A Wedding Story (second try)

Gwen in the Sun

The sun felt like warm honey poured over toast. Me losing track of time and distance as the waves from way down below crashed, the cheerful cries of a volley ball game in the pool bounced over me, and I forgot where and why I was.

But my fingers not forgetting where my right nippie was, ummmmmmm, fer sure my fingers could find it through my thin dress. Woof Gwen! that felt good. But was it ok here? Probable not, but well, maybe no one was looking.

Then a shadow and a tall figure blocked the sun. Trying to take my fingers from under my slip dress, they not behaving at all. God I hoped that shadow was Richmond my good budd? but who knows?
 
Nancy

"There's nothing stopping us from doing all those things again," Steve said as he turned to look at me. "I mean, it is your wedding, shouldn't the bride be able to get whatever she wants?" He smiled brilliantly at me, and I almost missed the last chance road that lead back to the hotel. I had to do a little of that "damn crazy women" type driving to turn the car.

Steve was a little rattled my my sudden manuver, but didn't comment on it other that to just raise an eyebrow. I laughed.

"Sorry about that, if I would have missed this turn you have to drive about 15 miles down the road before there's a place to turn around! And I don't think being able to do what ever I want includes making Keith worry!"

I smiled at him, yeah, I'd avoided his question a little, but the kind of things that poped into my head when he'd said I should be able to do what ever I want; well, I din't think I should be telling him about them. And that made me even crazier, the fact that there was actually something I couldn't talk to Steve about.

I'd been able to tell him anything before, we'd talked about sex in way too much detail on a regular basis once, and now I didn't know if I could even say the word to him without it leading to all the thoughts I'd had about him.
 
I had been getting pretty stir crazy so I decided to go for a walk on the beach and couldn't believe my luck. there was Nancy's sister Gwen, her hand inside her dress. "Well, gwen. Imagine meeting you here. Want some company?"
 
Gwen Shimmering

Oh boy, was not Richmond, was the Groom Person himself. And at last I forced my muntinous fingers out from under my dress, bad fingers! Slapped my legs together and shifted my knees to one side, knowing he could see the undersides of my thighs all the way up to my panties in my short dress. But at least I didn't have my hand in my underpants!

'So hey there Keith!' I said with a toss of my wild blonde hair, 'thought I was gonna have the whole week to myself, nobody showing up on time. Or is my palm pilot screwed up again? Seems like I've lived a year down here in the past twenty-four hours, or is that what all this punch and rum does ta your head?'

He stared down at me in his cool Keith-way. Gawd I'd love ta unfluster that flusterless look. Or did that make any sense?

'Wull stand there and look like a mean step-father, or go gemm a fruity umbrella drink, or maybe let's run naked on the beach?'

Now my legs not so slammed together. And another toss of the shimmery blonde locks. Not sure if I looked soft and seductive, or soused and stupid.
 
It was obvious that Gwen had had a few drinks, but I really didn't mind. When she realized I was there, she removed her hand from her dress, although she really didn't have to. I didn't mind at all. "Hawaii has that effect on people. I really couldn't believe how screwed up time seemed when I first moved her. It takes time to get used to. Anyway, I'm probably boring you. You seem like you've had a few of those fruity drinks already. How about you come back to my apartment for a drink." I said noticing that her legs were no longer closed. The way she was tossing her blonde hair was really turning me on.
 
Steve

Nancy sure seemed stammered anytime I asked a question about the wedding or even mildly flirted with her. When I said "The bride should be able to do whatever she wants", she almost threw me out of the car with a wild turn she took. I felt kind of bad and clammed up a little for the rest of the car ride. Maybe it was wrong of me to be flirting with her, although it never stopped either of us before. The fact that she was getting married obviously changed things, and I was wondering if I might have to watch what I'd say to her. Although a couple of times during the drive I felt her grabbing my leg instead of the clutch, so I wasn't too sure if she really meant for me to stop. When we arrived at my hotel I asked her if she'd at least see me to my room.
 
Gwen in the Sand

All right! All right! I admit it, I had fallen flat on my face in the sand in an effort to get up an give Keith a big hug. No, not very ladylike, me on my face with my skirt up over my butt. Still, it made us both laugh so hard he had to sit down next to me to recoup. Me all the time spitting sand outa my moff. Making no effort to deal with that skirt problem. What the hell, had on pretty panties anyway, so big deal huh?

'More than just a couple rum punches Gwen?' he finally manages to say, holding his sides from laughter.

