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Lauren Gisal
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The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
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credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 22b
"I do" she replied. The Best Man fumbled in his pocket for the rings
and laid them on the Reverends order of service. The groom took the
small diamond ring and gently placed it on AnneMarie's finger. It
shone brilliantly even on the dim light of the church, and she realised
that her life-long baby-sitter and friend was almost married. Did she
remember all those long evenings when her parents were out. Did she
remember how she would tip-toe downstairs to sit with her and talk
about grown-up things, watching late night television programs, and
then shooting back to bed as the car headlights shone through the
lounge window? Lauren thought that she might recall some of it, but
apparently something was not right between herself and AnneMarie,
and she realised that she was unlikely anymore until after their
honeymoon. AnneMarie took the plain wedding band and pushed it
over Andre's finger, tugging his finger tip in order to get it over his
second knuckle.
"With the exchange of rings, and the vows they have taken amongst
you, bear witness that AnneMarie and Andre have entered into a
solemn oath. I now pronounce you man and wife." said the Reverend
with a flourish of his hand.
They kissed gently at the altar and followed the Reverend to the
office while the organist played an unknown variation of Mozart's
Marriage of Figaro. Lauren and Kirsten followed behind, witnessing
the register with the Best Man who turned out to have a modicum of
wit and personality. She looked again at the groom, and noticed under
his coat tails a large safety pin that held his trousers together. The
Best Man, Jakob, caught her stare and smiled back wickedly,
nodding.
The ensemble returned to the altar and made their way regally down
the aisle towards the big double doors and the gravestones beyond.
The official photographer had poll position in front of the door, but
rapidly became frustrated as another ten relatives and friends began
flashing away directly behind him while he did his best to arrange the
guests.
He tried desperately to out-smart the others by moving quickly ahead,
but the bride and groom were waylaid at the church door, turning this
way and that, talking to Aunt Elsie (who nobody had seen in fifteen
years) and then listening to friend of the family Jacques Souiller tell
them about his gall bladder operation. Needless to say, by the time
they caught up with the photographer (lurking in the bushes for that
`unexpected natural shot') their real wish was to get on to the
reception and have a drink. Mr. Souiller had clearly not finished,
having only related up to the point where he had been given the pre-
medication, and insisted on telling the remainder in the white
Mercedes on the way to the hotel, climbing in and holding the door
for AnneMarie and her new man. Gently, he was coaxed out and
advised that there would be someone to help him shortly. The next
couple of minutes saw a re-enactment of the Le Mans 24 hour race,
as cars sped away, not caring which route they took, while the
Reverend wandered out of his church clutching the pitiful collection.
During the endless photographs that appeared to be mandatory before
the wedding breakfast, Lauren smiled for all she was worth, posed
with AnneMarie and Andre, with Kirsten, with friends of AnneMarie
and then in the larger group shots on the lawn of the hotel. Her jaw
started to ache at about twelve o'clock, and by one o'clock the pain
from her mouth was equal to that from her stomach. She tasted the
first prawn at just after half past one, swallowing it without chewing
despite the years of lectures. Her seat next to some of Andre's friends
was ideal, as she could see across to AnneMarie and also the rest of
the guests due to the way the tables had been arranged.
She sipped her wine slowly, well aware of the problems that alcohol
had caused her in the past few weeks, and surveyed the room. There
were a few boys of her age, but nobody special. Perhaps that was just
as well. She would have a good dance and meet lots of new people,
then go home and curl up in her own little bed. The chicken a la
something or other was another Swiss culinary first on a par with air
dried beef, the dark meat held down forcibly on the plate with pickles
and vegetables of dubious parentage. The meal though did revive her
energy level, something that had concerned her again in the morning,
although possibly the adrenaline rush from the service had kept it in
abeyance.
She turned to Kirsten who was delicately munching her way through
the salad like a council refuse cart and discussed school and her plans
for what was left of the summer holidays. As she replied, Lauren
watched her little mouth, thinking that perhaps she wasn't all doll-
like. She sipped her wine, recalling their earlier encounter in the
bedroom. She also remembered that she was wearing the suspenders
and stockings, whereas Kirsten had only tatty old underwear. The
thought sent a new surge of power through her bones, giving her
conversation a new edge of authority as they discussed clothes, boys
and the local towns. She opened her legs very slightly as she felt the
familiar signs of arousal moving silently below, like unseen hands
massaging and probing, warming, tickling and licking her as they left
their wonderful trail of sweet stickiness in their wake.
