to each other. Their gloves had become a part of them.

While at work one day, Rachel began to think about her and Jane’s future. She loved her and wanted to be together forever. As Rachel surfed through one of her favorite sites, LadiesinLeatherGloves.com, she came across a story entitled “Heather’s Diary.” Reading that story gave Rachel an idea. She smiled mischievously.

Meanwhile, Jane was working hard at the gym dealing with old single women trying to run away from old age. She was wearing her usual workout clothes with short black leather gloves. Jane too began to contemplate her future, but her train of thought was interrupted by her work. Randy at the front desk called for Jane telling her she had a phone-call. She picked up the phone with her short black leather gloves:

“Hello?”

“Hey baby!” Rachel said on the other end, “Whatcha up to?”

“Hi Rachel,” Jane said lethargically, “Just getting through another day and tuning out the old ladies’ insipid stories.”

“Listen, I’ve just been shopping, can you meet me for dinner tonight?”

“Sure that sounds fun. Wait, what you shopping for?”

“Gotta go, bye!”

Rachel hung up and Jane stood perplexed with the phone in her hand. She didn’t have time to think when she heard a small scream from inside the gym. One of the old ladies was dangling from the pulldown bar in mid air. “Oh my,” the old lady said slightly confused. Jane put her hand to her head to ease her headache.

Jane came home from the Gym tired and sweaty. She still had an hour before she was supposed to meet up with Rachel. So she removed her shoes and shorts. She pulled her shirt up and reached under her bra to feel her breasts with her soft black leather gloves still on. Her nipples were hard as she pulled off the bra. She fell onto the bed and began to caress her boobs. She squeezed them sighing at the feeling of warm leather over her skin.

She reached down into her panties and began to play with herself. She pointed to her pussy with her index and middle fingers covered with leather gloves. She began to massage her clit. She rubbed it long and hard as her eyes closed and her mouth opened to sigh as the tension melted away.

Ever since Prom, Jane never played with herself without wearing gloves. She no longer found pleasure in touching herself with her bare hands. She needed gloves on her hands in order to have an orgasm. Satin and latex gloves were nice when needed, but it was the leather gloves that really got her excited. She never masturbated without them.

Jane was enjoying herself. The soft warm feeling of leather intensified inside her wet vagina. Time seemed to just fly by as she played with herself, cumming three times. She lied down and relaxed with her leather hand still in her pussy. As she turned her head to look at the clock, she practically jumped out of bed. An hour had passed! Her girlfriend was waiting for her.

Jane quickly put her shorts and shoes back on and ran out the door. As she got in her car, she realized that she was really under-dressed for their night out. Not only was she still in her workout gear, she was sweaty, her panties were filled with cum, and her leather gloves even more so. She didn’t want to take the gloves off, but she couldn’t walk into the fine restaurant with cum-stained gloves.

At the next traffic light, Jane looked into the glove compartment (finally it lived up to its name) for the pair of red driving gloves she kept in there. However, they were nowhere to be found. Jane then remembered, “Crap, they’re at the dry-cleaners!” It looked like she was stuck with the gloves she had on. She couldn’t have dinner with her glove-loving girlfriend bare-handed, these would have to do.

Jane clumsily parked the car and ran into the Italian restaurant. She felt quite uncomfortable stepping into this fine restaurant looking the way she did. Older couples looked at her with disdain. She simply walked over to the table she knew her beautiful girlfriend would be at.

There she was: Rachel looked beautiful with her long brown hair in a perm, a small amount of makeup to make her look like a celebrity, a gorgeous red sleeveless dress, and to top it all off, a pair of beautiful opera-length black leather gloves. She held a glass of Champaign in her leather hand as she turned to see her girlfriend: Hair messed up, sweaty, wrinkled tank, and stained short leather gloves.

“Hey beautiful,” Rachel smiled to her girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry,” Jane said as she sat down opposite her lover, “I lost track of time and raced over here. I didn’t have time to change.”

“I can see that,” Rachel teased. “I ordered some Champaign for the table,” She began to pour Jane a glass as her long black leather gloves revealed themselves in the best light. “Have some.”

“Thanks Rach,” Jane said breathing heavily. She picked up the glass with her gloved hand only to have Rachel’s leather glove grab it.

“Your glove is covered with cum!” Rachel said in an audible voice. The people around them turned to see the two lesbians. Jane felt embarrassed. “Well I was going to wait until after dinner. Take the gloves off.”

Jane reluctantly removed the gloves to reveal her soft sweaty hands.

“I got something for you today,” Rachel pulled out a long white box with a bow on it. Obviously it had to have been a pair of gloves.

“Oh baby!” Jane put her hand to her chest, “You’re so good to me.” Jane put the box on the table and slowly pulled the top off. She lifted the tissue paper to reveal the most beautiful pair of opera-length white leather gloves she had ever seen, one on top of another. “Oh wow! Where did you get these gloves? How much did they cost?”

“Do you like them?” Rachel asked smiling?

“Hell yeah!” Jane laughed and picked up the first glove. “Can I put it on?”

“I insist!” Rachel gestured.

Jane pulled the glove on very slowly. The unlined leather felt soft and sensuous as it moved up her forearm, up her elbow, and past to her bicep. Her hand entered the glove, it was a perfect tight fit (Rachel knew her girlfriend’s glove size by now). Jane rubbed the glove until it fit snuggly on her hand and rubbed the rest of the glove up her arm until it was seamless. It was practically a second skin. Jane clenched her hand into a fist a few times.

“Beautiful glove. Thank you so much my love.”

“Try the other one,” Rachel pointed.

“Oh I will,” Jane teased as she picked up the other glove. She was about to put it on when she noticed something odd about this glove:

There was a golden wedding ring on the ring finger of the glove! *GASP* Jane’s face turned pale. She nearly stopped breathing when she realized what this was.

Rachel got up from the table and got down to one knee beside her girlfriend. She picked up the glove out of her hand and held it with the ring in plain sight.

“Jane,” Rachel said, “Ever since I met you, I knew you were beautiful. These past few years together have been the best of my life. I want you to be mine forever.”

A tear ran down Jane’s eye.

“Jane Crosby,” Rachel said nervously, “Will you marry me?”

By now, everyone in the restaurant’s attention was fixed on the proposal. There was a sound in the room. This made Jane even more nervous as she looked around the room. Then she looked at her girlfriend beside her. For all the boys she had dated before dating Rachel, she could not see herself spending the rest of her life with any of them. But this girl, even the same gender as she, was the only one she could see growing old with. All the fears that had stopped her from proposing herself (worrying how difficult and discriminatory it might be having a lesbian wife) disintegrated. All she saw holding that glove was her soulmate.

“Jane?” Rachel brought her attention back.

She fought back tears as she dropped down to her own knees and embraced her girlfriend, “Yes! Yes I will!” Rachel sighed in sheer delight. The two of them kissed passionately. They were encouraged by sounds of applause echoing throughout the restaurant.

“Give me that glove!” Jane said as she quickly fit the long white leather glove over her arm, straitening out the ring. With both of her arms now covered with long leather gloves, she remembered she had seen this story before: “Did you get this idea from Ladies in Leather Gloves?”

“Guilty as charged,” Rachel acquiesced.

Jane sighed, “I love you.”

“I love you too my hot gloved fiancée!”

to be continued…