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 Bridesmaid (Mf, cons)

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   Bridesmaid

   by SpectrOfHell

   Robert could tell that Lisa was nervous by the way her hand trembled in
his as he lead her to the dance floor.  "Don't worry," he told her as the
music swelled.  "You look beautiful."

   She gave him a slightly surprised look which he understood very well. 
He hadn't really meant to say anything about what she looked like, he'd
meant to say she would be a good dancer or something like that.  But she
WAS beautiful, and why shouldn't he say it?  Just because she was thirteen
and he was pushing forty?  The surprised expression morphed into one of
wonder as he continued to smile at her, and when they reached the middle of
the dance floor she molded her young body against his without hesitation.

   He wished she hadn't, of course.  Not that he didn't relish the feel of
her soft body pressing against him, it was just that it had been too long
since he'd been with a woman.  The feel of anyone's body was sure to turn
him on, but Lisa was doubly dangerous.  The top of her head came up to just
below his nose so that her fluffy hairdoo tickled him.  She smelled
wonderful, too wonderful for a girl so young.  He wanted to pull her even
closer and to kiss her.  Those were thoughs he had to push away before...

   It was too late.  He was getting hard.  He knew he was blushing as they
swayed across the dance floor.  They passed by the bride and groom waltzing
nearby.  The bride was Lisa's sister, and they smiled at each other,
passing some kind of unspoken commentary.  The bride smiled at Robert too,
as he were part of whatever they shared.  And that made him even more
aroused.  Lisa smiled up at him, her wrists crossed behind his neck. 
"You're a good dancer," she told him.

   "Thanks, you too," he replied.  Why did she have to be so lovely? 
Honey-blonde hair and fair skin, deep emerald eyes and thick pouty lips,
she was slender and willowy, like a model, but thick enough to be real. 
She managed to press just a little closer to him, mashing her little
breasts against his abdomen.  He glanced down at her clevage and blushed
even more when he saw that she'd noticed.

   "It's okay to look," she said quietly, almost giggling.

   "Just not to touch, right?" he said, trying to laugh along.

   She tilted her head coyly.  "Not necessarily," she said.

   "Jesus, Lisa," he groaned, shaking his head.  "Why tease me like that?"

   "Like what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

   "You know like what," he said.  "All the flirting.  Why tease me?"

   "Maybe I'm not teasing," she said.

   On impulse, he pulled her pelvis closer so that she had no choice but to
feel how hard she had made him.  He saw her eyes widen momentarily and knew
she had felt it.  "One day," he warned, "you'll tease the wrong man and
you'll get more than you bargained for."

   "I don't tease," she said, but added softly, "not just anyone, anyway."

   "Why me, then?" he asked.  "You know how old I am.  And a girl your
age...well, that sort of thing just can't happen, Lisa."

   "Why not?"she pouted.  "We wouldn't have to tell anyone."

   He almost shoved her away then as he grew a little angry.  "Stop teasing
me, damn it," he growled.  "I mean it."

   Subdued, she lay her cheek against his chest.  The music, as if on cue,
slowed and became something romantic.  He held her a little tighter,
praying that someone would interrupt them.  But no one would.  They smiled
at them, unaware of the struggle he was having with his self control.  A
bridesmaid and the brother of the groom's father, they probably thought it
was so CUTE.  He understood Lisa better than she did herself, he thought.
She wanted desperately to be grown up, more like her older sisters.  She
felt like she'd been shunted aside, relegated to a mere bridesmaid position
while her sister was the bride and her other sister was maid of honor.  But
she wasn't grown up.  She was thirteen, and she had no business playing an
adult game like this.

   "I'm sorry," she told him.

   "It's okay," he said.

   "I mean it," she said, looking up at him again.  "I'm sorry I turned you
on..."

   "Yeah, well," he began.

   She cut him off, "That I turned you on and you don't want to do anything
about it." She grinned impishly.

   "If I thought you were serious," he said, shaking his head.

   "What if I was?" she asked.

