7 comments/ 83383 views/ 9 favorites My Best Friend's Wedding By: iwannaknockuup It was October of 2005. I had taken some vacation time to go to my best friend Carolyn's wedding. I had know her since Junior High school, and even ended up going to college together. After checking into the hotel that night, I was ready for a good nights sleep, but called Carolyn to let her know I was in town and couldn't wait to see her tomorrow. She was so excited that I was able to attend. She told me that after the wedding she wanted to talk for a while, as her husband was going to have to go to the airport and make the flight arrangements for the honeymoon the next day. The airport would be three hours away one way. I said I would be more than happy to stay an extra day to catch up on old times. Well, the next morning, I got up and dressed in my suit and went to the wedding. After the wedding and reception, I waited for Carolyn, she kissed her husband good bye and said she would see him in about six hours or so when he got back from the airport. She got into my car and we drove back to the hotel. We went inside, and I told her I was going to change out of this suite and into something more comfortable. I excused myself to the bathroom, and had stripped down to only my boxers, when she screamed. I jumped and ran out of the bathroom, and she said spider. I laughed, grabbed a tissue and killed it. She thanked me, and then said she wanted to tank me for being such a good friend all these years, and loaning her money, and never taking any repayment. I told her she was more than welcome, and started to walk back to the bathroom to finish getting dressed, when she came up to me through her arms around me and pushed me onto the bed. Before I could say anything she leaned over me and gave me a kiss. I couldn't believe what was happening. I think she knew I was stunned, because she smiled, and said she had been planning this for a while. The next thing I knew, she was pulling my boxers off, leaving me laying on the bed completely naked. I had always had a crush on her, but never thought she would have given me a second chance. I couldn't resist any longer, I grabbed her, pulled her close, and gave her a kiss, rolled over and stood up. I lifted her up, and pulled at her blouse, lifted it up over her head, and tossed it to the side. She quickly removed her bra while I unbuttoned her pants. After removing her pants, I swiftly removed her panties and laid her back onto the bed. I climbed back onto the bed, and told her how much I love her. She said she always knew. I asked about her husband, and she said she didn't care. She was a virgin, he didn't know that tough, and she wanted me to take it for being such a good friend. One more thing she said. I planned this wedding day around my cycle. I wanted to get pregnant on my honeymoon she said. As far as I am concerned she said this is my honeymoon. Carolyn sat up, and took off her wedding band and put it on the night stand. I looked at her and said once we start there is no going back. She stated she knew and this is what she wanted. With that I leaned her back and spread her legs. I leaned forward kissed her, sucked on her beautiful tits for a couple of minutes while fingering her getting her all nice and wet for me. When she was we enough for me, and stopped, got closer, and put the tip of my cock at the entrance of her virgin pussy. I started to push in, it was barely in when I me her resistance. Again I asked her if she was sure, she nodded, then grabbed my waist, and started pulling, and helped her and rammed through her barrier, taking her virginity. I started pumping faster and harder, it didn't take long before she came. I kept pumping hard and fast. I then stopped, and gave her one last chance to back out as I was about to come. Carolyn just looked up at me and said I want nothing more than to be pregnant with your child. With that I continued thrusting, and released me seed deep into her fertile womb. We got dressed, and one hour later, her husband came to pick her up. She told him she wanted a divorce, and was going to marry me instead. We got married the next day, and next month she informed me she was pregnant. That was five months ago, her belly is swelled up now with my child. we are expecting a two little girls. My Best Friend's Wedding A wedding is the ultimate sign of prosperity; the chance that human life can socially, and properly, embrace the chance of biological evolution. She thought as she remembered what the essay she read last week. But where am I? Kate pondered. I'm here reaching my 25th birthday, alone. Not one man, single or not, even bothers to glance my way. Not one. She snorted as they all enthralled around the blonde beauty on the center of the dance floor. Her hips moving perfectly at beat with the music; her figure, of course, is pleasing to the eye. She observed how the girl held them all in a trance. That's why they're all staring at her. She's tall and overly thin; the perfect description of a typical Hollywood model. She decided it was better to leave