Keywords: MF, FF, MMF Part: 1 through 4 complete Author: Knave of Hearts
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
My Best Friend's Wedding
Day 1: Jules lay on her hotel bed, her curly auburn hair splayed across
her pillow. Her fingertips drew small circles over her aching clit. A
warm glow spread though out her tired body. She had been on a book tour
for the last several weeks and was starting to feel a bit road weary.
In her mind, she fantasized about Michael, her boyfriend. The
image of his tall, muscular body, his hard cock stark white in contrast to
his body's dark tan, enveloped her. Jules opened her mouth to accept her
dream's phantom cock, her free hand pinching one of her taut nipples. The
fantasy seemed so real.
Her body stiffened and she clamped her legs together, trapping her
fingers in her as she came. As the last tremors faded away, she
stretched on top of her sheets and sighed. Fantasies were a poor
substitute for the real thing.
Jules stood and went into the bathroom. Standing in front of the
full-length mirror she turned and admired herself. She stood five feet
nine inches tall in her bare feet. The height helped her carry her figure
and she carefully weighed her full and her toned, rounded hips.
She didn't fit into the current "skinny with big tits" style of beauty, but
she didn't care. She was occupied examining her large, coral pink nipples,
considering another round of self-pleasure, when the phone rang.
Jules flipped her long curly hair out of the way as she ran to answer
the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jules? It's me, Michael."
Laughing like a little girl, she jumped on to the bed, her heart
soaring. "You know, I was just thinking about you," she said.
They had been lovers during their junior and senior years in college.
Young and horny, they had let their imaginations lead them through a wide
range of sexual exploration in their short time together. Their affair had
been intense, almost all consuming in its physical passion but they had
split before graduation to seek separate careers. Through the years, they
had remained best friends despite the job pressures and time apart.
Although it had been several months since they'd spoken, Jules wasted no
time starting to chat about her book tour and gossip about mutual friends
until Michael uncharacteristically interrupted her.
"Jules. There's something I need to tell you." Michael sounded a bit
more urgent than his carefree personality usually allowed.
Jules chuckled as she rolled off the bed and walked to the mirror over
the dresser, holding the phone. Gathering her hair behind her neck, she
admired herself in the mirror. Jules walked back toward the bed watching
her ass in the mirror.
"Mikey, you sound all serious."
He took a deep breath. His voice came in a rush.
"I met someone. We're getting married."
Jules' brain froze. She walked into the bed and banged her shin,
dropping the phone on her foot in the process.
"Shit!"
Frantically pulling herself together, Jules scrambled to pick up the
phone receiver.
"Jules! Jules, are you OK?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm still here," Jules said as her eyes watered.
"The wedding's at the end of the week. Her name is Iris. She's a
broadcast journalism student UVa. Oh Jules, you'll love her. We met at
the Virginia - Virginia Tech game last year. It's been like riding a
whirlwind ever since." Jules heart sank as Mike gushed on and on about his
impending marriage.
"And Jules, you have to come and be here with me. I can't get without my best friend."
Cold anger replaced her despair. "I'll be there Michael. I promise."
Jules hung up the phone and picked herself off the floor. She walked
into the bathroom in a daze. Looking at herself in the mirror, she put her
hands on her hips.
"Oh, I'll be there alright. He can't marry some bimbo. He
won't. He loves me. He's always loved me. I just have to open his eyes
and make him see the truth."
She brushed the hair out of her face and lit a cigarette.
"Whoever she is, that poor doesn't stand a chance."
=)0(The next morning, Jules flew to Richmond. Stepping off of the jet
way she straightened her blazer and scanned the crowd. She saw Michael on
the other side of the crowd, standing anxiously beside a newspaper machine.
A smile crept across her face.
"Six foot two and eyes of blue," she sang to herself as she headed in
his direction.
He was tall and tan, just like she'd remembered. Dressed in a rumpled
work and faded blue jeans, he looked more like a construction worker
than the investment banker that he was. Jules guessed that the slender
young woman standing next to him was Iris and she slowed her pace to study
her rival.
Iris was and cute, the top of her head barely reaching Michael's
shoulder. She had long straight hair and a deep even tan. "Country
club queen," Jules thought to herself. She noted that Michael's fiancé
wore hip hugger jeans and tight Lycra halter under an white dress knotted to show off her pierced belly button. The girl's look screamed
"high school cheerleader."
Jules smelled victory. She had debated with herself for hours before
deciding what to wear. After trying and rejecting the bustier and
miniskirt look ("too slutty") and a mauve silk pantsuit ("I look like an
aging lesbian"), Jules had settled on a light blue, double-breasted jacket
and skirt. Turning around in the mirror, she had made sure that the suit
showed just enough to assure Michael that she wasn't sagging and
enough leg to show him that she still had muscle tone.
Now, looking at Iris, she knew that she had made the right choice. She
was the embodiment of elegance and grace and she was going to wipe 'Miss
Spice Girl' right out of the picture.
"Michael, it's so good of you to meet me," Jules said as she wrapped
herself around her ex-lover.
She pressed her against his hard chest and was rewarded when she
felt his groin twitch against her belly. Breaking the tantalizing contact,
Jules turned to the younger woman before Michael had a chance to speak.
"And this must be Iris. I've been dying to meet you."
After Michael had managed a self-conscious introduction, Iris had
started chatting as if she was Jules' long lost friend. While Michael
grabbed Jules' luggage, Iris took Jules by the hand and led her to the
parking garage. They got into Iris' car as she talked a mile-a-minute
about dress fittings, floral arrangements, and other wedding details.
Jules looked over her shoulder at Michael but he was in the back seat of
the car smiling as if all were going according to his plan. Steeling
herself for the task at hand, she reminded herself that she was here to get
Michael back and if she lost, she lost him forever.
Suddenly, Jules' attention snapped back to Iris' one-sided conversation.
Jules realized that she had been asked a question.
"Excuse me?" she leaned closer to Iris as if she hadn't heard what had
been said.
"I just asked if you'd be my Maid of Honor." Jules, stunned to silence,
looked back at Michael but he was still grinning like an idiot. Iris
continued without missing a beat.
"I mean. . . my only two female relatives under the age of 50 are my
cousins. Manny and Fanny, the vengeful sluts from Texas." Iris took the
exit ramp at full speed and then looked at Jules. "Please say that you
will. It would mean so much to Michael and me to have you as part of the
wedding ceremony."
Jules numbly nodded her head while her mind raced to come up with a way
to use this new development to her advantage. While Jules was busy
thinking, Iris took them directly to a fashionable dress shop.
Michael sat watching as Iris flitted around helping Jules into a gown.
Jules stood, impotent and trapped by the seamstress' pins, while Iris and
Michael sat at her feet and cooed over each other. It was almost enough to
make her sick.
Having been pinned and chalked into her new bridesmaid's gown, Jules
retired to the changing room to carefully slip out of the dress and back
into her own clothes. She had just finished arranging the gown on its
hanger and was sitting on a stool, dressed in nothing but her and
garters. There was a soft knock on the door, but before she could say
anything, Michael stuck his head into the changing room.
