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Subject: {ASSM} MB01 Long Wait for Tomorrow by Rachael Ross (M/F, Romance)
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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See below for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr




Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter One




The Long Wait For Tomorrow
by Rachael Ross

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Story Codes: M/F, Romance and another code I'm not giving away

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        "You look so lovely," Mom sighed and her anxious fingers
wouldn't stop plucking at my wedding gown.

        "I know," I said, trying to smile. She was trying to reassure
me and I'd been pretty okay all morning, but now the reality was
catching up with me. I was getting married today.

        "You don't have anything to worry about," mom was saying, as
much for herself as me.

        "Yeah," I swallowed hard.

        "I'm going to go check on your father," she decided. "Are you
going to be alright by yourself?"

        "Yeah, Mom," I said, taking a deep breath as I sat in front of
my vanity.

        "I'll tell Cindy and Carol to come up and keep you company,"
she said, meaning my younger sisters. They were more nervous than I
was.

        "No, um..." I shook my head at that idea. "They'll just make it
worse."

        "Are you sure?" Mom asked, fussing over my veil, which was
pulled back and out of the way.

        "Yeah," I said. "I just...I want to be alone for a little bit."

        "Well, okay," she agreed reluctantly. "It's only another half
an hour, so..."

        "I know," I said, taking a deep breath and letting her brush
my cheek with her lips.

        She left my bedroom and closed the door softly behind her.
There were a dozen people in the hallway, aunts and uncles and
cousins, all guarding my door. Mom would tell them to leave me alone,
or so I hoped. I really didn't need anyone else to be nervous with me;
I was doing that just fine all by myself.

        I'd been engaged for four months and waiting until I graduated
high school for the big day. Steve, my fiancé, was a nice enough guy.
Older, just out of college, but sweet and he loved me. My parents
liked him, well enough that they could accept me getting married at
barely eighteen. I just didn't know why I'd said yes. I loved him, but...
I'd just graduated high school two weeks before. Wasn't there supposed
to be something in between?

        That's what bothered me. I was afraid I was missing something
important. Some part of life that was slipping by, not because I was
getting married specifically, but because...What? I didn't know, or
maybe I did and didn't want to admit it. I didn't know. I was getting
married to a nice man who loved me and could provide for me, and give
me children, and...God! What was I doing?

        I'd felt so good about this for so long. Steve had gotten on
his knee and proposed, and I'd said yes, and I'd been so happy. I'd
been the envy of my friends, engaged and walking around high school in
my cheerleader uniform, showing off my real diamond ring. I'd been
walking on air and teasing the boys who liked me, the ones I'd dated,
the ones I'd dreamt of dating. I was marrying a real man. A college
man. I was set for life, my future fixed and right in front of me.

        Now it was here and I was scared out of my mind, like every
other girl on her wedding day. Probably. I tried to take some comfort
in that, but it was hard. I just felt...Lonely. With a hundred people at
my parents' house, friends and relatives of Steve's family and mine.
All of them ready to spoil me with attention on the biggest day of my
life and all I could think of was...

        "Trent?" I stared at his reflection in the mirror, standing
behind me like a ghost.

        "Hi Molly," he smiled, lifting his hands slightly with a
careless shrug.

        "What are you doing here?" I turned around so quickly that I
nearly lost my veil and my long black hair, so carefully pinned and
coifed, was threatening to spill over my face.

        "I heard you were getting hitched, so..." His smile grew into a
proper grin.

        "But...How did you get in?" I asked and my blue eyes followed
his as he glanced at my open bay windows and the small balcony beyond.
"You climbed up the honeysuckle?"

        "Is that what's growing out there?" he chuckled. "You look
really great, Molly."

        "You can't be in here!" I protested and then frowned at my
bedroom door, lowering my voice. "If someone sees you..."

        "Yeah, no tux," he said, looking down at his t-shirt and
jeans. "Sorry about that."

        "What do you want?" I asked him.

        "I don't know," he shrugged, walking around my bedroom slowly.
"Just to say hi, you know. Wish you well. I don't know your pattern so...
I wanted to get you a spoon."

        "Oh God!" I blinked, as if suddenly realizing that he was
really there and I rose quickly, going to my bedroom door and locking
it.

        "Shy?" he asked with an amused smile playing across his lips.

        "You're not supposed to be here!" I whispered. "I'm getting
married!

        "I'm not the groom," he said. "Your luck's still good."

        "Stop it," I frowned. "You left remember? You didn't even say
goodbye."

        "Well, I didn't know when I'd be back," he said, picking up my
Cinderella snow globe and shaking it.

