An Olexander Skripnik Adventure Story

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Synopsis:

It first happens when I am the wide receiver for my college football team. Nancy Hunters is a very sexy cheerleader and my quarterback's girlfriend. She is very fond of the excitement of having sex in public places. I know I should have refused her, but I can't. I end up doing it with her on her biggest day.

This story is inspired by a true account.

Preface

You can know a little more about me from the story "Girls' Soccer Coach" written by this same author, who has exclusive rights to tell all my stories.

Many thanks to jhasty658 for his effort in editing as well as suggestions on developments on this story.

The Story

Damon, a freshman athlete, saw me holding a pale pink envelope when I came out of the head coach's office. "Someone's getting married?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "His nephew is marrying Nancy Hunters."

"Nancy 'Clara Bow' Hunters?"

"Yeah," I said, chuckling.

"I've heard of her name, but I have no clue why she has that nickname, and who the hell is Clara Bow?"

"Want to have a coffee?"

"Sure."

"Okay," I said, as we walked toward a lounge. "Clara Bow was an actress of the late 1920s. There were many rumors about her holding orgies for the USC football team in which she serviced the entire team."

Damon laughed. "So Nancy had slept with the entire Scarlet Knights?"

"Nah," I said, also laughing. "I don't know about Clara Bow, but Nancy has never served the entire team. As a matter of fact, I don't think she's slept with very many people while she was here. You know Simon O'Carroll?"

"Yeah, he was our quarterback. He's with the Patriot now but he's not getting much play time."

"Yeah," I said. "He was her boyfriend for a while."

"So is she sexy? Have you slept with her?"

"Oh yeah, she has bedroom eyes and is very sexy. I haven't slept with her, but I have to admit that I spent more than one evening with visions of her in my mind and my cock in my hand."

"Okay. So do you know Coach's nephew, too?"

"Yeah. He's also a Rutgers Alma Mater. He didn't play any sports though. He was a year ahead of me and tutored me in a couple Biology courses."

"Oh I see," Damon said. "Hey, I'm hungry. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No," I said. "Okay, let's go." We went for the cafeteria instead of the lounge.

That evening when I checked the venue of the upcoming wedding and remembered what I told Damon earlier, I knew I had that smile again.

I had never told anyone that I actually had slept with Nancy Hunters. Often the players would brag about their sexual encounters to other players and friends, and I had done it on a few occasions, while I was still the school team's wide receiver. However, at the time I had sex with the popular cheerleader of the Scarlet Knights, Nancy was my quarterback Simon's girlfriend, and it would be very unwise to disclose my affair with the sexy blonde.

Nancy didn't just have bedroom eyes. You don't want to be wearing jeans when she's in her cheerleaders outfit in front of you, because it'll be very easy to develop blue balls. On the other hand, it's equally not a good idea to be in football pants while she's wearing anything that would show off her legs, because everyone will know you're having the Nancy Hunters syndrome, our expression for a big hard-on. The toughest part was that Nancy always dressed in a way to intentionally expose most of her thighs.

My ex-girlfriend Maria was also a cheerleader and so we used to hang out pretty often together with Simon and Nancy. I was injured in a game during my sophomore year and suffered severe Colles' wrist fracture. I was eventually sidelined for the entire season after my surgery. I still saw my teammates a lot, but after breaking off with Maria I didn't hang out with the cheerleaders much. Instead of the football field or the gym, my most frequently visited sports-related venue had become the physiotherapy clinic.

I was very surprised one day when I saw Nancy at the clinic while I was waiting for my treatment.

"What happened to you?" I asked Nancy, while studying her. It was the first time I saw her in jeans.

"Low back spasm," she said, smiling. "How have you been? I haven't seen you for a while."

I raised my left arm. "The screws are starting to rust," I said. "How bad is your spasm?"

Nancy chuckled. "Need any WD40 for your screws?"

"Sure, if you have some spares. How's your back?"

"Well," Nancy sighed. "Still hurts when I bend. I'm now off the roster for at least two weeks."

I didn't know why I started painting a mental picture of Nancy bending in front of me in her cheerleader outfit. It was nice that she wasn't wearing a short skirt, or I'd begin developing the Nancy Hunters syndrome. In fact, her jeans wasn't even the typical tight ones made for girls like her.

"I haven't seen you in jeans much," I said.

"Do I look okay?"

"Of course," I said, and rose as the woman behind the desk waved at me. "Excuse me," I told Nancy.