After the meringue and fruit, cheese and biscuits followed, with
coffee and mints rounding of the memorable meal. The Best Man
lurched to his feet, laughing as he read what appeared to be his
speech, banging the side of his glass with a serving spoon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, it gives me great pleasure to
welcome you all here today on behalf of AnneMarie and Andre. For
some reason, Andre asked me to be his Best Man, I think as I've
known him for so many years. Yes, I've known all his girlfriends, not
in the same way, of course...." he paused as laughter rippled around
the room..."and I'm pleased to see so many of you here today" Peals
of laughter echoed round the restaurant. "..er, I mean friends, not, you
know, girlfriends!" He hiccuped loudly, smiling inanely to himself.
Lauren looked at AnneMarie's parents who were clearly putting a
brave face on what had every sign of being one of the most
embarrassing moments of their lives. She felt sorry for them as they
smiled at Andre, no doubt thinking that they would rather have kept
their daughter and not gained a son-in-law.
"I met Andre just after he moved into the same lodgings as me. It was
after a particularly drunken party and I bumped into a young lady
leaving his room. No doubt she had mistaken it for the ladies with all
the visitors it had."
Lauren, along with half the guests, was now convinced that the title
of Best Man was unfortunate in this case, and she felt certain that he
would end up on the floor before he finished his speech, either
through drink or from the force of a blow to his head from any one of
about twenty people who were sizing him up.
"It was then that I realised that we had very similar tastes, as the lady
leaving turned out to be an old friend of mine as well. Small world, eh
Andre?" He laughed loudly, waited for others to follow, and sensing
that perhaps the joke had gone over his audience's head, continued
merrily.
"Anyway, now it appears that he has found his perfect match in
Mary, and I for one...."
"Marie, AnneMarie" said AnneMarie through gritted teeth.
"Sure, that's what I said..AnneMarie, and I wish her the best of fuck
with him in the future. Er, I should say best of luck." He looked at his
crumpled notes, turned the page upside down, disbelieving his eyes
as he tried to regain his thread. "Anyway, I have one little story that
will titillate you, ha ha, if you know what I mean!" He leaned
unsteadily over the table, took a healthy swig of his drink, and
banged the glass back on the table.
"Hey hey, what a son-in-law, eh?" he laughed, staring at
AnneMarie's parents. Their frosty glare did nothing to dispel the
warmth of his message as he launched into his final diatribe. "I just
want to let you all know that I think you've been wonderful guests,
and I have had a great time today as Best Man. So let me tell you all
`bout a little time we had in Zurich and how we caused a bit of a
scare! Anne, you're going to love this one, believe me, you should
have been there!" He laughed to himself uncontrollably, unable to
continue as the thought of whatever incident had taken place
overcame his small mind and flicked the switch labeled `Quit Now'
to override. Some of the guests clearly had a little sympathy left as
they smiled with him while he brushed a tear from his eyes.
"Ladesh and Gentlemun, there we were, driving down the
Bahnhofstrasse late at night when a car that had been following us
closhly tried to overtake. So our driver..er, who was it Andre? Eh,
mate?" He turned to his friend, noting that he was holding his head in
his hands while resting his elbows on the table in front of him. "Well,
thash right, my old mate, you `ave a good think." he wobbled
uncertainly on his feet, holding tightly to the edge of the table as he
looked again at his notes. Finding nothing remotely familiar, he
tossed the pages over his shoulder and decided, bravely in the
circumstances, to ad lib the remainder.
"Well, we speeded up, and Andre `ere decided to show this bloke
who's boss." He laughed again, coughing slightly as the humour of
the occasion was dredged from the bowels of his mind and prepared
for regurgitation. "Well, `e dropped his trousers and pants, opened
the window..." He slapped the table with the palm of his hand,
laughing as tears fell freely from his eyes. Since most of the
assembled had guessed the punchline, annoyance slowly set in. "...'e
stuck his bum out the window and waved at the bloke."
Lauren tried to keep a straight face, even one of slight annoyance like
the older guests around her, but she did find the tale amusing, the
decadent behavior appealing to her schoolgirl sense of adventure.
However, she decided that the Best Man was a loser, and prayed for
him to be struck down by a thunderbolt or anything that might lessen
AnneMarie's embarrassment.
