4 comments/ 51404 views/ 6 favorites New Lady By: tabbyjjkitty2 **Please Note: This Story is purely a work of Fiction. ** Jeremy and Steve sat at a bar late one evening. Steve's bachelor party was to be the following day. Jeremy was in the midst of a divorce. The two old friends sat sipping vodka and red bull. It was a Tuesday and the place was fairly empty. The bartender was busy flirting with the waitress at the other end of the bar. "You'll be fine," Steve said. "I dunno," Jeremy uttered, "it's been so long." "Yeah, but you always meet beautiful women. Tina is gorgeous and Tracey was very pretty...who was that one you had with you last week?" "Oh, yeah, she's sweet isn't she? I could really fall for her." "You fall for all of them that's how you got yourself in this mess to begin with." "Tracey was so hot though...uh! Why'd you bring them up now? Tina is getting ugly about child support. I can't discuss it - hey I lined up 4 strippers for tomorrow - one of each." "One of each?" "Black, White, Latin, Asian." "3 for you one for me?" "You really should try other varieties before you hunker down for eternity." They laughed heartily. Jeremy was a very tall, skinny, lanky, balding white man with a rather homely face but a sweet, loving demeanor that got him everywhere with the ladies. His preference was for ladies of color. He said it's mostly aesthetic, he just thinks they're prettier, but also, there was a groundedness he did not find in white women. His friends and family never understood but the accepted it. Tina, his ex-wife and Tracy his ex girlfriend were both beautiful, well bread black women. He cheated on Tina with Tracy. Tracy had been a freak in the sack, while Tina had been a dutiful wife but was rather tame. Tabby, his "new lady" as his friends called her, was also black, very well educated from a wealthy family. She was sexy, demure, sharp witted and charming, innocent yet crafty. They all liked her. Steve liked her a lot - though he would never tell that to Jeremy. Steve was of average height, good looking, chiseled roman features, medium, well worked out build, full head of evenly salt and peppered hair, intense face. He was also white. He only ever dated white women - a lot of them. Many many many of them. He met his current fiancé the same week that he decided that he was tired of meaningless sex. He decided that he would marry her because it was time to get marred. He was almost 40 for god's sake. It never even dawned on him to look at any other race, until he met Jeremy's "new lady". Jeremy's "New lady", Tabby, was all curves and sensuality. She was a pretty bronze brown with shoulder length hair that she kept pulled back. Deep chocolate brown eyes that drank in the essence of whomever she spoke to. Big, warm smile. She was one of those women who had to be older than she looked but there was no way to tell exactly how old she was. She looked young but she could make all the same cultural reference that people in their late thirties could. Even her feet and hands were pretty, thin, elegant. Tapered, manicured. Her lips were the fullness of a lipstick ad. She was thick but not fat. Full round hips, smaller waist, shapely legs and the biggest natural tits either of them had ever seen. It was the eyes, smile and tits that got Steve. She smiled at him the first time Jeremy brought her around and Steve thought he'd been hit by something - pixie dust? Who knows? Jeremy wouldn't say where he met her; she wouldn't say either so it had to be the Internet - craigslist or some other embarrassing website, myspace or something. When she spoke, "Pleased to meet you, Steve," low and distinct, smooth, warm, slightly sarcastic. Sexy diction, Jeremy called it. Steve could barely stammer out a reply. His dick got hard just saying hello to her. Her eyes glinted in reply as if she knew. Jeremy fell for her instantly on their first date. She was so hot and smart which made her hotter. She was definitely his type, smaller actually, his X's had been much heavier than she. Tits and wit, that's what he liked best about her. Big brown boobies and a sharp tongue. He was in heaven next to her. Steve took a sip of his drink "It can't get too raunchy, I am getting married..." Jeremy laughed so hard he almost fell off of his stool, "Oh! No! You did not just say that! YOU of all people who made sure that I got that lap dance from that scrawny white girl with the hairy pussy at my bachelor party! You smashed my face into that funky over used twat and told me to go at it! Not Too Raunchy! YOU of all people! Hahahahaha! and then and then you got up on the bar, bent that girl over and fucked her up the ass bare back in front of the whole club! Ah hahahaha! Remember? Remember?" Jeremy doubled over with laughter. Steve was cracking up too. "And then, and then," Steve started, "remember Doug? Doug got so drunk that he passed out with his dick in her mouth! AHAHHAHAH!" They laughed really hard for a bit then fell silent. Doug died of an overdose five years ago just after getting out of rehab. The air was thick between them for a bit while they remembered Dug and their wild younger days. Jeremy contemplated his ransacked marriage and Steve mused over his pending one. They knocked back the rest of their respective drinks and ordered another round. "So, tell me about this New Girl" Steve said, cautiously. Jeremy looked at his dear old friend cautiously. Steve had never asked him about any of his girlfriends before, not even his wife when he married her. He looked him in the eye and said "What's to tell? It's really new. She's great. She knows I'm going though a lot is super patient with me..." Jeremy began. "Did you fuck her yet?" said Steve, more to his drink than to his friend. "Umm...Not...Ummm...no...It's..." Jeremy didn't want to tell him. "You were all over her last week, I thought sure you'd..." Steve said. "Umm..." Jeremy did not want to answer. He had forgotten about last week. The previous week Jeremy had brought Tabby to Steve's for a party. She had on a simple, knee length sundress and flip flops, hair back, no make up. She had obviously been in the sun. Her skin was a glowing reddish golden brown color making her look freshly baked and yummy. Her cleavage was everywhere, mashed up and oozing out of the dress. Yet somehow it remained tasteful. There was nothing trashy about her. She looked clean, almost innocent and utterly fuckable. Tabby and Steve sat on bar stools discussing politics and sipping cocktails. She was very opinionated and funny. They laughed and looked deeply into each other's eyes. He wanted to kiss her so badly, take her in his arms and have his way right there. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was just something about her. He crossed his legs to hide his hard on. At some point during a very intense turn in the conversation about superheroes and religion, Jeremy came up behind and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her neck and rocked her back and forth. She gently caressed his arm and continued her conversation with Steve like Jeremy wasn't there. "Oh absolutely there are messiah themes in the X-men!" she started, as Jeremy ran his hands down her sides and pressed his body closer. Steve noticed her put her hand behind her back and watched her arm muscles contact like she was moving it up and down. He knew that she was stroking Jeremy cock that he had pressed into her back. Jeremy closed his eyes, nuzzled her neck and inhaled audibly as he ran his hand along the front of her body, squeezing her breasts uttering "mmmm" into her floral scented skin. Steve was beside himself. She maintained eye contact and full conversation with Steve arguing over the spirituality of Q in Star Trek as Jeremy parted her legs and slid his hand under her skirt. Steve watched her mouth open and her pupils dilate. He knew Jeremy had found her clit and was stroking it. Tabby issued a soft moan. Steve wanted to take his dick out so very badly. Jeremy raised the hem of the dress and ran his tongue along the outside of her ear. She leaned back, relaxed and supported by him. Her eyes were closed but she was still talking. Steve watched his friend's hand and wrist move around under Tabby's skirt. Jeremy was finger fucking her. Steve could see it. The conversation ended. Tabby had forgotten she was anywhere but over Jeremy's hand. Her head was back, mouth open, issuing little rhythmic moans and sighs. The hem of her dress was up enough now for Steve to see her pussy and his friend's hand working away at it. Jeremy and Tabby were locked in a kiss now as they not so surreptitiously jacked each other off. The only one who could see anything was woebegone Steve. Jeremy took his now very wet hand out of her cooch and squoze her tits with it. Steve focused on what was still exposed under the dress: the prettiest little pussy he's ever seen in life. Shaved too. Just as he was getting a good eye full, she closed her legs and Jeremy spun her around to face him and kissed her passionately. Steve's dick and heart ached. The image of that pretty cunt burned in his mind. He finished his drink and wandered back into the house. Jeremy whispered into Tabby's ear "let's go to the hot tub." she protested at first, she didn't have a bathing suit. Jeremy assured her that the tub was isolated and no one would see. She looked at him warily and let him drag her off of the stool, take her by the hand and lead her to the hot tub. The steam from the tub rose mythically into the cool night air. Jeremy disrobed. He really was skinny. His legs and her arms may have been the same width. But his penis was quite a marvel. Eight inches long, inch and a half thick and starting to hover over his thigh. Tabby unconsciously licked her lips when she saw it. Between that and his big hands with long fingers, she decide that skinny was not going to be too bad. He kissed her hungrily and unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground leaving her completely naked, her HH breasts full and exposed, almost perky for the size. Clean shaved pussy there for god and the world to see. The moonlight gave her skin an ethereal glow highlighting the dip of her waistline. She stood quietly knee deep in the hot tub surrounded by steam and moonlight. Jeremy marveled. Their eyes met and held for a long time, taking each other in. "You are so beautiful" he whispered, stepping toward her, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply, slowly, hungrily with passionate awe. He took a breast into his hand squoze it roughly, kneaded it gently then pulled on the nipple with medium flair. He twisted it as she sucked his tongue moaning. With his other hand, he cupped her pussy feeling it wet and soft. She twirled his balls lightly with her fingers and stroked underneath. He moaned too. Steve hid in the bushes, cock out watching. He wanted to see more of that pussy. Jeremy slid down her body with his tongue, speaking to her softly as he went. He kept hold of her breasts with his hands, pressing them upwards, mashing the nipples between his fingers. He then proceeded to suck her clit while twisting the nipples. He loved the taste of the juice that flowed out of her on to his tongue as she cried out. Then he let go of her tits and grabbed, her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Steve in the shrubbery almost gave himself away. The light from the house shined upon her asshole like a theatrical spot light. Steve could see it perfectly; the tiny pucker of what he could tell with certainty was a beautiful, untapped, virgin ass. It was so tiny and neatly hidden up in those lovely firm mounds. Steve watched his friend's finger slip toward it. Suddenly: show over. Tabby jumped up and yelled, slapping Jeremy in the face, demanding that he never ever do that again. Steve heard Jeremy apologized declaring that he'd never try it again. Oh but Steve wanted to! With that Steve jacked his cock so hard that he came all over the lawn in font of him. Oh how he wanted her. Oh how he wanted that ass! And Oh that gorgeous cunt! He was starting to understand Jeremy's preference. Steve put is dick back in his pants, stood up and rejoined the party with the images of her ass and pussy burned into his mind. "So what happened, man?" Steve asked Jeremy in the bar, "I thought you had in the hot tub." Jeremy hesitated. He didn't want Steve to know too much. Steve had a tendency of hijacking girlfriends. But, Jeremy figured, it's different this time, Steve's getting married..."She's tight" he answered. "Up tight?" asked Steve. "Too tight," said Jeremy sipping his drink. "That does not sound bad..." "Virgin tight. Like too tight for two fingers. Too tight for my cock..." Steve almost fell off his chair at the thought, "She's a virgin?" "Hell no, she's just super tight and..." "And what?" "She won't let me touch her asshole" "No?" "No. Said she's break my hand if I tried it again..." Steve remembered the scene from the previous night; it sent shivers down his spine. He HAD to see her again. "Break your hand?" "Yeah. She's...strong." "Hmm." They finished their drinks, paid the tab and walked out to the parking lot. It was a warm evening. Unusual for Los Angeles. It had been this way for the last couple of weeks. Pleasingly warm with a deep clear, starry sky. Also unusual. "She's real special to you, huh?" Steve asked "Yeah, getting that way..." answered Jeremy, "You can invite her to the wedding, if you want..." said Steve, tentatively "I thought you said no dates..." "I can make an exception." "Thanks, Steve, I'll ask her." Said Jeremy with understated gratitude. Steve half smiled gave a decisive nod and said "Tomorrow." and got in his car. Jeremy said "Tomorrow" to himself with a sigh, and got into his. Jeremy decided to call Tabby with the news. She was cautious