The woman told me it was my turn. I motioned Nancy over. "Let her have her treatment first," I said to the woman. "She's having a lot of pain."

Nancy smiled at me before she followed the woman into a treatment room.

When I came back to the reception area after my treatment, Nancy was still there reading a book.

"Why are you still here, Nancy?" I said.

"Do you want to have lunch together?"

"Sure."

We had lunch together, and then Nancy said she needed to go for her afternoon class.

Nancy turned around after taking a step off her chair. "Are you going to watch the Sunday game?" she said.

"Of course," I said. "If they know I'm not watching, they'll strip my scholarship." Our team was going to play an away game at Pittsburgh.

Nancy chuckled. "Do you want to watch the game together?"

"Well, okay. Are you coming over? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Why don't you call me up tonight?"

"Okay."

I was still in my bed the next morning when Nancy called me. She was giggling when I answered the phone.

"Too busy with your girl last night, huh?" she said. "You didn't call me."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry, Nancy. I forgot. No, I wasn't with a girl. I was with some friends drinking. I'm not with Maria anymore. You know that."

"Well, Maria starts with the letter M," she said, still giggling. "Where's your N-girl?"

"Oh, you mean Nancy?" I said playfully, and chuckled again.

Nancy burst out laughing. "Say it again when your bud is here," she said.

"I do that all the time. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "Anyway. Do you want to have lunch together before watching the game?"

"Hmm. Are you paying?"

She giggled. "I don't get a big scholarship like you guys have."

"What time?"

"Game starts at four. What about two?"

Nancy wasn't wearing jeans when I went to pick her up for the Sunday lunch. She was wearing a long skirt, which meant it covered her ass well. I cursed as I forgot to beat myself off before leaving home. I was also very hungry because I didn't have breakfast yet.

When we got to the restaurant Nancy suggested, there weren't many customers inside. We had the unusual privilege on a Sunday pickoff picking our seat. We took a table at the side with stalls chairs.

As usual we were joking and casually flirting before and during our meal. Nancy slapped my hand when she giggled. After I applied the tactic of withdrawing my hands, she began kicking me under the table. I didn't mind being kicked gently, but when she began raising her foot higher to kick the lower part of my thigh, guided by her shin along my leg, it became a little too much.

I wasn't sure if I had too much root beer, but I felt the need of a bathroom break. I switched topics to talk with Nancy on some course assignments to allow myself to cool down a little before I told her I needed to go to the washroom.

"Actually, I need to make a trip myself," Nancy said, and scooted to the edge of the bench.

"Lady first," I said, as I didn't want her to notice my physical embarrassment, which didn't go away during the cool off period.

I was considering if I should simply beat myself off as I stepped into the tiny men's room. I knew it wouldn't take long anyway. I swung the door closed behind me.

Before I could turn the knob, the door opened again. I saw Nancy's smiling face. Then she stepped inside through the partially open door and closed it behind her.

I was a few seconds late in asking the intuitive question. "Is the ladies room occupied?" I said, then realized how dumb I was. "What're you doing here?" I asked another dumb question.

Nancy smiled slyly at me. "Are you going to beat yourself off?" she said, as she turned the knob to lock the door.

I felt my face heating up. I then felt my body heating up as I felt her finger on my bulge.

"Maybe I can give you a hand," Nancy said, smiling, while leaning forward.

I wasn't gay, and I wasn't a saint. I held her in my arms and starting kissing her passionately. I began cupping her ass cheeks and pressed my body against hers. I raised her skirt up until I could reach her panties, and started pulling them down, while Nancy struggled to open my jeans.

My underwear and my jeans were only down to my knees when Nancy took my cock into her hand and started stroking it. I reached for her ass again and raised her up a little until the position was right, then I shoved forcefully inside her. I didn't know what made her so wet, the flirting, the kicking, or my kisses. It was a hell of a smooth and joyful drive.

Nancy clenched her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and sucked my tongue as I pumped myself in and out of her. Moments later she was clinching me tightly, and alternated sucking me lips or gnashing her teeth from moaning.

I didn't last long. I didn't know if I was too horny, or my bladder was too full, or was it because I had never had sex in a public place before. I didn't know if Nancy had come either. I made a few more strokes with my deflating cock inside her while kissing her before we disengaged. I put my underwear and jeans back on while she cleaned herself up. I picked up her panties for her. She didn't put her panties on, but stuffed them into my pocket.

