CHAPTER SEVEN: AN UNEXPECTED WEDDING GIFT
Ah, Liz…
Liz was a hanger-on to our core group. A little younger, a little crazier. She dresses with a hippy tie-dye blouses and long skirts that hid what promised to be an exceptional body that has long and lean with curves to spare.
I had had several hot slow dances with her over the years… the kind that let you stand side by side, not looking at each other while the semi-erect parts softened. Her long, hard nipples pushing at the tie-dyed fabric of her blouse, braless and free. My dick crowding the zipper of my tight bellbottoms. However, we always dropped the moment of lust. We are friends after all.
The unfortunate thing about Liz, frankly, was that she had a face that would scare small children. Her mouth was crowded with so many teeth that she could barely close it. A blob of a nose upturned to almost skeletal effect. Her forehead had a rather pronounced brow, and though her eyes were a lovely brown, the lack of eyebrow hair made them rather look lost and forlorn. Her lack of a chin didn’t help either.
But, to top it all, she was fun. She was good-natured and had long light brown curly hair down to her ass.
Okay, to dancing and friendship- a crosscut to the night before my wedding to Mae. We had had the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Moreover, my best man and the two ushers were throwing a little bachelor party for me in our motel room. There was Peter, my best man and Alan and Peter, the two ushers. There was also Bobbie, Mae’s maid of honor, and Liz.
Bobbie and I found ourselves in my room after a while. I hadn’t seen her for about a year since she’d graduated and gone home to Washington. She hadn’t changed much, still a big glorious gal with that magnificent chest. She had cut her hair in some kind of pageboy thing but I prefer her long golden tresses.
I lay down on the bed, fully clothed. Bobbie sat beside me, also clothed. I didn’t expect anything to happen. I was getting married the next day. We were just talking.
“I can’t believe she suckered you into marrying her,” she told me. “Is the sex any better?”
I looked at her. “None of your business,” I said.
She laughed. “Guess not, then. You’ve been fooling around?”
I thought of Melissa but said nothing.
“Hmmm…hmmm,” Bobbie said. She stared at my crotch that had begun to rise with the talk. She reached out and caressed my hard dick through my jeans.
“Wish I could help you out tonight but it would be bad form for the Maid of Honor to get the Groom off the night before the wedding, wouldn’t it?” she said.
I tried to be cool. “Bad form but who has to know?”
She laughed.
“Unh-uh,” she said. “Not me. But you’re sure getting hard there.”
She squeezed my dick head through the fabric.
“Maybe you should jerk off,” she said.
“Maybe you should jerk me off,” I replied.
“No, no. I will not touch my best friend’s husband,” she said. However, after a moment, she added, “But I will show you my tits while I watch you jerk off. How about that? I remember how much you liked them.”
I desperately wanted to fuck her tits again and I figured if I got her top off that would be a start. I nodded.
Inches from me, Bobbie began to unbutton her blouse. She did it slowly. She opened her shirt to show me her bra encased treasures, deep cleavage bursting at the top. My hand found my dick, hard beneath the zipper of my jeans. Bobbie opened her bra in the front. She undid the snap and her mammoth breasts fell out of their cups. They hung before me, ripe melons, the white nipples crossed with light blue veins.
“Bobbie,” I moaned as I reached to caress one.
She stopped my hand.
“No touching,” she ordered. “I touch my toys. You touch yours.”
“C’mon, Bobbie…” I begged.
“No,” she replied. Then she lifted her boobs and gave each one a lick. The nipples hardened under her tongue. She held them inches from my face, teasing me. I stuck my tongue out but she pulled them away.
“Take your cock out so I can see it,” she demanded.
I unzipped my pants and slipped my dick through the fly. It was huge.
“Ooh, baby, you’re even bigger than I remember,” she crooned.
She rubbed her tits together and squashed them between her arms.
I stroked my cock.
“Spit in your hand and smear it all over that big thing,” she said.
I did as she asked. She squealed with delight. She began to chew on those big nipples. I was getting close. Bobbie noticed.
“Oh, fuck Mae,” she said. “You want to fuck my big tits, Danny?”
“You know I do,” I said. I reached out and got a handful of one of her meaty breasts. The other one brushed the tip of my penis.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
“Forget it,” I said. “Give me those big tits.”
She brought one close to my mouth.
The phone rang again.
The nipple was huge and almost on my tongue.
“Danny, it’s Mae.” Said a voice from the other room.
Bobbie pulled away. She was smiling.
“She’s late,” she said, stuffing her tits back into their cups. “Mae told me she was going to call exactly at eleven pm. It’s eleven-oh-one. You weren’t even supposed to get your hand on my boobs.”
I looked at the clock: 11:01 p.m.
“Bitch,” I said and picked up the phone.
As Mae droned on, I watched Bobbie sneeringly button up her top. When she was done, she leaned over and mouthed the words, “Want me to blow you while you talk to her?”
My eyes widened. I nodded vigorously.
Bobbie brought her mouth close to my cock. Her warm breath moistened the skin. She gazed at me as she let her mouth run achingly a bare inch away from my prick for its entire length. Then when she was at the head, she quickly kissed the tip and threw a blanket over me.