"Hey Jules," he stopped as if suddenly realizing that he was talking to
a half naked woman. More than that, she was a beautiful half naked woman.
His cock swelled. Michael stepped inside the room, quickly closing the
door behind him.
"Uhhh. Hey I'm sorry to barge in like this." He struggled to keep from
staring at her large coral tipped breasts. "I've got to go back to my
parent's house. I. . .uh, just wanted to tell you that Iris would bring
you over so that you could say hi to the family."
Jules gave him a smoldering look. She decided to give him a better
look. Standing, she put one foot on the stool and leaned over to pick up
her shoe by its strap. A smile twitched across her lips as she saw his
eyes frantically shifting between her D cups swaying in front of him and
her firm ass displayed the mirror. After giving him a good look, Jules
straightened and smoothed her garter straps against her thighs. She
stepped toward him, closer but still out of arms reach. She stood up
straight and drew her shoulders back, accentuating her breasts.
"Sure thing, Michael. I'm sure that Iris and I will be just fine
together." She took another step toward him; anxious to see if he would
reach out and touch her, but he only nodded and left the room like a scared
rabbit.
Staring at the closed door, Michael's obvious interest in her body gave
her the idea she had been struggling for. She would win him back the fashioned way. With sex. First she'd get close to Iris. Then she'd run
her off. Iris would leave. Michael would see that he had always loved
her. And she would have her back. And they would all live happily ever
after.
With that idea rolling around in her head, Jules returned to the fitting
room to help Iris with the final adjustments to her wedding gown. Iris had
endured the same plucking and pinning as Jules and now the needed help extracting herself from the expensive lace and satin without
getting stuck or losing a pin.
Helping Iris off the fitting room's dais, Jules shooed the seamstress
out of the changing room. "I'll take care of my bride, thank you."
Alone for the first time since they'd met, Jules flashed Iris a big,
sisterly smile.
"Oh I love this gown," Jules gushed.
Standing behind the smaller woman, Jules ran her hands around Iris'
waist. "It fits so smoothly here."
Jules' hands followed the edge of the bodice. "And the detail of the
lace is so intricate."
Iris shuddered as Jules' fingers traced the top of the bodice, barely
skimming across the exposed slopes of her small breasts. "And I love what
you've done with the neckline. Michael always was interested in cleavage."
Iris blushed slightly but before she could answer Jules started to
unfasten the hooks on the back of the dress. Iris felt Jules' warm fingers
against her back as the dress opened lower and lower, exposing her skin to
the changing room's air-conditioned chill. Iris arched her back, ready to
let Jules slide the gown off.
"No no. Stay still. We don't want to ruin the pinning on the straps,"
Jules told Iris.
Jules slid her hands into the gown under Iris' arms, her fingers
brushing along the outside curves of Iris' small, firm breasts. Iris tried
to avoid contact with Jules' hands but the woman managed to graze her
palms across Iris' nipples anyway. Jules smiled at Iris as she felt the
younger woman's nipples harden under her hands.
Jules noticed a bright flush spread across Iris' neck and chest. A
glisten of perspiration appeared on her upper lip as Iris slid out of the
top half of the gown but was still trapped by Jules' encircling arms.
Jules, still guarding the alteration work on the gown, slowly lowered
herself to the floor until she was kneeling behind Iris, her warm breath
caressing the small of the blonde's back. Iris panicked as she realized
that her French cut exposed quite a bit of her rear end to Jules'
inspection.
Iris stepped out of the gown and moved quickly to her clothes. Iris
fumbled with her shirt. Jules calmly hung the gown and returned to help
button Iris' blouse. Jules brushed her fingers across Iris' sensitive
nipples. Iris' lips quivered. She stood frozen, held captive by Jules'
stare, helpless to move away from the redhead's teasing caresses.
As if being into a whirlpool, Iris felt herself drawn toward
Jules. Lips parted as the two women leaned closer to each other. They
kissed softly and Iris felt Jules' tongue probe her lips. Their met as Jules stepped closer and slipped her hands to Iris' hips. Iris
sighed as the redhead's eraser shaped nipples dug into her chest like
small, hard pebbles.
Iris opened her mouth. Their tongues became entwined like two snakes.
Jules put her hand in the small of Iris' back and drew her close. Iris
stood passively as Jules reached up to cup the blonde's apple-sized breast.
Iris' head fell back and she gasped for breath. Jules slid her hand down,
cupping Iris' rear as she bent to taste the blonde's neck.
Iris' hand moved as if on its own accord and lightly cradled one of
Jules' full breasts. Jules moaned into Iris' ear and held her tighter.
A knock on the door interrupted them. Reluctantly, Jules broke the kiss
and stepped away from the flushed bride.
"Do you ladies need anything else?" The seamstress looked puzzled, but
she didn't say anything.
Jules smiled broadly. "Nope. We're just about done here."
Iris' hands shook as she finished dressing. She hurried out of the
changing room as soon as she was decent. Jules followed leisurely and got
into the passenger seat of Iris' sporty little car.
Iris dropped the keys as she tried to start the car. When she finally
got the keys into the ignition, she took a deep breath and kept her eyes
locked onto the insignia in the middle of the steering wheel.
"I want to apologize," her voice was soft and hesitant. "I don't know
what came over me. It must by the jitters. I've never. . ."
"Been with another woman?" Jules took Iris' hand into hers and kissed it
lightly. "Don't let it bother you. Us have to look out for each
other."
Jules was surprised by the look of gratitude that filled Iris'
countenance. The plan had begun.
As they drove along the winding, oak-shaded streets, Jules was surprised
that she recognized things from her previous visits. Iris smoothly pulled
into the driveway but quickly jumped out of the car before Jules could say
a word.
Jules sat quietly for a moment and looked at the big, colonial style
house. Memories of parties and crazy adventures flooded back.
Climbing out of the car, Jules stared at the clapboard garage. She felt
herself flush as she remembered the time Michael had chained her to a
wooden frame in that garage and role-played a bondage rape scene that had
made her so hard that she had blacked out from the pleasure.
Following the slate walk around the house, the smell of the azaleas
brought back the memory of her first threesome. Michael had organized a
ménage a'trois on the pool deck to give his cousin a memorable farewell
before he left for boot camp. She flushed as she fondly recalled the two
cocks pummeling her before they spewed their seed into her willing body.
It had also been the night of her first double penetration. She had
mounted Michael's cousin, slowly posting up and down on his shaft,
when she felt Michael's fingers massaging her little brown rosette. As the
cousin, who's name she still couldn't remember, had and pinched her
tits, Michael was busy spreading the remnants of their previous coupling in
the cleft between her ass cheeks. He inserted one finger and pressed
against the cock in her and she had cried out. Michael added a
second digit, expanding the door to her back passage and increasing the
friction inside her body. Jules had cried out a second time when the fat
head of Michael's manhood had pressed against her tight anal ring, but he
had carefully worked it inside her. They had fucked her slowly, with long,
deep strokes. She remembered the amazing feeling of their cocks filling
and stretching her, driving her to spasms of ecstasy before flooding her
once again.