        "What was I supposed to think?" I asked him. "God! I hate
you!"

        "Molly," he sighed, putting the globe back on my night stand
with the snow swirling madly inside it. "I didn't mean to leave you,
okay?"

        "But you did," I closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. "I'm the
only one you left!"

        "I had to get away," Trent was moving towards me and I shook
my head.

        "No!" I said. "Don't...Stay over there...Stay...Away from me."

        "I was leaving this place, that's all. Not you," he told me,
standing still now, just ten feet from me. "I knew I couldn't take you
with me."

        "Yeah, you could have," I said. "If you loved me like..."

        "I do love you, Molly."

        "...you said you did," I continued. "You'd have taken me with
you, Trent."

        "I've always loved you," his soft blue eyes stared into mine.
"I never stopped."

        "I don't believe you."

        "Eight hundred and twenty one days."

        "What?"

        "I've counted every single one of them," he told me. "I
couldn't go another, not when I heard..."

        "I stopped counting after one day," I swallowed hard.

        "...you were getting married."

        "I died that day."

        "I'm sorry," he sighed. "I didn't want to hurt you."

        "And I cried," I shook my head. "I cried until I was empty
inside."

        "I wanted to protect you."

        "And now you're back?" I wrapped my arms around him, wondering
how we'd gotten so close. "I hate you!"

        "Molly," he was there, taking me in his arms.

        "Why did you leave me?" I whispered.

        "You were only fifteen," he kissed my hair through my wedding
veil and his hands were on my hips, sliding around to the small of my
back.

        "So?" I swallowed hard and forced myself to look up and see
his face. "I'd have gone with you."

        "That's why I couldn't say goodbye," he smiled. "God, you're
beautiful."

        "Do I look like a bride?" I asked him. "Am I blushing?"

        "Yeah," he whispered and his hands moved down to find my ass,
squeezing me and pulling me against his hidden erection.

        "I have to get married," I said, biting my lip and not caring
what happened to my makeup. "I promised."

        "Is he a nice guy?"

        "He's nice," I agreed.

        "Does he love you?"

        "Yeah," I swallowed hard. "He loves me."

        "I wish it was me," he looked away, towards the windows and I
shook my head.

        "It's too late for that," I had my arms around his neck and I
pulled him down to my lips. "I'm not fifteen anymore."

        "I should..." he nodded slowly and his lips brushed mine when he
spoke. I could feel his breath on my face.

        "I wish it was you," I sighed and he kissed me finally,
pressing his mouth to mine and my lips parted so easily, without a
whimper of protest.

        He kissed me and I brought my hands up while he pulled me
towards him. Trent's mouth was on mine, bruising my red painted lips,
his tongue forcing its way past my forgotten reluctance. I might have
hit his chest with my weak fists and shook my body against his grasp,
but I didn't. I moaned and felt his tongue filling my mouth. His body
pressed between my thighs, pushing my gown higher, and I fought the
man with every bit of strength I had, which is to say that I fought
him not at all.

        My tongue found his and I licked him, teasing and caressing
him the way I had so many times before. I tasted his saliva mixing
with my own and my hands found his sides and then his back. I was
pulling him closer, crushing my breasts to his chest. My heart was
beating wildly, the blood rushing through my veins. I was hot all over
and the world was ending.

        Trent pulled me down to the floor and the satin whispered as I
moved. He'd let go of my arms and now held me completely, turning me
while our tongues moved back and forth. From my mouth to his and back
again. We breathed each other's air and kept our eyes open, watching
each other, loving each other across the endless tomorrows as they
melted away. I was forgetting everything but the way he smelled and
tasted and felt upon my body. I was on my back with Trent above me, my
legs spread wide around him with the layers of my gown strewn about my
waist like tissue from a gift too eagerly opened.

        "Fill me," I breathed into his ear, biting him there, licking
and kissing him through his unkempt hair. "I've been so empty since
you left."

        "Leave with me," Trent whispered, turning his face and kissing
the tops of my breasts where my skin was exposed. "We'll go away...Far
away..."

        "Noooo..." I sighed, holding his head with my fingers in his
hair.

        "Please," he licked and kissed at the soft hollow of my throat
and his hand was between us, working to free his cock.

        "I'm getting married," I smiled and giggled weakly, pulling
his lips to mine for another kiss. "It's too late."

        I was reaching down with my hand too, digging through my
dress, getting beneath it to find my panties, the lacy white thong I'd
bought just for this. I was pushing it down, sucking Trent's tongue
with abandon and lifting my hips. We were confused and urgent,
fumbling as if this were the first time in our lives. I felt my
nipples swollen and burning, and the fire in my sex was a living
thing. I was being consumed with my desire and I pulled my panty aside
even as I felt the swollen head of Trent's cock searching for the
entrance to my womb.