at first, didn't want to intrude, and then agreed. Jeremy was elated. The next night was the bachelor party at Steve's house. They had set up 4 rooms - one for each stripper plus the hot tub. There was beer and bbq and chili and chips all over as well as a good supply of Jack Daniels and vodka. Disco lights and party music bumped and flashed in each room as each stripper danced atop the designated surface in the center. Jeremy arrived late; he had been out with Tabby earlier and was planning to get back to her that evening. "Nice of you to show up" said Steve, drunk in his skivvies holding two half consumed beers. "How's the party?" Jeremy asked, businesslike. "Goooooooooooooooooooooooood" said Steve, Dunkley swaying into his friend. "Good." Jeremy answered taking off his coat and exploring the house. Drunk guys and spilt beer everywhere. Looked like a great party. Jeremy was really only planning to make an appearance and then go back to Tabby. But he was handed some questionable punch, and a joint, and some speed, and a beer, and some tequila shots and a stripper - Huh? This isn't what he ordered. He'd ordered "one of each" from the company. He was looking forward to brown, firm flesh gyrating rhythmically around him but they had sent white girls - not so bad in its self, but they all looked the same. Blonde, skinny, fake tits, pink lipstick. And worse to Jeremy, Wrinkles! All over. And the fake tittes were sagging like old tennis balls on a string. This woman had her flat ass against his crotch a-rhythmically grinding against him. Jeremy could not handle geriatric cooch tonight. He gently guided her non-ass away from his crotch and toward the guy's next to him. The guy was thrilled and instantly whipped out his dick and spanked her with it. To each his own, thought Jeremy. The night wore on and the guys and girls got crazier. Drunk and high and delirious, Jeremy found himself next to Steve in under a pile of bodies with some of that old hairy pussy in his mouth. He wasn't really thinking about it. His dick was being sucked, his belly licked, nipples teased, tits were everywhere he was squashed and high and happy. Steve had an ass on his tongue a girl on his dick and an audience - he was happy too.... Jeremy stumbled back to his place at about 4am. He'd been fucked and sucked and plied and probed and he'd done the same to how many of the women there, who could tell? He was drunk and high and happy, until he remembered one thing. "Oh shit!" he thought as he unlocked the door to his apparent. He'd forgotten that he's left Tabby there, asked her to wait an hour until he got back. He couldn't crawl into bed next to his precious angel with whore twat on his breath. Oh no...Just then, his cell buzzed with a text. "5 hours = 2 long. Got pissed. Cabbed it home. Call 2morrow" Well, that solved the twat breath issue. He was almost relieved but pissed at himself. He knew better. Plus he lost out on good pussy at home in his bed 'cause he was busy with the crap at Steve's. He knew that things with this girl could be over now. He passed out in his clothes, swaddled in guilt. Jeremy awoke at 3 in the afternoon. Good thing the wedding wasn't till tomorrow. His cell was blinking with another text "breakfast. 11. Nicks coffee shop. Call." Shit. She wanted to meet him for breakfast 4 hours ago...head ache...oh, hangover...slowly the activities of the previous evening caught up to him. He took some Tylenol and got in the shower. What to do. What to do. He washed himself thoroughly, thinking that would get the essence of ancient whore hole off of him. At least he used condoms. He congratulated him self for being unusually cautious. Rinsed his mouth with peroxide and Listerine then brushed his teeth. He had to call her. He had to eat. Didn't have enough cash to feed them both. Still feeling fuzzy and slow, he sat down to watch the game on TV, next thing he knew he was being awakened by the ringing of his cell. It was her. He couldn't avoid it any longer. It was 6:00. "Hi," he said sheepishly but in a deep, smoldery tone that got him everywhere with the ladies. She was very calm - bad sign. "So," she said, "did you get abducted by aliens?" He told her no, and made up a story that she saw right through but let him tell any way before she asked "How many strippers did you do?" in the flattest tone imaginable. "Ummmm," Jeremy said" 2?" She laughed but not like she was enjoying it. "You're asking me? I wasn't there. Do you know it was 2 or are you guessing?" "Ummmm," he said. She hung up. Shit. He thought that maybe it would be a good idea to go to her house. Something in the back of his head told him that he had to make up for missing breakfast. Food. He was hungry. Food to share. Not much money...pizza. Pizza is cheap...He called up a local pizza joint and ordered a...a...what kind of pizza would she like? Ummm...He knew what he would like...ummm... The person taking the order became impatient...ummm... "Meat lover's special - no, wait, BBQ chicken. That's it. Thanks" He remembered that she doesn't like grease...too bad...bbq would work. Loud dance music came from the windows of her apartment. Despite the waning sun, her blinds were still open. Jeremy could see her in action, alone without pretense. He stood out side her window and watched. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf high atop her head like Erika Badu. She had on a tiny tank top that stretched over her giant breasts to the point of near explosion. She wasn't wearing a bra so they moved and bounced and wobbled and jiggled as she danced. Below them was her tiny waist. How she stood up strait with so little to support the upper mass, he had no idea. Next were her full hips and round firm bottom barley covered by the rattiest patchwork pair of daisy duke cut off shorts he'd ever seen. The front pockets hung lower than the shorts. She was barefoot and covered in paint, dancing and singing off key in front of a brightly colored canvas. New Lady She was beautiful to him in that moment. Utterly herself. His penis stirred. How could he have chosen a stripper over her? He mentally berated himself a few moments longer before he rang the door bell...he rang it again...and again...obviously she didn't hear. So he stood right next to the window and said in a loud nasally voice "M'am? M'am? Pizza M'am." Tabby turned around, saw no one and turned back to the canvas. "Pardon me m'am? I have here a Pizza for you" She turned again and saw a figure at the window holding a pizza box. "I didn't order anything" she yelled and kept painting. "M'am, if you would just come over to the window here, we could discuss this," he said trying not to laugh at his adopted persona. She groaned and turned around. She hated being interrupted while she was painting. She knelt down at the window "I'm sure I didn't...hey..." Her tone softened when she saw Jeremy. "I'm really sorry" he said