   He stared into her eyes.  Then, throwing caution to the wind, he put his
mouth to her ear and said, "Then I'd take you someplace quiet and fuck your
brains out."

   Her eyes were wide as saucers when he looked into them again, but she
was still smiling.  He knew he could get into trouble for that, but he
could always deny it.  He'd done nothing but be a perfect gentleman
throughout the rehersals and everything else.  The song ended, thankfully,
and they parted.  They both clapped for the band and went seperate ways,
her to the bride's table to whisper excitedly, and he for the nearest exit.
She was probably bragging about how much she had turned the old man on. 
They'd have a good laugh about that.  He didn't care.  He just wanted to go
home.  Home to his little apartment and his lonely life.

   The air outside was crisp and cleared his thoughts a little.  It had
been three years since the divorce.  All his friends begged him to start
dating again, but he just didn't have it in him.  He wasn't sure why.  He
and Joan had been high school sweethearts, and he'd only had sex with one
other woman besides her.  He wanted sex, that wasn't the issue, it was that
no one he met appealed to him.  Until Lisa, that is, and she was strictly
off limits.

   He jumped when a small hand touched his arm.  Lisa giggled at his
reaction.  "What do you want?" he said harshly.

   She ignored his tone.  "My sister gave me this," she said, displaying an
object in the palm of her hand.  It was a condom.

   He glared at her.  "And what do you want with that?" he asked.

   She shrugged.  "I don't know," she said.  "Maybe she worred you'd have
some kind of disease, but I know you don't.  Besides, I'm on the pill."

   "Damn it, Lisa," he said.  "Why are you doing this?"

   She sobered a bit as she stared into his angry, frustrated eyes. 
"Because," she said.  "Because I really like you.  Alot.  You make me feel
special and pretty and...and I dream about you at night."

   "Huh?"

   "I dream that you come and take me away and make me yours, that we get
married and have kids and...other things," she said, turning a little pink.
"I dream that you and I make love."

   He shook his head.  "Dreams are just dreams, Lisa," he said.

   "No," she countered.  "They mean something.  Even if they're just
telling me stuff that I'm scared to admit to myself.  Robert...what you
said on the dance floor..."

   "I shouldn't have said that."

   "There's a storage room just down from the restrooms," she said.  "It's
empty.  The door isn't locked."

   He stared at her.  Suddenly, something in him snapped.  Well, if she
thought she was a grown up, let her see how grown ups do things.  She'd
call a stop to it quickly enough.  He grabbed her hand and said, "Show me."

   It was as if someone had told her it was Christmas morning.  Her face
actually glowed, and she eagerly led the way, pulling him along to a side
entrance.  They hurried past the doors to the reception hall, turning the
corner to where the restrooms were.  Luckily, no one was there.  The
storage room was unlocked, just as she'd said.  She went in first and
turned to him as he shut the door behind him.

   He took a moment to drink her in.  All five feet of her in a peach
colored silk dress and a pair of matching pumps and pantyhose.  He stepped
forward, and she didn't shrink away, though he could see how nervous she
was.  Now he understood why she had trembled on their way to the dance
floor.  He put his arms around her carefully, and she melted into his
embrace willingly.  He bent his head and kissed her.  It was a light kiss,
tentative, an exploration, and when neither of them screamed or burst into
flames, they kissed again.  She parted her lips and caressed his with her
tongue until he allowed her into his mouth.  She moaned softly as they
shared that first forbidden kiss, her eyes fluttering closed.

   "I could go to jail for this," he mumbled between kisses.

   "I'll never ever tell," she said.  "I swear it."

   He moved his hand up to cup her breast, making her gasp.  Even through
the dress and her bra he could feel how hard her nipple was.  He moved his
mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing, and then to her chest and the tops
of her breasts.  She leaned back against some boxes, her hands running
through his hair.  He lifted her by the waist and placed her atop the
boxes. She spread her legs to allow him to nestle between them, and they
kissed hungrily again.