        "I love you," Trent breathed into my mouth and his stiff
manhood found me wet and willing. He split the greasy lips of my sex
with a wonderfully hard, swift thrust that stole the air from my
lungs. I was tight and unprepared, my body forgetting what it was like
to be taken with the desperate passion of a man in love.

        "Ahhh!" I arched my back against his penetration, feeling the
walls of my vagina forced open for the first time since he'd left me.

        It hurt. Like the first time we'd made love, when I'd given
Trent my virginity, this was a sharp, pleasurable pain that I
welcomed. He was in me once more, filling me, and I wrapped my legs
around his waist to keep him there. My soft cries filled his lungs and
he gave them back to me. I had my fingers in his back, my long red
nails tearing through his shirt and into his flesh. He thrust again
and I knew he was fully inside me then. His cock reached into the
center of my being, with a deep caress that I remembered only as a
dream and the moment was electric, sending me tumbling headlong into
the orgasm I needed.

        I was cumming wildly, fucking myself on Trent's thick cock
with abandon. I kissed the man wherever my lips found him. His rough
cheeks and jaw, his nose and eyes. I made love to him with every part
of me, begging him to take me and fuck me there on my bedroom floor.
He was panting and working his prick in and out of me quickly, driving
himself deep with every thrust. The pain was gone, buried beneath an
avalanche of pleasure and another orgasm followed hard upon the first.
I was lost and feverish, begging Trent to fill me.

        "I'm going to cum..." he was whispering and it was too soon for
me.

        "No...Not yet..." I breathed, pulling his mouth to mine so I could
fill him with my tongue once again and silence his pending release.

        "Mmmm..." he moaned and pushed my legs up high, over his
shoulders so that my gown spilled around my breasts and shoulders.
Trent bent me double, pinning me to the carpet with my knees above my
aching tits and my legs spread wide around him. He was fucking me hard
now, sliding his thickness in and out of my clasping sex with soft wet
noises to fill our ears. My cum was leaking from around our union,
running down my back and hips, staining my dress and the air with the
ripe scent of our passion.

        "I can't..." Trent winced and arched his back, trying to hold
off and failing. "Molly! I'm cumming...Fuck!"

        I felt his cock jerk inside me, seeming to swell even larger
as it drew the cum from his balls and then ejaculated his sperm
violently into the depths of my trembling body. I felt his cockhead
lodged against the soft walls of my cervix, the bottleneck leading to
my fertile womb and I didn't care. Trent was taking me, stealing the
moment that my fiancé had been waiting for so impatiently. I knew I
was ready, there was no doubt in my mind, and this was what I wanted.
I was cumming again, joining Trent as he filled me with his seed.

        "If I can't have you..." I breathed, kissing his face and
smiling happily, "...I'll have your baby."

        "Molly," he smiled and rolled his eyes, all red faced and
breathless. His cock was still there, still leaking sperm inside me.

        "I'll bring you to the alter," I giggled with orgasmic bliss.
"The only way I can..."

        "Molly..."

        "Inside me," I breathed.

        "I love you so much," he kissed me deeply, his tongue working
inside my mouth while I sucked it gently.

    rap rap rap

        "Molly? Dear? It's almost time..." mom's voice sounded through
the door and Trent's wide eyes mirrored mine. "Molly? Why is the door
locked?"

        "Uh...H-Hold on...Wait...Don't come in!" I said loudly and we were
trying hard not to giggle in our efforts to get untangled. Nervous
fear added to our already excited state and I think we were both giddy
with the realization of what we'd just done.

        "Come with me," Trent whispered, pushing his semi-hard and
very wet cock into his pants.

        "This is no time for games, Molly," mom said and the rattle of
a key inside the lock filled the room.

        "I can't!" I whispered back, pulling my thong up my wet thighs
and into place over my sperm filled pussy. "I'm getting married!"

        "Why?" Trent asked, zipping up his pants and making a little
face that made me grin.

        "Because I can't marry you," I kissed his mouth quickly. "And
I'm too old to run away."

        "Molly...Are you ready? What on earth is going on..." Mom was
opening the door and I was trying to smooth my dress when she saw us.

        "Ummm..." I swallowed hard and I knew exactly what it looked
like. My face burned and I was smiling the way I hadn't since I was
fifteen and in love. I couldn't stop myself.

        She blinked rapidly and the color drained from her cheeks.
"Trent?"

        "Hi Mom," Trent smiled sheepishly and gave her a shrug.
"Surprise."



    end

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