I opened the door a little to make sure nobody was outside, and then motioned her to get out of the washroom with me.

Needless to say, the first thing happened when I took her to my apartment was to have sex with her again in my bed. I was still with her in my bed when the game started.

"Hey," Nancy said, while playing with my limp manhood. "Have you ever had sex in the locker room?"

"No," I said, chuckling, while stroking her breasts. "Have you?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "The first time was when I was in high school, and it was right before the half time break. If he had come a little later, we'd have been expelled." She giggled.

I laughed. "Did you come?"

"In the locker room? Or at the restaurant?" she said, smiling slyly at me.

"Both."

"No," she said, while pinching my scrotum.

"Do you do it a lot?"

"Well," Nancy said, giggling. "A little. Do you like it?"

"I don't know," I said, chuckling. "Well, I think it's exciting, and also, you know, a little scary."

"You've never done it before?"

"Only inside the car."

Nancy giggled again. She thought briefly. "You're coming to next week's game, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. Aren't you?"

"Have you ever been to our locker room? I mean the cheerleaders one."

"Of course not," I said.

"Go there after half time."

It was then I remembered this girl in my bed was my friend and teammate's girlfriend. I must have displayed a hesitate expression.

"You're not telling him, are you?" she said, giggling.

"He won't do it?"

"Not in the dressing room, and actually, he can't, unless he injured himself on purpose."

I was still wordless.

"Well," Nancy said lazily. "Was Maria your only woman when you were with her?"

I knew my face was heating up again. It took me quite a while to admit it. "No," I said.

"Am I the only woman he has?"

I chuckled. It was apparent she already knew the correct answer, so I didn't have to cover up. "No," I said promptly.

Nancy smiled sweetly at me. "After half time?" she said, while playing with my balls.

"After half time," I said, smiling at her, and resumed stroking her breasts.

"And until I have my orgasm?"

"Sure," I said, chuckling.

We maintained our affair behind Simon's back for a couple months. We mostly had sex in public places, where Nancy enjoyed the excitement the most. we stopped doing it after I started going out with another girl. We still talked and flirted occasionally, but it never evolved into an intimate situation anymore. About a year later Nancy split with Simon.

I saw Nancy together with Edwin, my biology tutor and the nephew of the football team head coach, a few months before her senior year final exam. She called me that night telling me she was experiencing a new horizon of a serious and monopolized relationship. We also talked about a lot of other things. she even teased me about some moments during our previous affair, but made it clear the only future sexual thing between she and me was that I could think about her while beating myself off.

Edwin came back to Rutgers to take up a laboratory job shortly after I became an athletic trainer of the football team. Because Edwin's uncle was now my boss, we came together quite often. About six months later Edwin was offered a forensic lab job at Newark with better pay and benefit, and from then on we started seeing each other less often.

A month or so before I received the wedding invitation, I found a message on my answering from Edwin when I came home. I returned the call. Edwin was not at home, but Nancy answered my call and told me the news. I congratulated her and we talked for about half an hour before hanging up. Later that night, Edwin called me again, and we talked for another fifteen minutes. I also agreed to be an usher at the ceremony.

I didn't expect to see Nancy and her sister Pat at the bridal and tuxedo shop when I went there to pick up my usher attire a couple weeks before her wedding. They were there for a minor alternation of her wedding gown. I was about to go into the fitting room when Pat's pager buzzed. She checked the message.

"Nancy," she said. "I got to go now. There's a derailment."

"Okay," Nancy said, then she turned to me. "Alex, do you mind giving me a ride home?"

"No, of course no."

"Thanks, Alex," Pat said. "Sorry, Alex. Sorry, Nancy. I'll call you later tonight." She then left.

"What does she do?" I asked Nancy when Pat went out of the shop.

"She works for the PR department of the NJ Transit."

"Oh, I see. I'll try on this tux and then I'll take you home."

"Let me see how you look in it."

"Okay."

When I came out of the fitting room in my rental tux, Nancy smiled at me and said, "You look very nice in it. How's the fitting?"

I turned around in front of the mirror while the saleslady looked me up and down, and pulling the corner of my tux here and there. "Fits very nicely," she said.

I smiled at the saleslady, then at Nancy, before I went back to the fitting room to change back.

"Where's Edwin?" I said as we went out of the shop.

"Still at work," Nancy said. "He's been pretty busy these few weeks. Everyone's sending materials over even if it's a pet abuse case."

I chuckled with her. "So are you nervous?"