for some fresh air before she depressed herself enough to eat the entire buffet table. There was a small bridge in the garden that seemed far away enough from the party. Without a doubt she knew she needed a break from it all. Kate knew she looked good today; the rich violet color complimented her sun kissed skin well. The ruffled skirt was also respectable and reached almost to her knees. However, the top was strapless –which she made sure to shy off her cardigan once the reception started—and displayed the top of her breasts nicely. She styled her down with a few bangs to add a bit of mystery. And yet, glancing over the rails of the bridge she looked at her reflection and acknowledged that there wasn't much to disagree with. She knew she was considered beautiful, too. But my beauty is different, she grimaced. Kate was short and brunette; standing at a not-so-proud 5'-3." She thanked God everyday that her caramel eyes weren't too far apart, her lips were full, and her brown hair reflected streaks of gold like the sun. She looked downward, towards the curves of her chest, appreciating the fullness of her breasts. Her size reached a full C-cup. The banister covered her skinny, but fleshy, waist. Since adolescence she worked hard to burn the fat she labeled "the pouch" from her center, but it never fully went away. At least I was granted a nice bottom, she acknowledged, that pretty blonde doesn't have one of these! She realized as a small smirk crept to her lips. She gazed back to the pond, wondering where all the time had gone. It felt as if it were yesterday when they all graduated college and went their separate ways, though, she was ultimately proud of her friend's decision for a husband. Kate only felt left behind. Maybe if she hadn't gone to New York she would have met someone by now. There was no doubt Tom was a great guy. Deep down there was no doubt that her friends were true soul mates. Kate couldn't help but to sigh. She was the one who got them together their senior year of college. The reason her friend discovered she could be with Tom was because Kate made it possible. She loved them both. They were her backbone when she broke up with her boyfriend of three years. Her friends built her into the woman she is today: successful, powerful, and ambitious. But she never stopped giving. Her family helped Tom find a job in California after Catherine received a once in a lifetime job opportunity. She frowned at the memory when she broke the news about New York. They were all going to go together to California. Kate had other job offerings easily because of her 3.6 GPA and extracurricular activities, but Exsus Inc.—in New York—was a bigger company with less risk and a better paycheck. Being in finance was always her thing. She was always the business type of person and made the decision which would better her future. Glancing back to the reception tent, the wedding was something special. Catherine loved decorating, but Kate never fully understood the bride's talent until she walked under the reception tent. The center pieces were a collaboration of blue, white, and purple roses and carnations in a glittering silver vase. The woman had even laced lights through the flowers. She used a distressed silver table cloth, which reflected flower petals in the light. The chairs were adorned with alternating blue and purple seat covers with silver tie backs. She had even correctly chosen contemporary white squared tableware. Being a Financial Analyst doesn't seem to be the right job for her anymore, Kate pondered as she gazed past the perfect garden. The bridge overlooked a small pond with lily pads and koi, while the surrounding foliage was a collection of fountains and beautiful spring flowers. Butterflies and lady bugs migrated around the garden. Everything was, in a word, perfect. "What a perfect day for a wedding," Kate spun at the sound of the stranger's voice. At a glance she thought he was gorgeous. At 5'11" he held himself tall, his dark brown hair reflecting reds in the sunlight. She noticed thick muscles hidden well under his rolled up button-up shirt. He stared at her as she seemed too preoccupied absorbing his presence to answer. "I'm sorry, miss, let me introduce myself," He said in a British accent, "Name's Phillip." With a shake of her head, Kate seemed to come out of her trance. She even managed to respond coherently. "I'm Kate. Nice to meet you. Are you running for some fresh air, too? It is ridiculously warm in that tent." "Well, it was getting rather hot in there, but I saw you here and figured you might want some company. You don't have a date, I presume?" His blue eyes held her hazel ones with sheer innocence. "Um—no, actually. I flew in from New York just yesterday. I don't know anyone in the area." She smiled a bit at the idea of this man asking her about her date. Pfft! "You?" "I flew in from Southampton a few days ago with my brother. You see, the groom's brother was my flatmate when they went to uni a few years ago. We've been best friends ever since." "So you came here to enjoy an American