Pretending to pout, sitting up with my legs crossed indian style, facing him up close. Leaning in close to him and shaking my sandy hair all over his chest and lap.

Suddenly now I am flat on my back, at least not eating sand now, with his tall lean body over me, pinning my hands all helpless and up over my head. The skirt back up, one titty popping right outa my dress, looking so white with my tan lines, and my thick blonde hair spread out around my face on the dark volcanic sand.

The smile goes off his face and I think he is trying to remember where we were before this little tussle started.

'Well I gotta have at lease one more rummy drink to get the friggin sand outa my mouth!' I grinned up at him 'you're suite or from Richmond at the bar? your choice Mister Groomie.'
 
Nancy

As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I found that yet again I had to take my hand off Steve's thigh to shift. I'd always been a pretty touchy-feely type person. I was trying to avoid that now because I was worried I might get a little too carried away, but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own.

Steve asked me if I'd at least walk him to his room. He seemed to have gotten a little quiet. Probably trying to figure me out. It seemed as if I was going from being normal me, nicely flirting, then occasionally getting a little carried away, then slamming on the brakes.

I led Steve into the building and waited while he got checked in. He got his key and we headed to the elevator doors.

"I'm sorry if I'm acting a little strangely," I said. "I guess it's just been so long since I've hung out with you, then with the wedding and all, it's like I really don't know how to act around you anymore."

OOC: Just wondering if anyone had any ideas as to how this is going to go - like do I walk in on Keith making out with my little sis or ? Lots of ways to go about this I suppose.
 
Steve

We'd gotten to the hotel and I'd gotten the keys for my room when Nancy said "I'm sorry if I'm acting a little strangely, I guess it's just been so long since I've hung out with you, then with the wedding and all, it's like I really don't know how to act around you anymore."

At first I was really saddened by that statement. It felt like she was saying we couldn't hang out anymore, like our friendship was somehow in jeopardy. I realized that was me taking things way out of context and that the last thing she needed was a blow up with someone who was supposed to be her friend. I'd began to feel guilty for flirting with her earlier in the car. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry it's OK. I understand, what with the wedding and all you've got to be really tense. I'm sorry if I've done anything to make you feel akward. I really didn't mean too".

I held her out with my arms and looked at her and said, "I think you just need to relax for a while. Maybe take some time off from planning the wedding. Is there anyone who could take over for you, maybe I could help or what about your sister or Keith? Either that or get right smashed".
I said with a little chuckle as I gave her a big hug again.
 
Plan?

goddess_euphoria said:
OOC: Just wondering if anyone had any ideas as to how this is going to go - like do I walk in on Keith making out with my little sis or ? Lots of ways to go about this I suppose.

I donn even plan what my next sentence is gonna be, so whatever!
 
Nancy

OOC: OK, no planning, we'll just fly by the seat of our pants! (or panties, which ever!)

IC:
"You haven't done anything that's made me feel akward, I just need to calm my nerves I suppose," I said. We stepped into the elevator and I slipped my hand into his and leaned my head on his shoulder. "So sence I need to relax, you're the perfect person to have around, you always did know how to make me forget about my worries." We got to Steve's floor and walked down the hall to his place.

"I should give Keith a call and let him know we're back so he doesn't worry," I say and pick up the phone. I dial the number and listen while it rings. The machine finally picks up. I leave a brief message telling Keith that we've arrived saftely and not to worry. I sighed as I hung up the phone.

"Hey," I said, walking into the bedroom where Steve was unpacking. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. "I was just thinking, a massage sounds really good, and I remembered how useful you were in that area." I smiled, waiting for his reply.
 
Steve

I was unpacking when Nancy suggested the massage. I smiled at the thought as she came toward me. I was putting my clothes away and said that I would of course, but I just wanted to phone Constence to tell her that I'd arrived in one piece. I picked up my cell phone and turned it on and dialed Constence home number. It rang until the answering machine picked up, feeling a little embarrased I took my bathroom essentials into the bathroom with me as I left a message. This was how our relationship had been lately. Us never being able to get together, it had become very frustrating of late and I had begun to wonder if all her talk about being a motivated career girl was really just a cover for her seeing someone else.

"Hey baby, it's just me, just wanted to say that I got to Hawaii in one piece, and everything is fine. I got my hotel room so you can reach me at the number I left and the room number is 2005."

I ended the call and walked back into the room and noticed Nancy opening a sliding door that revealed the rest of the suite. I was in awe not realizing how much trouble she'd gone too to get me such a nice place. I walked up to her and said "Someone really does deserve a massage, as I put my hands on the back of her shoulders and began to rub".
 
