8 comments/ 43866 views/ 3 favorites The Right Groom By: rachlou Jenny stood on the balcony of her hotel room, pensively gazing out across the beautiful gardens. The sun was already high in the sky and it looked it was going to be another scorching June day. In the distance a large white marquee stood erect, the centre of a hive of activity, with catering staff beetling about carrying trays of glasses and crates of expensive wine. All for her, she thought sadly. Pulling her robe tightly around her shoulders, she stepped back inside the room to answer the faint knock on the door. It was Cheryl the hairdresser, come to style her hair. "Now then pet, are you all excited?" she prattled on cheerfully as she unloaded her various tools of the trade. "Linda will be along in a mo to do your make-up. Golly it's busy down there lovey!" she marvelled. "The village hasn't seen an event like this for a few years and everyone is talking about it. Mrs Collins reckons she had some of them paparazzi outside the shop this morning! Poor buggers, bet she sent them off with a flea in their ear!!" Cheryl sat Jenny down on the upholstered chair in front of the mirror and began to remove the rollers she had placed in her hair earlier that morning. Jenny stared unseeing at her reflection and wondered how on earth she had found herself at this point - the morning of her impending marriage to a well-known pop star, ten years her senior. She imagined most girls would be in seventh heaven about now - a couple of months ago she too had believed that it was everything she'd ever dreamed about. It had only taken a single text message to burst her bubble of hard won happiness. Why r u marrying him? The single message had arrived like a poison dart, guaranteed to inflict maximum damage. Three days ago she had been making her way through the night club, heading for the toilets with a silly smile on her face, feeling very drunk but happy – as most brides-to-be would be on their hen night. It was a miracle she had even heard her phone with the DJ playing his tunes at levels loud enough to make her ears bleed. She had blearily pulled the small flip phone from her sparkly bag and read the message as she fell into an empty cubicle, kicking the door shut with her stiletto shoe. As soon as she saw the sender's number, her world crashed down like a house of cards. It had been a long time since she'd heard from him, but his number was etched onto her memory in blood. How could he do this to her now? He was her past, not her future - and now he had ruined everything... * * * Liam had been her one and only true love until that fateful Friday night in the pub, three years ago. They had both been drinking heavily and had fallen out over a silly little thing. So silly, she couldn't even remember what it was now. The upshot of it was they'd had a huge row and he had stormed out of her life forever – or so it seemed at the time. "FUCK OFF AND DON'T COME BACK!" she'd screamed at him as he stormed off down the road in a temper. Angrily she'd slammed the door and collapsed on the cold tiled floor of their flat in a miserable heap, black streaks of mascara leaving sooty slug trails down her cheeks. The next morning, Jenny awoke with an almighty hangover. The events of the previous evening flooded back into her consciousness with the impact of a ten tonne truck and she buried her aching head under the pillow. They were supposed to be going out for dinner with her parents that night, but unless they patched things up pretty sharp it looked like she would be going alone. She lay groaning in her bed, wishing she were dead. Being dead had to be better than feeling like this, she thought miserably. Liam didn't ring her all day and she refused point blank to ring him. Why should she apologise? It hadn't been her fault they had fallen out; in fact she wasn't sure whose fault it was, but she was damned if she was going to be the first one to give in. She and her foolish pride; it was a decision she lived to regret. Two weeks passed slowly by and they both stubbornly refused to back down and take any blame for the fateful argument. It was a Thursday night when Jenny walked into the village pub with Carrie and Sue, her best friends. When she saw Liam her heart leapt in joy. She had missed him so much and now he was here, maybe she could make up with him without losing too much face. She was just about to saunter over casually when she saw Polly Maguire sidle up and put her arms around his neck, locking lips with him in a highly suggestive way. Liam pulled away with a smile, his hand resting lightly on her pert backside as he said something to her. Whatever it was Liam said, Polly giggled coquettishly in response. Jenny froze to the spot as she observed the humiliating spectacle of her so-called boyfriend in a not so innocent clinch with the local trollop. Her blood boiled in fury and the red mist of rage descended. All it took was a pint over Liam's head followed by a neat left hook to make sure she was thrown out of the pub and barred for life. She was