"Well, I don't know," she said, with a sigh. "I don't think I'm really nervous, but the pressure, gee, it's tough. What's worse is that he's so busy at work lately that I'm doing almost everything by myself."

"Well, once it's over, and you're on the Bermuda cruise, you can relax and enjoy."

She giggled. "Yeah, I'm longing for that moment. Hey, I haven't had anything since breakfast. Will you buy me something to eat?"

"I'm starving, too," I said. "You pick a place. I don't know Newark that much."

"I'll show you which restaurant we're going to have the bridesmaids' luncheon."

"Okay."

It was a nice small restaurant she took me to. The atmosphere and lighting were very relaxing.

"I forgot to ask if you're dating," Nancy said while we waited for our food.

"No, not for like a few months."

"Gee," she said, giggling. "It looks like you change dates once every three months."

"Not really," I said, chuckling. "But you can't control this thing, can you?"

Nancy giggled. "Depends on what thing."

I chuckled again. "Not many customers here now. Is it because it's a Monday?"

"I don't know," she said, and paused while the waitress served the food. "I actually haven't been here much. It's Pat's suggestion."

"I see. Toast!" I said and took my glass of draft in my hand.

Nancy clanged her cocktail glass gently at my glass. "Toast! Thanks."

After the main dish, Nancy said. "I think I forgot your ex-girlfriend's name. Was she Judie or Julie?"

"Julie."

"How come you're not following the alphabet?" she said, smiling.

I chuckled again. "Well, Sometimes not. I think I'll pick a K-girl next time though."

"Hey," Nancy said, lowering her voice. "Did you do it in public with Julie a lot?"

I chuckled once again, and also lowered my voice. "Never. She didn't like it. You?"

"Nah," she said, giggling, with a little pink on her face. "He's a chicken in this department."

I nearly laughed out loud. I turned my head to see if there were many customers at tables near us. All adjacent tables were empty.

I was about to grab my draft when I felt Nancy kicking me underneath the table. "What?" I said.

Nancy smiled at me, but didn't say anything. Well, not with her mouth. Instead of kicking me, she was running her instep along my leg. I began breathing a little faster.

I had been feeling composed all evening since I saw Nancy at the shop. She was wearing a poplin full skirt that hit just below her knees. The reminder that she was marrying a friend had kept me from any wild imagination of her. All these had now broke down, and I knew I was developing a bulge.

I believed Nancy was feeling something. Her smile had disappeared. She was looking straight into my eyes, with her mouth slightly opened, and the tip of her tongue was visible licking her lips. She continued stroking my leg and calf with her instep.

Finally she broke the silence. "The ladies room," she said softly. Then she rose from her seat and went toward the back.

I had wanted to struggle, but apparently I failed, even before I started trying. I waited a little while in my seat, but it was mainly because I hoped my bulge would ease off a little before I followed Nancy. It didn't work.

The ladies room door was slightly opened, which clearly meant Nancy was alone inside. I tapped on the door after checking nobody was watching me. She opened the door for me. It was a small washroom with only one toilet in it, which made it a perfect place for our activity.

Nancy locked the door once I stepped inside, and I held her in my arms, sucking her lips and tongue, running my fingers all over her back and ass, and pressing myself against her. Very soon I was stroking her thighs underneath her lifted-up skirt, and she was slipping a hand between our bodies to open my pants.

We didn't break our kiss while her panties fell onto her feet, and my pants and brief slid down my leg. A few seconds later I was shoving inside her, while gripping her ass cheeks and she wrapping tightly around me. She had broken the kiss since I began shoving, and instead had been looking steadily at my eyes, starting from smiling to biting her teeth.

Even though I had not had sex in a while, it was still a very big and remarkable orgasm when I shoot inside her. I also knew she had come, moments before I did, from the expression on her face and eyes. It took quite a while for both of us to subside.

I took Nancy back to her home after the dinner. I didn't go inside. We knew it would be a very stupid thing to do so. Nancy, however, wanted me to accompany her to the church, where her wedding ceremony would be held, for a 'final inspection' the next day.

I called in sick the next morning. I took her to the church, and we had sex in the ladies room.

"Wow," Nancy said when we were driving away from the parking lot. "It's the first time I've done it in the church. Gosh, I want to know how it feels if we do it on the altar."

I laughed. "And while you're in your wedding gown, huh?"

She giggled. "That will be perfect. I'm still trying to make him change his mind to do it with me while I'm in my gown. What a waste if it goes to the laundry without a stain?"

