Message-ID: <21408asstr$943305002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"The Wedding Dance"MF(2/4) Lines: 297 X-Original-Message-ID: <81bru8$6cr$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Nov 22 16:45:05 1999 GMT MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 16:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: ivans, dennyw, gill-bates The Wedding Dance by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two Later in the day, as he dressed in his tuxedo, Jack tried to put his disappointment behind him and be happy for his sister. If wasn’t fair to spoil her day, he decided, just because things hadn’t gone as he wished. The wedding ceremony, he had to say, went off like clockwork. It was perfect in every way that mattered for June. The icing on the cake, so to speak, had come in the form of a phone call from Mrs. Austin during the reception. She’d wished the happy couple all the best and let them know that Debbie had given birth to a big healthy baby boy. There was one small blur it might be called, on this picture perfect wedding. There was a period, between the official photos and the start of the reception, when no one seemed to be able to locate the bride and groom for almost half an hour. The rumor was that the two newlyweds couldn’t wait until that night to consummate their vows. Jack didn’t know if it was true or not, but knowing both his sister and Mike, he wouldn’t put it past them. Even being partnered up with Cousin Tina during the wedding march hadn’t been the big nightmare he’d first envisioned. The short haired brunette was only a few inches shorter than Jack, although a little on the stocky side. The teen didn’t really think he would categorize her as fat, the way he would some girls at school. She carried her weight well, distributed pretty evenly over her body. Of course the first thing Jack noticed about her when they were introduced, was a pretty good size set of breasts. Chatting for a few minutes before the start of the service, Jack learned that Tina had been married for ten years and only moved back into town eight months ago following her divorce. She had started up her own business and was already doing rather well. Mike’s mother had asked that she be included in the wedding party out of the mistaken belief that she was depressed over the divorce. Nothing was further from the truth, she had said. She viewed the end of her marriage, which ended for reasons no one was really sure of, as just the end of one chapter in her life and the beginning of another. She also had, Jack learned, a rather interesting sense of humor. She’d popped off a few one liners and observations about some of the other guests to loosen him up. Comments that almost had him in stitches. The reception was going as near prefect as the ceremony at the church. Jack was still a little disappointed at Connie’s absence. Still there were some good looking girls that he could dance with if nothing else. First of course, he had danced with his sister, the new Mrs. Morgan. He could never remember her being so happy before. Next came a dance with his Mom, something slow and proper. It was while he was dancing with Mary Buckman that he noticed Crystal Clarke dancing with Jill Fisher. It wasn’t that unusual to see two girls dancing with each other at parties, there were always more of them that wanted to dance then there were guys. This time, watching the two blondes whirl each other around, Jack thought about the two women at the bachelor party. He pictured for a moment, Jill and Crystal doing to each other what those dancers had done. The image, however brief, of Crystal half-naked on her knees with her face buried between Jill’s legs was enough to give him an instant hard on. Thankfully, the reality that he was dancing with his Mother was enough to quickly shrink his manhood back to size. After dropping his Mother back off at table one, Jack took off to see who else he could find. What he didn’t realize was, someone else was also looking for him. He had just zeroed in on Pamela Welles, decked out in a low cut green gown that matched her emerald eyes. She was talking to some older woman and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. Jack got within five feet of her when another girl stepped in between them. “Jack,” Cindy Lewis said in that annoying tone that drove guys up the wall. “Where have you been hiding yourself? I’ve been looking all over for you.” “Hi Cindy.” Jack said in a neutral tone, looking over her shoulder at Pamela. “It’s too bad Connie couldn’t make it,” Cindy said, her voice just a little too eager. “But I’d be glad to keep you company.” “That’s great, Cindy,” Jack said without really paying attention to her, his eyes still on Pamela. “But I ...” He stopped in mid-sentence as he watched Pam’s boyfriend step back into the picture. So much for that idea. “Why don’t we dance?” Cindy said as she took Jack’s hand in hers. “What?” Before he could object, the redhead had dragged him out on the dance floor. Cindy was actually a pretty good dancer. She was also cute, had a nice body and had been know to play around a little. In fact, if it weren’t for one really annoying aspect of her personality, guys would be happy to spend time with her. Cindy Lewis wanted to be married. All in all that wasn’t that unusual a desire for a girl her age. The big difference was that while most of her girlfriends looked at marriage as being in their future, Cindy looked at it as her future. She had no other goal in life than being Mrs. Someone or other. Basically that was all she ever wanted to talk about, and it made guys nervous. True to form, Cindy immediately started talking about how lovely June’s wedding had been. And of course how beautiful