Jules started as she realized that her hand had crept inside her blouse.
Composing herself, she turned toward the back porch but stopped again as
she glimpsed of the little gazebo, partly behind a huge magnolia
tree.
The cloying smell of the tree's blossoms had filled the night air.
Michael had led her to the small structure. Louisa, the maid, sat in the
shadows, her presence betrayed by the glowing tip of her cigarette.
Obeying Michael's hushed commands, she had stripped and posed for Louisa.
Louis made a show of dipping her fingers into her and letting Jules
lick them clean. Jules sighed nostalgically. The memory of Michael
fucking her from behind while her face was sandwiched between the maid's
brown thighs came rushing back. A nostalgic smile came to her as she
remembered almost smothering between Louisa's legs.
Her loins tingling, Jules promised herself that there would be more
occasions just like those, as soon as Iris was out of the way. She heard
footsteps on the walk behind her and turned to see Iris standing a few feet
away.
"Hey Iris. I was just looking around the back yard. Not much has
changed."
Iris nervously shifted from one foot to the other. Licking her lips,
she said, "C'mon inside. I'll introduce you to my family."
As Iris escorted around the party, Jules was embarrassed by all of the
attention shown to her. Iris' looked at her warily, suspicious that
an girlfriend would be invited to play such a prominent role in the
wedding. More awkward were the greetings offered by Michael's family,
especially the ones who hadn't seen her since she and Michael stopped
dating. The wearying gauntlet of hands to shake and cheeks to kiss had
thankfully led Jules to the bar.
Jules shared a secret smile with Iris over the lip of a champagne flute
as she was introduced to the "vengeful sluts", Manny and Fanny Ball. The
Ball were twins in every way: big hair, big boobs, and enough white
shiny teeth to make a shark envious. The two tall tan blondes looked Jules
over as if she were something to eat.
"So you're Michael's flame," Manny goaded Iris.
Fanny leered at Jules' before chiming in. "And you've got
to tell me where you got this suit."
Fanny ran her hand under Jules' lapel, using the back of her hand to
make sure that the redhead was wearing a bra. Instead of shrinking from
Fanny's touch, Jules leaned forward and pressed her against the
inquisitive hand.
The twins shared a secret smirk. Manny took Iris by the arm and
escorted her toward the pool. Fanny, her arm linked with Jules', pressed
against the buxom redhead in a more than sisterly fashion.
"Don't mind poor little Iris. Trembling like a little mouse. She'll
lighten up once Michael gets her started on a steady diet of dick."
Jules allowed herself to be steered around the room without answering.
Fanny continued sniping. "But dear, tell me. How is he? In bed I
mean."
Jules helped herself to a champagne flute from a passing tray and
surveyed the party scene before answering. The Ball were obviously
used to acting scandalously at gatherings and, from the way that the
matriarchs of both families stood on the other side of the deck, pointing
and whispering in sotto voce about the sisters, Jules saw that this wedding
was no exception. She returned Fanny's saccharin sweet smile.
"Insatiable," she whispered in Fanny's ear. "And built like a horse. I
swear that I couldn't walk some mornings because of him."
Jules enjoyed the look on Fanny's face and had just reached for another
glass of champagne when someone touched her elbow.
"Jules? Is it really you?"
Jules looked up at the handsome standing beside her, but had
trouble placing the deep tenor voice. Still she knew that he was somehow
familiar. His sandy hair and broad chest reminded her of someone but she
couldn't place exactly who.
"I'm sorry, I know that we've met. . ." She sounded a bit exasperated,
maybe even a little annoyed, by the smug look on his face when he realized
that she didn't recognize him.
"It's me, Parker."
"Ohmigod! It can't be."
For the first time since talking with Michael about his plans Jules
realized how long it had been since she'd been around his family. Parker
had been a pigeon-chested kid with mussed up hair and a mouth full of
braces the last time she'd seen him. Now he was over six feet tall and
broad shouldered. His muscular torso tapered into slim hips and Jules had
a brief mental image of him naked before she realized that he was looking
at her in an odd way.
"I guess I've grown a little," Parker said with a grin.
"I would say so."
"Remember when you taught me to dance?"
"It was the day before your first High School dance."
"I'll be starting my senior year at Tech next year. I get to go to lots
of clubs. Let me show you how I've been practicing."
Parker led her to the pool terrace and took her into his arms. They
danced stiffly at first but, as the music played, Jules found herself drawn
closer to the who was no longer the she had known. By the end of
the second song, she was enjoying the feel of his hard muscular body
pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the bulge
in his pants harden and grow. The stiff cylinder of his manhood ground
against her belly as they danced and the thought of dragging Michael's
little off into one of the spare rooms flitted through her mind.
"Jules. Did I ever tell you that I had a big crush on you?" Parker said
softly in her ear.
Jules had a vision of herself kneeling in front of Parker, his long cock
in her hands as he sprayed his seed on her tits. She pushed her hips
against his and rubbed against his swollen manhood. The song ended and
Jules raised her head to invite Parker to the gazebo when they were
interrupted.
"I've been looking for you two," Michael said, his goofy grin firmly in
place. "Dad's ready to make the first toast and no one can find the Best
Man or the Maid of Honor. C'mon! You're late!"
Throughout the toasts and the jokes, Jules' mind churned. The
clock was ticking and she'd have to act soon. Jules looked at Parker and
then at the Ball sisters. An idea started to form in her head. The first
step was to get Iris to trust her. That night, Jules looked at herself in
the mirror, unsure if she could go through with her plan.
"Get tough girl," she said to her reflection. Then she smiled. "When
the going gets tough, the tough get room service."
The champagne was delivered while Jules was still pacing the room in her
bathrobe. The waiter, a slender Latino, fussed over opening the bottle and
arranging the ice bucket. At first, she made a pretense of ignoring him
but feeling of her nipples scraping against the soft terry cloth robe
reminded her of the day's activities.
Jules stopped pacing and looked at the waiter. Casually loosening her
robe's belt, Jules approached the service cart to sign the bill. Looking
up quickly, she caught the waiter looking down the valley between her
generous all the way to her curly pubes.
Jules took a step back from the cart. Placing her hands on her hips,
she smiled as a lump grew in his trousers. She held her robe open,
exposing her creamy white body to his hungry gaze.
"Service like yours deserves a tip. But I seem to have left my cash in
my other suit."
Jules laughed as the waiter's eyes almost popped out of his head. He
reached for her but she pushed his hands away and silenced him with a
gentle finger against his lips.
"Before this goes any further, let's see if you're big enough to get the
job done."
He stood stock still, frozen with indecision.
"Don't just stand there. Show me your cock!" she said impatiently.