A week before the wedding, I got a call from Simon O'Carroll, Nancy's ex-boyfriend. He told me his team was playing the New York Giants and asked if I would like to join him and a couple former Scarlet Knight players for a drink. I agreed.

I found out none of them were invited to Nancy's wedding, even though except Simon, the other two guys both worked and lived nearby.

"I guess she doesn't want her ex-boyfriend to appear in her wedding," Simon said.

"I guess because I haven't seen both of them since I left Rutgers," said Jimmy, who was the backup quarterback when he was with the Scarlet Knights.

Bernard, a former defensive back and now a New Jersey state trooper, had been rather silent and looked a little upset since I told them about Nancy marrying Edwin.

"What's the matter?" I asked Bernard.

Bernard finished his beer, then let out a sigh. "I see Edwin every month. Actually, I saw him last month and helped him get away with a speeding ticket, and he didn't tell me about his wedding."

Jimmy said, "Have you ever slept with Nancy?"

"Fuck you!" Bernard snapped at Jimmy. "Everyone knows I haven't. I'm the only fucking Scarlet Knight who can never get fucking laid."

Our table became silent. Finally Jimmy said, "I'll go get some beer." He got up and went for the bar.

When Jimmy came back with mugs in his hands, Bernard apologized to him, "I'm sorry, Jim. I don't know how many of you have, but I haven't."

"It's okay," Jimmy said, while putting a mug in front of Bernard. "Actually I haven't either. I wish I had." He grinned at us.

Bernard looked at me. "No," I said. "I wish I had, too."

"Well," Simon said, smiling. "I suppose everyone who was with the football team is not invited. I guess Alex is the only exception."

"And why the fuck is that?" said Bernard.

"Well," I said. "I guess it's because I'm Edwin's uncle's assistant."

"Whose idea do you think it is?" said Jimmy.

"Must be the fucking bitch," said the unhappy Bernard.

"I don't know," I said. "I'd rather not know."

"Anyway," Jimmy said. "I don't really fucking care if I'm invited or not. I do fucking care what time that barmaid gets off work."

"Oh, fuck," Bernard said, grinning at Jimmy. "It should be my turn this time. Leave her alone for me, you mother fucker."

"Okay, okay," Jimmy said, laughing. "Your turn this time. I'll call your wife out instead."

Bernard laughed as well. "I'm gonna fuck you in your fucking ass until you become gay," he said, with a pause. "You know, actually I don't care if I'm invited or not either, but it kinda pisses me off he didn't let me know of it."

"Well," Simon said to Bernard. "Get over with it, dude. Also..." He turned to me and continued. "Alex, do you think Maria will be there?"

"I thought she had gone to Chicago after college."

"She's back. I saw her outside my hotel yesterday. She said she moved back about a year ago. I didn't have the chance to talk with her in detail. I was in a rush. I didn't even get her phone number."

"Well," I said. "I actually don't know who else is invited to the wedding. I know two other ushers, one is also a Rutgers graduate. I don't know any bridesmaids."

"Hey, stop the bull shit," Jimmy said, casting his attention at a group of three single girls being seated at a table not far away. "Time to test our lucks."

"Fuck," Bernard said. "I shouldn't have gotten married so soon."

During the rehearsal, Nancy found me at a corner. I was calming myself down after a bitter moment when I flirted light-heartedly with a bridesmaid and she took it personally.

"It looks like you're not enjoying yourself," Nancy said playfully to me.

"Did she tell you?" I said.

Nancy giggled. "I forgot to warn you. She's not into any flirting lately after being dumped by her guy not long ago."

"Well," I shrugged. "I can't help her. But it's also a good lesson. I'll remember to read behind the face before I flirt with any woman."

Nancy chuckled. "That will be a valuable lesson."

"By the way, is any of your former cheerleaders coming to the wedding?"

"No. Why?"

"You don't see any of them anymore?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Well, I saw Simon last week. He said he saw Maria."

"Oh," Nancy said. "How's he? And how's Maria?"

"He was playing the Giants. He said Maria's back from Chicago but he didn't know anything beyond that. He was in a rush. You haven't talked with Maria?"

"I haven't talked with her since graduation."

"What about the others?"

"Well," Nancy said, glancing around. "I'll talk with you about this some other day. Who else was there?"

"There?"

"With Simon."

"Oh," I said. "Jimmy and Bernard."

"How have they been?"