sheepishly into the screen. "Come inside." she told him, bounding over to the door. As soon as she opened the door, he scooped her into his free arm and kissed her lovingly with the power of his apology running through his lips. She felt it in her whole body and swooned. Jeremy felt her nipples pop and burn into his chest though her shirt and his. She broke away taking the pizza box from his hand, "don't do it again," she said, "there are no second chances." From the stern librarian flatness of her tone, he knew that she meant it. She crouched at the coffee table over the food. She'd forgotten that she was hungry. Still standing, he moved closer to her, and stroked her back. She smiled to her self but kept her face away from him saying "Close the door and get some napkins before this turns in to a rubbery puck." He did what he was told then sat close to her on the floor. She sat too and they looked into each others eyes while they ate. "I shouldn't forgive you," she said warmly with a half smile. "No?" he asked. " No," she answered. He was about to ask why and then he remembered why. No, she shouldn't forgive him. "But I'm going to and it has nothing to do with this offering of luke warm mediocre pizza," she cracked a huge smile as she said it, eyes glittering. Jeremy realized that with her pretty, manicured foot was in his lap, her tits were almost falling out of her shirt, pizza grease dripping down her arm, he was happier than he'd been in years. Then she asked, "so, how many strippers did you do?" she tried to make light of it but he knew that the question was genuine. "I-I used a condom!" he said like he was hoping to be giving the right answer at school. "I should hope so!" she said in a rather parental manner. Her eyes were dancing but she meant business, he knew that. He looked at the long elegant foot in his lap, perfectly painted toes, lavender polish; he cupped the heel in his hand and began to massage it. "Mmm" she sighed, setting down her slice. "You have very pretty feet," he whispered to her. "Hmmm, genetic defect..." She answered, her voice languid , sultry. He picked up the pretty pied, placed it upon his pursed lips. Even her foot smelled clean and kind of flowery. He cautiously slipped out his tongue and licked the bottom of her big toe. She giggled, and laid back. "That's a new one," she said. He looked at her quizzically. "No one's done that to me before," she answered. He wondered why because her tapered toes were so neat and pretty, her long, narrow foot and high arch so elegant. He didn't always have a thing for feet, but her feet...! He licked the big toe fully this time and then proceeded to suck it while he massaged arch with his thumbs. "MMM! that's nice, J! Is that what a blow job feels like?" she asked. He didn't 't know but he decided to treat that toe just the way he was going to want her to treat his dick later. he drew the toe slowing in and out of his mouth with dense suction swirling hi tongue around it. She swooned and sighed a little, she knew feet were sensitive, but she had no idea that it would possibly feel this good to get your toe sucked! He then released her toe and ran his rough tongue the entire length of her foot, heel to toe, paying special attention to that high arch of hers. She moaned again, this felt so great! He took each of the secondary toes in his mouth in turn and relished the same treatment upon them. He could see into her tiny sorts - she had on nothing underneath and she was defiantly moistening with her enjoyment of this new activity. He watched her back arch and chest heave, She was starting un button her shorts. As he let her leg down he told her to pull the shorts off before her got to the other one. In silent compliance, she scooted off her shorts and raised her other pretty foot to his face, teasing his lips with the tip oh her toe as she lay back on her elbows to watch him work. Now he had a full view of the prettiest puss he'd ever seen, glistening, open and engorged. He nibbled at the toe on his lips teasingly, thrilled at her eager enjoyment, rubbed his hands up and down the shapely leg extended before him. What was he doing with strippers last night!? This is so much better! Their eyes met and he sucked the big toe into his mouth and began his work. She lay back entirely cooing and moaning, then her hands slid toward her pleasure center, one stoked her clit and the other lightly pried her labia, she spread her petals open for him to see and she slipped a finger into herself and let out a loud indescribable sound. He let the toe pop out of his mouth to say "Yes baby show me how you do you" in a low, sexy tone he'd forgotten he had. His dick was crazy hard now, but he wanted of finish the foot so he licked the heel to toe, a little more roughly than he did the other and she cried out moving her hands faster upon herself. He could see she was going to cum soon as he slurped up the third toe. Her back was arched, wetness leaked out of her puss on to the carpet and she was gasping for air jabbing two fingers now into her hungry cooch. Jeremy finished the baby toe, held both of her legs up, wide open and told her to remove her fingers. Reluctantly, she did. He gasped at the gorgeousness before him, marveled at the sight, open wet pink MM! He lunged forward and plunge his face into it. Flicking her clit with his nose, licking and eaten that pussy like he would die without it. She was cumming now for sure, gushing torrents of girl jiz onto his tongue he lapped it up hungry for more. Her cries were loud, body contractions strong. She rocked and writhed and cried and gushed and gushed and gushed. He reached inside her, fingering her gspot creating more love liquid for him to consume. He could fall in love with this girl he could fall in love with this girl he could fall in love with this girl NO! He stopped. suddenly. At first she didn't know what was happening. She put her hands back inside her pussy to get more. She called for more. He stood there watching her, his dick about to explode in his pants. Then she whimpered, "Fuck me please, Jeremy, please fuck me oh god please J, fuck me, I need it of baby, you got me so hot I need it so bad please J fuck me oh god!" She came again and again. He could tell that this was only a warm up for her. Oh god, he thought. She's wonderful and hot, and gorgeous, and nice and cumming a thousand times right here, in front of him begging for his dick. Oh God oh god oh god! While he stood there in a panic Tabby had risen to her knees, opened his pants and was pulling out his ravenous cock. OH God OH GOD OH GOD he thought. He was in a panic now as her warm soft mouth closed around him. He swooned, almost fell over, but she grabbed his ass and held him tightly to her face as her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft. His head was buzzing. OH no oh no! She held him in her mouth, slurping him deeper down