It was so. Just not quite in the classic (porn) version. This was in the early 90s. A guy and a girl, actors from one of the provincial theaters, decided to get married. Both were already closer to 30. They celebrated their wedding in the city where their theater was located, after which they came to the bride’s homeland to repeat the celebration with relatives and friends of the newlywed. At that time, I was hanging out with a girl who was a classmate of the bride and that’s how I ended up at this wedding. At that time I was handsome, young, perky, not without wit and ease of communication. And having strengthened all these qualities with alcoholic libations, I simply couldn’t hold back my courage.

Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending.