Her Wedding

by V Vee

  If he sleeps with a stripper then maybe my guilt will be alleviated, she reasoned with herself, taking another sip from her glass. Her gaze collided with Gregory’s and she choked for a moment.

  Waving away the looks of concern thrown her way, Stacey excused herself and rose from the table to head to the ladies’ bathroom. Before she entered, she stood in the middle of the hallway and considered walking casually to the end of the hallway and pressing on the door that led outside. She wondered how soon it would take for everyone to notice she was gone.

  “Thinking of making a run for it?” Gregory’s voice was low in her ear and Stacey spun around with a gasp, her words muffled by his fingertips pressing against her lips. He nudged her backwards with his body into the women’s bathroom, locking it behind her. She knew she should have protested. Fought against dominating behavior, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

  She wanted it just as much as he did.

  That was why as soon as he lifted his fingers from her lips, she threw herself into his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck, the two of them panting and growling, frantic with lust. Frantic with passion and desire. Frantic with the need to be joined once again—one more time—before they had to say goodbye forever. Because while they hadn’t discussed it, Stacey knew that once she and Tommy were married the next day, Gregory would disappear from her life for good.

  She was brokenhearted about the whole thing. Ripped to shreds. Torn apart. Destroyed. But there was nothing else to be done. Could she break her word to Tommy when he’d been so… nice? So loving? So wonderful to her? There was nothing wrong with Tommy. No reason she shouldn’t love him with all of her soul except…

  He wasn’t Gregory.

  And Gregory owned every single piece of her.

  So, they would have this moment, and the moments before. And they would make it memorable so they could pull it out of their minds whenever they started to wonder: “What if?”

  Gregory’s and caressed her cheek and he leaned back.

  “Where did you go, baby?” he asked her.

  Stacey shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to think. She just wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her. Wanted him to cum deep inside of her. And so that’s what she told him. And while he stood there dumbfounded, breathing heavily from desire, she set about accomplishing that task.

  His zipper gave way to her frantic tugs and she pulled him out, sighing at the sight of his cock. She licked her lips and rubbed her finger around his rigid tip causing his shaft to go even harder in her hand. He hissed and Stacey felt like the most powerful, most attractive woman in the world.

  “Fuck, Stacey!” he muttered. “God, how much I love you.”

  She shook her head. She didn’t want feelings. She didn’t want emotions declared. They couldn’t be. Not anymore. This was just their last and final time having sex. Of being together. She couldn’t hear about his love or she would lose it.

  She looked up into his eyes as she slowly slid her way down his body, making sure her skin grazed his. There was barely any space between his chest and her checkered patterned dress that she’d worn to the dinner, and the atmosphere was electric with passion; the air around them practically popped and burned with it. Stacey slid down and pushed her mouth down over the tip of his hard shaft.

  “Stacey…you…” Gregory stammered, then groaned.

  She opened her mouth wider to take more of him in. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, with the other he massaged her scalp, then her neck, then her shoulders. The simple movements set her body ablaze. Suddenly, she was lifted up into his arms and her back was pressed against the wall. His hand pushed up her dress, revealing her skin to the cool air as he inched it up higher. Each touch of his hand left her body trembling and her skin burning with desire. She whimpered when his hand stopped just above her slit.

  “Please, Gregory,” she pleaded. She watched his eyes glaze over as he took in her soaked, silky, pink thong. Staring at her fixedly, he slowly dragged the dress off of her body, revealing her matching demi-cup bra. She could almost feel his eyes as they moved over the swells of her breasts and she lowered one hand from his shoulder and slid it beneath the bottom of her tit. She watched his eyes darken as she squeezed and caressed her bosom under his heated gaze. She pinched a nipple and grinned when he sucked in a harsh breath.