wedding or to see if you can catch any American girls?"Kate held a mischievous look as she waited for his response. The comment was a hit or miss. That alone would say plenty about him. Fortunately, he laughed. So he's cute and has a sense of humor. Hmm...Interesting. It wasn't everyday there was a chance to meet a foreigner but weddings were always the crossroads of a lot of relationships. It always made people think about the future. It definitely made her think about it more than she wanted to. "I wouldn't have overlooked the opportunity. And now that I've met you, I think you can be my American girl for the evening." He winked and flashed a smile that made her knees weak. "That wouldn't be a problem now, would it?" "I don't see why not. But I'm a good girl. I don't sleep around." She stated in warning but kept a playful look to her eyes. When their eyes met, she noted his were a dark turquoise sea, darkening only as she bit out her last words. She didn't realize he sensed a challenge then. With a crooked smile, he pretended to sound offended. "That wasn't my intention, Miss Kate. Of course, if you were to offer, I would have to surely decline. I'm a good boy, you know?" She outright laughed at that. She caught a hint of playfulness in his gaze. "I like you, Mr.—er?" "Michaels. Phillip Michaels." He corrected. "Well, we should be getting back. They'll be cutting that cake soon. And if there is one thing you never want to miss, it's the cake when my friend is the wedding planner." She went to make her leave, when he caught her arm. She stared back up, and his eyes had darkened with lust, like a sea of deep blue waves in a storm. Her mouth fell into a perfect "O". "Why don't you be my date for the rest of the party, Kate?" "O-okay," She managed to mutter as he hooked her arm around his and led her back to the dance floor. Thankfully, they were cutting the cake soon. My Best Friend's Wedding Kate couldn't help but to feel a little empty. Soon her best friend was going to be quickly out of her reach. First a husband and next thing is children. And, Kate thought, all I have is my job. "What did you think of the reception, Kate?" Angela, Catherine's mother asked cheerfully. Her crow feet were slightly covered by foundation. She was already in her sixties, only a few years older than her mother, but she was a sweetheart. She has always been her second mom. "I can only say that Cathy should flat out quit her job and go work for HGTV." There was instantaneous laughter coming from the people around her. "Her decorating and planning skills are incredible." As she finished, she glanced down the table noticing Phillip's blue eyes were watching her like a hawk. She felt apprehensive but in a good way. She felt a little important. Would he even remember last night? Would he even remember her? She smiled at him watching as his features returned the favor. He definitely did. Her cheeks slightly flushed at the realization. "Oh, Kate, we saw you with that man yesterday. I didn't recognize him. Who is he? He seemed to be really into you." Being taken out of her trance, Kate answered quickly. "Apparently he was Gerry's roommate when he took that year to study abroad." Kate said before sipping her orange juice. "Well," John, Cathy's dad, chimed in, "He seems like a good man but you might have to run him by me. You know, you're like our other daughter." There was definitely laughter behind that. Kate rolled her eyes. "Are there any plans for today?" Kate bit a piece of toast. "Pool maybe?" "Yes, definitely! We can have the cabana boys bring us cold lemonade and cocktails. Or I can just add the vodka to my lemonade and make it a real party." Catherine's grandmother was enthusiastic. "Granny, there'll be no vodka today." Angela said to her mother sternly. "Remember what the doctor said." "Doctor, smocktor. If this old gal wants a drink, she'll be getting one. Anyway, it's my only grand baby's wedding. She would want me to have fun. " "She would also want you to live to speak of it." Angela muttered too low for the old, short woman to hear. "Kate, the pool sounds like a fantastic idea." She stood and looked toward the farther end of the table. "Everyone, if you're interested, we shall be going to the pool after breakfast to cool off and drink some lemonade. Join us if you wish." Phillip and Kate's eyes met at that moment. She couldn't help but to smile. "That sounds like a fantastic idea, Angela!" They all stood up and headed to their rooms to ready a few minutes later. My Best Friend's Wedding Kate sighed as she walked back towards her room. The hallway was solitary and too bright; however, the décor was just right with pale yellows and baby blues in the wallpaper. She walked briskly and anxiously down the hallway. She managed to avoid Phillip since the incident in the cabana. Just being around him made her belly warm and her pulse race. How could this man do this to her? Was it because she knew he wanted her, or was it because she felt the same way about him? Whatever it was, it needed to stop. She was a good girl. She didn't