by Dawn Martens
She breathes hard into the phone. “What else are you doing while thinking of me?”
”It’s your turn. I want you to take your shorts off and start fingering that tight pussy for me, baby,” I demand, gripping my growing erection.
“What if the girls hear me or walk in on me? They are already checking in on me, making sure you don’t sneak in and that I don’t sneak out to you.”
“Just do it,” I growl into the phone. I continue to pump and stroke as she gives in to my desires.
The sweet sounds coming through the line have me so turned on. “My pussy is so wet for you, Mason. I wish you were here right now. I wish I could feel your tongue licking and tasting my pussy.” I picture her lying in bed with her legs spread, that pretty little pussy wet and swollen and ready for my cock. I continue to pump and stroke my dick.
It isn’t long before she’s panting hard in my ear. I’m about to get off when Hilary suddenly cries out in embarrassment. I chuckle as she screams out, “Don’t you fucking knock?” The phone clicks off, and the line goes dead.
“Fuck!” I yell into the dead line. I’m tempted to dial her back, but now the mood’s been killed. Time for a fuckin’ cold shower and some shut eye.
I peek into the church and see everyone seated. It makes me smile because it’s really happening. The church looks beautiful. I can’t believe my mom and her friends went to so much trouble for us. Mason doesn’t care much about the decorations, but it all really is beautiful. The pews are adorned in red and white roses, and candles are lit—it’s so romantic. It feels like a fairy tale. All girls dream of their perfect wedding day. Mason’s standing in his tuxedo with his friends by his side, all of them in suits, which I didn’t think would ever happen. They are devastatingly handsome.
“Hilary!” Eden snaps. “Get back here. People will see you before they’re supposed to.”
She and Lilly look great in their red satin, floor length bridesmaids’ gowns. They look so grownup. These two have always been by my side. I think back to when we were in elementary school and we would play makeover. We used to dress up in my mom’s dresses, do each other’s hair and makeup, and fantasize about the future. Today, it’s finally real. Today, my fantasy is coming true. Mason will slip his ring on my finger and make me his.
I grin. “I can’t help it. I’m excited,” I say.
“Yeah, yeah, just think- you’re going to be stuck to Mr. Broody for the rest of your life.” Eden wiggles her nose. “Nope, I’m good. Glad it’s you and not me.” She fidgets with her earrings.
I Laugh. “Just think, once you’re done with high school next year, this will be you and Jasper,” I tell her. I wonder what she’ll do, though, once she finds out that Jasper’s a part of the club. He still hasn’t told her, and I’ve kept my mouth shut about it, because Mason told me to give Jasper the chance to do it himself.
She smiles huge, almost blindingly. “I can’t wait,” she breathes out.
Lilly comes in, smiling at me. “It’s almost time.” She hands me my bouquet. I bring the roses to my nose and smell them, and Eden snaps a picture of me.
“Awesome. You guys have school Monday, don’t you?” I ask them. I’ve always hated being two grades ahead of them in school, but it’s never stopped our friendship.
“Yeah. Big test too. Fucking sucks,” Eden says.
A knock on the door comes a few seconds later, and my mom’s head peeks in. “Alright, let’s touch up your make-up, and then we can head on out.” I finish touching up my make-up while my mom secures my veil in my hair with pins.
I take a look in the mirror, and my dress... just damn. It’s perfect. I refused to do pure white because I’m so not a virgin. It’s off white, more of a cream color, and fits me like a damn glove. It flows out into a tulle, beaded ball gown just below my ass. Lilly thought I should go with straps, but when I tried this on, the sweetheart neckline without the straps, I just couldn’t see me wearing straps. It would have looked stupid.
The girls make their way down the aisle, while I impatiently wait my turn. I’m so anxious; I’m ready to kick off my shoes and run down the aisle into Mason’s arms.
I shift uncomfortably, anxious to be his wife. Finally, it’s my turn. The doors open, and I can’t see anything other than him standing at the altar waiting for me. I reach him a little quicker than we rehearsed, but I can’t hold back my excitement. I’m beaming.