"Jimmy's still fooling around," I said, and chuckled with Nancy.

"And Bernard?" she said.

"You haven't seen Bernard lately?"

"No, not like in a year or so."

"He said he saw Edwin last month."

"Oh," Nancy said. "I didn't know that. It must be about his speeding ticket."

I saw Pat coming over. "So are we leaving for the restaurant now?" I asked Pat.

I was handing out ceremony programs to the guests at the foyer of the church when my mobile phone buzzed. I gave my deck of programs to another usher and went outside to answer my phone.

"Got a couple minutes?" Nancy said on the line.

"Now?"

"Outside the bathroom," she said, then hung up.

I checked my watch, it was about twenty five minutes before the ceremony. I looked around, and saw nobody paying attention at me. I felt a little uneasy she wanted to talk with me, apparently in private, before the ceremony. Nevertheless I went over to the bathroom. I knew which one she meant and where it was because I had sex with her there a couple weeks before.

I hadn't seen Nancy that day yet. She looked gorgeous, wearing an exquisite strapless silk gown with sweetheart neckline, sleek bodice and full-length princess seams. She smiled at me as I walked toward her in the silent corridor.

"You're beautiful," I said as I was close to her. "How long have you been here? I mean the church."

"Thanks, Alex," she said, smiling. "About ten minutes."

"So what's it?"

"Well, guess who gave me a call this morning?"

"Who?"

"Maria."

"How did she find you?"

"Through friends," Nancy said. "She gave me her best wishes. And guess what?"

"What?"

"Simon wasn't telling you the truth," she said, smiling slyly. "They didn't just talk a lot, but spent the night together." She giggled.

I nearly burst out laughing. "Oh my God," I said.

"Maria said she called up most of her old friends, except you."

I chuckled with Nancy.

"And Bernard also called to congratulate me," she went on slowly. "I think Maria told him to. Anyway, I could hear the bitterness in his voice. He said he's been seeing Edwin but nobody has told him the news. Well, it wasn't my idea. I didn't even know that." She let out a sigh.

"You can't please everyone," I said. "So don't worry. It's your big day, cheer up!"

Nancy smiled at me. "Well," she said softly. "I don't know why." She paused and looked away from my face. "You know, I don't know why, but I really want to stain the gown." She giggled with a pink on her face.

She had to be insane. It was less than twenty minutes from her wedding, and she was suggesting something ridiculous.

I was still thinking what to say when she raised her hand to run along the lapel of my tux. She reached out her other hand to grab my hand. "Come on," she said softly, and lead me toward the washroom.

I knew I should have resisted it, but in fact I was following her, into the washroom, then into the compartment we had been in before.

I started kissing her as she moved her lips over, and very soon our tongues were dancing together passionately. I began stroking her smooth skin above the neckline of her dress, while she ran her fingers over my shirt. I felt her warm breath blowing on my face, as I felt my heartbeat picking up pace.

Nancy broke the kiss. "We don't have much time," she whispered, and began lifting up her skirt.

I bent down and watched her legs in white nylon exposed to me as the hem was lifted up. I put my hands on her legs, sliding up while hearing her breathing faster. Soon I was running my fingers along the band of her stockings, and then the satin like skin of her thighs. I heard a cheerful sigh from her.

I followed the straps and found her garter. It was a very intriguing vision. My mouth was dry. The blood in my body was rushing to my groin. Then into my vision came her lacy white panties, with a contrasting silhouette of brownish blonde hair underneath the flimsy fabric. I ran my fingers to the outside and up to her waistband, then slowly slid them down her thighs. I put them in the pocket of my tux after she carefully stepped out of them. I rose while opening my fly.

Nancy was smiling at me with glistening eyes, while holding her long skirt in her hands. I smiled at her as I reached inside my pants, pushed my briefs down a little, and got my hard cock out. I made a tiny step towards her.

"Be careful," Nancy whispered, while raising a leg to rest on the toilet cover.

I nodded, and held my cock in my hand, guiding it toward her pussy. I felt her damp slit and slowly pushed inside. I was enveloped by her warm, smooth, and moist lips. She was much tighter than usual, apparently from the exceptional nervous feeling. I knew we didn't have much time to enjoy it. It wasn't a good idea for them to be looking for a missing bride when it's time for her show. I pushed all the way inside of her until my balls met the bottom of her crotch.

Nancy let out another sigh of relief. "Oh yes," she cooed. "Hold me and do me. Hold me tight and fuck me hard."