sleep around, ever. But Phillip was the perfect test for her morals. She knew, though, that one night with him wouldn't be enough for her, and she was sure he wouldn't want her for more than that. She walked rather quickly, not noting the door to her left opening. An olive skinned hand grabbed her arm and pulled her in. Kate squealed as the door shut behind her. Phillip held her against him. His dark hair was in disarray; his white button up shirt was un-tucked over his khaki slacks. He smelled of delicious cologne and man. Stop it and get it together. He just pulled you into his room! Her conscious told her. "Just like I told you at the party, Kate, I will make you mine before this holiday is over." She gasped as he pulled her tight to his chest and not letting a single hand sneak out this time. He knew he wanted her for more than just for a sexual adventure. Honestly, he saw her by his side for a very long time. Kate had what he wanted in a wife. However, the trick was getting her to stay with him. He didn't want her to go back to New York. He wanted her with him, preferably in moments like this, under him. He held her tight with one arm as he pushed back a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His hungry gaze met her eyes. She braced herself for the inevitable, "like I told you before, I don't hook up. Please, let me—" He crushed his lips on hers. This kiss was unrelenting, punishing. How could she let him suffer this way? She must see the same thing he saw; the raw current of electricity bared between them. He continued to hold her to him as she futilely fought back before giving in. He let his hand cup her bottom and pull her to him in determination—pulling her roughly to his hardness. He quickly pulled away from her beautiful mouth and buried his face in her neck. "Feel that?" He roughly whispered as she moaned. "This is for you. Only for you, Kate. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me." Kate found herself in a whirlwind of emotion. It wasn't everyday that she found herself madly attracted to a man and find that he is determined to have her. She lusted after him and was definitely aware that he lusted after her. But was there even a point in fighting anymore? She was on the pill. She should be okay. What about her morals? Where did this leave her? Screw the morals. If he stays, good. If he leaves, there will always be New York, her consciousness rationalized. "I—I do. I want you, Phil." Phillip froze for a moment before turning her around to press his erection against her bottom. He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck upwards until he was able to nibble on her ear lobe. "Know I intend to have you right here...right now." He blew on the wet spot on her skin. His hand came up her belly, ruffling the material of her blue sun dress and reached her left breast. He squeezed gently as guttural moans emanated from her throat in approval. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you." His hand pulled the strap over her shoulder. He kissed her cheek as his hand snuck under her dress and bra to cup her bare breast. She wrapped her hand around his arm holding her waist and turned her head to meet his lips in a ferocious kiss. He felt her nipple harden under his palm and he moaned into her mouth. There were no words left to describe what she felt like to him. He was lost. He let his tongue sneak into her warm mouth as her tongue met his in a relentless, exotic dance. There was no getting enough of her taste. Instinct told him to pry the dress off her. He released her and watched as she naturally turned to him. Their lips never separated as she­ brought her hands down and began working on his button and fly. His brave little lady cupped his hardness with her small hands. She moaned loud enough for him to hear, teasing him, making him want to sheath himself into her warmth and not waste time. His hands went to the side of her dress where the zipper was and he pulled it down effortlessly. Naturally, his hand touched her soft waist, relishing the feeling of her warm skin. Phillip pulled her straps down, taking the dress with it. Her black strapless bra suddenly appeared. Her mounds seem to be dying to climb out of their restraints. His eyes peered down, taking the sight before him before he pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the mattress. His lips suddenly left hers; she whimpered as her eyes sent the exact message his were sending: pure irrevocable lust. He understood she wanted this. Honestly, he had never felt more one with a person than with her. In their short acquaintance, he learned who she was: a powerful, strong young woman. But she was lonely. Immediately, he wanted to remedy that. He knew he would. Coming out of his momentary trance, he couldn't help but to stare at her with the most ferocious predatory glare he could muster. But Kate didn't even flinch. She relished him instead. As she stared at him awhile, he managed to kick off his shoes and shirt, leaving his strong chest exposed to her. A small patch of dark hair ran over his