Mason takes my arm in his, and my father begins the ceremony. I thought about us writing our own vows, but Mason isn’t the best at expressing himself, so we agreed to do the traditional stuff.
“Today, I feel so honored to stand before you all and before God to unite two very special people in holy matrimony. Mason and Hilary fell in love at a young age. Not many people could understand why I would let this roughneck boy date my precious baby girl at the time, but they didn’t know this man the way that I did. I knew without a doubt that one day we would be standing right here, celebrating their union.” My father actually has tears in his eyes as he speaks about Mason and me. He really does love him as if he were his son. My father and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but one thing we can agree on is how great of a man Mason is.
“Do you, Mason, take Hilary, to love, honor, and cherish for all of your natural born days? Do you promise to stay by her side through the good times and the bad, through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer?”
“I do.” Mason has a huge smile on his face as he says those words. My father repeats the vows to me, and I answer proudly, that I too promise all of that and more.
Words are said, promises of in sickness and in health are made, and our rings are exchanged. The moment I have been waiting for is here. My father pronounces us husband and wife.
Mason lifts my veil, cups my chin, and plants the sweetest kiss on my lips. I know it’s hard for him to show restraint out of respect for my father. In reality, Mason would much rather squeeze my ass and shove his tongue down my throat. He whispers so that only I can hear against my lips, “Tonight, I get that ass.”
Blushing, I turn away and shake my head at him. He can try all he wants, but it so isn’t happening.
We make a very short lived appearance at dinner. Mason has big plans for tonight, or so he thinks. I get a dance in with my father, and Mason dances with Eden. Jasper brings Lilly out on the floor for a twirl. Vinny’s off in the corner talking to Kayla, a girl from school. I don’t even remember inviting her, but whatever.
I scoop my wife up in my arms and kick our front door in. I didn’t see much point in us renting a room when we already have a place together.
“Can’t wait to rip this fuckin’ dress off you and get you naked.” I nearly topple over her dress as it gets hooked under my boots. Thankfully, I drop her safely on the couch and save face.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” She makes a come-hither motion with her pointer finger.
Stomping over, I stop at the edge of the sofa. I hook my arms around her waist and throw her over my shoulder, and she bites my ass as I take her to our room. I had Lilly and Eden sneak over during the reception and set some shit up for us. Candles are lit, soft music is playing, and fresh white linens are on the bed. I place my wife right side up, and she smacks at me playfully.
“You’re a Neanderthal.” She giggles while shaking her head.
“Get that shit washed off your face and take that dress off,” I bark at her as I begin to get out of my monkey suit. Tonight, Hilary’s going to give me my prize that I won fair and square. She should know better than to bet against me; just because Eden always beats my ass don’t mean shit. Eden doesn’t play fair.
I get comfortable on the bed and wait for my woman. “Hurry it up in there. Been needing to fuck you since we got cut off last night.” The door to the bathroom cracks open a hair. “God damn,” I whisper when she steps out in a cream-colored, heart shaped bustier with matching frilly panties and stockings. Her hair is pulled back in a low hanging ponytail—
perfect for yanking on. Fuckin’ perfection is what she is!
“You do all this?” she asks while eyeing me with an all-knowing smirk and raised brow. I shake my head, and she laughs. “The girls?” I nod.
She stands, pursing her lips with her hands on her hips.
Rising from the bed, I cross the room in three easy strides. I wrap my hands at the nape of her neck, and kiss her fiercely, our tongues joining in a tango. She moans and melts into me. Breaking our kiss, I tell her, “As good as you look in this getup, sweetheart, you’d look a hell of a lot better without it.” I smack her ass harshly. “Strip for me, baby.” She blushes. “No reason to get shy now, Hilary. I’ve done seen everything you got and then some. I know your smell, your taste, and the way you feel when I fuck you and make you cry out from pleasure and pain.”
I turn her around and go to work on the clasps in the back. She turns back around with her hands crossed over her ample chest. While planting feather light kisses down her arm, I remove her hands slowly. It’s like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, and fuck if I’m not smiling like a twelve-year-old boy with a new bike. All thoughts of taking her ass are forgotten. I can’t wait to have her pussy wrapped around my cock.
