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[_The Dragonlily by LeAnna_]

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The sad trees hung over the street, blocking out the sunlight and
casting dark shadows at my feet.  I felt the heavy strain of emotions
in my heart.  My footsteps fell slowly on the sidewalk as I gazed at
the surroundings.  When I looked down at the sidewalk, I couldn't see
my own shadow, and when I looked up at the sky I couldn't see any
trace of sunlight.   I saw the church ahead of me, and sighed.  I took
another deep drag off of my cigarette and contemplated the burnt-out
butt between my fingers, wondering why I needed them so badly before
tossing it into the gutter with a frown.

	* * *

	My eyes watered with the sting of the smoky air as I tried to
relax back against the lumpy cushions of the couch.  My fingers tapped
the slow rhythm of the local band on the glass surface of the beer
bottle as I glanced around the room.  The crowd was split up into twos
and threes, with a few couples bouncing around the dance floor to the
beat.  Suddenly, I glimpsed a beautiful woman out of the corner of my
eye-- she was lingering in the doorway, leaning against the jamb.  My
gaze followed her appreciatively, admiring her smooth, sleek
silhouette.  She was slim, but had curves in all the alluring
places--her breasts rose and fell as she laughed and talked with her
girlfriend.  She turned slightly to the side, and I watched her
rounded hip move side to side teasingly through her silky, fluid
dress.  It almost looked as if she was showing off to me--using her
body to lure me over to where she was, in the manner that a flame
lures a moth. She moved seductively, and I wondered for a moment if
maybe she was easy.  Probably not-she was probably just out for a good
time tonight.  Though I tried to fight off the feeling, at that exact
moment, I wished that I could have her more than anything.

	"Who you looking at?"  The words were spoken in a slight
drunken slur, blasting unpleasantly into my left ear. 

	I shrugged and indicated with my finger the woman I'd been
admiring.  The guy I was in attendance with looked her way, and
whistled softly.  "You don't stand a chance, man, not a chance."

	"Man, I'm just looking," I said, failing to hide the note of
bitterness.  He laughed in my ear.  "You couldn't even get that blonde
bimbo slut to go with you last week.  What makes you think you're
gonna get a hot chick like that, huh, man?"
	
	I looked at him icily, not wanting to admit to him what I'd
just said to myself.  I knew I didn't stand a chance, I'd never stood
a chance against women in previous attempts.  I was a shiftless virgin
who'd never even had a girlfriend.  My life was uneventful, short of a
single kiss at a party when I was 14, and I knew it was--

	"Dude, man, if you can get in THAT, man I'm gonna ... man ..."

	I'd had enough of his drunken mumbling and muttered an excuse
about having to go check the time.  I got up off the couch, striding
towards the woman without a second thought.

	"Hello."  I spoke the words too softly, and she glanced at me
out of the corner of her eye before she turned her head again and
laughed with her girlfriend.  I shifted uneasily, trying to swallow
the panic that was rising in my throat.

	"Hello!"  She turned and gave me a warm smile, tilting her
body in my direction.  I gestured towards the dance floor, and she
looked quizzically at her friend, questioning with her eyes whether
she could have the dance with me.  Her friend waved her off and
laughed loudly as she poured the contents of a shot glass down her
throat.  The woman took my arm as we walked into the dancing throng,
her breast pressing gently against my shoulder.

	In the pale, dark light, the lady looked angelic.  Her hair
was indeed red--a soft shade of crimson, almost.  It framed her face
gently in soft wisps, giving her face an oval look.  She smiled at me
as she wrapped her arms around me, and I knew my heart was lost right
then.  Her lips were softly curved in a cupid's bow, light pink in
contrast with her red hair.  As she pressed her firm body against me,
my heart skipped a beat at the unfamiliar feel of breasts cushioning
my chest.  I breathed in her soft scent, trying to ignore the urgency
of my erection pressing against my pants.

	* * * 

	I had picked my clothes out carefully that morning--it was the
least I could do for my Julie.  I got a tux that I hadn't worn for
years.  It was black in color, and double breasted, over a white shirt
and plaid tie.  It looked satisfactory to me, and since I was still in
the prime of my life, it fit without much protest.  However, my belly
did strain against it with the weight of the beer and liquor that I
had acquired a taste for in recent months.  