chest and down towards his belly button. He knew he didn't own a six pack, but his stomach was flat and strong. Kate licked her lips as she kicked off her sandals. "Don't touch anything else yet, dear. Let me do it. Let me run my hands all over you." He said as he approached her again, dropped his hands over her two pert breasts and pulled down her bra cups to reveal two pillowy soft mounds with perk pink nipples. Kate's eyes met his with certainty. She could clearly see his mouth water for her. "I want you. I want to keep you all to myself." His husky deep voice murmured as he bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. Kate's head tossed back. The pressure of his attentions turned into a delicious treat. He brought his other hand up to caress her breast while he lavished on the other. "Oh," she moaned, "that feels nice." She cradled his head to her chest brushing his hair with her fingers as he aroused her. He felt one with this man. She felt like she never needed to leave. Phillip trailed his fingertips down her middle. She shivered in anticipation as he dropped to his knees and trailed his tongue where his fingers were. His hands settled on the remains of her dress and tugged it down past the swell of her hips. Soon the garment was a heap at her feet. She took the opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. It met her dress on the ground. All that remained were her black lace panties. Kate looked down as Phillip's turquoise eyes met hers with passion. He was there, on his knees before her, his hands wrapped around her waist. He placed a light kiss on her belly button. With a teasing smile, he was soon kissing the fabric covering her delicate flesh. Phil looked up quickly, noting her head was thrown back and her nipples were as hard as they could possibly be. "Sit on the bed, Kate." He commanded as he released her. She easily complied, watching him, her hazel eyes turned into light chocolate pools of lust. He stood and finished undressing while she watched him. It wasn't something he was used to. Normally, the females which he had were to the point. They never really wanted anything else from him other than a few dates and passionate sex. No one ever wanted to keep him. He finished bringing down his underwear, exposing his male flesh to her. He heard her gasp, her fingers tracing her wet lips. He looked at her and chuckled, "your turn." She smiled and stood swiftly, bringing her panties down to pool by her feet. He gazed at her, watching how she kept herself perfectly shaved while he only trimmed. Involuntarily, his hand reached out to her. She reached for him, too. The moment their hands touched, he pulled her to him and lifted her into his arms. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed her on the soft bed planting kisses to every inch of her body. "This is the final chance," He said with a heavy breath. She looked suddenly perplexed. "This is your last chance of saying no. I want you to understand that this only happens if you want it to. If not, we stop now. It would be like nothing ever happened tonight." He captured her look with sincerity. He wanted her to yield to him, to submit to their passions. Was he insane? He isn't going to leave me like this! Of course she wanted him. "Don't you dare stop," she said with a smile and reached up to him. He brought himself on top of her, their lips automatically meeting as he let her feel his weight on top of her. Her thighs automatically parted to allow him to settle between them. He heard her sigh as she kissed his forehead. They kissed again before he worked his way down to her breasts. He massaged her, pinching her nipples, teasing them to strong points. Kate was in a whirlwind of sensations. She knew she had not been this aroused for a very long time. Most of the men whom she had been with were always very quick and to the point. Few would wait until she came. Some would quickly finish and roll off her. I hope he's not the same. I don't think he will be. No one has ever played with my breasts this way. She moaned louder as he kissed his way down her belly. His fingers were trailing down, over her breasts, her belly, and her hips. "No, keep your legs open," He pushed her legs further apart with his hands. He brought a finger up to her wetness. "So moist... You're ready so soon." A finger disappeared into her sheath. Her back suddenly arched, her moans echoed throughout the room. He chuckled, "Yeah, too ready."He brought himself back up and lustily kissed her lips. One of his hands went down to guide his member to her entrance. "Kate, look at me." Her gaze met his has he placed his head inside and plunged forward. Her back arched as they moaned together. She kissed him again, her tongue dancing with his once more as he began to thrust into her warmth. Slowly at first. He knew he wanted to last long; he wanted to cherish every moment he had with her. He propped himself on one elbow as he used his other hand to play with her right nipple. Kate's eyes were hooded; her arms were about his neck and