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	The Wedding Dance
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part  Three

	Quickly they moved over to where June
was getting ready to toss her bouquet.  She had
already decided, much to more than a few guys
disappointment, that she would do without the
garter toss.  So this was the end of his sister’s
involvement in the reception.  The new Mr. and
Mrs. Morgan had to catch a eight o'clock flight
anyway and would be heading for the airport right
after this.
	"Everybody ready?" June called out over
her shoulder from the balcony to the group of
single women below.
	Almost as one, the twenty girls of various
ages reached for the bouquet that the bride tossed
back over her head.  As Jack watched it fall
through the air, it looked to be falling right into
the waiting hands of  Pamela Welles.  Until
another set of hands reached up and snatched it
almost out of her grasp.
	Jack groaned loudly as he realized that the
second set of hands belonged to Cindy Lewis.
Worse yet, bouquet in hand, she was heading right
for him.
	"Look what I caught, Jack." she said as
she caught up to him.
	"Lucky you."  he replied just a little
sarcastically.
	"I was wondering if maybe you and I
might ..."

	Cindy didn't get to finish that thought as
for the second time in less than an hour Tina
Royce interrupted her.  This time you could forget
about looks that could kill, Cindy looked like she
was wishing she had a knife or a gun.
	"Jack,"  Tina said.  "If you've said goodbye
to the happy couple, we can get our coats and
leave.  It was so nice of you to offer me a lift
home."
	"Um, I still have to say goodbye to June
and Mike."  he said, "Get our coats and I'll meet
you by the door."  he added as he handed her the
check tab for his coat.
	"I'll meet you there."  Tina smiled as she
took the tab and watched him leave.

	"Well it was nice meeting you."  Tina said
to Cindy when they were alone.
	Cindy didn't return the goodbye.  She’d
heard all about Tina Royal from her mother and
couldn't understand why any woman would get
divorced after all the trouble a girl had to go
through to get married in the first place.
	Ignoring her stare, Tina just smiled and
went off to pick up the coats.  She didn't have to
look back to know that Cindy's eyes were burning
holes in her back.


	"Here you go, Jack."  Tina said as she
handed the black haired teen his coat.
	"Thanks,"  he replied as he put it on.
"Both for the coat and rescuing me from Cindy
again."
	"Yes, that does seem to make me one
favor ahead."  Tina grinned.  "But what I really
wanted to say was that you really don't have to
give me a lift home.  I can just as easily take a
cab."
	"Hey, it's okay.  I really don't mind.
Besides, if I stay my parents will find something
for me to do.  And like you said, I'm still one
favor behind."

	Tina gave in and told him her address.  It
was in a new apartment complex on the far side of
town.  Jack had driven by there a few times and
remembered there wasn't much there other than
the apartments.  And even they hadn't all been
rented.  Tina explained that she knew it was out of
the way but it was inexpensive and when starting
up a new business, every dollar counted.  Since it
was so far, she gave Jack another chance to back
out.
	"My cars in the lot." he answered.

	As they drove along, Jack and Tina
chatted to pass the time.  Jack told her how he
was going away to school come the fall, and Tina
told him about her new business.
	"You must know Mr. Austin then,"  Jack
said.  "He runs the Office Bin.  I go out with his
daughter a lot."
	"Blonde girl, about five six, slim with nice
breasts?"  Tina asked.
	"That's her, Connie is her name."  Jack
answered, somewhat surprised at how Tina
described her.
	"I wouldn't have figured that she was your
type."  Tina said.
	"Why is that?"  Jack asked as he drove on.
	"Maybe I'm speaking a little out of turn."
Tina apologized.
	"No, go on, I'm curious."
	"Well, to be frank, I would think that a
young man like you wanted to sow a few wild
oats before he settled down.  Especially after I
saw the way you avoided Cindy."
	"Sure I do,"  Jack laughed at the quaint
way Tina put it.  "But what does that have to do
with Connie."
	"Well ..."  Tina hesitated. "I can't say I
know the girl well, having only met her briefly a
few times.  But I know her type well enough.
Trust me, Jack, that girl isn't going to put anything
out until that ring is on her finger.  You'd have a
better chance with Cindy."
	Jack listened to what she said, hoping that
she was wrong.  Yet the more he thought about it,
the more he realized she was probably right.  His
sister had said pretty much the same thing one
night when they were sharing confidences.

	"Well here we are."  Tina said as she
pointed out the small apartment complex on their
right.
	Jack felt a little disappointed as he pulled
into the parking lot. He had been enjoying both
the conversation and the company.
	"It's a long cold trip back,"  Tina said as
they pulled into an empty parking stop.  "Would
you like to come up and have a cup of coffee or
something before you head back?"
	"Sounds like a good idea."  Jack replied.