"But there's more, ha ha. Listen! So I reached over and pushed the
window button! Up went the window so he couldn't bleedin' move,
and we drove round Zurich all night like that, with his you-know-
what stickin' out." Lauren couldn't help but laugh, along with a few
of the other younger people there, her stomach bubbling with laughter
as she tried to control herself.
"Anyway, my old friend, there you go, eh, happy days. But now,
you're a married man, so that's the end of your fun and games, eh?"
AnneMarie was shaking her head in disgust while Andre was clearly
apologising, probably for things that may be said in the remainder of
his speech, as well as for his past behaviour. Judging by her
expression, AnneMarie had no wish to hear about his past life, and
possibly had less inclination to share his future.
"And so, I'd like to proposh a toasht to Annie and Andre, what a
lovely pair, and may they have a great honeymoon. Just let us know
where you're goin' and we'll be there! So, Ladiesh and Gennelmen, a
toasht to..er.. a toast to Andre and hish wife, happy lives, eh?" He
raised his glass as the guest rose, toasting Andre and AnneMarie
quietly before sitting down. The room was silent, except for the
scraping noise of the Best Man's chair as he slid back in it. He was
still enjoying his car joke, chuckling to himself while those either side
of him turned away.
AnneMarie's father then spoke, thanking everyone (almost everyone)
for coming, and relating the details of the rest of the day. Andre said
a few words but had clearly curtailed his speech after energetic
discussions with his wife. After they cut the cake, the formality of the
occasion dissolved, and people started to wander round the room,
looking for old friends, and avoiding others.
The newly-weds spent almost an hour opening their presents,
thanking everyone and arranging the gifts for all to see. Lauren saw
the Best Man slumped on his own in a chair next to the Emergency
Exit sign, his eyes half open with a stupid grin on his face. She and
Kirsten commented on his performance, both agreeing however that
the episode was really very funny, sure that he had been right in that
to have been there would have made it ten times better.
The disco started at about seven o'clock, although Lauren and
Kirsten were too busy talking to the other children at that time to be
interested. They all sat round a single table, about eight or ten of
them, chatting and drinking Pepsi, one of the older boys drinking
Lowenbrau from a bottle, delighted that he had the opportunity to
shown his maturity in front of the beautiful bridesmaids.
Lauren was flattered and relieved to be asked to dance by one of the
boys, and was more than a little nervous as he self-consciously took
her hand and led her to the edge of the dance floor. The gyrated while
he watched her skirt twirl, revealing her long legs and the promise of
further delights as the music grew faster. Lauren was amused, pleased
that she had this effect on the boy, and made every effort to show him
what he was surely going to miss. She also noticed that even some of
the older people still seated around the floor were watching her as she
moved quickly in time with the music.
As the evening wore on, she danced with a number of the other boys,
never for more than two or three songs, and always thanking them
afterwards as she returned to the table to gossip with Kirsten. The
lights dimmed as the music slowed, slow romantic numbers taking the
place of rock and roll favorites. The lights shone onto the small stage
as the DJ announced that AnneMarie and Andre were leaving, and
would encouraged everyone to gather in the car park to bid them
farewell.
AnneMarie caught up with Lauren and looked at her, pleasure and
thanks on her face mixed with concern and anxiety.
"Look after yourself, and thank you for helping today. You look
wonderful, so grown up. Just you be careful, OK?" she said hugging
her closely. Lauren looked at her, none the wiser as she led her
husband to the car.
The guests waved as the married couple took their leave, rumbling
sown the road with tin cans jangling from the back and a condom
(unused) covering the top of the aerial. Lauren returned indoors to
continue the celebrations. Lauren was immediately grabbed by one of
the boys that she danced with earlier, whisked onto the floor, and
held tightly for a slow dance. Lauren was unsure how to dance to the
music, even though she had tried it in front of her parents' bedroom
mirror once or twice. But the young boy had even less idea, turning
slowly and rocking from side to side as he avoided treading on her
toes. What did seem to have a very well-developed idea was his
young cock, which even through the layers of clothes was making its
point well understood. She smiled as her chin rested on his shoulder,
again flattered by this uncontrolled outburst of lust.
She thanked him, letting him return to the table as the DJ announced
the last dance. Looking around she saw people hurriedly finding their
partners, and looked back at the table expectantly. To her surprise,
she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"May I?" asked an older boy who had danced with her once earlier in
the evening.