extremely lucky that the police weren't called, although at the time she hadn't honestly cared. Later on, when she had calmed down a little, she bitterly regretted what she'd done - but she could see no way out of the hole she'd dug. It turned out that Polly was just being her usual self and Liam had been entirely innocent. She felt very ashamed with herself when she found this out from a friend. She knew she ought to apologise, but then she would have to admit that she had been wrong; and she just couldn't do it. All her life she had stubbornly refused to back down on anything. She found it nigh on impossible to admit she was in the wrong - even though there were times she knew damn well she was. Her sister frequently told her she was a spoilt bitch and deep down Jenny was aware Kim was right. It just wasn't in her to admit it. This time it backfired on her. It was Mrs Collins in the shop who dropped the bombshell. Jenny had wandered in to buy a lottery scratch card, only to be inevitably dragged into the village gossip mill by the nosey old bag. "Ooh have you heard the news?" Mrs Collins sucked on her dentures noisily and continued on heedlessly, not really caring whether Jenny wanted to know or not. "That Liam O'Leary has upped and left. His Mum came in this morning and told me he's gone off to Timbuktu, or some such place. Can you believe it?" Jenny turned a whiter shade of pale and dropped her purse, money spewing out all over the grubby linoleum floor. Trembling slightly, she stooped to collect the coins that had scattered everywhere like confetti while Mrs Collins waffled away happily, "His Mum says he's gone to work with some poor kiddie's charity for a year. Bless the lad eh? Marjorie was right upset like, especially as it came all out of the blue. He only told her a few days ago..." Mrs Collins clucked away like an old hen, pondering sympathetically how upset Liam's Mum had been. Her and me both, thought Jenny in bleak desolation. Liam had mentioned his plan to go travelling months ago, but when she had kicked off about the idea of him buggering off for a year and leaving her at home, he had subsequently shut up about it. She slid her fingers under the fridge to retrieve a pound coin. It was all sticky so she put it on the counter in payment for her scratch card. That'll teach the old bag to go upsetting me with crap news like that, she thought evilly. "Anyway, I thought you two were an item?" Mrs Collins said, finally noticing Jenny's unhappy expression. "We were. Obviously Liam had other plans," she replied savagely. "One Gold-Mine scratch card please." Mrs Collins looked at Jenny closely before deciding that it would be wiser not to pursue the subject. She gave her a scratch card and picked up the proffered coin from the counter, grimacing in disgust when it stuck to her hand. Jenny stalked out of the shop without bothering to say "thanks" and headed for the bench by the duck pond. Never had she felt as fucking miserable as she did at that moment. Up until this point, she had successfully managed to convince herself that Liam would soon be round to apologise for all the silly misunderstandings - but he hadn't. Oh no, it turned out he was far too busy booking air tickets to Outer Mongolia and planning his trip of a lifetime. The bastard! Tears of self pity and anger began to fall unheeded as she rubbed at the silver panel on the scratch card. Three £100 symbols were quickly revealed. Oh great, she thought listlessly – that'll keep me in vodka for the next few days... Days merged into weeks and then finally months. Liam was an ever-present fixture in her mind, but as time passed the pain reduced in intensity. By the time she bumped into Dan Harlequin, (quite literally), she was much more herself again. * * * The Ferrari was hurtling around the lane at a break neck speed and it was a miracle that neither of them was killed when Jenny collided with it. Luckily her ancient Fiat spun off into a field without hitting any immovable objects, but Dan's Ferrari looked a little worse for wear after the impact. Jenny managed to extricate herself from the vehicle formerly known as her car and shaking herself down, she realised to her relief that she had no major injuries. Grabbing her bag from the front seat, she headed over to the pillock in the other car to give him a piece of her mind. "You fucking moron!" she yelled at the blonde bloke climbing out of the purple car, rubbing his head. "This is a narrow country lane, not the Monte Carlo Grand Prix! Did you take a wrong turn at Saint Tropez, dipshit?" When the blonde man turned round to face her, blood trickling down his cheek from a small gash on his forehead, she immediately wished the tarmac would swallow her up. The infamous face of Dan Harlequin had featured on the cover of most magazines and newspapers across the world at one time or another. The man was a legend in his own lifetime and she had just given him a right royal bollocking. Oh shoot me now, she thought in horrified dismay. Dan looked blurrily at the fiery red head spitting vitriol