The waiter fumbled with his belt. He dropped his pants to his knees and
hastily pulled his cock from his briefs. He stood and waited for her next
instruction.
Jules murmured in appreciation, his cock had grown to a nice size.
Shorter than she usually liked, but thick. And the head was almost as
round as a small ball.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, don't worry. There's only one
condition. You don't say a word." She dragged her finger over his chin and
down to his cheap clip on bow tie. "Is it a deal? Nod, don't speak."
He nodded energetically. Jules hooked a finger under his bow tie and
led him to the bedroom. Leaving him at the edge, she paraded around the
bed, slowly dropping the robe from her shoulders. She turned to face him,
now totally nude, and ran a hand lazily across her flat belly to the nest
of strawberry curls between her legs.
The waiter trembled in anticipation but remained silent. Jules climbed
on to the bed and lay back, her legs spread lewdly. The waiter's eyes were
glued to her shaven pink slit. Jules smiled. The feeling of power was
incredible. She reached down and spread the pale outer lips of her vagina.
The musky scent of her was unmistakable as she showed the anonymous
waiter the dark pink recesses of her pussy.
The waiter stroked himself, waiting for her to direct the next move in
their weird seduction. His nostrils drank in her tangy aroma. He would do
anything to stick his cock in her and they both knew it.
Jules crawled to the edge of the bed. He held his breath as he watched
her come closer. She looked into his eyes as she took hold of his cock,
replacing his hand with hers. He groaned and pushed his hips forward,
hoping that she would take him into her mouth. Instead, she used one
smooth white hand to jack him off while she weighed his hairy, heavy balls
with the other.
"Hmmm. Yesss. I think you'll do. Why don't you finish undressing and
join me."
She reached over to the nightstand and groped around in the drawer while
the waiter struggled to get his shoes and pants off. He awkwardly crawled
on to the bed to join her, one black sock still on his foot. He knelt
between her feet, his eyes feasting on the shiny coral flower that lay
between her thighs. Jules hit him in the chest with a square foil packet.
"Put it on." Her hand returned to her clit. "And hurry."
In her imagination she was waiting for Michael's cock, displaying
herself for him, just the way he liked it. Her eyes lost focus as she
watched the anonymous roll the latex sheath over his member. Her hand
made squishing sounds as it delved into the sodden crevice between her
labia.
Jules rolled over and presented her ass to him. "Fuck me from behind
stud."
She felt his hands cradle her hips as he guided his tool into her love
box. She grunted as he pushed hard, anxious to enter her wet snatch. He
sank his entire length into her in only three short savage strokes and then
started fucking her quick and hard.
"Yes. Yessss. That's the way I like it. You know how to fuck me,
don't you Michael?"
The waiter, whose name was Jose, almost laughed aloud when he heard her
cry out, but remembered their deal. He didn't care what she called him as
long as he got to cum. Jose decided that this weird lady needed a good
hard fucking to set her right.
He drove his cock into her harder and deeper. Jules whined as his
knees spread her legs wider and he used his arms to pound his cock deeper
into her. His balls slapped against her bald lips and his hands
clenched her taut hips, spurring her on to fuck faster.
"Thick. Soooo full. Faster. Fuck me. Yesss." Jules moaned as she
felt her climax build.
Jose saw her domineering façade crumble and wanted to show her that he
knew how to take care of a whore. He put all his strength into his
thrusts, slamming his hips against her ass. He enjoyed hearing her cries
as he drove into her like a jackhammer. He groaned as he felt his balls
tighten. With a shout, he fucked her faster and faster, mindless in his
need to cum.
His cock erupted, filling the latex sheath with his jism. The swelling
inside her love tunnel sent her into spasms. Her vaginal muscles
fluttered, milking his cock of its seed and spreading a wave of warmth
throughout her body. Jules collapsed and she lay, gasping for breath, on
the bed's coverlet.
She rolled on to her side, the aftershocks of her orgasm still making
her insides quiver.
"Now get out," she ordered.
Jose pulled his still turgid cock from her sopping wet and crawled
off of the bed. Tossing the condom into the wastebasket, he tucked his
slimy cock back into his briefs. As he pulled his cart toward the door and
looked proud that he had taken care of this mysterious redhead so
thoroughly. She might have been a bit strange, but he knew he'd be
watching for any more orders from this room.
Day 2: Jules dressed carefully, making sure Just before leaving the
party, that her bathing suit put her body on full display. The bottom was
a tiny triangle of fabric that was so tight that her full lips were
clearly evident. The top was equally minimal, being two small triangles
that barely covered her nipples. Iris was coming to sunbathe and chat.
Jules wondered how far they'd go in between the rehearsals and dinners.
"I'm so glad you decided to come over," Jules said as she led Iris to a
quiet part of the pool deck. She felt Iris' eyes devouring her ass as she
walked. "We haven't had the time to sit and just chat." Jules stopped and
turned quickly, bumping into Iris. They stood in each others' arms while
Jules excused herself but when they parted, she saw that Iris' nipples were
already visible through her bikini top.
Using her sunglasses to mask her eyes, Jules carefully surveyed Iris'
small, slender body. Iris was lean and tan, her standing firm on her
ribs like ripe apples. As if she could sense Jules' interest, Iris rolled
over to tan her back. Jules grabbed the tanning oil and started to rub it
on Iris' shoulders.
Jules admired the girl's firm, almost boyish, ass as it tapered to her
thin muscular legs. She realized that Michael couldn't have found a woman
more different from her if he had tried. As she rubbed the oil into Iris'
skin Jules felt the younger woman relax. Without warning, Jules untied
Iris' top.
"So tell me about your honeymoon plans," Jules said smoothly, using her
hands to spread the oil over Iris' ribs.
"We're going to a resort in the Caribbean."
"It wouldn't be Halea's Island, would it?"
"Why yes. Michael was really excited about going there."
Jules' hands moved lower on the blonde's back. "You better go into
training before you get there."
Remembering the changing room, Iris knew that the redhead's hands
wouldn't stop at her back. She spread her legs slightly.
"What kind of training?"
Jules smiled. Michael had obviously not told his fiancée about Halea's
Island.
"The Island's known for it friendly staff and friendlier guests. The
evening entertainment is called Running the Gauntlet," Jules explained.
"It's what the resort is known for. You go down to the terrace and there
will be a line of twelve people, and women. And you have to make them
all cum."
Jules' fingers brushed along the top of Iris' bikini bottom. Her oily
fingertips played across Iris' firm backside.
"Twelve people doesn't sound like much maybe," Jules cupped Iris' ass
and dipped in between her thighs. "It didn't to me when we went. But,
between the gal with the pierced clit and the with the anal fetish, I
didn't think I'd finish."
Iris flinched. Jules' hands held Iris firmly on the chaise lounge.
Iris craned her neck to look at Jules. "You've. . . and Michael. .
.anal fetish?"
"Yeah, this guy's cock felt like it was as as a Coke bottle. I
don't think I've ever had anything that big inside me."
"But Michael wouldn't. . ."
