Runaway bride

April 10th, 2008

Even during a wedding your wife can run off with a friend of yours so you better keep a good eye on her…

I don’t know why Alec invited me to his wedding. May be because we used to be friends or may be because his wife Joan asked him to. At first I didn’t want to go, but than I decide to actually go if I was invited.

Long time ago, Joan has told me she liked me a lot and I, as a close and real friend, told Alec about it. It turned out into a big scandal and I got most of the accusation. Alec was totally in love with Joan and even back than was planning to propose her. We didn’t speak for a long time and once he called me up and said he wanted to see me over a beer. I was into it and was glad he finally came down, but we both realized our friendship has come to its bitter end. And now he was inviting me to their wedding. I wasn’t too excited and all of my preparations ended to ironing my shirt and dropping by the mall to get them a wedding present.

I couldn’t come up with anything more than a beautiful tea set. I decided to skip the ceremony at the church and arrived at the party place. I was hoping they would be feeling more comfortable if they saw me after the most important moment of “I do”. I arrived to a nice little restaurant called Santa Monica. The parking was packed with fancy cars and it was loud inside. I went in and everyone got already a bit tipsy. The band was singing on the stage and I found the vocal girl very fucking attractive. I saw Alec he was surrounded by his guy friends. I even knew one of them; he was my ex-classmate. I came up to them and said hi.

“Wassup, man! How you doin?”

“Hey, bro. Nice to see you.” I shook everyone’ hands and Alec gave me a hug. I told him my congratulations and said I left my present at the main table. I also said:

“Alec, you’re my friend okay. And I don’t need and never wanted anything from Joan. She loves you and she’s marrying you. C’mon, let’s stay friends.”

“Forget about it. It’s fine.”

The girl on the stage stopped singing and then some guy announced a lady’s choice which is when ladies invite men for a slow dance.

Joan came running towards us and hugged me. I told her she looked beautiful and that I was happy for two of them becoming husband and wife. She thanked me and asked me if I wanted to dance. I was like what the hell and said I would only if Alec didn’t mind. Both, me and Joan looked at Alec. He didn’t say anything and shook his head meaning okay.

“Okay then. Let’s go.” – and Joan took my hand. We walked to the center of the dance floor and she put her arms around me.

“You know, I still like you”

“I’m sorry Joan, I don’t care. I don’t have anything towards you and Alec is a good friend of mine so there is nothing you gonna do to ruin it, got it?”

“Don’t say that. You know he hates you and always had. The only thing that stops him from kicking your ass is the fact he is crazy in love with me.”

Right there she started moving her hands on my back caressing me.

“Stop it, got, Alec is gonna see it.”

I was sure he was watching us but she didn’t care. That bitch made him such henpeck throughout the years they’ve been together.

“Its ok, don’t you worry.”

And her hand went down to my ass.

“I still want you. I am crazy about you. Your composure and indifference turn me on so much… Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you.”

“Then why are you marrying Alec?”

“Well, it’s time… you know there is always a time for a woman to get married”

“Why are you such a…”

And right that moment I felt a strong push and fell down on the floor. I heard the voice an old friend of mine…

“How dare you come to my wedding and put your dirty hands all over my wife?”

And he kicked me in a stomach with his Italian shoes.

“You wanna steal my love, huh? How don’t you get it, I love her and I hate you!”

And he dropped with tears. Joan joined the fight.

“Don’t touch him! I do not love you, I love him…”

Alec started crying worse. Once, someone told me that love is nice thing, that it makes people happy. It’s not true. Love can be cruel.

Joan helped me to get up and we walked outside. I sat down on the ground in my tuxedo and smocked a cigarette. Joan ran on the drive way to catch a cab. She opened the door and I got into the backseat. She asked me to move and sat down next to me. I was shocked. Again.

“And where are you going? You gotta be there, inside.”

“No, I’m not. I am not supposed to be there from the very beginning.”

I felt so shit. But I didn’t argue with her. No. Instead we went over to my place. The driver was looking at us like we were aliens, and only later I realized how it looked. A guy with a broken lip and blood on his shirt and a bride. Like Tarantino movie, except, thanks Lord, nobody died. I gave him the money and he left.

We went upstairs to my apartment and when we came into the door Joan said:

“So this is how a single man lives…”

“Yes.” – I replied her and started hiding my boxers.

“Do you want to offer me a drink?”

“Yeah, sure. Help yourself.”

She went to the fridge and came back saying:

“Oh, look what I found!”

She was holding a bottle of champagne.

“It’s my wedding tonight, let’s celebrate!”

We opened the bottle and had a glass each. And then she started telling me how she couldn’t say no to Alec when he proposed her and how she was thinking about me all of these years. I was listening to her and didn’t know what to say. All I could do was come next to her and hug her from the back. And then I kissed her. At first I only touched her lips but than some weird wave of passion overwhelmed me and I started kissing her deeply. With passion. She was so alluring and I kissed her and hugged her stronger and stronger.

She started taking off my clothes. Slowly. She pulled off my jacked and unbuttoned my shirt. We had to stop kissing for a second when she was pulling away my tie. My hands went underneath her wedding dress. I didn’t know how to take it off but Joan helped me.

“Let me…” and she turned around and put my hand there where it needed to be. I carefully unzipped it and that snow white dress fell down on the floor. She was standing in front of me in white lacy lingerie. She took out my belt and unzipped my pants. She put her hand inside my boxers and took my hard dick. She touched it slowly and sat down on the couch. She pulled down my boxers and kissed him. I got on my knees in front of her. She lied back and I took off her panties.

I pulled her legs apart and went inside her. She moaned quietly like an angel with so much pleasure it seemed like she was waiting for it all of her life. My moves were smooth but the pace was getting faster and harder. And there she took the initiative in her own hands and she pushed me back. She sat down on top of me and started caressing me burning body with her sweet cold hands. She went up and down slowly but surely.

I put my hands behind her back to undo her bra. I caressed her breasts and that second I started realizing that she was the one I was searching for all of my life. I wasn’t in love with her yet, but that moment I realized I found the one I wanted to fall in love with. I was searching for her and it turned out to be that she was so close. As close as in front of me.

I don’t feel guilty, nor sorry for Alec… no matter how much pain he felt… because she was my girl, my runaway bride…

The next day it was raining all day long. We lied in bed, talked so much, drank wine and never mentioned the yesterday. We didn’t care for the past, because we both knew we’ll be together forever… Love actually.

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3 Responses to “Runaway bride”

  1. Scarlette Says:

    Very hot story!

  2. Raja Says:

    Shittt…!
    Nthng new..:-(

  3. .ally Says:

    Hot! Keep writing!


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