  He moved them over to the couch in the seating area of the women’s bathroom and lay her down on the cushions. Stacey’s skin had a delicious burn as Gregory traced the tip of his fingers up her inner thigh at the same time his head lowered down between her cleavage. She jumped slightly when his moist lips brushed against her nipple through the fabric of the bra. Pushing aside her thong, he dipped a finger inside her, thrusting slow. It was driving her insane. She was so wet; and she could feel the cushions of the couch beneath her growing wet. Her pussy wept for him and his fingers glided through her like a straw through a cup of warm milk.

  Her head fell against the pillow as he withdrew a finger and thrust it in again to begin a circular motion movement inside of her with his wide finger. Stacey couldn’t remember when she’d last felt this cherished. This delicious. This content, safe, and loved while having sex. Oh wait, yes, she did…

  It was the last time and Gregory had sex.

  How long had they been away? Stacey didn’t know and frankly, she didn’t care, all she knew was that somehow, in between her feelings of bliss and slight mind wanderings, Gregory had gotten rid of his jeans, shoes, and boxer briefs. She devoured him with her eyes when his nudity was revealed to her. They’d been intimate two times before this one and yet, this was the first time she was seeing him completely naked.

  Good job, God.

  “God, you’re fucking amazing,” she murmured.

  “And you’re perfect,” Gregory replied in a deep voice.

  Then, he discarded her bra and tossed it with the rest of their discarded clothes with one hand while his fingers continued to torture her core. With his lips on hers and his fingers inside of her, he teased and taunted and played with her, taking her to heights she’d never thought possible. She begged and threatened, her mind full of gibberish that she wouldn’t remember. She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow she lay on as his ministrations were unending.

  Stacey arched her back and lifted her hips giving him more access to her center whenever he pushed a finger deeper or harder. She moaned as Gregory sucked and nibbled on a taut nipple with his tongue. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached for his dick and began to pump it feverishly.

  “I need you, Gregory. I need you now.”

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he reassured her then added another finger inside her. Stacey panted harshly; sweating and shaking from head to toe. What the fuck? Why was he making her wait? No, he was going to shove his cock into her and give her what she needed yesterday.

  “Now,” she insisted. She refused to wait a second longer. Holding his hard shaft in a firm grip, Stacey tugged until he slid inside her. She closed her eyes, bliss swamping her senses as he jerked on top of her, thrusting his cock deeper. Without a breath, he shoved into her so hard the couch creaked, in danger of collapsing.

  Over and over he slammed into her, taking her mouth in bruising kiss, their saliva mixing and teeth biting lips. She wrapped her legs around him, inhaling deeply as he stroked in and out. She stared up into his eyes, hoping he could see in her eyes the one thing she couldn’t bear to say again. That she would be marrying Tommy the next day and they would be saying goodbye to this passion. This driving need. This lust. This desire they had for one another. Forever. After she married Tommy, Stacey would be off-limits to Gregory. As a lover. As a romantic interest. And quite possibly, as a friend.

  So, they had to make this moment count.

  Stacey knew she was emotionally connected to Gregory in ways she couldn’t quantify or begin to make sense of. Time and again as he drove his hard shaft into her, she felt that bond, inhaled the scent
of him and felt her blood vibrate with it. It was powerful, she could feel the strength of it in her bones, tugging her further into his control.

  Planting the heel of one foot on the floor, the other on couch, and her fingernails into his back, no doubt drawing blood, Stacey embraced the orgasm that rose up to wash over her. Gregory grunted as Stacey lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. He drove harder and faster, deeper, and she met him each time as if they were in a dance. His hips slapped against her ass harder and harder and Stacey clenched a hand in his hair as she felt herself coming undone.

  They held onto their sanity as long as they could, but their passion for each other, their lust… their love, would not be denied. In the end, they came simultaneously, groaning each other’s names into the other’s mouth.

  Stacey allowed herself a moment, when they were finished, a chunk of time to just be held by him. But she knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. And so, she pushed Gregory away and dressed quietly. Once she was done, she looked at him, tears in her eyes and placed a soft gentle kiss on his lips.