"Mmm, OK". He held her close, confirming that he was not about to
bust his trouser zip. She looked up at him, considered his happy face
and decided that he was safe. The music carried her into the familiar
dream world, her body slowly turning as it had done all evening. The
dance floor became packed, young and old joining together as they
waltzed lazily and happily around in circles. She rested her head
against his chest, pleased with the sense of security and the fact that
she had found a boy (or man) at least ten years her senior. They
talked, discussed AnneMarie, and discovered how each of them
knew her. As the music ended, he offered to give her a lift home
which meant a detour of only a couple of kilometers from his own
house. She was unsure, saying that she should call her parents as it
was late and they expected to have to collect her.
"Hey, you'll be home in a couple of minutes, and they'll be pleased
that they don't have to make the journey." he said, looking straight at
her.
"I'm not sure." said Lauren, looking around the room at the people
waving good-bye to each other. She knew her parents would be angry
if they knew she had gone off with a stranger without telling them,
but she felt safe with the boy and it was hardly out of her way. "Oh,
OK, but I can't be late of my parents will come looking for me." she
said, collecting her little suitcase from the cloakroom attendant.
They walked round to the back of the hotel and he opened the door
for her. She smiled, thanking him as she sat in the passenger seat. He
pushed her suitcase onto the back seat and started the car, driving
slowly past the hotel and off down the mountain towards Andleburg.
"Didn't your boyfriend get invited today?" he asked as they crawled
along even more slowly than her father.
"No, I've only just met him and it wouldn't have been right."
"Hey, I saw you dancing, you looked so good, especially the rock
and roll stuff!" he said enthusiastically as they stopped at the traffic
lights. "You've got beautiful legs, you know!"
"Thank you" said Lauren, looking at the young boy. He was about
twenty-five, Lauren thought, and quite pretty to look at, with curly
black hair that had been left to grow over his collar, and a handsome
face that pleased her. They drew away from the lights, starting their
journey up the other side of the mountain. As they twisted and turned,
he pulled into a passing place on the side of the road that doubled as
a tourist parking spot in the summer months for those who wanted to
admire the view down into the valley.
"What are you doing?" asked Lauren quickly.
"I thought we could just stop and talk for a couple of minutes" he
said as he switched off the engine and turned towards her. He put his
hand on her knee, causing her to instinctively pull away and cross her
legs. "Hey, there's no need to be worried, I just thought we could
have a talk and a bit of a cuddle, that's all." Lauren shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, worried about this sudden advance but
slightly excited as the evening became a scene from a made-for-
television movie.
"I must get home, my parents will be worried, please"
"Just a little kiss, that's all, Lauren" he said, pulling her close to him.
He ran his hand across her chest firmly, squashing her breasts as she
gritted her teeth. He took her chin and turned her face towards him,
planting a loveless kiss on her tightly-clamped lips.
"Lauren, you've got lovely tits, let me see them."
"Get lost, take me home you shit!" she shouted, pushing his hands
away from her chest. She could smell the drink on his breath, and his
warm sweaty hands felt revolting.
"Lauren, come on, let's get in the back, we can be very cozy there!"
"No, piss off. Just take me home" she shouted, her voice shrill in the
silence of the night.
"Lauren, I want you, I want to fuck you!"
"No! I want to go home, now" she shouted, shrugging him off as she
looked for the door handle. He grabbed her hand and pushed his left
hand between her legs, not stopping until the palm of his hand was
under her bottom and his thumb between her pussy lips. Her heart
beat wildly as his fingers found the wet spot on her knickers.
Inexpertly, he pulled her knickers aside and jammed his fingers
painfully against her sex, missing her vagina.
"Take me home, you shit!" she shouted, wriggling so that her elbow
caught his left eye.
"Ahh!" he shouted, clutching his eye as the dull pain set in. Lauren
knew she couldn't walk the two kilometers home and decided that
she would either have to press home her advantage or face his rage
and increased lust. She lunged over towards the steering wheel and
pressed the horn. It blared noisily out into the night until he swept her
hand off it. She heard at least two dogs barking in the distance and to
her relief saw a light come on as someone parted their curtains in a
house to her right. She wound down the window and waited.
"Now take me home!" she said, the anger evident still in her voice.
"OK, OK, I'm sorry. I just thought you might like to, you know....."
