Chapter 2
Alice and Denise – Foolish Savior – Seduced By the Bride-to-be
Less than a month after Miss Ginger left to have her baby at her mother's home in Scotland, several things happened in my life. One, I returned to the local high school and after being tested, found myself very much a hot college prospect. I was accepted to the University of Georgia within a week after submitting my application.
Feeling myself a man of experience with respect to women, I was bold enough to ask Alice Mattingly to the senior prom. Alice was without a doubt the best looking girl in my high school and, according to the guys I questioned, had never put out for anyone, and was perhaps the only virgin in the senior class. I was quite pleased when she accepted my invitation; less so when I learned that her father had forbade her dating anyone, and that she had never even been to one of the school's dances.
I was still trying to figure out how to approach Mr. Mattingly, when my mother's younger brother, Frank brought his fiancé to our home to introduce her to the rest of the family. Inasmuch as Frank lived more than halfway across the country and it mattered little to him and his fiancé where they were to be married, they readily accepted mother's offer of having the wedding at our spacious home.
Now let's understand that I was basically a walking hormone and was absolutely stunned by my uncle's bride to be. In the years since I have seen other, more beautiful women to be sure, but Denise's beauty took me to a new level in measuring a woman's charms.
It wasn't just her looks --- which were stunning to say the least --- there was her attitude, and sense of humor and overall kindnesses toward me that captivated me. Oh, she had shoulder length light brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a gorgeous, open face, tantalizing mouth and a great smile. When she smiled, her whole face lit up, and it affected those around her. Her breasts were full and in proportion to her body. She was possessed of nicely flared hips, and a gorgeous, full ass that made me want to sink my teeth into it and never let go. She was beauty. She was my new masturbatory lover at first sight. She was Denise.
That first night we all went out to the renowned 17Hundred90 Inn and Restaurant, where I partook of the Salmon Oscar – a grilled salmon covered with tender crab meat and asparagus tips finished off with hollandaise and served with creamy risotto and vegetables. I remember most of the evening simply because I sat next to Denise throughout, although she was preoccupied with her fiancé, my uncle Frank.
Still underage insofar as drinking alcohol, Denise insisted that I sample the various wines brought to our table, and I, a neophyte in drinking, was slightly inebriated by the time we arrived at The Raucous House, a cabaret, featuring the local group called Mystery Band.
After being seated, Denise asked Frank to dance only to be rebuffed as he was busy telling my mother how badly his business investments were doing. Turning to me, she said, "Donald, would you please dance with me?"
I managed the first number, but the next was a slow dance and I had to dash away to the Men's Room rather than risk having her feel the hardon I had just from holding her hands.
I avoided her the rest of the evening, retiring to my room the moment we got home. I might have dozed off, but woke on hearing a voice that had to be Denise on the other side of my bedroom wall.
Leaping out of bed I quickly went to my spy hole and peeked into their room.
"No, Frank! No, noooo!" It was Denise! The front of her white dress had been ripped open and she was struggling with Uncle Frank who had a hand trying to cover her mouth while telling her to shut up.
His fly was open and his dick was sticking out. There was no mistaking what his intent was. I had heard of people "seeing red," but I didn't know exactly what they were talking about until that moment.
Rushing to their door wearing pajama bottoms, I pounded on the door, asking if everything was all right in a voice loud enough to rouse my mother who joined me just as Frank opened the door.
"What?" he yelled in my face.
"I ... I heard loud screams ... I thought ... I don't know what I thought," I said, not wanting to tell everyone that I had seen what was going on in the room.
Mother looked over Frank's shoulder and saw Denise in her disheveled dress sobbing on the bed, and understood the situation at once.
"Frank, I think you need to get some coffee in you. Come downstairs with me." There was no give in her tone, and he meekly followed her down the stairs.
Ashley, having joined us just before my mother spoke to Frank, followed me into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Denise.
I stood there in the doorway, not knowing what I should do, or not do until Denise beckoned me over to join them. I glanced at her and saw the top of one breast half out of her bra. I gulped and knew that she was watching me. Our eyes met and she managed a wan smile.
"I want to thank you, Donald. You're my hero," she whispered to me.
Ashley giggled proudly at her compliment, repeating her words. "You're my hero!"
"Th ...thank you," I managed, and red-faced, fled the room.
Back under my covers, I fished out my dick and furiously jerked off, leaving a copious amount of semen on the sheets.
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The following afternoon I found myself alone with Denise in the study. Ashley and Mother were off buying wedding presents or some such thing. Frank was off with an old friend drumming up a business deal.
It became apparent that she had planned the meeting when we had the house to ourselves.
"Please stay with me a while, Donald," she said softly. "That is if you have nothing better to do."
She stood before me, her auburn hair swept back from her forehead, her lips a full rich pink, a pair of small dimples dancing on her cheeks as she smiled.
I felt a distinct sensation in my penis as she stood there, wearing a dress of blue with a full skirt that allowed me to see her legs to the knee. Her legs were long and lovely, and of course, aroused me. My inquisitive eyes followed them from the blue pumps that made her ankles look longer and more beautiful up to the hem of her skirt as continued standing, not saying a word. Later I realized she was allowing me to take her in.
I remained seated with a copy of Gray's Anatomy on my lap. Denise chose to sit down directly across from me in a leather wing chair that had been my father's. She crossed her legs, and for an instant I thought I could see above her stockings to her tanned thighs.
I was almost shaking with nervousness, but managed to control myself through sheer willpower.
She smiled at me, and then crossed her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling. This provocative pose was designed to compel me to note the delicacy of her collar bones and the smooth curve of skin beneath her neck.
From that moment on, I have never doubted a woman's insightfulness when it comes to seduction. For the most part they are miles ahead of their male partners; unless of course, one has been carefully taught by a knowing woman beforehand.
Back to basics ... Denise's perfume drifted across the short distance between us and drugged me as much as smoking a pipe of opium might have. I was unsuccessful in fighting off my cumbersome erection and sat with both hands on the cover Gray's Anatomy.
She got up from the leather wing chair and approached me. "Can I ask you something, Donald?" she murmured while stroking a lock of hair from my forehead.
"Sure," I said trying to hide both my erection and my nervousness.
"Why did you leave me standing on the dance floor? Why didn't you finish that slow dance with me?"
I started to squirm, uncomfortable in more ways than one at her questioning.
"I thought you liked me, Donald," She purred sexily a moment later.
"Denise, please, I can't talk about it. But trust me, I like you. I like you a lot."