at him and wobbled a little. Jenny pulled herself together and immediately rushed over to take his arm. "Hey I'm sorry," she apologised for an unprecedented first time in her life. "I didn't realise you were hurt. Sit down over here and I'll call an ambulance." "NO!" he hissed urgently. "Christ, half of Fleet Street will descend on me if you do that. Call my manager and he'll sort this mess out." He collapsed on the grassy bank and pulled a mobile from his pocket. "Here," he said wearily, "scroll down the menu and find the number for Mal, he'll deal with everything." Jenny took the phone and eventually found the phonebook in its menu. She went carefully through the list of names and tried very hard to ignore all the famous people listed on it. Eventually she found Mal and dialled his number. A very camp bloke answered and uttered a huge long list of expletives when Jenny explained what had just occurred and who she was. "It wasn't my fault!" she muttered in annoyance, closing the phone and passing it back to Dan. "He wasn't pleased eh?" Dan managed a week smile. "Hey don't worry about it - he's a pussy cat really. How long is he gonna be?" "Erm he said someone will be along in half an hour or so. I think we better move the car out of the way before anyone else hits it. Can you help me push it?" Jenny asked hesitantly. Frankly looking at him, she didn't think he was capable of pushing a pen at the moment. The gash on his head was still bleeding and he looked extremely pale beneath his tan. She just hoped he didn't have concussion or anything. "I'll try," Dan said, pulling himself to his feet. "Look I'm really sorry about this - and your car. I'll pay for the damage I promise. It was my fault I know – I was in a rush as usual. Well I'm not gonna get there now am I!" He grinned at her engagingly and Jenny melted into a little puddle at the pure sexiness of the man. His pictures hadn't done him justice at all, he was lust personified and she was a little smitten already. They managed to push the damaged car into the verge and out of the way of oncoming traffic. Not that it was a busy lane or anything; the chances of any more cars flying around it were pretty low. Quite how Dan Harlequin came to be driving round here was anybody's guess. She just had to ask... "I was on my way to a garden party at Carlton Manor. Looks like I will be a little late..." he said ruefully as they sat companionably on the grassy verge. "Oh very nice..." Jenny grinned. "Sadly my life isn't that exciting – I was on my way to the supermarket to do a shop! Don't suppose you do mundane things like that, do you?" Dan laughed self deprecatingly. "Erm no, I get mobbed if I go out so I have to be careful." Jenny sat there beside him trying not to grin like a star-struck lunatic. His band, Vendetta, had an album in the top ten chart and they had just completed a sell out tour of Europe. This man was seriously famous and she was sat talking to him. It felt unreal and she couldn't quite believe he was being so nice and normal. Like most people, she had the view that celebrities were probably stuck up and arrogant. Dan Harlequin was the most down to earth bloke she'd met in a long time. He was a pleasure to talk to and she felt all her shyness evaporating as they chatted away easily. By the time the huge 4x4 turned up and several large blokes jumped out, they had quite a rapport going on. Dan insisted they drop her off at home and promised she would hear from his manager about her damaged car. By that time, Jenny had completely forgotten about her old Fiat. She wandered dreamily back inside her ordinary little house feeling like she'd won the lottery. The trouble was nobody believed her when she recounted her story down the pub that evening. They laughed heartily and accused her of having an overactive imagination. "Yeah right!" snorted Mo, "Pull the other one it's got bells on it!" Jenny went into a massive huff and sulked for the rest of the evening while the rest of her so-called friends sniggered into their pints of beer. When the brand new Fiat was delivered to her house a couple of days later, (along with the world's biggest bouquet of roses), everybody soon had to swallow their words. Jenny was gob-smacked to see her sleek new car. It was a million times better than the old one that had been towed to the local garage. Dan followed up his generosity with a phone call inviting her to dinner at the end of the week. Still reeling from the car and the flowers, she accepted immediately. It was only when she saw her face plastered all over the tabloids one Sunday morning that the cold harsh reality of dating a celebrity finally sank in. "LOVE IN THE STICKS!" screamed the Sunday Sport headline. The story featured some less than flattering pictures of her and Dan leaving a restaurant, followed by a short column about Dan's alleged country bumpkin girlfriend from the back of beyond. Jenny was mortified. The paper managed to imply that she was nothing more than a dumb bimbo who must have struck it lucky to end up with the world's most