"What, you think I roll over every time someone tickles my tummy,
like a dog?"
"No, I meant, well, ..." he mumbled, starting the car. They rode the
rest of the way in silence, Lauren pointing out the directions with her
finger on the windscreen rather than utter another word. As they
pulled up outside her house, she yanked the suitcase from the back
seat and slammed the door, not caring that it probably woke up
Rebecca. She stormed up the pathway and entered the house through
the backdoor. The light in the kitchen was on, and her mother came
out, surprised to see her daughter.
"What's wrong? I thought you were going to call?" she asked
anxiously.
"Yeah, well I got a lift home from some boy at the wedding. He had
some ideas on the way home that I didn't like" fumed Lauren.
"Lauren, that's why we always say we'll come and get you, so that
you don't get into these situations. You're still a very young girl, you
know, and you read about such terrible things these days." she said,
her anger evident as she looked her up and down. Lauren shrugged,
knowing that her mother was right, but not wanting to stay for the rest
of the lecture. She heard her father approaching.
"What's happened? Are you allright?"
"I'm fine. Just got a lift home that maybe wasn't a good idea. Not to
worry!"
"We do worry, Lori. I really don't mind coming out to get you. You
should have telephoned anyway. You promised you would always do
that if you were going somewhere we didn't know about, didn't
you?" said her father, obviously concerned by her apparent disregard
for house rules.
"OK, I'm sorry. I'm going to bed."
"Lauren, you're such a dreamer, really. You must wake up to the fact
that there are some very strange people in this world!" said her
mother, her lips pursed as she contained her frustration. "How was
the wedding, anyway?"
Lauren launched into a long explanation of the day, especially
embroidering the Best Man's attempt at speech-making. Her mother
fixed her a sandwich and hot milk. Eventually, they all went through
to the lounge and watched the end of the late-night movie. Lauren
then said good-night and went up to her bedroom, still wearing the
dress and jacket, and flopped onto her bed. She had had a good day,
but was still concerned about AnneMarie's behaviour and coolness
towards her. She thought about Kirsten and the episode in the
bedroom, and the feeling of power that had been within her all day.
Finally, her thoughts turned to the ride home, and her young
imagination played out many of the possible scenarios that could have
come from the groping she had in the car. Initially, she worked out
several ways to escape, by hitting him, taking the keys and throwing
them away. She even thought about falling out of the car as it traveled
along the road.
The most exciting scenario, though, was where she succumbed to his
advances, and he entered her with his long fat cock as she bent over
the reclining seat, her feet on the dashboard and her knickers stuffed
in her mouth to drown her whimpers. She took off her jacket and skirt
to leave just her grey underwear and stockings on as she replayed the
scene time and time again. She bent her legs, forming a tent with her
bedclothes as first her fingers then her hairbrush found their way
between her lips, teasing her senses and reassuring her body that
relief was at hand. She pushed the bedclothes away and pulled her
legs up against her chest, her right hand still pumping the brush in and
out of her moist sex as the boy once again ripped at her clothes and
thrust his massive cock into her face. She moaned quietly as her
orgasm gathered pace, the boy now hovering over her, his cock
bobbing menacingly as it stood poised to thrust into her tunnel. She
saw him pull back his foreskin to reveal the enormous purple head,
and pushed hard into herself as he entered her roughly, uncaringly
and shafted her in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. She whimpered as her
legs ached against her chest, her orgasm now bubbling within her,
spilling through her and washing its welcome wetness as she shook in
muscular spasms, the boy now masturbating madly and coming over
her pussy, her breasts and face. She collapsed over onto her side, the
brush still inside her as her legs clamped together and her arms
crossed over her chest, holding a breast in each hand. She felt her
anus pulsing gently, a warm glow now emanating from between her
legs as she snuggled down into her pillow.
Several minutes later, she pulled the brush slowly from her pussy and
felt the handle's stickiness, pleased that she could taste herself as she
licked her fingers. She stood up beside her bed and took off the
underwear, annoyed at the need to do so but well aware that her
mother would only ask questions if she saw her wearing Christian
Dior lingerie in bed. She removed the stockings and stuffed them into
her top drawer, returning to bed with her long T-Shirt, gracefully
adorned with a picture of a brown teddy bear. Snuggling up into a
ball, she pulled the covers to her chin and slept. Until 11am.
End of Chapter 22b
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