	I tucked a lock of mousy brown hair behind my ear, slicking it
down with a greenish gel.  I ran my hands over it quickly.  I arranged
my hair fastidiously as I'd only done once before, during a special
night for my Julie.  And this, I knew, would be the last time it'd be
this immaculately prepared.  I leaned close to the mirror, observing
the slight pink of my eyes and the yellowness of my skin.  My
complexion was clear, yet sallow and pale with the burden of my
feelings and of late evenings spent pondering and speculating over a
drink.  Not satisfied with my appearance, I turned on the faucet and
slapped my cheeks lightly with the cold water.

	* * *

	I tilted my head back against the pillow in pure ecstasy.  She
started to slip off into the throes of her own orgasm as my hot,
slippery cock thrust in and out of her with a frenzy that I could not
control.  Our bodies rocked together in a rhythm as my hands tightened
on her ass.  I groaned and begged her to keep going, harder, faster,
to entreat me to such sensations that I'd never experienced before.
She controlled my orgasm as it approached me, my body enveloped in a
slow-burning fire.  I lost control as she rode atop me frantically,
making me writhe with pure sensation as her hot, tight pussy drew
every bit of strength out of me.  The grip of her hands on my
shoulders tightened as her legs worked up and down, surrounding my
waist as she kept her body pumping above me frantically.

	"Oh, ohh ... It's so big ... ohh ..."

	I let out a loud groan and squeezed my eyes shut, seeing stars
as the sensations around my cock intensified.  The pure sensation of
my cock pushing against her tight, wet insides caused me to cry louder
as I convulsed underneath her again and again, writhing helplessly in
pleasure.  Finally, my orgasm died away and her hot, sweaty body
relaxed as she sank down to my arms.  I lay on my back with my face in
her sweet honey-scented hair, holding her body close to mine.

	* * *

	The church was in sight now.  I could hear excited voices
chattering and soft music spilling out from the inside.  The lot had
almost a hundred cars in it, colorful balloons adorned the church, and
numerous guests were standing around outside in good clothes.  The men
wore mostly suits and tuxes, a few with white flowers tucked into
their breast pockets--members of the wedding party, no doubt.  The
women were dressed stylishly for the most part, in long, draping gowns
that showed off their figures (weather it was to their advantage or
not.)  Gifts, cigarettes, wine goblets, pictures and more--they were
all in the hands of the guests.  The sound of the people's chatter and
laughter was carried over to me by the wind.  I heard a joking shriek
pierce through the air as I walked closer to the chapel.  I pushed my
hands into the pockets of my tux before withdrawing my wet palms out
again.

	Ah, the love of my Julie.  What a vibrant, wonderful woman she
is.  She could make any man alive utter promises that he would truly
keep--of forever being by her bedside when she woke in the morning.
Of holding her hand through thick and thin, if it only meant being
loved by her.  She could make any man wish with all his heart and a
sidelong glance at his suddenly vain and pretentious wife that Julie
was his.  She was a perfect blend, a perfect combination of all the
things you wanted in a woman.  She was, just simply, the most amazing
woman I'd met.  The only amazing woman I'd met.

	Her body.  It was heaven, the folds of her soft, moist pussy
lips wrapped around my cock, gripping my entire length.  The way she
gazed at me as she'd slipped up and down my shaft, the way she
stretched her body out against mine when she tried feel my entire body
in contrast with hers.  The way she'd parted her legs over mine,
letting me feel the moistness of her pussy against the bare skin of my
thigh as she teasingly licked my cock, the way she'd rub against me
subtly, knowing the sensations of her pussy against my leg were
driving me far crazier than the sensations of her hot tongue exploring
my every inch.

	* * *

	My fingers pressed against her head as she moved her mouth up,
taking a sac into her mouth and running her tongue around it
playfully.  She sucked it gently, and let it fall from her mouth as
she kissed the very base of my hardening cock.

	I gripped her firm breast, feeling the hard nub of her nipple
between my fingers.  I rubbed it slowly, tentatively as she teased me
with her mouth.

	She stuck her tongue out as far as she could, using its full
length to lick me slowly, from the base to the tip.  She ran her
tongue around my cock head, before opening her mouth and letting me
into the wet warmth, and I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue
massaging the sensitive underside of my cock.  She took me deep inside
her mouth, rubbing up and down with excruciating slowness.  My legs
were tensing and untensing around her small body, and she knew this
meant that my cock was engulfed in pleasure as she continued at a
faster speed.  My cock was stiff to the point of pain now, and my
fingers were tight against her head as she moved up and down on me.
My pleasure mounted faster and faster, building to what was going to
be an incredible orgasm.