"He got the whole thing on film."
Iris rolled over, looking indignant. "My Michael would never. . .
Film"
"Sure he would," Jules shot back, her voice sinking to a venomous purr.
"Hasn't he shown you his studio above the garage?"
"His studio?"
"The one in his apartment above his parent's garage. He makes movies.
Ones that he stars in."
Jules felt a wicked thrill run through her as she ran her fingertips
along Iris' arm. "The ones where he's showing off his magnificent cock."
Iris flushed. "Why are you telling me this?"
She couldn't meet Jules' eyes and tried to leave. Jules caught the
smaller woman's arm. Standing, Iris looked straight into the deep cleft
between Jules' cantaloupe sized breasts.
"I'll take you there. I'll show them to you," Jules said. "He always
kept them in a cabinet in his bedroom. Does he still keep the spare key
under the flowerpot in the window?"
Iris' mouth worked, but in her confusion, no words came out. Jules saw
the turmoil that churned inside the bride to be.
"Poor little Iris," Jules said. "Her brain says no."
Jules placed her hand under Iris' breast, her thumb slowly rotating on
top of the blonde's erect nipple.
"But her body is definitely saying yes."
Jules stepped closer and took a deep breath. Iris smelled of hot
coconut oil and tangy musk. Jules looked down on the trembling, wide-eyed
girl.
"Don't you want to know if you're co-starring in any of Michael's
movies?"
Jules' accusation was rewarded with a look of terror on Iris' face.
Iris pushed Jules' hand away as if in a trance, the realization of what
she'd just been told slowly sinking in.
"I've got to go. Go to the bathroom." Iris stumbled against her chaise
lounge on her way to the stairs.
"Just think about his in pure digital video," Jules taunted the
girl as Iris careened toward the locker room. "How many nights have you
spent there?" she called as Iris disappeared down the stairs.
Feeling victorious, Jules ran her eyes around the growing pool crowd.
Manny and Fanny Ball were by the bar. Jules thought quickly. Showing Iris
the might be too big a gamble, she decided. After all Michael might
have shown Iris the already. That wouldn't be enough to get her to
call the wedding off. But a live show with the twins might provide
another, even more shocking event to show Iris.
Jules dug her mobile phone out of her bag and quickly punched a number.
"Parker. Oh good. This is Jules." Jules watched the Ball sisters smear
lotion over each other.
"I'm calling about Michael's bachelor party. Yes, I know that you're
planning it, but I had some ideas that might make it really memorable." She
only half listened to Parker's response, her mind considering a celebratory
orgy with the Ball twins after this wedding was torpedoed once and for all.
"Listen Parker," Jules cut him off, "meet me in Michael's apartment.
Yes. The one over the garage. Just meet me there in one hour. We'll find
some stuff for you to take to the party. I can give you plenty of
dirty little to roast him with."
Jules tucked the phone back into her bag and sauntered over to where the
Ball sisters were sitting. It was time to put the second part of her plan
into action. She made sure that they got a good look at her suit before
she sat on the end of Fanny's deck chair.
"Hey girls."
"My, don't you look tasty." Manny practically drooled as her eyes took
in Jules' bikini.
Jules looked around and leaned in between them. "Girls I need to ask
you for a big favor," she said conspiratorially.
Manny's eyes lingered on Jules' before she looked up and said,
"Anything. For you."
"Us? Why we'd do anything to help out the Maid of Honor." Fanny tried
to sound sincere but it only made her Texan drawl sound bitter and cynical.
"Well, I've known Michael for many years and tonight is his bachelor
party."
Manny slapped her on the thigh. "We could jump out of the cake!
I'd like to see what Iris is going to get on her honeymoon."
Fanny placed her hand high on Jules' thigh. "Why sure darlin'." Fanny
batted her eyelashes in her best southern belle imitation. "What my
hormonally charged is trying to say is that we'd love to help."
Jules smiled indulgently. "No. No. The one I need help with is
Michael's brother, Parker."
Fanny's eyebrows arched. "And what kind of help are we talking about
here?"
"Well, you see. How do I put it delicately? Well, Parker's never been
with a woman and. . ."
"You mean that strapping muffin's a virgin?" Manny shrieked
and clapped her hands gleefully.
Fanny got a sly look on her face. "And you want us to pop his cherry?"
Jules shared Fanny's smile. "With all of the attention on Michael this
week, I'd like to do something special for the Best Man."
"We're in." The twins looked at each other and laughed. "What's the
plan?"
Jules kept an eye on the locker room entrance as she told them about her
meeting with Parker in the garage apartment. The Ball twins acted like
children looking forward to playing with a new toy as they gathered their
towels and scampered back to their rooms to prepare for their meeting with
Parker. Jules leaned back and let the sun warm her throat. In twenty
minutes, Iris would get the shock of her life and the wedding would
be half sunk. Looking around, Jules noticed that Iris hadn't returned from
the locker room.
It didn't take Jules long to find the lost bride. She'd only taken a
few steps into the locker room when she saw a pair of teenagers standing
outside the bathroom, chewing on their fists to keep from laughing out
loud. Another few steps and Jules discovered why the teens were laughing.
Moans were coming from one of the stalls, moans that were obviously
coming from someone nearing orgasm.
"Iris. Iris is that you? Are you OK?"
Jules had to hide her smirk when the emerged from the stall, her
face flushed, askew, and nipples erect.
"Iris, are you alright? Why don't we go and get something to drink.
You look like you might have had too much sun."
Jules carefully put her arm around Iris' shoulders and led the confused
bride toward the door.
"You must not let Michael's appetites scare you," she cautioned. "He
can be insatiable at times. I've never known a who could stay hard for
so long and so much."
Iris flushed a bright red. She swallowed hard before she could choke
out, "I'm OK."
Jules took a deep breath. She could smell the musky scent of Iris'
excitement. "Are you ready to go see the truth?"
Iris was silently preoccupied with her own thoughts as they made the
short drive from the hotel to Michael's house. Jules led the way up the
stairs to the apartment. Finding the door unlocked, Jules motioned for
Iris to stay quiet.
"Nobody's supposed to be here. Be quiet. Stay behind me," Jules
whispered.
Jules led Iris into Michael's living room. They had only taken a few
steps when they heard the unmistakable voices of the Ball sisters coming
from the bedroom.
"Eat me. That's it. Lick it. Gahddamnit."
Jules stayed in front of Iris as they stealthily walked toward the
hallway. Iris peered around Jules to see what was going on. The bedroom
door was wide open and she easily saw a shock of sandy hair trapped
underneath Fanny's pussy. Fanny's hips rocked back and forth as she rode
Parker's face, effectively hiding his identity from Iris' shocked gaze.
Jules, on the other hand, admired Parker's long, cock that was
being energetically by Manny. 'Size must run in the family,' she
mused before she pulled Iris out of the doorway. It wouldn't do to have
Iris spoil everything by confronting the trio on the bed.