her gullet. Oh My God oh no oh no! Jeremy, dizzy with panic and lust, fell backward out of her mouth and on to the floor. Fumbling, urgently cramming his huge excited, leaking penis into his pants, he hyperventilated, sweating. No no no no no! He thought. He got himself zipped up and onto his knees. Using the coffee table for leverage, he managed to get to his feet, reeling around to the door, stumbling over his shoes, he grabbed them. Tabby sat on the floor, mouth open as it was when he disengaged. She watched, confused. Jeremy grabbed at the door but couldn't open it. Tabby rose to her feet, gently stroked his back and lightly kissed his cheek. "Was it that bad, baby?" she asked into his ear. "No no no, I gotta go, I gotta get out, gotta go!" he mumbled and looked at her with wild pleading eyes. What the hell is this? She thought. and opened the door for him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before he bolted stumbling out and away. Jeremy sat in his car in front of her building in the dark jacking his cock, cumming all over and swearing at him self. Love is NOT what he had on the agenda. He shuddered twice as the spunk billowed up from his depths. He found some fast food napkins to wipe up the mess. He dropped his head back on the driver's seat head rest. He knew she must think him an idiot now. he let his head swim for a bit, swore at himself and drove home dejected and crawled into bed. Tabby had no idea of what had just happened. She wondered if she'd offended him or even hurt him. She decided not to get too stressed out about it, after all this was a casual relationship that she had no intention of taking much further. He's too odd. Sweet but odd. The phone rang. She answered it. It was Jeremy. "hi." he said "hi..." she answered. "Sorry..." "ok..." There was silence between them for a very long time, then Jeremy began to sigh audibly. " Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked him gently. He sighed again. This was going to be trying, she knew it. "Umm...Steve's having a party tomorrow. wanna go? ummm will you go with me...I'd like for you to go with me." his nervousness was obvious. She knew they weren't going to discuss what happened. Hmm party...no wait - "Isn't Steve getting married tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah," answered Jeremy, "that's the party..." Silence again. She mulled the whole thing over. This last time, she decided, then this is over, "Sure, what's the dress code?" she asked. "Umm wedding stuff?" he answered. This man's an idiot, she thought, but he is sweet and he is fun... "ok tomorrow, then." They ended the call. Jeremy was relieved. Tabby was concerned. The following afternoon Jeremy was so excited he almost forgot his shoes. He had on a dark suit that wasn't quite rumpled, a fresh white shirt and a solid grey tie that had to be 15 years old and defiantly showing it. He bounced up to her front door like he was going to the prom on Neptune and rang the bell urgently. He rang it 3 times. She opened the door and kind of hid behind it. "I'm not quite ready," she said shyly, "I need you to help me with something." Jeremy started to panic internally. Woman not ready could mean an extra hour! But he said nothing, inhaled, nodded and entered the living room. He almost passed out. There she was hair up, flawless make up, a string of pearls around her neck and simple pearl earrings, pretty green and white high heeled shoes that displayed her painted lavender toenails perfectly, tiny shear pink panties and that was all. Jeremy's head spun out of control. her humongous breasts stood in front of him naked bulbous brown beacons. His dick got so hard he was paralyzed. This vision of partial dress that she was, catapulted him to another dimension. The afternoon sun cascaded over her body, illumining her soft lotioned skin. "J, I need you to help me, it'll only take a second, " she said. He rushed toward her and kissed that pretty mouth like it was the end of the world he held one heavy mam in his hand and trailed his tongue down from her face across her shoulder to the other glorious tit before him and suckled that precious nipple, pulling it with his teeth and lips, she swooned and gasped and scratched at his head. "Baby, " she whispered, "that's not the help I was needing..." He stopped and looked up at her face, then down at her breasts holding, kneading and pinching them, muttering "nice...nice...nice..."to himself as he gazed at them in the sunlight. "Baby," she said again, stroking his cheek, "I need your help with this." She turned away from him revealing her butt cheeks hanging just below the hem of her panties that framed them so well. Jeremy moaned and adjusted his now dripping cock. She bent just a bit over a table and he couldn't help himself. He spanked her pretty round butt, cupping the exposed cheek in his hands and caressing underneath. He knew she'd be wet by now. She paused in her action while he felt her up, but she stopped him before he could get to her pussy. She turned to him holding a strapless white corset. " J, I need you to help me with this." she said with a pleading but sultry look. He kissed her and took the hard and took the lacey garment from her hands. He looked at it quizzically. She told him that she'd tried to put it on herself but could not do it. Could he please latch it onto the smallest hooks. She held it over her front and pushed up her breasts then tuned and bent slightly. Oh shit! He thought. " You have to pull it really tight, baby, " she said. He caressed her pretty round butt again. " No the corset!" she giggled. " You looks so good like this..." he whisper in awe. " Yes but I don't think the bride would appreciate it" she said bending a little more, " come on, sweetie, it won't take long" she said. He shook his head and then pressed his stiff crotch against her firm bottom, slid his hands across her smooth soft skin and grabbed the sides of the garment, bent and kissed her bare back before he pulled at the corset to close it. She pushed her ass into him saying "Pull harder, baby, start at the bottom." she felt him get stiffer and giggled "the bottom of the row of hooks, silly!" He pulled and fumbled and got most of the hooks closed. she straightened up maintaining ass to crotch contact. He was at the widest part of her back which wasn't very wide but this was also where the fullness of her breasts caused problems. She sucked in some air and held them closer to her body as he yanked at the fabric. He really had to work hard to get the thing closed, it was hurting his hands. Finally, he got the last hook closed and she turned around and kissed him " Thank you so much, sweetie, see why I needed a strong man to help me with that?" He looked at her penned in and pushed up. tiny waist smaller, giant chest billowing up creating the most magnificent cleavage. She looked like one of those old fashioned