Nancy

Steve called his girlfriend as I opened the sliding doors revealing the rest of the suite. He hung up the phone and walked up behind me as I looked out the window towards the beach.

"Someone really does deserve a massage," Steve said as he came up behind me and started to rub my shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations his hands were creating.

"You know, this would be much more enjoyable if I could lay down." He stopped rubbing my shoulders and turned me gently, indicating the way towards the bed. I stepped in front of him and layed down on the bed, pulling my hair aside and making myself comfortable.
 
"Well Gwen, I'm not sure if you having any more rum is a good idea but I do think that I have something that would help wash away the sand," I say with a smile, grabbing her hand and placing it on my raging hard-on. "How about one of my special "milkshakes".
 
Gwen's Room

The old milkshake line. Why do guys seem to think their stuff is all creamy and sweet? Haven't they ever taken a taste? Snotty and salty is more like it guys. Still. There was something about the feel of it on the back of my mouth.

And that is how I find myself leading Keith and Mr. Johnson up to my suite, Number 2007. Mr. Johnson pointing the way as if he knew it. Me thinking, was I really going to do this? With my one and only Big Sister's groom, just days before the wedding? Blow her groom? No way right? Not that the Nancy would ever do anything so low.

Still, there was that time when I was a sophomore, and she snatched Jimmy Greensleeves, the coolest senior in school, right out from under me, taking him to her senior prom so that he dropped me like some cheap slut. I never really had paid her back for that had I? So was I that petty?

Zap! I stroked the magnetic key card through the slot and the little light went from red to green.

"Must be the right room", I smiled up at Keith as I shoved the door open, "might as well make it our own?"
 
Re: Steve

bigsteve said:
I was unpacking when Nancy suggested the massage. I smiled at the thought as she came toward me. I was putting my clothes away and said that I would of course, but I just wanted to phone Constence to tell her that I'd arrived in one piece. I picked up my cell phone and turned it on and dialed Constence home number. It rang until the answering machine picked up, feeling a little embarrased I took my bathroom essentials into the bathroom with me as I left a message. This was how our relationship had been lately. Us never being able to get together, it had become very frustrating of late and I had begun to wonder if all her talk about being a motivated career girl was really just a cover for her seeing someone else.

"Hey baby, it's just me, just wanted to say that I got to Hawaii in one piece, and everything is fine. I got my hotel room so you can reach me at the number I left and the room number is 2005."

Constance:

That was the last time I heard Steve's voice, pretty long ago considering our relationship. Then again, I wasn't really sure how our relationship was turning out after these past weeks. There seemed to be something, or maybe even someone coming between us. It's Nancy's weeding anyway, so I told myself to push it aside. Steve always mentions Nancy.

After I collected my baggages, I walked over to the public phones. After a few rings, I figured Steve was probably out and hung up. I needed to sort out some thinking anyway.

Thing about Hawaii, there weren't many woods around. I had to settle for a neighbourhood park, though still lugging my baggages around. Something told me that I didn't need to see Steve for now.
 
Gwen seemed a little upset by my offer but still, here she was, leading me through the hotel on the way to her room. She swipped the key card and seemed relieved that it was the right room. Once inside, with the door closed, I pressed my body against hers. I kissed her deeply and passionatly and squeezed her tight ass cheeks. I wanted this ever since I found a diary entry of Nancy's saying how she was unsure about this wedding and how she still had feelings for Steve and shit like that. "Gwen, i want you right here, right now," I said as I placed her hand on my throbbing cock.
 
Gwen and the Balcony

OOC: I seem to be on my knees in both threads I am in, are you guys trying to tell me sumpin? Tapping my toe impatiently, waiting for an answer.

IC: "...and I want you now!" his voice having a desparate quality. Who was I to argue? So with a quick turn and a shrug the little slip of a dress was on the floor in a puddle of floral colors. Me just in my white little thong, my nippies pinged up pink and hard. Knowing that sure, Big Sis had the real beauty in the family, but she couldn't match these hooters. Plus I knew she couldn't suck a golf ball through a garden hose, which I had once won a ton a money on with a fraternity party bet, but that was a whole nuther story.

Now the story was me sitting on the huge firm bed, Mr. Johnson, the little friend of the Groom, poking up outa crisp pale blue boxers. My little fingers touching it gently, nails just etching a track up and down the length of it. Oh my, this was too much for Big Sis, I always picturing her with a whimpey dickey, but this was a major summer sausage. And I juss donn she miss prim doing it justice. So, lemme show him who coined the word cocksucker.

