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Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross
"You look so lovely," mom sighed and her nervous fingers wouldn't stop
plucking at my wedding gown.
"I know," I said, trying to smile, but I was finally nervous. I'd been
waiting for this day a long time.
"You don't have anything to worry about," she 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.
"No, um…" I shook my head at that idea. "They'll just make it worse."
"Are you sure?" she 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, 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
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 big 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 I almost lost my
veil and my long black hair, so carefully pinned and coifed, was ready
spill all over.
"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 those vines are?" 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 looked 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."
"Oh God!" I suddenly realized 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.
"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 snow globe back on my night stand. "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," 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," I said.
"Eight hundred twenty one days," he said.
"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 said.
"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 then 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 muffled protest. I hit his chest with
my weak fists and shook my body against his grasp. 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 others' air and kept our eyes open, watching each
other, loving each other across the years that were melting 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 cunt 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 the very bottom of my cunt,
stretching every part of me 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 t was too soon for me.
"No…Nooo…" 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 sloppy hole 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 sex.
"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 cunt. He was spraying thick jets of semen
against my cervix, the bottleneck leading to my fertile womb and I
didn't care. He was filling 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 baby.
"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 pumping sperm inside me.
"I'll bring you to the alter," I giggled. "Just like this…"
"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…" my mother's voice and Trent's eyes
widened. "Why is the door locked?"
"Uh…H-Hold on…Wait…Don't come in!" I said loudly and we were giggling,
trying hard not to and scrambling to get untangled.
"Come with me," Trent whispered, pushing his semi-hard and very wet
cock into his pants.
"This is no time for games," mom said and the rattle of a key inside
the lock filled the room.
"I can't!" I whispered back, pulling my thong into place over my cummy
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 said. "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 I looked like.
She blinked rapidly and the color drained from her cheeks. "Trent?"
"Hi mom," Trent smiled sheepishly and gave her a shrug. "Surprise."