famous singer. Jenny cried into her cornflakes in humiliation. She just wasn't cut out for the celebrity life style at all... Unfortunately it got a whole lot worse within hours. Her Mum opened the front door to be hit with the camera flashes of a pack of Paparazzi. She was less than amused. Eventually her sister fought her way through the melee to the house and collapsed with a sigh onto the kitchen armchair. "Jeeze Jenny!" she laughed. "You don't do things by halves do ya!" Jenny prickled in righteous indignation, "I didn't ask for all this!" she yelled angrily. "All I did was go out a few times with a nice bloke. I can't help it if he's the most famous man on the fucking planet!" She stormed over to the sink and dropped her bowl into the slimy grey water. FLASH! A photographer leapt out from behind the hedge and Jenny screamed loudly in shock. Pulling the blind down fast and plunging the kitchen into gloom, she ran upstairs sobbing. Her bedroom was still full of her old toys and books as her Mum hadn't got around to clearing them away. When Jenny moved back in after Liam left, she had found them strangely comforting. She picked up tatty white rabbit and lay on her bed miserably, cuddling the old threadbare toy to her chest. She missed Liam. There was a snapshot of them together still pinned to the wall above her mirror. She had nearly thrown it away when she moved back, but something had stopped her. Now she was glad she had kept it. They had been so happy when it was taken. One of their friends had snapped it a couple of winters ago; the day had been freezing and Jenny's nose was pink beneath her fluffy hat. Liam had his arms round her and they were both laughing at some long forgotten joke. God it seemed another lifetime ago. They had snuck off after that photo had been taken, ending up back at Liam's flat. Freezing hands had soon warmed up on hot skin although Jenny had yelled vociferously when he'd slipped his icy hand down into her knickers. They had barely managed to remove half of their thick winter layers before he was inside her, sliding his hard cock within her tight sheath. She recalled with a faint smile how the prickly texture of the old sofa had left a nasty red mark on her back, although she hadn't cared at the time. Liam had grabbed her breasts under her jumper and pinched her nipples, twisting them as he thrust into her. She had soon cum hard, her pussy rippling pleasurably around him until he exploded into her wetly. Afterwards, they had lain together in a hot steamy bath making plans for their future together. A girl and a boy they'd agreed on – but not until they were a little older. Liam had told her about his desire to travel – he wanted to see the world, just like his elder brother had done. He had wrapped his arms around her, stroking her breasts in the warm, soapy water as he described his planned journey and all the places he wanted to see. Jenny had listened silently, her heart breaking a little at the thought of him leaving her behind. He promised it would only be a few months, but she wasn't convinced. It was the first wedge between them and as time passed, she became increasingly insecure about their relationship. He knew she didn't want to travel and leave her family for months. It became a stalemate situation, one that caused frequent arguments. She sighed and shut her eyes in despair. Why did he have to go like that? They could have sorted it out somehow. She and her stupid pride had fucked up as always... Downstairs her Mum and sister were forced to unplug the telephone after it continued to ring off the hook with journalists wanting to know if she'd give an interview. * * * Life as Dan Harlequin's girlfriend was certainly never boring. After the rude introduction to the world of celeb's and tabloid journalism, Jenny quickly became used to the attention of the media. Quite why they were interested in her never failed to amaze her, but she supposed it came with the territory. Whenever she went out with Dan to film premiers and parties and flashy nightclubs, the world and his sister seemed to want to know about it. Within six months, she had appeared countless times in the tabloids and magazines. Various ex boyfriends had soon come forward with spurious kiss and tell exclusives about their alleged threesomes with Jenny, much to the embarrassment of Jenny and amusement of her friends. Fortunately everyone knew her well enough to giggle and ignore it. There had been many raised eyebrows from Mrs Collins down in he village shop though; she obviously believed all of the scandalous stories. The Right Groom All this time, Dan was the perfect gentleman. She repeatedly asked him what he saw in her when he could have had any girl he wanted. He told her it was her normality he liked more than anything. That and the way she didn't take any shit from him - unlike most of his sycophantic entourage. This was true of course, she said it how she saw it and didn't suck up to him. She observed how women repeatedly threw themselves at him whenever they were out, and it usually