	* * * 

	I thought to have experienced that love--the kind of love that
all men dream about.  And no wonder, either--it was an incredible sort
of love.  I knew it was a quick, impulsive decision, made entirely
with my emotions and completely without common reasoning.  But I'd
thought it was the right one, believed it was the only one I could
possibly make.  She was beautiful, and she had a way of cocking her
head to the side when you talked, and taking your hands in hers to let
you know she cared.  Of making you think you were the one that
mattered.    

	* * * 

	"Hello."  The words were spoken softly, and I immediately
broke into a smile when I heard her voice.  She came up from behind me
and took a seat across from me, carefully draping her beaten leather
coat over the back of her chair.

	"I ordered," I said quietly, entranced by her gaze.  "I'm
happy that you came to meet me tonight, I've felt so alive, so purely
_vital_ ever since that night.  You're just so amazing- I can't get
you off of my mind."

	I took her hand in mine and caressed her fine fingers, gently
running my thumb across her knuckles.  I lifted her hand up slightly,
kissing her on the back of her fingers, and wondered momentarily just
how far I'd go for this woman.  It had only been a few days that I'd
known her, but already--already, she was a major force in my life.
She came to me in my dreams.  She was there when I was drifting in the
half-conscious stage of the morning, only to disappear like a wisp of
smoke when I revived fully.

	She blushed and shrugged, her expression turning serious.  "I
just felt obligated to come talk to you.  But I have to tell you the
truth, this can't go very far.  I know we've gotten together a few
times, but honestly, I'm already involved-"

	I hid my expression of slight surprise, quickly silencing her
with a finger.  I tried not to let my confusion show (had she not had
as much fun as I had?) and told myself that she was probably just
afraid to get committed to someone so quickly.  "Just humor me at the
least.  Pretend that you love me.  You might not believe it, but I'm
not pretending when I say that I love you.  I _know_ that I do."

	
	* * * 

	Inside the hallowed building's hallway, my lifeless, cold
hands clutched at the inside of my pockets.  I glanced around the
room, and saw who the lucky husband-to-be was.  He seemed to radiate
evil to my eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to lunge at him with
the strength of only the truly mad.  His vileness was such that it
seemed to warrant my delving a knife deep into his chest, letting the
blood flow out with his life.

	Nevertheless, I turned around and a basket of flowers by the
room in which the couple were to be wed caught my eye--two of them in
particular.  They were bright red, with hints of orange at the less
mature parts of the petal.  I lifted one of these flowers out of the
basket and cradled it close to my breast.  I stood in silence,
frowning with contemplation.  

My Julie.  I had not been good enough for her.  She never complained,
she never was bitter.  Bitter?  Julie?  Not Julie, the sweetest soul
the Earth ever knew.  But I found myself to be increasingly
inadequate, being poor in matters of wealth.  In matters of the heart,
I was rich.  As a lover, I was tender and affectionate.  As a beau, I
bought her flowers, her favorite of all being the flower I held in my
hand now, the dragonlily.  She'd mentioned dragonlilies once, and the
next day I bought her a whole bouquet.  Every time I found out what
she liked, I took care to bring it to her.

	* * *

	"Oh! It's gorgeous!"
	
	Her gasp of surprise made me smile as she embraced the bouquet
of dragonlilies that I had brought her.  When she'd opened the
doorway, she had started to say something, but the surprise of the
moment swept her up as her bright grin took over her face.

	She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, shyly at first, but
I  caught her lips as she drew back.  We kissed for a few minutes, her
soft tongue slowly running along the lower edge of my lip.  She tasted
of the chocolates that I'd given her, slightly tinged with milk.  My
hand slipped up to her breast, where the hard nub of her nipple
protruded thickly through the fabric.  She leaned close to me, being
careful not to crush the flowers between us, and the light smell of
her perfume made me dizzy with lust.  Our kiss became more urgent as
my body firmed against her.

	I tweaked the nipple gently between my fingers, and she
pressed her breast against me in response.  She broke the kiss, her
cheeks slightly flushed as I ran my hand down from her breast along
her muscular stomach.  I opened my palm to squeeze the soft padding on
her belly gently, and my hand traveled downwards as her body trembled
in excitement.

	"This can't go very ... mmmm ..."

	* * *

	Most of the crowd had migrated inside the church, and I sat
silently in the very back pew on the bride's side, alone.  Nobody
noticed me--perhaps because nobody else sat quite as far to the back
as I did, even though the church's pews were filled nearly to
overflowing.  The thick crowd tapered off by the fourth to last row.
	