  “Goodbye Gregory. I don’t think you should come to the wedding tomorrow,” she murmured.

  Gregory frowned. “T-the wedding? You’re still going to marry him?”

  Stacey nodded. “I have to Gregory. I have to.”

  He gripped her shoulders and the tears rolled down her cheeks. “But you love me!”

  “But I promised him! You only just got back, Gregory. Only just got here and I’m supposed to uproot my life? Throw away my relationship? Everything because now you’ve decided you want me? That’s not how life works! That’s not how this works!” She almost yelled, hitting his chest with the back of her hand. She felt as if she were ripping her own heart out of her chest with her bare hands with each word, but she didn’t know what to do.

  “You’re lying!” Gregory hissed. “You’re doing this because you’re afraid!”

  Stacey scoffed. “Afraid of what? I’m not the one who ran away!”

  “Are you going to keep bringing that up?”

  “Are you going to go into the past and not do it?”

  Gregory scowled. “You know I can’t do that.”

  Stacey shrugged. “Then I’m going to keep bringing it up. At least until after Tommy and I are married.”

  She turned away and made for the door again.

  “You’re a piece of work,” Gregory practically snarled.

  Stacey stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. “Me?”

  He stood up and started to angrily jerk on his clothes. “Yes. You. Our entire lives you’ve preached about honesty and being true to yourself. But here you are about to marry a man you don’t love, not really, because… why? You’re scared that we might have something real between us? Because you know that anything we have is going to be infinitely deeper and more intimate than anything you had with that tight ass?”

  He walked over to her and pressed her up against the door with his body.

  “I never would have suspected that you would be a coward, Stace.”

  She snorted. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. You’re the one who ran when I got engaged to someone else after over a decade of us being friends. I’ve had countless boyfriends. You’ve watched me kiss them. Be hugged up on them. You’ve seen them leaving my place early in the morning or late at night. And never, not once, did you ever tell me, much less hint at the fact, that you wanted me. Not. Once.” She emphasized her statement by lifting a finger. “But the minute I started dating Tommy, whom you consider enemy number one, now all of a sudden you have feelings for me? It’s bullshit, Gregory. Bullshit. I’m not a fucking coward.” She turned around and pushed at his chest. “I’m just not going to give up a man who loves me for one who doesn’t want someone to take away his favorite toy.”

  And with that, she yanked open the door, stomped on Gregory’s foot for good measure and marched off down the hallway back towards the dining room. She had to make up a good excuse for why she’d been gone as long as she had been and get started on trying to get over Gregory.

  The man she really loved.

  ****

  Gregory

  The Day Of The Wedding

  Gregory sat out in his car watching the outside of the church as person after person went inside, dressed in their Sunday’s best. He knew what Stacey had said to him the night before, that he shouldn’t come to the wedding, but how could he stay away? How could he not be there when he lost her forever? She was his best friend. She always would be. And even if he lost her forever to that douche-waffle, Tommy, he would be there to make sure she was happy. It was his job. It would always be his job. To ensure Stacey’s happiness.

  A sharp knock on his window startled him and Gregory jerked his head to the people standing outside.

  Feya and Mr. Jacobs.

  He lifted his chin and unlocked his car doors to let them in. Once the younger Miss Jacobs and Stacey’s father had settled into their seats, Gregory waited for them to speak. He knew they would have something to say about the wedding and his part in it, or rather the fact that he wasn’t in it, and that there was a wedding at all. And within five minutes of uncomfortable silence, Mr. Jacobs finally spoke.

  “Never thought of you as a quitter, son.” Mr. Jacobs didn’t look in Gregory’s direction, but his words were more powerful than the hardest of glares.

  Gregory lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Excuse me, sir? A quitter?”