I grabbed her ass cheeks, and started pumping in and out of her. Nancy began to moan into my ear. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, faster. Yeah. Oh my." She began moving her hips to my pace, and continued moaning.

I began pumping faster and harder. The nervous excitement, the heavenly tunnel I was thrusting in and out, as well as her tighter than usual grip, all made it extremely sensitive for me. I started breathing faster and deeper, gripping her ass tightly as my motion got more forceful.

It didn't take long before I began to feel the urge. I knew it was going to be a huge one. I looked at Nancy and saw her closed her eyes, and moaned through her tight teeth. I felt my balls began to convulse as I saw Nancy's jaw began shaking.

I heard a loud sound outside. Someone had pushed open the washroom door. My heart nearly throbbed out of my mouth. I stopped all my actions, including my heartbeat. Nancy had also frozen, looking at me with creepy expression in her eyes.

I heard footsteps drawing close, then someone went inside the compartment next to ours. I was still gripping Nancy's ass, but instead of pulling her to me, I tried my best to hold her in place. The wait for that goddamned whoever to finish using the bathroom was like an eternity. Finally I heard the sound of flushing, then the sound of the person washing her hands, and eventually the sound of the door opened and closed.

I let out a sigh with Nancy. What a pity. We were both on the edge of a huge and exciting orgasm, but it was spoiled badly by someone who had to pee at the worst moment. We wouldn't have enough time to start over again. I began to slowly pull out of her, and found out something was wrong.

I felt a little pain from down there. Nancy had been gripping my cock extremely forcefully, most likely because of the startling disturbance. I looked at her. Indeed there was still an uneasy and nervous expression on her face.

"You're gripping me," I whispered.

Nancy took a couple deep breaths. "Yeah, I know," she said in a very low voice. "Give me a few seconds."

I tried to help by moving my hands to the front of her hips and pushed, while trying to pull myself out of her. I felt another painful grip on my cock from her as she groaned, "Stop it. You're hurting me."

So I stopped. I looked at her as she breathed deeply and slowly. However, instead of easing off, it seemed like she was gripping me harder and harder. On top of the pain, I also began to sweat. I removed my left hand from inside her gown to check the time. It was only a few minutes before she was expected to walk down the aisle.

I saw sweat developing on Nancy's temple. Her expression also changed to an unsettled and fretful one. There was nothing I could do except sweat myself out, glancing at my watch and Nancy's face.

Time began to run out, but my hard cock was still buried deeply inside her. I wasn't sure if I had started to feel faint as my blood circulation was interrupted at my crotch.

"Do you want me to try pulling?" I whispered.

"Try it slowly," she said, in a near crying tone.

I tried, and saw a painful expression on her face, as well as another pain from my cock. I stopped.

Tears started flowing down her face. Nancy released her gown and put her hands on my shoulder while sobbing. I sighed while patting her shoulder. Only time could cure us, but time was also against us. It was less than two minutes from the ceremony by now.

After about thirty seconds, I decided to try it again. "Let me try again," I said, and then pulled again. My pain and Nancy's grip caused me to stop.

"Damn," Nancy cried. "You're hurting me."

"I'm sorry," I said. I knew it was the end of a graceful day for both of us. I held her in my arms while she wept on my shoulder.

The wait for the embarrassed help was like an eternity. Finally, about ten minutes past the scheduled time, I heard people talking outside the washroom. The door swung open, and footsteps drew close. Someone knocked on the door of our compartment.

I looked at Nancy, who had stopped her weeping by now. She looked at me, and sighed embarrassingly at me. She was still gripping me as tight as a pipette clamp. I believe my blood filled cock had already developed to a big bruise by now. It hurt badly.

"Someone inside?" I heard the voice of a bridesmaid.

"Who is inside?" said another bridesmaid.

"Nancy, is that you?" it was the voice of Pat.

I looked at Nancy again. Instead of a sigh, she was now smiling at me, albeit still with embarrassment. I slowly reached my hand over to the lock, and opened the compartment door.

It was actually a funny sight, as I saw the three women covering their face with their hands and screamed when the door was opened. Of course both Nancy and I were not in a mood or position to laugh.

Pat was the first one to recover from the stun. "What happened?" she asked, smiling at us.

Nancy let out a long sigh. "I think I've got a spasm."

The three of them began laughing and bending. It took them quite a while to stop laughing.

"Can we help?" Pat said after her laugh.

"I don't know," Nancy said in a red face. "It hurts like hell when he... well, when he pulls."