	I absentmindedly plucked a precious petal off the
flower--fragile, just like myself.  I didn't like to feel fragile, but
I had to admit that I was.  Over the last few months, I'd felt my
emotions breaking down.  I cared less now what people thought, and
cared not at all what people might think if I was spotted cradling a
delicate flower as if it was my child, and carefully rubbing the soft
satin leaf of the plant.

	I stared at the petal and thought: "This petal represents my
eyes.  These eyes, which were once worthy, and never again will be, to
hold Julie's full beauty inside them.  Never again to see how truly
magical she was.  It may not have been very long, but ... but it was
the best time of my life."

	* * *

	She stood before me, completely nude.  Her body seemed to be
perfectly shaped, as if sculpted by the hands of God himself.  My
breath caught in my throat as I gazed upon the way her high neck made
her shoulders look even slimmer than they were, the hollow of her
shoulders following two mounds of beautiful flesh.  Her areola were
light pink in color, just a little paler than the rest of her body,
and wrinkled with the cold and with the anticipation of the moment.
Her nipples jutted out teasingly, almost begging me to kiss them and
nibble them.  Her stomach was hard from her workouts and from the
physical activities of her job, yet she had a womanly curve to her
belly.  Along the side of her belly was a light pink scar, about two
inches long.  It was barely noticeable, but I loved how it seemed to
make her susceptible to me.  It showed the past, whatever had been
done to earn that scar, showed an experience that she wouldn't forget,
an experience that left her vulnerable to my eyes now.

The pubic hairs curled softly underneath the curve of her stomach, the
same light shade of red as her mane.  She stood with her thighs
slightly apart, and the wetness between her legs glistened in the pale
light.

	* * * 

	The music started, and the ceremony advanced.  When the groom
walked down the aisle, I could only stare in horror and distaste.  His
proud friends grinned at him from the aisles, happy that one of their
own had found such a good woman.  The groom himself was
vile--underneath that blanket of wealth and good looks, I was sure
that he would eventually make the bride unhappy.  As I had made Julie
unhappy--it killed me to even think of her being unhappy.  I'd tried
in earnest to keep her satisfied.

	I watched listlessly as the bridesmaids made their way down
the church.  Their dresses were a glimmering emerald shade, glistening
in the pale light of the sanctuary.  The younger ones looked
nervous--I could imagine them thinking of their own wedding day,
wondering if it'd be as beautiful as this.  I thought of their hands
as being clammy as they threw out petals in the aisles, wondering if
the light would hit the stained glass windows in the same delicate
manner.  The older bridesmaids were more confident in their movements,
smiling at the uneasiness of the less experienced ones.

	Oh, when the bride stepped gently down the carpeted aisle.  So
beautiful, my Julie looked.  Her blushing face was barely translucent
through the pale white veil, and her trembling hands held each other.
In her dress, to say nothing, she looked remarkable--it showed off
every bit of her elegant gorgeousness and every millimeter of soft
skin seemed exposed somehow, underneath the virginal white of the
gown.  When my gaze locked upon her, it was as if the angels
themselves sang.  She met my eyes through the veil and faltered the
tiniest bit. She looked surprised and cornered, but she tore her gaze
away from me and smiled as she faced her eyes to the front of the
room.  I could see her now, her hands caressing me, holding me.  My
hands had touched this most elegant and beautiful woman, had caressed
her cheek as I kissed her.  I plucked another leaf off of the revered
dragonlily, declaring it now to be my hands that were lost.

	"My hands--what will they touch now?  They have already been
to the most beautiful place on earth."  

	* * *

	My hand ran up her bare, smooth thigh and shook slightly as
they reached the wetness of her smooth labia.  I slowly ran my
fingertip along her hard clitoris, rubbing it in a circular motion.
She trembled, and moaned softly at this feeling.  While I massaged her
clitoris, I ran another finger down to her slit, rubbing it gently
along its length and letting her lubricated excitement guide me inside
her.  It was so wet and hot, and when I thought of how my cock would
feel in there again, it hardened considerably.  I slowly and gently
slipped my finger deeper into her pussy and moved the tip in and out.

	* * * 

	It was a beautiful wedding if you could discount the
Satan-like groom's presence lingering amongst the proceedings.  The
white drapings and the classy carpet, all the works, failed to cover
up an unpleasant aura throughout the entire thing.  It should have
been my wedding, should have been my Julie on my arm, and it should
have been my tongue spilling the words that I had ached for such a
short while that'd seemed like forever, to say-- "I do."

	I left before the kiss.