  Mr. Jacobs nodded. He was a big man. About the same size as Gregory. His skin was a deep brown, almost black, his salt and pepper hair a small, curly afro on top of his head. He had soulful, caring brown eyes, a wide nose with a bump in the middle from a break he’d gotten while he played in the NFL long ago, and the beginning of a beer belly. Though he always said he didn’t drink beer. He only drank “flavored water.” Everyone knew he was full of shit, but no one ever called him on it. Though Mr. Jacobs made no qualms about calling out other people on their issues and mistakes.

  “That’s right, you’re being a big fucking pussy and as a matter of fact—” Feya started.

  “Feyjula, watch your mouth,” Mr. Jacobs said. “You were raised better than that.”

  “Sorry, Daddy,” Feya apologized and Gregory felt his lips twitch with the beginnings of a smile. He suppressed it quickly when he noticed Mr. Jacobs looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

  “Now, you. Can you tell me why you’re sitting in this car, looking like somebody just shot your beloved dog, when you should be in there talking some sense into my foolish daughter?”

  Gregory shook his head. “Papa Jacobs.” He sighed. “I tried. More than once. I tried again last night. That’s why we were both gone for so long and why I didn’t return to the table. I was trying to convince her that she was doing the wrong thing. Trying to persuade her to call off the wedding. Trying to—” he swallowed the tears that threatened.

  Shit. What the fuck is wrong with me? What has Stacey done to me?

  “I tried to tell her how much I loved her and tried to get her to believe me. But it didn’t work. Every time I tried, she just… didn’t believe me. Or she told me it was too late. Or she told me that I just wanted her because I was about to lose her.” He shook his head again. “But that’s not true. I’ve loved her forever. I’ll love her until I take my final breath on this Earth. She’s everything to me.”

  Mr. Jacobs gripped the back of his neck and shook him slightly until Gregory looked over at him. “Then you tell her that, Son. And you don’t stop telling her until you’ve convinced her. Until she believes you. Until she refuses to marry that cockup white boy who is cheating on her and loved her once before, maybe, but is only with her now because it makes his parents angry.”

  “And the white girl he’s in love with is kinda a chubster,” Feya pointed out.

  “Feya!” Gregory gasped in shock.

  Feya simply shrugged. “What? It’s true.”

  Gregory shook his head in response. “She m
ay not be as skinny as some may think is sexy but she’s not unattractive.”

  Feya lifted her hands in surrender. “Did I say she was ugly, or did I say she was chubby?”

  Before Gregory could respond, Mr. Jacobs raised a closed fist silencing them both.

  “Feya, when you speak of others in such a disparaging, disrespectful, and insulting way, you show yourself to be unimaginative, uncultured, classless, and without honor. You were raised better. And you,” he pointed at Gregory. “Be a man and go get your woman. You are not a coward. You are not a quitter. I have known you since you were five years old, boy, and I always knew that one day you would end up with my Stacey. You two are like two broken pieces of the same heart. Separated you don’t make much sense, but once you’re together you’re so big, so powerful, have the capacity to do so many great and wonderful things.”

  “You’re going to do what you need to do to get back the woman you love. Go in there and get your woman. Save my daughter from making a horrible mistake. And me from having that jack-weasel as a son-in-law.”

  Gregory snorted out a laugh then nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Stacey And Gregory

  Stacey

  Stacey stood in the bridal suite of the church and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her black hair had been curled and smoothed back behind her ears, tiny diamond clips were pinned just above her ears. She wore a white silk shift dress with tulle just at the hem.

  She knew she looked gorgeous; with her face all made up, wearing her gown. The faces of her siblings and parents had all said just as much. And while she appreciated their compliments, there was one person’s opinion she valued above all others, but he wasn’t there to give it to her.

  Because you told him not to come to the wedding, dumbass, her subconscious mocked.

  “I didn’t think he’d listen,” she muttered to herself as she lifted a hand to wipe the tears away.

  “He didn’t,” a deep voice said behind her and Stacey spun around with a gasp.