her own wedding would be as well. “Gee that’s great, Cindy.” Jack said as the dance ended. "It really is a shame you know that Connie stood you up." Cindy said as she held tightly onto Jack's arm. "I'd never do that to you." "I'd hardly call skipping a wedding to see your sister have a baby standing me up." Jack said a little annoyed. "I know there are other things I could do for you that Connie doesn't." Cindy suggested, ignoring his comment. "I know how to take care of my man." Jack looked at the pretty redhead. There was little doubt what she was talking about. June had told him that girls were a lot more open about things with their girlfriends than guys were. They talked about what they did with their boyfriends, sort of comparing notes. And unlike when the guys got together, they usually told the truth, not what would just impress their friends. "I'm not interested, Cindy." Jack said, although he knew he was lying. The thought of Cindy down on her knees with his cock in her mouth was enough to get him more than a little hard. But as tempting as it was, he knew that if he let her do something like that, two things were certain. First, by Monday, she'd have told every girl in town she knew, and one of them would undoubtedly tell Connie. Secondly, after being that intimate with him, Cindy would latch on to him like a boa constrictor. Actually, she was doing a pretty good job of holding onto him right now. Either she was too stupid to take a hint or too desperate. Up to now, he didn't want to hurt her feelings. After all, she hadn't really done anything to him. But if he couldn't get rid of her soon, he'd do what he had to do. "You know what they say about girls and weddings don't you?" Cindy said, the inflection in her voice leaving no doubt as to what she was talking about. 'That does it." Jack thought. "I don't care if I have to tell her to get lost in front of everyone. Enough is enough." "Jack, darling," a voice from behind the two of them said, preventing the young man from voicing what he wanted to say to Cindy. "I've been looking all over for you. We never had the chance to have our dance. That's bad luck for the bride you know." Jack and Cindy turned to face Tina Royce, his partner in the wedding march. If looks could kill, the older woman would be lying dead from the look on Cindy's face. Jack's face, however, carried a look of deliverance. 'That's right," he said with a smile, recognizing an out when he saw one. "I'm sorry, Cindy, but it is part of my duties as a member of the wedding party. Can't be giving my sister bad luck can I?" Reluctantly, Cindy let go of Jack's arm and he reached out for Tina's hand. Only taking a moment back to glance at Cindy, he led the brunette out onto the dance floor. "I'll catch you later." Cindy had said as they moved away. "Not if I see you first this time." Jack thought in reply as he dismissed Cindy from his mind. As they moved to the music, Jack became very aware of Tina's nearness. She was a very good dancer, especially in the type of slow dance the band was now playing. She buried her head against his shoulder and held him close. Jack glanced downward and realized he could see right down her low cut dress. In fact, he could even see the pink edge of her nipples sticking out from her bra. "God those are nice breasts." Jack though as he looked at the soft flesh for a long moment, then looked up before Tina could notice. "Something wrong?" Tina asked as she lifted her head from his shoulder. "No, not at all." Jack quickly replied as he continued dancing. "I just was thinking what a good dancer you are." "Why thank you." Tina said as she put her head back on his shoulder. As they continued their waltz, Jack couldn't get his real thought out of his head. His peek down Tina's dress had finished the hard on that Cindy's innuendo had started. With their bodies pressed together as they were, there was no way Tina couldn't have noticed it. Thankfully she hadn't commented on it. Jack had enjoyed their first dance so much, he was glad when Tina suggested they have another. The band's next selection was a more modern dance, but Tina had no trouble keeping up with Jack on that either. "They had Rock n' Roll when I was your age too." Tina laughed when Jack again commented on her dance ability. "My favorite band back then was the Bay City Rollers." The seventeen-year-old had no idea who they were, but was so impressed with Tina once more that they had a third try around the floor. This time to a slower, more traditional wedding tune. "I should really thank you for rescuing me from Cindy." Jack said. "She can be somewhat overwhelming at times." "I got that impression when I saw the two of you together." Tina laughed softly. "I couldn't help but overhear some of the conversation. But I have to say, you've saved me as well." Jack gave her an "I don't understand" look. "If I wasn't dancing with you," she went on in that same humorous tone. "I'd bee dancing with a bunch of old men trying to cop a feel." Jack was surprised by her comment, but not so much as not to reply. "And young men don't try?" he asked. "Oh they try too," Tina quipped. "But I don't mind it as much when they do." Jack just silently smiled instead of replying to her response. He couldn't help but wonder if the attractive divorcee was trying to suggest something. "Well it looks like the happy couple is getting ready to say goodnight." Tina said as the dance ended and the master of ceremonies called for everyone attention. (missing parts may be found at) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future. ********************************************************* -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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