undergarment ads - and utterly delicious. He could see her horney nipples through the lace. Precum eked out of his penis. She looked like a statue, Barbie wished she had these proportions. He unconsciously touched his throbbing cock through his pants. Jesus, he thought. He wanted to fuck her so badly while she wore that contraption. She kissed him lightly and danced off to the bathroom to dress and fix her makeup. Jeremy couldn't help it. While she was out of the room, he pulled his crazed cock and stroked it. She was too much like that. Too much! He knew there was no time to fuck her. He moaned as he felt his tip moisten. she Heard him and came out of the bed room " are you ok?" she asked stopping in her tracks. He moaned again upon her entry. She had on a strapless knee length a-line green and cotton white dress, so conservative, so simple, so pretty, so shockingly 1950's kind of clean cut that he came so hard that it shot across the coffee table. "Well, I guess you like it!" she laughed and went to get him a damp towel. She went over to him, knelt down and wiped the cum off his penis with the rag then kissed it, allowing the tip to rest between her lips for a moment. "Mmm, baby, you should've saved some for me." she whispered, kissing it again and wrapping it gently with her tongue. Then, she picked her head up and stroked his cock with warm damp cloth, kissing his mouth and muttering, "We ought to go, Mr. happy pants." He moaned and held her closer dancing his tongue across her lips. "You are so hot" He muttered. She kept stroking him with the cloth as she accepted his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. He was too light headed to drive, as he kissed her, the hard on returned. She giggled and pulled away. " Your best friend is getting married in a half hour and will be deeply hurt if you're not next to him at the alter. I'm going to fix my face again. You should zip yourself up and we'll go. ok?" she said in her low, gentle voice looking him in the eyes holding her forehead to his and his chin in her hand. she stroked his face, stood and left the room. "Damn!" he thought, put himself back together and stood nervously by the door. She came back in looking utterly flawless. She grabbed a coordinating clutch and wrap, and smiled at him laughing. "Let's go before you get yourself back into a state" she said. and they left. The wedding was set in the garden of a posh hotel just outside of town. There was a view of the beach and there were white chairs in ten neat little rows, each chair adorned with white ribbons and a pink program for the ceremony. Tabby sat by herself toward the back. The other guests were yet to arrive. fashionably late, the lot of them. She'd met the bride once, the groom twice and knew absolutely no one else. And, as she figured, she was the only person of color and the only one not wearing black. Damn she wished he'd told her about the dress code. Now she really stood out. Jeremy had kind of deposited her there before he ran off to do his Best Man duties and attend to the groom. Steve was in a tiny side room designated for the groom and his men. He was pacing and smoking and muttering to himself. "Cold feet, bro? " Jeremy asked. Steve looked up with weary relief, " Where the fuck have you been, dude? I'm getting MARRIED here!" he took a long drag on his cigarette. "Dude," said Jeremy, " it's not too late to pull out if you're not up to this..." Steve shot him a look full of daggers and stamped his cigarette out onto the floor. " "I'm doing it." he said with decisive anger. "What happened dude, you are not ok..." Jeremy was becoming concerned. "If you'd been here EARLIER you'd know." answered Steve venomously. "know what?" J asked. "It doesn't matter, doesn't matter doesn't matter...I'm doing it, ok, I'm going through with it no matter what, that's that." "Ok." Jeremy said handing Steve another smoke. Steve looked at it and did this kind of Denearo thing pinching it and looking at it with his head cocked to the side while it burned before taking a long, deep drag. They were silent. Steve's anger was apparent and growing. Jeremy pulled a flask of vodka out of his pocket, opened it and handed it to him. Steve paused then drank a long swig. Put his head back, eyes closed and sighed. He then put his head back down, opened his eyes and held Jeremy's stare for a long time. The pause was pregnant with quintuplets and fire. " She slept with Mark, two months ago, says its over between them, but she just had to tell me before we step into the next phase. She went into detail - full detail - Where. When. How. She said she liked it. That he was better than me. He's here. He's here now. In the hotel. I found him at the coffee shop and I socked him in the jaw, don't think I hurt him really. made me so fucking mad. heard of seeing red? I actually saw red. Regardless, I'm going to marry her, I made that decision it's time for me to settle down so I'm gonna do it I'm gonna go though with this I've decided. Where WERE you man?" Steve declared. Another epic pause maintaining eye contact. Jeremy took along drag off of his cigarette. New Lady "Tabby needed some help with wardrobe..." Jeremy uttered sheepishly. "Who's Tabby?" asked Steve bitterly. " The woman I'm seeing, the one you call my 'New lady'? Remember? I told you she was important. You said she could come. I brought her." Jeremy was a little incensed. "Oh, I didn't know her name," Said Steve decisively, "So you were banging' booty while my life was falling apart!?" Another silence fell upon them. Steve was really starting to piss Jeremy off. "Umm, That's fucked up, dude. I didn't fuck your fiancée. Sorry I wasn't here. I am now and you've made a decision. So take another drink and let's go get you married." Jeremy said plainly. Steve did take another long drink, shook himself and bounced around making boxing moves then stopped. "Lets' get me married." he said and the two walked out to the garden. Tabby was on her cell, pacing behind the rows of chairs. She'd slipped off her shoes and massaged her feet in the grass as she walked. Jeremy and Steve walked toward her. She saw them and closed her phone. Jeremy looked at her perplexed. "Oh, a friend was just taking me out of a panic attack. it's over now. what's up? hey Steve!" She leaned in and gave Steve a half hug before she found herself quickly in the crook of Jeremy's arm. "Panic attack?" asked Jeremy, bracing himself for more drama. "Oh I get them. Sometimes. in crowds. it's over now. no worries, " she said plainly, "What's going on with you two. Looks more like you're headed for a beheading than a wedding - ooh sorry about the rhyme!" she said. They laughed. Steve looked her up and down like she was dessert. "Good to see you Tabby, thanks for coming," Steve said too politely. She smiled back at him. "Hey, J have you guys made reservations at the hotel tonight? The party should go