	I sighed, and looked down at my lily.  "This petal," I
declared, pulling off another silky appendage, "Is ... was ... my
lips.  Never again they be worthy to touch anybody else's lips, nor
anybody else's hands.  They were here ..."

	I sighed mournfully, dramatically.

	"Only to touch her."

	* * *

	I leaned between her legs, parting them slowly.  Her pussy was
pulsing in excitement, juices trickling out of her.  I let my tongue
taste her inner thighs first, kissing them softly and with an
occasional experimental lick and nibble.  I could taste the slightest
tinge of her juices on her thighs, and the taste drove me wild just as
the musky aroma of her pussy drove me wild.  I worked closer to her
pussy, teasing her.  Finally, I nibbled the edge of her pussy lip, and
let my tongue travel between her lips.  The very tip of my tongue
pushed into her folds, and slightly penetrated her pussy hole, working
around the circumference of her tight pussy.  She groaned, and her
hands traveled down to my head, weaving her fingers in my carefully
prepared hair.  I moved my tongue up, exploring her slit, before I
exhaled sharply on her clit, letting the hot air tickle her.  

	She groaned again in ecstasy, and pushed my head harder
against her pussy.  I nibbled her clit gently, rubbing it between my
teeth.  I used my tongue to flick the edge of her clit gently in the
confidence that I was doing the correct thing, and she moaned my name
over and over.

	* * *

	I looked at this balding, beautiful flower.  As I had plucked
off each petal, I could feel my eyes growing blind, my hands growing
useless, and my lips growing numb.  My eyes were already blind to
everything--to reason, to life.  When she left, it felt as if every
part of my soul had been tantalized slowly with a fiery, hot poker.
My heart ached and burned with the shame.  I longed to end this pain,
to do anything to end this pain.  It was unbearably physical as well
as emotional. 

	There could have been a gun--the cold nuzzle nestled lovingly
against my tongue, and the pleasure of feeling the last pain of my
life explode out of my body the way that my thoughts and blood would
come out of the back of my head.  All that remained of myself and my
soul would be splattered behind on the wall, for an unfortunate person
who cared not who I was to clean up.
	
	It was too easy to do it that way.

	I sighed, and trudged along the streets as I headed away from
the chapel.  Cars occasionally whizzed by me on the narrow pavement,
and one honked at me when I wandered off into its path.  Other than
that, it was a slow, peaceful day--everyone was at the wedding.
Drifting aimlessly, I shivered as the cold wind bit through my jacket.
I walked on a small metal footbridge going above the river and looked
across the edge of the bridge, my vision of the chilly rapids blurred
by the pain in my heart.  I looked at my flower, and chose yet another
petal, slowly pulling it off with my numb fingers.

	"This is my heart, which she kept in her possession.  I gave
it to her so quickly--she deserved it.  A goddess like her deserved so
much more than my heart."

	* * *

	I nearly cried with happiness and satisfaction as I looked at
her face, which was flushed with excitement.

	"I love you, Julie."

	* * *

	As I released the petal, the wind caught it in its cold hand
and carried it off into the distance, dancing above the rapids.  One
final petal remained on the flower.

	"Oh Julie, my Julie," I murmured.  "If only you could see what
a mess of a man I am now.  This final petal of the flower you loved so
much I hold in my hand.  This final petal is my life.  I gave you my
life, my mind, my soul.  A woman like you deserves so much more, but I
just couldn't give that to you.  I just can't imagine anything close
to this feeling ever again.  A couple wild nights.  But it's touching
me forever, Julie."

	* * * 

	A slow pause.

	"I love you too."

	* * * 

	I let the petal slip out from between my fingers, and the wind
didn't snatch it up like the previous one.  The petal spiraled down
towards the rushing rapids in a red-orange flutter, its plummet
increasing in momentum with every subsequent second.  I followed the
last remaining petal of the dragonlily to the churning, noisy waters
below me without another thought.  

	The cold water was no shock to my cold life.  I could feel
myself seeping out of my body with every intake of water.  My body was
racked with coughs, my limbs grew stiff, and my eyes grew heavy.  My
body felt as if it was in the fire of ten thousand blazing furnaces,
and it felt as if heat was making fresh blisters appear on my skin.
Vessels were popping inside my lungs with the strain of the heavy
waters, and blood leaked from my lungs to escape on my lips.  As the
warm, incarnadine blood in my body turned colder, my last thought
before I slipped into the arms of cold unconsciousness was-

	"Oh, Julie, you knew what a mess of a man I was."



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