Jules led the sobbing bride back to the car. "Let's go back to my
room," Jules said as she guided Iris down the driveway. "We'll spend some
time together. I'm sure that we can work through this rough spot."
Iris was still sobbing as Jules led her to the hotel room and sat her on
the edge of the bed. Returning from the mini-bar, Jules handed Iris a
plastic cup full of brown liquid.
Jules playfully touched cups, toasting the other woman. "To tomorrow."
Iris looked at her quizzically and took a tentative sip but Jules pushed
the bottom of the cup upwards, forcing Iris to the entire cupful.
Iris swallowed the cupful before sputtering the dregs.
"Southern Comfort," Jules said. "Auntie Jules' cure for what ails you."
The women drank and shared about Michael between hugs and
sniffles. Continuing to try to shock Iris with Michael's kinky escapades,
Jules told Iris how she and Michael had role played a rape.
"You wouldn't believe how rough he got," Jules slid closer to Iris,
their thighs touching, as she told the story. "He had me handcuffed and
gagged. And then he brought in this other and made me lick her while he fucked her."
Iris looked up at Jules, her wide eyes brimming with tears.
"I don't think. . . I mean, I couldn't. . ."
"Don't let his appetites scare you," Jules said as Iris took another
shot. "He just has larger needs than most other people. You've got to be
ready to accept this if you're going to be his wife."
Iris' face betrayed the dismay she felt. She looked so vulnerable.
Jules leaned forward slightly and kissed Iris' soft lips. Iris wilted into
Jules' arms, giving herself completely to the woman's caresses.
Jules undressed Iris slowly. Iris smiled, suddenly pleased when Jules
murmured appreciatively at the sight of her carefully trimmed pussy. Iris
gently held Jules' head as the redhead's lips pulled at her engorged
nipples. Jules reached up to give her another kiss before shifting her
attention to Iris' flat, tan stomach.
Iris lay back on the couch, gasping softly when Jules' soft kisses
contacted her sensitive vulva. Jules' skillful mouth and fingers brought
Iris to the peak of orgasm again and again. A blissful haze eclipsed Iris'
world. Just when she thought that she couldn't stand any more pleasure,
Jules stripped and crawled on top of her.
Iris was captivated by the sight and smell of Jules' as it hovered
inches from her face. Jules' looked like a dark pink gash in her
creamy pale skin. Iris tentatively stuck out her tongue, catching some of
the glistening dew from the woman's coral lips. Iris' probing
fingers joined her tongue as the became more and more excited.
Jules groaned as she felt Iris' resolve fade and give way to lust.
Jules knew that she had won this round. She threw away her self-control
and ground her hips against Iris' chest, writhing with pleasure as the
bride's eager tongue tickled and probed her softest regions. Jules' body
shook violently. Her legs scissored together, clamping Iris' head between
them like a vise as the waves of orgasm swept through her body.
Spent, Jules rolled off Iris. The blonde's face was covered in love
juices, her body glistening with sweat. Jules congratulated herself on how
well her plan was going. Now she needed to focus on Michael.
Day 3 Jules came out of the shower to answer a knock on the door. It
was nearly noon but she'd had to pour Iris into a taxi near dawn and it had
felt good to sleep in.
"Michael. This is a surprise." Jules tucked the edge of her towel
around her as she let her ex-lover into the room. The towel barely
covered her bottom and she enjoyed feeling his eyes follow her ass as she
led him toward the sitting room.
"Iris called this morning. She said that the wedding was off."
Jules composed herself before answering. "Did she say why?"
He slumped into the couch. "No."
Jules sat next to him. The towel rode up on her hips, almost exposing
her shaved labia. She took his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Maybe this is for the better." Jules took a deep breath. It was time
to put all the cards on the table. "Seeing you again has brought back a
lot of feelings. Feelings that I've been carrying around since college.
There's never been anyone that makes me feel the way you do."
Michael put his free hand on Jules' bare thigh. "You were always
special for me too," he said. His hand slid higher on her thigh and she
parted her legs to allow his fingers to brush against her nether lips.
Jules took his hand and placed in on top of her mound. "I'd do anything
to get you back, Michael."
Michael didn't answer. Jules shrugged off the damp towel and sank to
her knees in front of him. She looked up into his eyes, her face full of
adoration, and silently unbuckled his jeans.
"I knew that she wasn't right for you. No one else could satisfy you
the way I do." Jules paused to pull his cock out of his pants.
Stroking him gently, she teased the head of his cock with her tongue.
Michael sighed and spread his knees wider. Jules worked her way down his
shaft, lightly nipping the seam underneath his penis with her lips.
Reaching his balls, she slowly one testicle into her mouth. Michael
groaned and cradled her head in his hands.
Jules released his testis from her mouth and looked into his face. "You
see. I know how to make you feel good."
Michael slouched in his chair. His hands pulled her mouth back to his
cock. Jules returned to his balls. Lifting his heavy sack, she teased the
sensitive spot underneath them with the tip of her tongue.
"She wasn't for you, Michael. She gave up too easy."
His body jerked as she used her teeth to nip the base of his cock.
"It didn't take long at all," Jules said as she continued to work her
way toward his plum colored knob with small nibbles. "I knew that she was
wrong for you. And now that she's gone I have you all to myself."
Without taking her eyes off his, Jules took him into her mouth. She
sucked him off quickly. Her slurping and moaning made his cock vibrate as
her tongue swirled around his member. She felt his balls swell and the
skin around them tighten. Jules pulled her head back. Her hand grasped
the lower half of his dick and jerked him off in time with her bobbing
head.
His hips thrust forward, almost lifting him off of the couch. She felt
his salty bathe her tongue. Jules closed her eyes and placed her
mouth around his cock's helmet, forming a seal. She hard, his into her mouth. Licking his seed from her lips, Jules rose and
took him by the hand.
"Now you'll last a long time for me," she said as she led him to the
bed.
Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. Jules did a pirouette,
displaying herself for him. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs,
crooking her finger at him to join her. He looked at her for a moment, a
strange look on his face, before he climbed between her legs and dove
straight at her clit. His tongue darted in and around her smooth and
her juices were soon puddling on the sheets. Her oily honey covering his
chin, Michael sat back on his heels and stroked his cock as it stood
proudly from his loins.
"I'll give you just what you deserve," he said as he positioned his cock
head at her wet, pink opening.
Jules screamed as Michael slammed his entire length inside her in a
single thrust. His cock felt like a spear, pinning her to the bed.
Michael held her legs back, bending Jules almost double as he pounded his
manhood into her again and again. Without warning, Jules came violently,
her body thrashing around his steel hard schlong. He slowed his thrusts
but didn't stop. His balls slapped wetly against her ass.
Wiping the sweaty strands of hair from her face, she pulled her ass
cheeks apart. "Take my ass, Michael. Fuck my ass."
She panted with excitement as he pulled his long shaft out and placed
the pussy-slimed head against her tight brown rosette. Grasping his prick
at its base, he drew a circle around her nether opening, teasing and lubing
her at the same time.