made her laugh. She could see he only had eyes for her and never once did she worry that he would dump her for some page 3 model. After the first couple of dates, she wasn't even dazzled by his star status. He met her family and they welcomed him with open arms. Kim in particular was very friendly towards him. Jenny had accused her of having a crush, but she'd strenuously denied it. She had smiled mischievously and replied that she didn't do sloppy seconds thank you very much. They got along well enough, but rather disconcertingly he hadn't tried once to get her into bed. Jenny in her forthright way had eventually asked him why not, over dinner one night. "So tell me, do you fancy me or what?" she said over a candlelit table, interrupting his story about the recent tour. "Of course I do Jenny... I just respect you far too much to take advantage of you." Dan had smiled into her eyes and Jenny melted a little. She lifted her glass of champagne and drank a large gulp. Something hard banged against her front tooth and she almost choked in surprise "What the fuck?" she gasped as she saw what was in the glass – a diamond ring with a stone the size of a duck egg. "Darling Jenny, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Dan had dropped down on one knee next to her chair and was staring earnestly up at her. Jenny was shocked. The restaurant was very discrete, but still all the other diners were staring at them expectantly. This was the most important decision of her life. If she said yes, her family would be delighted, they would be financially secure for life and her Nana would have something to tell all the old biddies down at the nursing home. Most importantly, Liam might hear about it in the back of beyond or wherever he was - and hopefully realise what he'd lost. She could finally have the wedding of her dreams complete with white meringue dress and cute little bridesmaids. For some reason, love failed to enter into the decision making process at all. "Yes I will," she smiled radiantly, blushing pinkly as all the people nearby stared. The whole restaurant broke out in a cheer as the happy couple embraced. The news made all the tabloids the next day. Jenny was soon on board the roller coaster ride of wedding preparations. Luckily Dan was paying for it all as her parents weren't exactly well off. 'Brides' became the magazine of choice and Mrs Collins down the shop suddenly couldn't do enough for her. She tried to keep the planned nuptials fairly low key and insisted early on that they be married in a civil ceremony at the Middlethorpe Manor Hotel nearby. Dan reluctantly agreed despite the security headaches this would cause. Jenny didn't care - it wasn't her problem. She just wanted her family and friends to be there and she certainly didn't want it to turn into a media circus. * * * Cheryl teased her hair into sensual ringlets and sprayed some serum onto it. The mirror assured her she looked like a pre-Raphaelite goddess although Jenny wasn't feeling very goddess like inside. She managed to paste a happy expression on her face as she listened to Cheryl's inane chatter. Eventually the hair styling was finished and the woman beamed encouragingly. "There, there, you look a million dollars pet!" she said. "Bloody London hairdressers can't beat me you know!" Jenny had to agree with her. She had made a shaggy unruly mess look like a perfectly coiffed mane fit for a super model, and for a brief minute a sliver of excitement snaked through her veins; then her phone blipped and her stomach flipped nervously. She resolutely ignored her phone and allowed Linda to apply some more face powder on to her already porcelain cheeks. Between the pair of them, she looked amazing. Her red tresses hung in smooth coils, tiny silver bells woven into the strands. Her eyes were dark and smoky, her lips ruby red. A gorgeous stranger stared back at her from the mirror and it was highly disconcerting. "Right then, we'll be off and leave you to it for a bit. Happen you'll want a bit of time before the do," said Cheryl with a knowing glance. She and Linda gathered their stuff together and they quietly left. Jenny waited until the door had shut before she jumped up and grabbed her phone. Congratulations! You have 500 free texts this month! the message said. She nearly wept in disappointment when she realised it was rubbish. Tossing the offending phone to the floor, she walked over to the open patio door and watched all the frenetic activity outside. She wondered if anyone would notice if she threw herself off the balcony and onto the stone flags below. Probably not – they were all far too busy. Blip, blip. Her phone announced another text message. Sighing crossly, she strode back across the room and picked it up. It wasn't her network provider this time... Am downstairs - wot room u in? Jenny shook a little as she typed in a reply, room 342. Two minutes later, there was a faint knock at the door. Liam hadn't changed much since she'd last seen him – same crooked smile, messy hair; just a little heavier and tanned looking. Her