The Garter Ceremony.

The story could go in lots of directions.
  • After the garter throwing, she also throws her brassiere (fished out of her dress without taking it off), shoes, her actual stockings, one at a time ... and it turns into a striptease show, maybe a fan dance. The bride is a stripper, and lots of the guests are in the sex industry. There's a post-wedding orgy. Maybe the point of view character isn't in the sex biz, and didn't expect it, and doesn't know what to do.
  • The bride shows too much. Namely, a penis. Turns out she's a crossdresser or trans. Audience reaction is mixed.
  • The bride's ex is in the audience. (He was invited, she still likes him and the groom doesn't know they were once romantic.) It inspires him to remember their happy, sexy times. In the end, he dances with her and wishes her well, then sneaks into the men's room to jerk off.
Etc.

-Annie
 
The story could go in lots of directions.
  • After the garter throwing, she also throws her brassiere (fished out of her dress without taking it off), shoes, her actual stockings, one at a time ... and it turns into a striptease show, maybe a fan dance. The bride is a stripper, and lots of the guests are in the sex industry. There's a post-wedding orgy. Maybe the point of view character isn't in the sex biz, and didn't expect it, and doesn't know what to do.
  • The bride shows too much. Namely, a penis. Turns out she's a crossdresser or trans. Audience reaction is mixed.
  • The bride's ex is in the audience. (He was invited, she still likes him and the groom doesn't know they were once romantic.) It inspires him to remember their happy, sexy times. In the end, he dances with her and wishes her well, then sneaks into the men's room to jerk off.
Etc.

-Annie
DAMN! That is very hot!
 
The bride's fingers shift by accident (?)...and instead of the garter shooting forward towards the grooms men, it slingshots the opposite direction towards the bride's maids. The one that catches it was actually the brides first kiss and experience with girl/girl romance at college.
 
Wedding guest catches the garter, tucks it in his pocket, tried to forget about it but he can't. The bride, who hardly knows, becomes his obsession. He imagines her in his partner's place when he makes love. He fantasizes about her when he masturbates, holding the garter to his lips of course and imagining her scent on it.

He pursues her subtly, then aggressively. She cheats with him and eventually agrees to leave her husband for him. Then, at their wedding ceremony, he retrieves her garter and flings it into the crowd. The guy who catches it is excited, overjoyed in fact. The new groom sees this and is filled with foreboding. Now he can't trust her or stop imagining her cheating on him.
 
This will date me, back to "the bad old" days of gender roles and patriarchy and sexism and misogyny, but we had 'em at our senior proms and from the planning (the girls would get a small charm on it with the date--choosing the charm was apparently something that required considerable thought) and the laughter during and after, I am confident I wasn't the only one having a wonderful, memorable experience.

For the benefit of those who haven't examined the archeological record, there was no throwing involved. The emcee would invite couples to the dance floor with a chair, the girls would hike up their gowns (yes, it was towns and tuxes) and the boys would take as long as possible to slip it down her stockinged leg--and it always got snagged on the heel of her shoe, no matter how slick we thought we were. The girls would stand up, take it from their boys and put it on his bicep, over the jacket, to be worn the rest of the night.

It wasn't mandatory to participate, but your street cred would be zero if your date didn't "yield." The next day, every guy with his own car would dangle it from his rearview mirror in full sight for as long as the giver was still his girl. Failure to do this would have been worse than not having a car in the first place (you didn't do this to a family car); your date wouldn't have let you see the next sunrise.
 
When I described this to my own daughter on the occasion of her prom, she was increasingly horrified at every succeeding word.

And I mean watching her cat being vivisected could not have put a more dreadful look on her face.

The fact that I remembered (a) such detail despite the passage of time and (b) with such obvious pleasure in the recollection was NOT a good daddy's sighted experience. (Mom passed away years earlier, so there was no one to defend me or side with her. Mom was a good bit younger than me and didn't go to any proms [don't ask], so I have no idea if I saw one of the last iterations of this ceremony.
 
I caught the garter at a wedding reception and had to place it on the leg of the girl who caught the bouquet. The DJ said the higher on her leg I placed the garter, the more luck the couple would have. I kept going until my fingers brushed up against her panties. She got a look of shock on her face and quickly stopped me. However, later when she was on the dance floor with her boyfriend, our eyes locked and she had a glimmer in her eye. I knew she was turned on by me touching her panty-covered pussy.
 
How did she react?
Hah! She assured me that in our nonhetereonormative utopia of 2024 that these practices and rituals went out with her generation's (Z) invention of sex.

And so they have, apparently, unless there is some isolated community, likely in the midwest, where time stopped before the enlightenment.

I get that a boy (basically) looking up a girl's dress and seeing things she put on in the privacy of her own bedroom (for a mutual thrill, I hasten to add--maybe the girls of my time were all incredible actresses, but not a one seemed anything less than enthusiastic) is not inclusive nor modern in any way.

But anyone who tries to tell me we're better off that this doesn't happen any more isn't even in the forest, much less barking up the wrong tree.

So I ask the women in particular here: Offensive or endearing?
 
The emcee would invite couples to the dance floor with a chair, the girls would hike up their gowns (yes, it was towns and tuxes) and the boys would take as long as possible to slip it down her stockinged leg
That actually sounds like a spicy fun ritual. But I would have been watching from along the gym wall, eaten up by envy since I didn't have a date.
 
That actually sounds like a spicy fun ritual. But I would have been watching from along the gym wall, eaten up by envy since I didn't have a date.
TBH, as thrilled as I was to benefit from it, I was a bit surprised at how normal it was to the adults. (My GF's mom made a few jokes about it in the days that followed). These were the same adults who were scolding and suspicious, etc., just days earlier. That part was weird.
 
  • The bride shows too much. Namely, a penis. Turns out she's a crossdresser or trans. Audience reaction is mixed.
  • The bride's ex is in the audience. (He was invited, she still likes him and the groom doesn't know they were once romantic.) It inspires him to remember their happy, sexy times. In the end, he dances with her and wishes her well, then sneaks into the men's room to jerk off.

I wonder if a mix of these two would be hot. A guest who is maybe the only one to notice the little flash of a bulge in the bride's panties catches the garter, is inspired, dances with her, then sneaks off to jerk off with the garter. Maybe it inspires him to explore his own feminine side a bit
 
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