pretty late. Everybody's staying over..." said Steve. "No..." answered Jeremy, knowing he couldn't afford it but not wanting to say anything. "Don't worry about it ill go over and make the arrangements. It's on me man, no worries." Before Jeremy or Tabby could say anything, Steve bustled off into the lobby to the counter. "You wanna stay over in a nice hotel tonight, Babe?" Jeremy asked Tabby, kissing her deeply, melting her into the grass. He turned her into him, his arms wrapped around her waist hold her tightly to his body. She could feel his excitement growing. Her arms were around his neck, she stood on tip toe, swooning with the kiss. It was like they were the only two people in the world and he began gathering the fabric of her dress up with his hand so he could feel her thigh. She was so caught up that she didn't stop him. His other hand groped at her pushed up cleavage. he wanted her so badly he would have taken her right there. She would have let him, it a problem she had. Once she was kissed right it didn't matter where she was, nothing mattered but sensation. But suddenly Jeremy stopped kissing and groping her. There was a sound of a throat being cleared. Jeremy pulled away from Tabby and stood as if he was seeing a ghost. "What are you doing here?" he asked a short round black lady who looked a lot like Tabby minus four inches and plus fifty pounds. Same hair, complexion, basic proportions. She had on a simple black and white sleeveless dress. It was tasteful and flattering. next to her were two small children, a boy and a girl around the ages of six and nine. "My friends are getting married, " she answered, "what about you?" Jeremy was taken aback by the answer "Me...Too..." he stammered. She shot a look at Tabby who was now slightly rumpled from Jeremy's groping. Tabby smiled back a warm genuine smile, the only way she knew to diffuse this award situation. "It's great to meet you, Tina! I'm Tabby. your hair is fabulous!" she smiled again. Tina was taken aback, she did not want her ex-husbands new girlfriend to be nice but she couldn't help but smile herself, happy that someone noticed her very expensive very complicated but tasteful hairdo. Jeremy was befuddled too, he kind of expected a showdown if they were to meet, he did not expect: "Oh! thank you, girl! I really appreciate that!" Tabby introduced her self to the kids, letting them know that she had heard wonderful things about them and everyone was smiling. Tina had even forgotten that she was suppose to be mad that she ran into her ex-husband groping a woman in public like horney teenager. They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Tina excused herself and usher the kids into there seats. "Thank you baby, thank you thank you" Jeremy said to her kissing and groping her again. This time they were interrupted by Steve. " Your suite's all set guys for tonight. there's a hot tub and every thing. You ready, J?" Jeremy nodded his head, stole another kiss from Tabby and the guys walked away. Tabby sat in the back at the end of a row. At least she's not the only person of color she thought. The Ceremony was short but nice. They were not very good writers but had written their own vows. Someone's sister who couldn't sing well sang a very trite popular song from twenty years ago that made older female relatives cry. Tabby remained in the back taking the whole thing in stride, hoping the food at the reception would be good. Jeremy stood beside his friend as stately as he could, which wasn't very. He fidgeted like a little kid in need of a rest room. He kept stealing looks at Tabby. She would smile encouragingly at him with a placid face that hid her ennui. Steve stole undetected glances at her too, almost forgetting the bride beside him. Tabby pretended not to notice. The reception was an adequate buffet with mediocre faire and, thankfully an open bar. Tabby picked at the bits of food on her plate and drank deeply from her glass of vodka. She wasn't much of a drinker but she wasn't much of a mingler either so she hung on the fringes of the crowd nibbling at baby carrots and drinking vodka looking forward to cake and escape. Jeremy, as always was the life of the party. He was drunk and high, cracking jokes and dancing with old ladies. Every now and then he'd breeze past Tabby, kiss her and thank her for being there. She was deeply bored. Tabby wandered into the hotel lobby, watched the people and looked at the odd reproductions of famous paintings. As she was contemplating the odd glitches in a faux Matisse, a man's voice whispered in her ear, "You can always retire to the room I booked for you." Startled, she turned. It was Steve, a little high but not fucked up like Jeremy. He stood very close to her. Kissably close. He smiled with closed lips. "Can I show you to your room, Tabby?" She was taken aback. She gasped in surprise and furrowed her brow. "You just got married." she said. "Yes, I did, moments ago, " he answered. "I'm with your best friend." she said. "Yes, you are. " he answered leaning into her. "I'll just walk you to the room, that's all. I'll just drop you off and let J know where you are. You look so bored..."he coaxed. She furrowed her brow again. She wasn't going to lie, she was painfully bored. "There's a hot tub in your suite, you can relax and wait for J..." Steve said. Tabby knew that the vodka was fuzzing her judgment but the hot tub sounded like a really good idea. She agreed to allow Steve to escort her to the suite. The alcohol had made her woozy causing her to stumble into the elevator. Steve caught her by her tiny waist. "I've got you" he whispered. The doors closed and so did Tabby's eyes. She never drank that much. She leaned her head against Steve, happy to have a warm body supporting her. "You ok, sweetie?" he whispered, stroking her cheek. She nodded and muttered "Too much vodka. bad idea." He kissed her forehead and held her closer. The elevator door opened and they walked down the hall. Tabby was feeling very heavy from unaccustomed intoxication. She hummed lazily as Steve guided her down the hall. The room was huge, champagne colored with a giant sunken hot tub in the middle of the floor. There was a California king sized bed a couple of couches, a giant television and a minibar. It was a lovely suite with a panoramic view of the city. "Mmm, niceeeee" Tabby said drunkly. Steve kissed her cheek again and ran his hand absently over her body. "Mmmm..." she said again and meandered to the bed, landing on it face down. Steve got excited. he knew that if she'd been sober he'd have no chance with her, but drunk...he sat next to her on the bed gently saying "Let me get you comfortable, Tabby," as he unzipped the back of her dress. "Mmmm" was all she said. He unzipped the back of her dress and slid the garment away. Underneath she had on the tight white corset and shear pink panties. The roundness of her bottom was