heart melted at the sight of him and she threw herself into his arms. He felt hard and lean, not soft like he used to be, and her body sang out joyfully at the contact. "Wow!" he whistled as he stepped back to look appreciatively at her. "You look amazing Jenny!" "I'm so sorry for everything..." she sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears. Luckily the mascara was Clinique and guaranteed to withstand even tropical rain storms. "I'm sorry too, sorry for just leaving the way I did – it was stupid I know and I have spent an awful long time regretting it believe me." Liam cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes deeply. "Can you ever forgive me?" he asked earnestly. "Of course I forgive you – it is me who should be asking YOUR forgiveness!" she wiped her nose on the back of her hand and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry I hit you that night in the pub..." Liam grinned ruefully and rubbed his chin. "You have one helluva punch you know!! I thought you'd broken my jaw..." Jenny giggled despite herself. "Yeah sorry about that – I just saw red when the bitch was all over you like a nasty disease." "Did you honestly think I would be jumping into bed with the first floozy who chatted me up?" he said incredulously. Jenny gazed at the thick cream carpet feeling very ashamed. She should have known he wouldn't have bothered with a hussy like Polly Maguire – he wasn't that stupid. Oh God... it was just too late now. She was getting married in less than two hours and any minute now, her Mum and Kim would be banging on the door to help her get dressed. Liam pulled her close and she listened to the beat of his heart with a sense of doom. How on earth could she extricate herself from this mess? As much as she liked Dan, she wasn't in love with him and never had been. Somehow she'd been swept along on a wave of glitz and glamour, but it was all too unreal and not really what she wanted. What she needed was the man stood here holding her tightly, like he was never going to let her go again. "What are we going to do Jen?" he asked, his voice muffled by her hair. "I texted you from the airport you know. I only found out about the wedding by accident – I saw an article in a magazine left on a train, when I was travelling to Kuala Lumpar in Malaysia. I couldn't quite believe it that you were getting married to Dan Harlequin, so I rang Mum at the first opportunity and she filled in with the details. Just tell me one thing – do you love him?" "No..." Jenny said in a small voice. She realised at that pivotal moment, she'd never really thought of Dan as anything other than a friend. They got along great and he made her laugh, but there had been no real chemistry. All the fame and attention had only served to disguise the truth – she didn't love him because she still loved Liam. But it wasn't Liam she was supposed to be marrying - it was Dan. Unfortunately half the world's press were waiting outside to take beautiful pictures of the happy couple and write dazzling accounts of the lavish ceremony. Oh fuck. "Then you can't marry him can you?" Liam stated firmly. He smothered any further protestations with a kiss and she melted like ice cream in the hot sun. Her scarlet lipstick smeared all over her lips as his tongue pushed inside her mouth and her breasts were crushed against the solid wall of his chest. She could feel his hard cock bulging through his jeans and her pussy welled up with anticipatory moisture. The slow heat of arousal swept outwards from her sex and heated her body in delicious incendiary waves. Her thin silk robe began to slip off of her shoulders, partially revealing the cream basque that pushed her breasts upwards into an enticing shelf of luscious flesh. She had dressed in the best lingerie Agent Provocateur could provide, in anticipation of her wedding night. She knew she looked hot, but unfortunately it wasn't Dan who was benefiting. Liam's probing hands reached down to clasp her bottom cheeks and she groaned loudly as she felt his cock throbbing against her belly. "Oh God, I shouldn't be doing this..." she gasped as he pushed the robe to the floor in a pile of violet silk. "God ain't listening Jen..." Liam muttered as he kissed a scorching trail of fire down her neck and into her cleavage. "Shit I can't believe how good you look! Would you have dressed like this for OUR wedding?" he asked, admiring the delicate ribbons of the complicated corset, whilst slowly and deliberately undoing them. "No, we planned a beach wedding remember?" she reminded him, "I figured a bikini was all I needed for that!" Finally the silky ribbons released and the basque opened up sliding down a little to reveal her breasts, nipples hard and erect. Liam encircled them with his wet tongue, teasingly flicking across the taut buds and making her writhe against him. He cupped her mounds, pushing them together so he could lick both nipples simultaneously. "Well I love this outfit – especially the stockings!" Regretfully pulling his mouth away from her cleavage, he fell to