She pushes at my chest, nudging me back onto the bed, and I get ready for my show. Her hips are swaying seductively to the music while she rubs her hands over her perky tits, causing me to get even harder. She steps in front of me, moving in between my legs. Sitting up, I let my hands roam the curves of that fine ass. Fuck, she smells of vanilla and cinnamon—smells good enough to eat. She knows I love iced cinnamon rolls.
“Take these off and show me what you were doing to my pussy last night.” Taking my finger in her mouth, she licks and sucks my digit like a Popsicle. Her mouth makes a popping sound when she slides my finger out of her warm wet mouth. With her hand over mine, she pushes my hand down into her frilly panties, and fuckin’ hell, she’s so wet for me. Fuck this shit! I shove her panties down, and she steps out of them gracefully. I pull her onto the bed with me. “Get on my face, now.”
Hilary straddles my face eagerly, grinding down on my tongue as I suck and lick her sweet juices. My nails are digging into her ass cheeks, leaving their marks. She rides my tongue and rubs her swollen nub all over my facial scruff, coating me with her passion. Her knees begin to quake, and I know she’s close.
I shove her back harshly and turn the tables so that I’m now in control. Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I tug on her ponytail until she cries out. “Ready for me to fuck that tight cunt?”
“Yes, Mason.”
I yank it harder, until tears form in the corner of her eyes. “You didn’t say please.”
“Please,” she chokes out. I’m not really hurting her; she likes this shit—gets us both off. My girl likes it rough. I take my fingers and push two inside to get her ready for me, not that she needs convincing to let me in. Her body moves against my hand, and her pussy is so swollen, so ready to be fucked.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I rub the head of my dick over her tight slit. My piercing touches her skin, making her grin. I got it just for her. My woman’s kinky as fuck. “This what you want?” I tease her relentlessly. She arches, trying to push me inside, and I yank on her hair. “Not yet, baby. Want you to beg for it. I love it when you beg.”
Her nails scrape over my back, effectively breaking the skin. “I need you,” she sobs with need.
“Roll over, on your knees.” She does as I tell her. On all fours, she’s waiting, the anticipation driving her wild. Reaching around her front, I pinch her clit, feeling her nerves throbbing. Then I smack her nub, and she nearly collapses. With my hand around her waist, supporting her, I slowly inch my way inside her. Once I’ve filled her completely, I pull her up flush against me with her back pressed against my chest. “Feel that, baby. Feel how I’m stretching that pussy.” My piercing is rubbing against her walls—so erotic.
Her head lolls back onto my shoulder, and I claim her swollen velvet lips. Her muscles tighten their hold on me, and I shove her face down in the bed as I jerk out of her and thrust back in fast. Her fingers grasp the sheets, white knuckled, as our bodies slap together.
Thirty minutes later, we are lying tangled up in the sheets together, our fingers interlocked. I look over at this amazing woman and wonder how in the hell I got so lucky. She smiles and kisses my wedding band. I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter, never wanting this euphoria to end.
1 year later
Pulling up to the school, I see Lilly waiting for me by the front door. I promised the girls I’d be here today to help them clean out their lockers and drive them home. Getting out of my car, I slam the door shut and look for Eden, but I don’t see her anywhere. Confused, since she’s always early, I look to Lilly.
“Where’s Eden?” I ask. I haven’t seen her in a week, which isn’t unusual, but for her not to be here today is unusual.
Lilly’s face is pale. “I don’t know,” she says quietly, trying to avoid my inquisitive stare.
I narrow my eyes at her. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head, but she gives me a little smile. “I do have some news, though.”
“And?” I urge her on.
“Vinny and I are official,” she says, fucking glowing.
I grin at her. “That’s awesome! You’ve only been head over heels for him since you were nine,” I say, nudging her and laughing.
