I guess I have to figure out where to start... It was my wedding day when my life started to get better, but not for the reasons you might think. I was marrying the 'girl of my dreams', I thought. I had known her in high school, but she was three years younger than me. She came to study at my college, and I saw her again her first full day on campus. She looked lost, and I helped her find her classes. She remembered me, and next thing I know we had a date planned.
Kimberley, the quintessential preacher's daughter, was a lovely blonde, thin with large breasts, and I was salivating at the thought that some day I'd get to play in the playground. She wore her white gold cross with pride. I finally got to second base just before we got engaged after eighteen months. It seemed to be the right thing to do. A year later, just after I received my MBA, we were in the church in separate rooms, waiting the three more hours before the main event.
I was in my room with the groomsmen when my older sister blew into the room like a hurricane. "Alright, boys, get out. Me and the groom need some family time!" She was a five-foot eleven-inch woman, dark auburn hair, and could never be called thin. She was what some called "big-boned". She has large breasts, big thighs, and a real waist, and a beautiful face. She was wearing the bridesmaid dress, a strapless orange thing that appeared to be designed to make her ugly. My groomsmen all watched her breasts jiggle as she shooed them out of the room. All but one were Kimberley's friends, there at her insistence with the exception of the best man. My sister found Ray, the bride's gay bff, hiding in the bedroom and kicking him out.
She sat down in a chair opposite me. "David... I have to do something that's gonna hurt you. I... know something. I want you to listen to me, but... fuck... I had a speech planned. This is harder than I thought."
"Leigh, just say what you have to. I know you don't really like Kimberley, but I do."
"David... it's not about who I like or don't. It... fuck it, I'll have to show you. You wouldn't believe me anyway." She pulled out her phone and slid her finger about. She got up and sat on the arm of my chair. "I know this is going to suck, but... I have to. For you." She hit play and handed me the phone.
I watched, stunned, as my naked fiancée laid back on a shag carpet that I recognized from her apartment. There was a picture of us on her nightstand. Three men soon joined her, and as the video progressed they proceeded to use every hole she had, all at once and with gusto. I recognized the three as the groomsmen. One asked what I would think, with Kimberley answering that I was "too stupid to know". It was clear this wasn't the first time she had done this. I didn't know what to say as the video ended with them all spewing come on her face and chest as she licked it up. A second video started with her and 'Gay Ray' in a hotel room. Not-so-gay Ray pounded her like a tent peg, with her begging him to put 'our mocha baby' in her (Ray is black). He asked what I would do, and she laughed and said she would say recessive genes because I was so stupid I'd believe anything she said. I felt like someone used a melon baller to remove my heart. I felt used. I felt stupid. I just stared as the video went blank.
I felt nothing until her hand connected with my face. "Breathe David! Say something, damnit!"
"Leigh... I... "
"One question first. Are you getting married today?"
"N-no."
"Ok, the wedding starts at two. At one fifteen
exactly
, I need you to go out the back door to the left alone, OK? I will get you out of here. Until then, you have to play the game. You have to convince everyone that you're happy for another hour. Can you do that?"
"I... I'll try."
"Be there, David. I owe you one, and you're my brother. I won't let you marry her... and don't worry about revenge. I have that one already."
"Umm... ok. One fifteen, right?"
"One fifteen exactly, ok?"
"Ok."
She was saying she owed me because of a day several years earlier. I was twenty and had just arrived at her house about a year after her wedding. Her husband came home wondering whose car was in the driveway, an argument that escalated to a smack in the face and a punch in the belly for her. I came out of the back bedroom while she was trying to explain, still, that it was her brother's car. Her husband recognized me, laughed, and told her to get up and make him dinner. I remember seeing him laugh, and my next clear memory was of him on the floor clasping his crotch and heaving. According to Leigh, I beat him pretty bad. The police arrived and took him away, she got divorced, and that was it.
She left and the guys all came back in. They all wanted to know what she wanted, I just said 'Family business' and let it go. We all had a shot or two, all the guys telling me how great it was going to be tonight when I broke the 'virgin' Kimberley in. I smiled, glad my true best friend wasn't there as he would've seen right through me. He was in the Army having no fun in Afghanistan, so he couldn't make it. I watched the clock, and at one-fourteen I told them I needed some fresh air and a moment for myself. I told them to pour me a shot for when I came back in and made my way out the door. My sister was there in her little rental car, waiting.
"You're thirty seconds late. I was getting worried... let's go!" I got in and she Mario Andretti'ed out of the parking lot, flying down the road. Neither of us spoke until thirty minutes later when she pulled into a dive motel. "Give me your phone, David." She took it and turned it off, putting it in her purse. "You don't need to talk to anyone until tomorrow... I got this." She went and got a room, wearing her bridesmaid dress. I'm sure the clerk thought something fun was up.
We went to the room and she got out a bottle of bourbon she had stolen from the reception hall. She poured us both a glass and checked her phone. "The fun should begin any moment now!"