his knees to worship at her feet. Jenny couldn't quite believe how she was stood; half naked, her ex lover between her legs and with less than two hours to her wedding. The trouble was there was nothing on earth that was going to make her move. Liam slowly pushed his hands up her inner thighs, following the path with his mouth, leaving light butterfly kisses on her soft skin. Jenny's legs began to wobble and she grabbed his head to balance herself before she fell over. His fingers brushed past the top of her stockings and over the damp crotch of her thong. The touch was so fleeting; it felt like a feather had brushed her. Her pussy quivered lightly and trembled as he kissed the skin at the top of her inner thigh. She could feel his breath and held her own in anticipation of his next movement. "I have missed you so much Jen," he whispered. "There's been nobody else since you." "Really?" she asked in disbelief. "Well there was that goat herder in Nepal, but she didn't count – she was of indeterminate sex..." Liam began to laugh as the outrage crossed Jenny's face before she belatedly realised he was joking. She was about to slap him, but he slid a finger under the fabric of her thong and she immediately lost all coherent thought. A gentle teasing across the wet folds of her sex had her gasping within moments. When he pushed a finger up inside her she moaned loudly. It felt wonderful - but it wasn't enough. Her sex throbbed and the creamy juices continued to seep from her pussy, lubricating his fingers as he brushed back over the hard nub of her clit. Her thong was pulled down her thighs and he buried his face between her thighs, licking her smooth waxed lips. Jenny shut her eyes and concentrated all her attention on that small button of pleasure as Liam's tongue flicked over it delicately. She parted her legs further, allowing him greater access. The sensation was acute and she fondled her breasts as he lapped at her pussy. Her nipples ached as she twisted them hard, kneading the soft flesh. "Oh Liam... I'm gonna cum in a minute!" "Cum for me Jen, you wouldn't believe how many times I've remembered this!" He concentrated on her clit with his tongue as he fucked her with his fingers. Jenny could feel the sensation building and she held her breath as it peaked for a wonderful shiny moment. He sucked gently on her clit and that was enough to send her crashing over the edge with a shuddering scream. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking and her pussy quivering with little aftershocks. "Oh fuck..." she gasped as he stood up and held her tightly. His mouth tasted of her cum and she savoured the sweet flavour. "Let me suck your cock baby," she whispered softly. "Feel free - just be careful I don't cum too soon!" Liam muttered tightly as she undid his jeans to release his throbbing shaft. Pearly drops of pre-cum oozed out as she bent to lick it with a smile. He tasted wonderful and she wrapped her lips around his length. "Be careful Jen!" he warned as she slid her lips tightly round him and slowly fucked him with her mouth. "I won't last long if you keep that up – it's been a while since that goat herder you know!" He yelped when she reached up to pinch his nipple viciously in retaliation, then groaned when she squeezed his balls gently. She could taste the drops of salty cum oozing out of the hole at the end of his cock and she lapped them up eagerly, He thickened even more in anticipation of his impending orgasm, his breathing becoming harsher. Reluctantly, she released his cock with a lick of her lips and stood up to face him. Kissing him, Jenny continued to stroke his hard shaft with one hand and pinch his nipple with the other. "Stop that now," he gasped as he broke the kiss. "I need to fuck you and if you carry on teasing me I am gonna cum!" "How do you want me baby?" Jenny asked provocatively. "Well, let me see... first I need to remove this..." He loosened the basque and pulled it off, briefly squeezing her breasts. "Now, you move here and I do this..." Liam pushed her back onto the chaise longue at the end of the bed. She lay back on the red velvet cushions and parted her thighs to reveal her pink wet pussy lips, glistening with moisture. Liam knelt and rested one knee beside her, pausing at her entrance. Watching her reaction, he slowly began to slide inside her, inch by delicious inch. Eventually he was fully within her and they both groaned simultaneously at the intense pleasure. "God I've missed you Jen," he muttered as he stared into her eyes. "Have you missed me?" "You know I have..." she replied with a gasp, as she reached up to lick his taut nipples. "I only ever wanted you." "Good, 'cos I only want you. I love you Jen," he said heatedly, fucking her as he said it. "Oh Liam! I love you too..." Jenny thrust her hips up to meet him, her hand caressing her breast feverishly. With a harsh cry, she came again and he felt her tighten round his cock. Harder and faster he banged into her, needing to leave his mark on her in some feral way. She was his and nobody else was going