her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Her moans followed every thrust. "Uh... Phil.... Phil, make me...uh... yours." "Be careful with what you wish for, dear. If you want to be mine, you'll have to be with me more than once, more than just tonight." He plunged deep within her once more before mustering all his strength. Lifting her off the bed, he stalked towards the wall next to the TV set and pushed her against it. Here he held no mercy. Exercising his arms multiple times a week gave him strength; he held her with ease as he plummeted inside her over and over again. Kate dug her face into his neck and bit down hard. She began to suck on the small area of skin, making sure he wore her mark the following morning. The friction between their bodies made her nails dig into his shoulders. Phillip wanted to be wearing her lust marks on his body as much as he wanted her limping tomorrow morning from their night of passion. His tempo slowed down. He pulled her off his member and made her stand before him. She looked up wondering if that was it. Before her wave of disappointment came, he grabbed her arm and bent her over bed. Without warning, he thrust himself back inside her. Her yelp of pleasure could possibly be heard by the neighbors, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was in the process of marking what was rightfully his. The slapping of their skins served to sound the room. A fist full of fabric was all she had to hold on to. Her nipples brushed the duvet with every thrust. Suddenly, he raised his hand, lightly spanking her right ass cheek. "Decide what you want, Kate," he grunted. "Tell me you want to be mine. Stay by my side." Kate's mind tried to wrap around the thought of having this hot Englishman by her side taking care of her and pleasuring her whenever she wanted. He already told her he was most likely transferring his job to the States. Even if she said no now, he was still planning on hunting her down either way. Her hand snuck down to her clitoris, circling it quickly as she thought of his pursuit: a man who would take charge and really claim what he wanted. The thought and the continuous simulation of his body inside of hers threw her over and she came with full force. Her screams could be heard clearly in the hallway and probably by any adjacent rooms. Phil dug his fingers into her flesh as he began thrusting faster into her with the mere thought of others knowing of their coupling. "Kate," he grunted and he pulled his penis out of her. He flipped her recovering body on to her back and thrust back inside her. "I want to see your face when I release my seed inside you." He began to thrust even faster, his forehead forming a line of sweat as he wrapped his hands around her legs and pulled her closer to him. "Accept it, Kate. You know our bargain. Now or later, I'll have you belonging to me. Tell me." "Now! Now! Oh...Phillip...claim me! Finish inside me!" With her last words, his face grimaced as he ruptured inside her. She felt as his seed invaded her warmth; his fingers dug into her thighs. Suddenly, the thought of being with this man couldn't feel more like destiny. Panting, he fell on top of her, kissing her lips as his limp member slipped out of her. Smiling, he said "Give me ten minutes. We're not done yet." And he kissed her again as he pulled her to him to cuddle. "I'm coming to the States. I will be there in New York with you. I'll be there no matter what it takes." She merely nodded and kissed his lips. She wouldn't have it any other way. Epilogue: Two years later: It was a big day, the day many have been waiting for. She looked at herself in the mirror; her white mermaid gown sparkled in the light, a veil fell to the back of her knees. There was no doubt that her mind was tormented by the event to occur in the next ten minutes. She was getting married. And not just to anyone, but to Phil, the one man that she loved more than her own life. He was her support system, her best friend and lover. Kate couldn't help to feel jittery as her mother and sister helped arrange the last details of her gown and hair. "You look beautiful," her mother commented as Kate glanced in the mirror. Phil was going to get a surprise alright. Suddenly, her father opened the door. "Kate, it's time." "Okay," she gulped. "Is it normal to feel sick?" "Yes, it's just nerves. You'll be fine." Her sister chimed in. They all walked out towards the huge wooden door. Two guardsmen were ready to open the doors. Her mother and sister went in first to do down the aisle, and as the music continued, her father leaned in, "Okay, Kate, this is our cue. Remember, if he does anything to upset you, just come to me. I'll scare him off with my shotgun." "Um...thanks, dad." She held her breath as her father and she approached the doors and saw the crowd stand to welcome her. But her gaze wondered through the faces of the invitees before searching for the one person she needed. Once they began walking, she saw Phil waiting for her at the end of the aisle. And when their eyes met, all doubts and nerves suddenly disappeared. The End.