	Tina's rooms were on the fourth floor.  It
was a small apartment, living room, small kitchen,
bedroom and a bath.  Just enough for one person
trying to save money.
	"Make yourself comfortable, Jack."  Tina
said as she dropped her coat on a chair.  "The Mr.
Coffee is already set up, why don't you just turn it
on.  I'll be right back."
	Jack watched her as she disappeared into
the bathroom.  Maybe the day hadn't turned out
the way he had imagined in his early morning
fantasy, but he'd had a good time nonetheless.
He'd have his cup of coffee, head home, and have
a date with his good right hand.  Maybe he'd even
think about those really nice tits of Tina's that he'd
seen on the dance floor.  For an older woman, she
had a pretty nice body.
	He took a few steps into the small kitchen
and turned on the coffee maker.  There were a
few mugs on the countertop so he took two and
washed them out.  There was milk in the fridge
but he couldn't find any sugar.
	"Tina, do you have any sugar?"  he called
out as he checked the last cabinet and found none.
	"I think I'm out of it,"  he heard Tina say
from behind him. "But maybe this will be sweet
enough?"
	Confused at what she meant, Jack turned
around.

	"Holy Shit!"  he yelled as he completed his
turn.
	Tina was standing a few feet in front of
him -- stark naked!
	"Coffee, tea or me?"  she laughed
	Jack was speechless.
	"I always wanted to say that."  the woman
added.

	"Wha ...  wha .... "  Jack tried to say.
	 "I think the word you are looking for is
what."  the nude woman smiled.
	"What ..." Jack finally managed to get out.
	"See I knew you could do it." Tina said.
	"What are you doing?"  Jack caught his
breath enough to finally say.
	"I would think that was pretty obvious,"
Tina said in a calm collected voice as she walked
past Jack and turned off the coffee maker.  "I'm
trying to seduce you."
	"Seduce me...?"
	"Well I figured I could beat around the
bush for a while, keep giving out little hints and
innuendoes."  she went on as she turned around
again.  "Or I could take a page out of a movie I
saw as a teenager and give you a good look at the
whole package.  I know no one is going to ask me
to show my stuff in a movie like that actress, but I
figured that hard on you had when we were
dancing showed you were at least interested in
seeing a little more.  So take a look, Honey, I may
not be Hollywood material, but all the right parts
are there."

	Jack was indeed taking a really good look.
Like he'd noticed earlier in the evening, Tina was
a little on the plump side, but looking at her naked
form he now understood the term big beautiful
woman.  Her breasts had to be at least 38DD's
with really large pink circles in the center, almost
as large as a soda can.  She was pretty in a way he
had never really thought about before.
	More importantly, she wanted him.  To a
young man who'd only recently gotten his first
blow job, this was a heady concept.  No mind
games.  No professing eternal love.  No putting up
with all kinds of crap and then being thankful for a
hand job.  All he had to do was say yes.
	With his cock as hard as it was, practically
ready to burst out of his dress pants, it was hard
to think straight.  Hard turned to impossible as
Tina reached down and pressed her hand against
the bulge in his pants.
	"So what's it going to be, Honey?"  Tina
said as she rubbed his cock through the material.
"Do we take this bad boy out to play, or should I
go back and find my clothes?  Although if I were
you, I wouldn't take too long to make up my
mind.  Otherwise you might have an embarrassing
stain in your pants the next time you take them to
the cleaners."

	"I choose you."  Jack finally said in answer
to her earlier question.
	It seemed however that Jack did take too
long to make up his mind.  A loud groan issued
from his throat as he felt his cock explode into his
underwear.  The combination of seeing Tina
naked and her hand on his cock was more than he
could bear.
	"Oh Dear,"  Tina said in mock concern.
"It appears that you did wait a little too long.  We
better take a look at how much damage we did to
your nice suit."
	Deft hands quickly undid Jack's belt and
the clip/zipper combination that held up his pants.
Tina pulled them down to find a large wet stain on
his Fruit of the Looms.
	"Oh good,"  the older woman smiled.
"Most of it is still in your underpants."
	Taking hold of the sides of his underwear,
Tina pulled them down as well.  His still erect
cock sprang upward, covered with globs of
whiteness.
	Jack looked down at the large naked
woman kneeing in front of him.  He had just
enough time to get a good look at the top of her
breasts before she leaned forward and took his
come soaked cock between her lips.
	"Mmmm."  Tina moaned as she slid his
cock all the way into her mouth and used her
tongue to lick it clean.
	"Oh God."  Jack panted as he felt his cock
in a woman's mouth for only the second time in
his life.
	Tina continued to lick his cock for a few
more moments, then slid her tongue down to his
balls, licking them clean as well.  She kissed each
of them, taking them one at a time into her mouth.
	Finally, she ran her fingers along the
material of his shorts and cleaned up what residue
there still was there.  Tina slid the two sticky
fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean too.
	"Why don't we get the rest of this stuff
off."  Tina said as she pulled off his shoes and
socks.
	Jack started to undo his tie but Tina
reached up and stopped him.  She said he should
just relax and she'd take care of it all.
	Standing there, watching as his clothing
came off piece by piece, Jack couldn't keep his
heart from racing.  Every time he felt Tina's hands
touch his flesh, his heart seemed to skip a beat,
then race even more to catch up.  Finally, he was
as naked as she was.
	"First things first,"  Tina said as she rinsed
out his shorts in the sink and hung them on a
towel rack to dry.  "You know, with all the
dancing and other exertions we've done tonight, I
think we could both use a shower.  It might be a
tight fit in there for both of us, but I'm game if you
are."
	And of course he was.



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