MY bright, smart tongue flicking on the tip now, as my nails dig in just a little. He jerks back.

"Jeez Gwen!" he is gasping, "easy?"

"You is wishing big guy," as I give him the big wide eyes, "I might be easy, but the word ain't in my sexualality vocabularity?" Laughing. Then back to licking.

Tongue running up under the fat vein on the unnerneath of his dick. Feeling his blood, knowing lots of it was still pumping in, that as fat as it was he still had some growing to do. Oh my. This was not gonna be easy. There was that word again.

So here I am, the head of it in my lips, lollipoping his dark red bulb. Teasing at the slit as it oozed his early jizz stuff. Tasting mild but slick on my tongue. Yummskies. Love that pre premordial cumal stuff.

But then. And the fact that I gagged and spit all over his crisp boxers was a sure hint to Keith that sumpin was bad wrong.

"Oh man!" I gasp as I point out the big sliding doors. Doors to my 20th story balcony, with the adjacent balcony angled, so I can see this half of it, and there, standing on this half of it. There. In the fucking next room! The Big Sis, the Bride herself! Leaning out over the railing so close I can see the trim on her hemline is frayed. Oughta toss that rag Sis.

"What? what?" him is saying.

What? The Bride is ten feet away and her Lil Sis has got the Groom's dick in her mouth! That's what! But my mouth is full so I can only point.
 
When she threw off her tiny dress and revealed her thong panties beneath, I felt like I'd never wanted anyone so much! Nancy was beautiful in a conservative way but Gwen was beautiful in a sexy way, Gwen had lots of curves which is what I love! I pulled off my shorts and sat down on the bed in my boxers as Gwen began tracing the length of my cock with her fingers. She then dug her nails in a bit and flicked the head with her tongue. I jerked back and she laughed. My cock had grown thicker and longer then it had ever been and it seemed to just keep growing. All of a sudden, something went wrong. Since my monster cock had filled up her mouth all she could do was point. There, on the balcony next door, was Nancy!!! I couldn't believe it, what the hell was she doing here??? Then it hit me, Steve! "Gwen, is Steve staying in this hotel by any chance??? Well, I guess if nancy wants to watch, we'll give her one hell of a show!" I say as I throw her on the bed and position my huge cock at the opening to
her tight pussy.
 
Gwen's Thing

This is not the reaction of a frightened about-to-be-wedded-in-bliss-guy who is actual about-to-be-caught stuffing his sausage in the Bride's sister! I know he can see Nancy standing out there, looking out over the Pacific (is that right? or is that the Caribbean? oh well), and when he asks about where Steve is staying, I know he has figured it out.

Not that I can answer, cause at the sight of his Bride I swear his hunka hunka meat swells up like one a those long funny clown balloons. And a stifled 'muff, muff' is all I can manage. Damn this is a serious girl fucking device he is weilding here. No way them FDA people have approved this right?

But then he flips me, over and on my back so that my head is hanging down over the edge of the bed. Him on top of me. So that I can look up, and then over at the balcony, then up at him. Realizing he has every intention of pumping my bones, whether Big Sis watches or not!

"Damnit I love a hot set of jugs like those," he grins. And I feel my panties slipping down off my hips. What a smooth talker. But I cup my big white hooters for him, squeezing my tit meat and pinching my pale pink nipps hard, showing it all off for him. My panties tossed over toward the sliding glass doors, as if he hoped to attract attention.

"Love ta see you go out and say hi to Sis after I give these jugs a cum bath, huh babe?"

I think that's when I started with my whole orgasm thing. Oh wow. Big wow at that cum bath idea thingie. Eyes closed, back arched, up on my heels, hips off the bed. What a total fucking slut Gwendolyn!
 
OOC: haha...i barely got started....anyway....play with you guys again in some other thread...angie you have any idea what happened to the society of the dare thread?
 
to mfucker

No idea mfucker...the ever glorious KillerMuffin is the creator, so you could ask her if she intends to start another?

Maybe I will re-start my ill fated visual inspiration thread...I nee a thread to play in...sort of...
 
Hello all,

I don't know if anyone is reading this, but if anyone still wants to play in this thread let me know. I know I created it and abandoned it suddenly, but without getting in to too much detail here on the board I just wasn't able to keep up. I am however now back in my home town and wanting to play again. I will be able to keep up my roles and I promise never to abandon you all again without notice. So if anyone wants to play either email me (I have a new address as well) or post here. If not I understand, but I hope to see you around.

Steve
 
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