so prominent and tempting, he couldn't help but run his hand over it. "Mmmm" she said, barely conscious and falling into a slumber. "Let me make you more comfortable, Tabby." he whispered again, caressing that high round ass and sliding the delicate panties down her legs. He bent and kissed the cheek lightly, then tasted her skin with his tongue. He was beginning to understand Jeremy's preference for women of color - wow, what a pretty ass, firm, soft, he squeezed it gently. She didn't stir. He kissed it again. But he had to see. He had to see again what he'd seen displayed so perfectly in the moonlight a week before. He had been hoping for this opportunity but he could not believe that it was actually going to happen. She was truly passed out by now. He knew that this was his only chance. Her legs were spread from when she landed on the bed. Steve knelt between them palming both of her ass cheeks and prying them apart. He salivated at the sight. Steve loved himself some ass. This was the prettiest little pucker he had ever seen. He knew it was virgin too. so tight and neat and brown, his dick got instantly hard. he couldn't help himself he licked his finger and placed it on the little hole, brushing it gently, he watched her flinch, just barely and her ass cheeks slammed themselves shut around his finger. ooh, he though she is strong just like J said. He pulled his finger out and decided he'd save that delectable little asshole for later. He ran his hands across her bottom again and down her thick thighs and shapely legs. He understood now what J liked about it. The skin was so soft and resilient with firm muscles underneath. She looked and felt like soft silky coffee cream. He wanted to pull out his dick but decided to wait. He rolled her body over revealing that pussy J had shown him before. A tidy clean shaved mound hiding the bud and petals. He caressed it and she sighed, opening her legs wider. A good sign, he thought, smiling at the view. it really was a pretty pussy. he brushed the outer labia lightly watching them swell ready. "Mmm" she uttered, comatose, truly unconscious of anything but sensation. Her legs fell open, wider. "oh my god" Steve whispered as he watched her petals unfold. The delicate damp pinkness revealed feminine beauty defined. Soft and symmetrical with a puffy clit and a tiny hole. "perfect" he uttered, fighting his tongue's instinct to taste her. He wouldn't do it. This was Jeremy's girl. This was Steve's wedding day. He's taking advantage. She's all passed out. Too risky risky...He closed his eyes...He took a very deep breath - oh no. He could smell her...oh no - She smelled sooo good. He unconsciously licked his lips and dusted her clit with his fingers. "Mmm" she said again. He let his finger rest on her puffy little love button, it felt nice, pulsating beneath his fingertip - god he wanted to taste her so badly! But that would cross a line wouldn't it? . He moved her love nugget gently in circles watching her apparatus flutter and moisten under his touch, the scent increased and he slid his finger down - oh sweet heaven! He thought, sliding his finger across her silky wet slit till he found the hole he sought. It took some effort for his thick finger to enter, but once it did, the pussy snapped tight around him and milked that his finger roughly form the inside. She began to buck and moan loudly, Riding that finger like it had something to give. Her walls snapped and contracted around him - he swooned under the pain of his urgent dick trapped in his pants. Her shaking became violent, moans boisterous his hand was washed in a girly juice flow as she came and came and came and came hard and loud an long. He'd never seen a woman like this- who could cum like that - no wonder his boy was in love - but that was Steve's final thought about his wife or Jeremy or anything beyond him and the passed out woman on the bed fucking his hand and cumming like the cavalry. She was so hot and her breasts shook like the Himalayas during an 11.5 earth quake, escaping from the top of the corset and flopping around like wild jell-o. This was too hot for Steve he could not handle this any more. He wrenched his hand form its pussy prison and yanked his dick form his pants. Tabby was still unconscious and writhing on the bed moaning as her pussy gapped to be filled. Steve gave himself a couple preparatory strokes before he plunged his meat in to the thrilling world of her liquid velvety tightness. He was about to cum from just of the sensation of her walls around him, but she awakened with a start, sat up and socked the hell out of his jaw. "The FUCK are you doing?!" she demanded. Steve fell back spraying cum into the air as he crashed upon the floor stunned. Tabby was fully awake now. "Where am I, what is this, what the fuck do you think you're doing, where the fuck is Jeremy and Hello, your WIFE?!" she was panting and frightened. "You...were...drunk...and..." Steve started "And you decide to play frat boy circa1992 and date rape my drunk ass? ON YOUR WEDDING DAY?!" She was kneeling on the bed looking around for her clothes. Steve couldn't help but smirk at the reference to her ass, Steve loved himself some ass and she sure had a pretty one. "You're asshole!" she said, genuinely furious, grabbing for her dress. "Jeremy's going to hear about this, your WIFE is going to hear about this and the POLICE are going to hear about this I'm pressing rape charges you sexually predatory motherfucker!" she was crying now as she pulled her dress over her head and reaching for the phone. Steve was still stunned. He'd managed to find his pants and slowly put them back on. Why was she so mad? he wondered. Tabby had just hug up the phone after telling Jeremy "He fucking raped me get up here and do something about it" and dialed hotel security. " You fucked the wrong girl Mr. Steve just got married an hour ago." Steve buttoned his shirt in slow motion as she dialed the police snarling under her breath. Jeremy burst into the room, socked Steve again in the face, and rushed up to Tabby holding her as she cried into his shoulder. "What the fuck, man?!" Jeremy demeaned. Steve stayed still on the floor. He had no instinct or ideas. " What happened?!" Tabby cried harder into his shoulder. "She was drunk..." Steve muttered. Tabby muffled a scream into Jeremy's shirt collar. "Dude, she's not like that..." Jeremy said. "Well, she was so pretty and..." Steve started, "...drunk...and...she fell asleep...and she...she's so pretty, you know, and touched her, she didn't resist..."Steve stammered. "Passed out people don't resist" Jeremy glowered "dude you just got married..." Jeremy said stoking tabby's hair and kissing her gently on the head and face. Her sobs subsided and hotel security entered the room... This is by no means over... ***please see my other stories under tabby jj kitty. i love your coments and emails! thank you ***