   He couldn't believe how quickly his defenses had melted away.  She was a
clumsy kisser, which he should have expected since she was only thirteen
and hadn't had much experience.  At any moment, he was sure, she'd come to
her senses and ask him to stop.  He prayed he'd have the strength to obey.
He pushed up her dress by sliding his hand from her knee onto her thigh. 
She gasped and quivered, but she didn't stop him.  He cupped her crotch,
finding it hot.  To his surprise, she wasn't wearing pantyhose, they were
stockings.  He lifted the dress high enough to take a look.  High cut
panties framed by lacy stocking tops and a garter belt.

   "It was my sister's idea," she said, blushing.

   "It's sexy as hell," he told her, meaning it.

   She giggled.  He kissed her again and then dipped his head quickly to
plant kisses on her nylon covered thighs.  He moved up quickly, making her
gasp again, and licked the exposed skin of her inner thigh next to her
crotch.  She smelled like a woman here, sure enough.  He nuzzled her crotch
as she leaned back further, putting her back to the wall.  He grasped her
by the ankles and lifted her feet up onto the boxes so that her legs were
pushed even further apart.  She moaned softly and tugged at his head,
urging him to devour her, which he fully intended to do.

   Hooking a finger into the leg opening of her panties, he pulled the
gusset aside and exposed her young pussy.  She had a thin muff of light
blonde hair at the top of her slit, but her distended labia were almost
hairless and glistened with moisture.  Moaning, he plunged his tongue into
her folds making her gasp loudly and stiffen.  "Oh god!" she hissed.

   He wiggled his tongue into her before moving up to swirl around her
clit. He sucked the little nubbin before he pulled back to look up at her.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.  "Is this what you hoped for?"

   She nodded vigorously.  "Nobody's ever done that to me before," she
panted.

   Grinning, he plunged in again, slurping her labia and thrusting his
tongue into her body.  He replaced his tongue with his finer, shoving it in
deeply.  There was no sign of virginity which relieved some of the guilt.
Lisa lifted her legs and rested her feet on his back as if to lock him in.
She wiggled, and he heard her shoes hit the floor.  He put his hands behind
her knees and pushed her legs into the air.  Her shoeless, stocking feet
dangled above him erotically.  He rested her heels on his chest as he stood
up, and he began to frantically unbuckle his belt.

   Her eyes widened, but she didn't protest.  He shoved his pants and
briefs down, releasing his turgid cock.  She couldn't see it, but she felt
it as it brushed against her thighs.  He moved closer, letting his cock
slide through her slit.  Her mouth formed a silent "O" and she shivered.

   "Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance.

   "Please," she whispered urgently.  "Please make love to me.'

   Moaning, he plunged into her.  He had meant to do it slowly, sensuously,
but the moment his cockhead lodged at her entrance he almost fell into her
body, sliding in smoothly and without resistance.  She was incredibly
tight, so it was amazing that he could get into her at all.  He eased back
and shoved in again.  His balls pressed against her asshole as every inch
of his cock vanished into her body.  She moaned deeply, staring into his
eyes.

   Nothing was said.  He began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, their
union filling the air with wet sounds.  Her shoeless foot dangled by his
face.  He almost shied away, but she smelled fragent, like powder, and on
implse he took her toes into his mouth and sucked.  As if it were a
trigger, she came explosively, her pussy clamping down on him as she shook
violently.  He rode it out and then resumed fucking her, his own orgasm
building rapidly.  She seemed to sense it.

   "Yeah," she panted.  "Are you gonna cum?  Cum in me, Robert.  Please! 
Cum in me!"

   He moaned deeply.  She might have lied about the pills, but he didn't
care.  He drove into her forcefully and began to orgasm.  His cock throbbed
inside her and spewed a thick load of hot cum against the entrance to her
thirteen year old womb.  She cried out and crashed into another orgasm, the
feel of a man's seed filling her sending her over the edge again.  When
they were done, they slumped against each other, panting for breath.  Their
eyes met and they both smiled and began to laugh.

   "I can't believe we did that," he said.