Girl has it bad; her face is all red from blushing. I don’t want to crush her happiness, because she’s awesome, but I hope she’s careful. Vinny and Kayla have had this weird on again off again relationship thing. No one was supposed to know about Vinny and Kayla, but Eden and I were out shopping a few months back, and we saw him meet Kayla— there was hand holding and kisses.
I lean against my car to wait for Eden. It’s not like her to just not be here. Even when she’s sick she comes to school. I frown, wondering what is keeping her. “This is the last day of school. Eden wouldn’t miss this for anything,” I say to Lilly, getting worried.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe her and Jasper are together or something. Most seniors skip the last day anyways,” Lilly says almost hesitantly from beside me.
“Not Eden. Girl might have gotten suspended a time or two, or hell, ditched a class in the afternoon to pull pranks, but she wouldn’t abandon you on the last day,” I say. The girls haven’t had school in a week since their exams were over, but they had to show up today to clear shit out and say goodbye to this shit hole.
Just before the bell is about to ring, I see Mason, Jasper, and Vinny walk up to us while they are looking the part of total badasses, minus their cuts, because none of them have told Eden about the club. “What are you guys doing here? And where’s Eden?” I question when I notice she’s not with Jasper.
“We were hoping you could tell us,” Jasper says, looking pissed with his fists clenched.
“Yeah, haven’t seen her in a week. She must just be late or something,” I say, shrugging, even though I know Eden; she’s never late for anything. Maybe she’s pissed at Jasper and hiding from him, but I can’t imagine her not telling Lilly and me anything about it.
“She won’t be coming,” Jasper spits out. “Her father said her and her mom ran off. I want to know if she’s contacted you two. I wanna know where the fuck she is.” He takes a calculated step forward.
“If I knew where the fuck she was, I would fuckin’ tell you!” I shout at him, not liking the tone he’s talking to me in.
“Babe, simmer,” Mason says, stepping into me and grabbing me by the waist.
“Lilly?” Jasper asks desperately, almost pleading.
She shakes her head. “No,” she says then pauses. “She’s gone?” she whispers out brokenly.
“Fuck!” Jasper roars then kicks my car.
I see red, pull out of Mason’s arms, and march toward Jasper and kick him hard in the balls. “You don’t fuckin’ touch my car, you a
sshole. You’re pissed? Take it out on your own piece of shit!” I yell at him as he drops to the ground.
Mason pulls me back, but I fight, wanting to get another kick in at Jasper. “Bitch, calm down,” Mason growls out.
I whip around to face him. “Seriously? What did I say about you calling me that?” I demand.
His lips twitch. “Got you off Jasper, didn’t it?” My eyes narrow before he leans in close, whispering in my ear. “Tonight, you can take your anger out on my dick, babe.” Oh, swoon. My pussy just totally drenched my panties.
I bite my lip. “You got it,” I tell him, grinning.
“Not really in the fuckin’ mood to listen to you two and your shit,” Jasper grumbles. He does a double take toward Vinny and Lilly, who are kissing. “When the hell did that happen?” he asks, shocked.
Vinny pulls away from Lilly, kissing her again quickly on her nose, and grins. She, of course, has to blush.
“We gotta go, but I’ll see you later, Lilly-pad,” Vinny says affectionately.
She mouths okay and smiles shyly.
“Babe, I’m out,” Mason says, starting to walk away.
“Oh, I don’t think so, handsome,” I say, walking toward him and pulling at his leather jacket. I kiss the fuck outta him while feeling his dick come to life.
He pushes me back slightly before looking down at me with his eyes blaring in lust. “Tonight,” he says, stepping back and fixing his dick in his jeans.
“Swoon,” Lilly says from behind me.
I giggle. “Shut up.”
I then realize we’re alone, and I start to think. Lilly’s a shit liar. However, only Eden and I have ever caught on to it. The guys are clueless.
“You lied. You know something about Eden,” I say, looking at her.
Her gaze goes to the ground, and I notice a tear streaming down her cheek. “I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”
I step toward her, gripping her chin to make her look me in the eyes. “We’re best friends, Lilly. I need to know.”