There was another round of laughter.

Finally, Pat said again. "Do you want to try again? We can help pull you. Or do you think you need a doc?"

"Let's try," Nancy said with a sigh.

The three of them put their hands on Nancy and looked at me. "Okay," I said and pulled. It hurt, but I was still trapped painfully inside Nancy.

"Well," Pat said after the failed attempt. "Nancy, I guess your wedding and honeymoon are over."

Nancy sighed. "I know."

"Do you want me to call for an ambulance?"

"What else can you do?" Nancy said, with another sigh.

I have had many embarrassing moments in the past, none of them half as bad as this one. I didn't dare to look around. I didn't dare to look into Edwin's eyes. Actually I didn't dare to meet anyone's eyes. I kept my eyes to Nancy's chest above her neckline because it was the safest place to look at. I knew she had also been studying my bowtie all the time.

Nancy was given an injection at the hospital to relax her muscles. And eventually I felt her grip loosening. It was the biggest relief of my life when my bruised cock was freed from her. We exchanged a last smile before we were separated for a brief checkup.

When I got out of my ward, I asked the nurse if Nancy was still there. She scowled at me and told me her sister had taken her away already.

I called a cab to take me back to the church and found my car. I drove to the pharmacy for the prescription the doctor wrote me before going home.

It was a Sunday the next day. I didn't go anywhere. I still felt the pain down there. I was also thinking what to say to my boss the next day. I had screwed up his nephew's wedding and marriage. It would be rational for him to fire me, and I wouldn't blame him for doing so.

My phone rang. I answered it. It was from Nancy.

"I hope you're fine," she said in an unexpected calm tone.

"Yeah," I said. "And you?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Pat said the tall usher is an attorney and is filing for the divorce for him."

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

"Nah," Nancy said. "I deserve it. It was my idea. You just couldn't refuse it, could you?" she giggled.

"I guess not," I said, and laughed.

"Well," Nancy said. "Pat has a friend at Las Vegas. I'm quitting my job and am going there for a vacation. I... well, I don't know if I will come back."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say it again," she said. "I don't know what are you going to tell your boss." She giggled again.

"I don't know either," I said, chuckling. "I was thinking about it. Anyway, Nancy, well, are you driving or flying?"

"Don't worry about it," Nancy said. "Pat's taking care of me."

"Give me a call when you get there."

"I will," Nancy said, with a deep breath. "You know, it's a pity. I was almost there, and I know you were, too."

"Yeah," I said, laughing, then with a sigh. "I'm still sorry."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I actually feel pretty relieved right now," she said slowly. "You know, over the past couple weeks I'd been wondering if it was the right choice. You know, there were things I didn't know about him, and, of course same for him. I had thought about postponing the wedding. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."

"Anyway," Nancy said. "It's embarrassing, and it's hard to face it here. That's why I'm taking a vacation. But I'm feeling kind of free, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Well, Alex," Nancy said. "I'll give you a call when I'm settled down. You take care of yourself."

"I will, Nancy. You take care, too."

I went straight to my boss' office first thing when I went to work on Monday. I knew I might as well face the music. The head coach wasn't there. I went to the gym and started work.

The head coach Stuart showed up at the entrance of the gym a little before lunch time. I went over to him.

"I'm sorry," I said to him. "I'm very sorry."

"Don't worry about it," he said. He wasn't looking at me though. He was watching the kids inside the gym.

I didn't say anything. I waited for him.

"I'm not firing you, Alex," he said slowly. "But you probably have to look for a job soon."

I looked at him. Stuart also slowly turned to look at me. "They have just hired a new head coach," he said. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It happens all the time," he said. "Yeah, I still don't feel good about it, even though it's not the first time for me. It probably won't be the last time. But it's so common it actually doesn't mean anything."

I looked at my boss. I couldn't come up with anything to console him.

"Anyway," he went on. "I've heard the new coach has a full team of assistants he's interested to bring with him. So don't spend your pension so fast. I don't know where I'll be going so I don't have a plan for myself or any of you guys."

"Don't worry about me," I said. "I'll take care of myself."

"Good," he said. "Oh, and by the way, Edwin's not giving you back your present. He said it cost him a lot for that fucking worthless ceremony. He did say the word fucking." He laughed.

I laughed as well. "I thought the bride's family pays for the ceremony."

"Yeah, I told him the same," the coach said, still laughing. "He's not giving me back my present either."

- End -

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