"Are you sure you want my big fat cock in your nice tight hole?" he
teased.
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "You're the only that's ever
fucked me there. It's only for you!"
Michael pushed forward and his bulbous head slid inside her sphincter
with a soft wet pop. He held himself still and let her adjust to his size.
She arched her back and cried out, "More. Give me. More. I want to
feel all of you inside me!"
Resting her feet against his chest, Michael rocked his hips back and
forth slowly, pushing deeper with every thrust. Even lubed with her slick
pussy oil, the friction of her anal tube was incredible. Michael groaned
as he felt her rectum grip his cock, massaging and squeezing the entire
length of his pole. He ground his hips against her ass cheeks.
"So full," she moaned.
Jules' head thrashed from side to side. The feeling of his pole
made her groan incoherently. She felt as if he was going to drive his cock
through her body.
"Split me. me in two with your cock," she said between thrusts.
"I love this, baby. I love you."
Michael's balls tightened. His strokes became longer and deeper as he
reamed her ass.
"Fuck. . .Fucking whore. . . Gonna fill your ass with my cum!" he
chanted as he drove his cock into her. aMichael felt as if his balls were
going to explode.
"Yes. Yes. That's what. I want. Baby."
Michael erupted, shooting streams of deep inside her body.
The warm feeling inside her was all she needed to climax again. Her body
shivered as her muscles clamped down on his prick, trapping it inside her
ass.
Michael collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. Jules wrapped her
legs around his waist and her arms around his muscular shoulders, holding
their sweaty bodies together.
"This is the way I want it to be. Forever," she whispered into his ear.
Michael trailed a silver thread of as his deflated tool slid from
Jules' distended hole. He staggered into the bathroom and collapsed on the
toilet, his body dripping with sweat. Jules felt his dripping out of
her ass and knew that she had won. He was hers once again.
Michael returned and picked up the phone. "We need something to drink.
I'm parched," he said. "Room Service, this is Room 419. I'd like a bottle
of champagne sent up immediately. Yes. Thank you."
Jules went to the bidet to clean herself. When she returned, she saw
the room service waiter from her first night opening the bottle for
Michael. Both turned to watch her walk naked from the bathroom. Jules
pulled her hair behind her neck, stretching her shoulders back to show off
her full breasts, as she walked slowly to her bathrobe.
"I don't think we'll need that," Michael said.
He stood behind her and slowly ran his hands down her flanks. "I think
we need to show our appreciation for the quick service," he said as he
lifted her heavy breasts, offering them to the waiter.
Michael read the man's nametag while he toyed with Jules' bountiful
breasts. "Why don't you suck Jose's cock, sweetheart?"
Obediently, Jules knelt and unzipped Jose's pants. Jose anxiously
unfastened his belt and pushed his trousers down to his knees. Fishing his
stubby cock from his worn cotton briefs, Jules greedily sank her mouth over
the waiter's knob.
Michael worked his hand through her slit, smearing her honey over
her labia as she rocked back and forth on Jose's dick.
"Shit man," Michael laughed. "I just fucked her and she's ready to go
again."
Michael kicked her knees apart and placed his cock at the gate of her
sex. Her was sopping wet and Michael slid inside her love tunnel
easily. Jules moan was muffled by Jose's dick as Michael ran his cock in
and out of her willing snatch. The trio fucked leisurely until Jose
grabbed Jules' head and cried, "Dios mio!"
Jose fucked her face with short, rabbit-like thrusts. "Punta. I'm
gonna cum. Gonna drown you in my cum, punta."
Michael watched Jules' throat work, Jose's with whorish
abandon.
"I love watching that," Michael said as he shifted his grip on her hips.
Michael pulled her back the length of his cock. His thrusts made her
grunt when his cock bottomed out against her cervix.
"She. Just. Needs. Dick." Michael grunted. "Ahhh yeahh." Michael
held her hips against his as he emptied his load deep inside her hot wet
cunt.
Michael collapsed on to his heels before crawling back to prop himself
against the couch. He carefully lifted his glass from the table. Sweeping
a sweaty hank of hair from her brow, Jules crawled over his legs to take
his slime covered cock in her mouth. Jose watched in amazement as Jules
eagerly cleaned her lover's cock with her mouth.
"Thanks man," Michael said as if nothing out of the ordinary were
happening. "I'm sure we'll call you again."
Day 4 The last day. Show time.
Jules, her still tender from the pounding Michael gave it the day
before, went to the wedding breakfast humming 'Going to the chapel'. Sure
that the wedding was off, she anxious to see how Michael would tell
everyone. When Michael excused himself from the head table, Jules moved to
join him on the terrace.
Jules looked smug as she leaned against Michael. "So how are you going
to break the news to the party? I guess that it cost Iris' dad a bundle
for this shindig. All for nothing."
Michael looked out into the yard without saying a word.
"You're just too tense. I know how to relax you," she said.
She massaged his groin through his trousers, making him groan as she
squeezed and rubbed his expanding bulge. Taking his groans as
encouragement, Jules sank to her knees and fished his swelling cock out of
his pants.
Without any preamble, Jules gulped down Michael's schlong like a
champion sword swallower. His nostrils flared and his eyes bulged as he
felt the head of his dick nudge against the back of her mouth, pause, and
then proceed down her open throat. Her soft hands kneaded and teased his
balls, stroking and cupping them like small eggs.
Jules moved her head forward and back, taking him deep into her throat
with every pass. Michael braced himself against the terrace railing to
keep his knees from buckling.
"God baby. You're so good."
His legs quivered and he didn't want her to stop when she pulled her
mouth away from his member. Looking up into his face, Jules seductively
placed her first two fingers in her mouth, never breaking eye contact with
him before returning to his throbbing cock.
She slowly swallowed him once again, murmuring as she pressed her nose
into his curly pubes. Michael gasped as he felt her wet fingers press
against the sensitive spot between his anus and his scrotum. Jules smiled
around a mouthful of dick and continued massaging him, slowly working her
way back to caress his wrinkled button.
She pulled her head back and hard on his knob as her hand jerked
his spit slickened cock. Her teeth grazed lightly along the tender
underside of his shaft. Jules felt Michael squirm as she worked her middle
finger into his asshole. Her hand flew along his pole and she finger
fucked him with short strokes in and out of his tight ass.
Jules felt his manhood swell, ready to release its load. She pushed her
finger up, submerging it inside his tender opening, and swallowed his cock
again. Her face was buried against his belly as he unloaded into her
mouth. Her throat clenched and worked to his cream. She
pulled her head back, swirling her tongue around his shaft like a kid with
an ice cream cone. Reaching the tip, she gave his swollen plum colored
head a wet kiss.
"I love the way you taste. When we're together, I'm going to suck you
off every day."
Jules wiped her hand on his handkerchief and licked his from her
lips. She looked like the that ate the canary as she turned to see
Iris joining them on the terrace. Jules, now sure of her victory, stepped
up to her opponent and gave Iris a deep kiss on the mouth. Iris' eyes flew
wide open as Jules thrust her tongue roughly into her mouth, letting
Michael's fiancé taste his seed on another woman's tongue.