   "I know," she agreed.  She kissed him tenderly.  "Can we do it again
soon?" she asked.

   "Jesus," he groaned.  "Lisa, what do you expect to happen between us?"

   She shrugged.  "I don't know," she said.  "What do YOU want?"

   He couldn't say what he wanted.  It was illegal and society would never
allow it.  But she knew what he thought anyway and spoke it aloud.  "You
want me to be your girlfriend," she said.  "You want us to be together." He
nodded.

   "I want that too, Robert," she said.  "I wouldn't fuck just ANYONE in
the closet, you know."

   He laughed.  They kissed again.  He was still hard, so he began to move
inside her again.  She was thrilled, he was amazed.  He hadn't kept a hard
on like this since he was a teenager.  She was special for him, alright. 
He nuzzled her and decided to test the limits.  "I want to fuck your ass
now," he whispered.

   She hesitated only a moment.  "Okay," she whispered back to him.

   "Really?" he asked.

   She smiled.  "I'll do anything for you, Robert," she said.

   He almost felt guilty about that as he eased his cock out of her freshly
fucked pussy.  She slid dutifully off the boxes, smiling at him as he
turned her around.  Without prompting, she bent over the boxes and thrust
out her ass.  He flipped up her dress exposing her ass.  He'd never had
anal sex before and wasn't sure it would work now.  It was enough that she
was so willing to try, and right then, at that moment, he knew he would
never be able to let this girl, this woman-child go.

   He bent and lined up his cock, holding her panties aside.  She reached
between her legs to grasp his slimy cock and guide it to her anus.  When he
was pressed against her rosebud, she let go, and he began to push.  She
grunted when his cock head slipped into her sphincter.  She was struggling
to relax, to let him in.  He told himself to stop, that he was probably
hurting her, but he couldn't.  He groaned as he sank deeper and deepr into
her rectum, their combined juices serving as the perfect lubricant.  After
a few minutes, he was balls deep in her butt and she was thrusting back at
him, obviously enjoying it.

   "You like it," he commented, shocked.

   "Uh, huh," she agreed, moaning.

   "Have you ever...before?"

   "No," she gasped.  "God!  It feels SO good!"

   "Yeah," he moaned in agreement.

   He pulled her closer, reaching around her body so that his fingers could
play with her pussy.  She cried out, reaching over her shoulder to play
with his head and neck.  They kissed over her shoulder, and then she began
to orgasm.  He'd just cum and so he lasted a little longer this time. 
Still, three years of pent-up lust couldn't be held back.  He rode out her
orgasm and continued to pound her, amazed at how much she was enjoying it.

   "Cum, cum," she chanted.  "Cum in my butt, Robert.  Fill up my butt. 
Fuck my butt, Robert!"

   He gave a strangled groan and slammed into her, erupting.  "Yes!" she
screamed and came right along with him.  The second orgasm was different
from the first but just as sweet.  He emptied everything he had left into
her bowels.  The world faded away, it meant nothing anymore.  Only she
mattered.  She was his world now.

   They came down slowly, panting heavily, sharing soft kisses over her
shoulder until his cock softened enough to slip out of her.  She turned
around to face him, rising on her toes in order to press her lips to his.
"I love you, Lisa," he whispered, the words slipping out, surprising them
both.

   "Oh, Robert," she gushed, tears forming in her eyes.  "I love you too,
Robert."

   It was the passion of the moment, he knew, but it still felt like love
to him.  Three long years he had waited and searched, and she had come to
him at last, and he would never have to be lonely again.  There would be
problems to overcome, but they would manage.  They would be together.

   They got their clothes back in order and shared another long kiss.  "Can
I come to your room tonight?" she asked.

   "I'd be upset if you didn't," he said.

   She grinned.  "I want you to cum in my mouth next," she said.  "Then
you'll have cum in every part of me, and I'll be totally yours."

   He laughed.  "You already are," he said.  She laughed in agreement, and
they slipped out of the closet and headed back for the party.

  
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