Iris immediately recognized the taste on Jules' mouth. The relationship
between that and her fiancé trying to stuff his limp prick back into his
pants was obvious. Looking as if she'd just been kicked in the stomach,
Iris turned and ran through the garden toward the parking lot.
Jules watched Michael run after Iris and laughed. She turned back
decided to go back to her hotel room and change. On the way through the
hallway, Jules found the Ball sisters draped over Parker. Jules smiled at
him as she saw him try to escape the horny twins.
"Jules! Jules. I've got to talk with you." Parker's face was a bright
red as he tried to talk and disengage Fanny's hand from his crotch at the
same time.
Jules could barely keep from laughing at Parker's discomfort. Manny was
nibbling on his neck while Fanny redoubled her efforts to get into Parker's
pants.
"Well I see that you three are getting along fine," she said. "Fanny,
you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him before my flight leaves tomorrow, would
you?"
"Why not at all, shuga," Fanny batted her eyes at Parker. The
distraction allowed her to get her hands in his fly, causing the to squirm, trapped against the wall.
Jules returned to her hotel and debated whether she should bother
putting her bridesmaid's gown on. Finally, she decided to go through the
motions for appearance's sake and pulled the elaborate gown from the
closet. She had started to unbutton her blouse when there was a knock on
the door.
Hoping that Michael had come looking for her, she undid a few more
buttons on her blouse. She opened the door with a flourish, posing against
the door like a vamp. Instead of Michael, she found Jose standing at
the door with another bottle of champagne.
"Well this is a surprise," she said without trying to close her gaping
shirt, "but I didn't order this."
"No senorita. Your novio, Miguel. He ordered over the phone. Said he
would be right over."
Jules clapped her hands like an excited schoolgirl. "I've got to get
something nice to wear," she said.
She ran to the closet while Jose brought the room service cart in to the
room. Jose offered to open the champagne and Jules laughed gaily.
"Sure. I'm in the mood to celebrate." She held up a sexy dress and did
a twirl in front of the mirror.
Jose poured her a glass and then, with a smirk on his face, left the
room. Still dancing, Jules crossed the room and drank the glass of
champagne in a single draught.
She poured another immediately, humming to herself. "Ahh what to wear,
what to wear?"
She felt a bit dizzy, so she sat in the room's chair and stretched.
Jules felt relaxed, at peace for the first time since Michael had called
with the fateful news. Her self-satisfied musing was interrupted by
another knock on the door.
Jules tried to vault out of the chair but her hand slipped off the chair
arm and she stumbled toward the door. "Gotta slow down. Don't wanna miss
any of the fun," she said as she carefully placed the champagne flute on
her table.
She leaned against the half-opened door and looked at Michael. He stood
in the hallway, a knapsack over his shoulder and a serious look on his
face. Jules stepped back and let him see her lacy underwear.
"C'mon in. Cann get you some shamp . . . shap . . . some bubbly?" she
slurred.
Jules stumbled again on her way back to the ice bucket, her legs slow to
obey her brain's commands. "Ooops. Guess I might-a had the first glass a
taaaad tooooo quick."
Jules stopped to wait for her head to clear. Michael took her arm and
led her to the bed. Jules crawled backwards on the bedspread, a dreamy
look on her face.
"Oh yes, Michael. Take me again." She propped herself up on her elbows.
"Whass in the bag?"
"A present," he said. "Now take your off."
"I whan' you to." Jules fell bonelessly back on the bed.
A mask of cool anger dropped over Michael's face. He reached forward
and ran his fingertips across Jules' flat stomach.
"Tha tickles," she slurred.
Jules' eyes were half opened. She opened her legs for her lover. His
fingers dipped under the lacy top of her panties, gently touching the upper
limits of her shaved slit. Jules sighed softly.
Her sigh turned into a yelp as Michael ripped her off her hips.
She clasped her hands above her head.
"Make me your woman," she said huskily.
He pulled a black harness from the knapsack.
"I'll make you my bitch," he growled.
Michael grabbed her leg and dragged her on to her side. He held the
harness in place over her ass with the flat of his hand and pushed her on
to her back. He quickly secured the belt straps on the locking and
snapped the brass padlock shut with a snap.
"I don't have time to fuck with you. I've got a wedding to go to."
"Wha. . .?"
"Don't worry. The stuff Jose put in your drink won't you. It was
just to make sure you wouldn't run away."
Her mind fought its way up through the haze of the drug she'd ingested.
"But Michael. I thought. . ."she whined as she pushed at the steel
reinforced belt. "Whass dis?"
"It's a chastity belt. I can't have you trying to fuck the wedding
party during the ceremony."
Satisfied that the straps were tight but not cutting into her skin,
Michael pulled a small cylinder from his coat pocket and unscrewed the top.
"We were best friends. I never thought that you'd stoop so low. Go so
far to ruin my life."
He flipped her on to her side and ran an alcohol swab over her ass
cheek.
"No. No," she protested. "I jus' wanted to save you for my. . . Ouch!
Shit, what was that?"
Michael stood and replaced the cap on the cylinder.
"Adrenaline. You'll be up in a few minutes. The ceremony starts at
3:30, so you'll need to be at the church no later than three."
Tears welled up in Jules' eyes. The game was over and she'd lost.
"But I love you Michael. I . . . I just wanted you to see that we were
meant for each other."
Michael stopped and stared at her. "Love me? You were just thinking of
yourself."
He walked toward the door, his body stiff with anger. Pausing at the
door, he turned to her and said, "When did you ever think to ask me what I
wanted?"
The door slammed behind him.
Jules felt hollow but she stood next to the altar at three o'clock
sharp. Throughout the ceremony she had worked hard to keep her smile from
falling into a grimace, especially when Michael met her eyes and said, "I
do."
The ceremony and procession over, the gathered outside of the
church for the last pictures. They jostled and smiled as the photographer
waved and direct the horde of happy, tired people into their places.
Iris' was having their taken and Jules couldn't tear her
eyes off of the happy bride. She jumped as Michael silently stepped behind
her and touched her elbow.
"You going to be OK?" he said softly. "I was a little harsh back at the
hotel. Still friends?"
"Yeah," she said with a glimmer of tear in her eyes. "I'm sorry. Sorry
for everything. I hope that you're very happy."
Michael tried unsuccessfully to stifle a smirk. "The person you really
need to apologize to is Parker."
"I never meant to him." Jules' shoulders slumped. "I never should
have fed him to those horrible women."
"Oh I don't think that the damage to him is permanent." Michael gave her
a peck on the cheek. "It's just that he's got the key to the belt."
Before she could answer, Michael turned and walked toward the limousine
and his new life. Jules watched with a bittersweet smile on her face.
Michael wasn't out of her life forever, she reasoned as she felt the metal lock at her waist. And getting Parker to take the belt off would be
fun.
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