to have her now. "Agghhhh...." He shuddered as the force of his orgasm shot through him, wave upon wave of cum flooding out into her body as she lay panting beneath him, limp with exhaustion. For long endless seconds they lay together, soaked in sweat as slowly they both recovered. Jenny was speechless. Oh God, she though in despair, help me! "What are we going to do?" she said out loud. Her hair was a mess and her make-up was ruined. It was going to be nigh on impossible to dig her way out of this debacle and truth be told, she didn't want to anyway. Liam was the man she loved; she just needed to find a way to avoid getting hitched to Dan with the minimum of pain to all parties. A loud knock at the door rudely interrupted their blissful languor. "SHIT!" Jenny jumped up, pushing Liam unceremoniously onto the floor in the process. "Jenny, we need to talk." It was Dan. OH FUCK! This was rapidly turning into her worst nightmare... "Ok, just a minute..." Frantically, Jenny pointed to the bathroom and Liam taking the hint, disappeared taking his clothes with him. There was very little she could do about her hair and make-up but she pulled the robe back on and shoved the discarded lingerie under the bed. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the damp patch on the chaise longue. "Come in," she said finally. There was nothing she could do now; it was in the hands of fate. Dan walked into the room sombrely and closed the door behind him. To her surprise, he was still dressed in jeans and a shirt rather than full wedding suit. Alarm bells began to ring and she stared at him puzzled. "What's going on?" she asked curiously. "I'm sorry Jenny; I don't know quite how to tell you this but... I can't go through with the wedding." Dan sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. Jenny was stunned. What on earth was he talking about? "But why?" her voice quivered slightly. She couldn't quite believe that she might actually have a way out of this unholy mess. Surely luck couldn't be on her side for once? "I haven't been totally honest with you. I like you lots Jenny and I adore your family, but the thing is - I'm in love with someone else..." Dan gazed up at her, the pain written all over his face and her heart went out to him. She could see how much it was costing him to confess this to her. "Hey it's ok." She went to him and held him tightly. She could hardly lay all the blame at his door when she herself was also in love with another man. "Do you really mean that?" Dan stared into her eyes in disbelief. "You are truly the most wonderful woman I have ever met! I told Lukas you were lovely. He finally made me realise it wasn't fair to deceive you in this way. "Lukas?" Jenny was puzzled now. "Who is Lukas?" "Lukas is my boyfriend. We met in Stockholm on our last tour." "Er excuse me? You're GAY?" Jenny sat down on the bed in shock. How in the hell had she missed that? "No, I do like women... I just prefer men. But nobody knows this apart from a few close friends and my agent. If it got out, it would destroy me... " Dan's eyes were limpid with vulnerable angst and Jenny hugged him again. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. While we are doing the whole 'True Confessions' bit, there's someone I want you to meet..." She jumped up and opened the bathroom door nervously. Liam came out with a sheepish expression, holding her hand. Jenny felt like she had just walked into her own episode of Jerry Springfield. Life didn't get much more bizarre then this! "Dan meet Liam. I too love someone else although I have only just found him again. However, I've no intentions of letting him get away again!" She grinned lovingly at Liam and he grinned back. No, this time it was for keeps. The smile soon faded as reality kicked in again "But what the hell are we going to do about the wedding?" "I have an idea..." said Dan mischievously. * * * The guests were all a little surprised when the groom turned out to be Liam, not Dan. Dan was the best man however and once everyone had recovered from the shock, the whole celebration rapidly turned into the party of the century. The Right Groom The waiting paparazzi were luckily distracted by an alleged sighting of Britney Spears landing at Leeds/Bradford Airport. Quite how that rumour had come to pass was anybody's guess, but Mrs Collins was seen making several furtive phone calls on her new Nokia mobile phone. Liam and Jenny eventually escaped via private Jet to take advantage of the honeymoon on an exclusive Caribbean Island. Dan said it was the least he could do after everything that had happened. He promised to join them for a few days in the second week so he could introduce Lukas to the happy couple. All the scandal and subsequent press coverage caused a huge stir. However, no publicity is ever bad publicity and Dan's agent Mal was more than happy with the way things turned out. The fans were ecstatic at Dan being allegedly jilted as it meant he was still single and therefore technically available. A world tour was on the cards for next year and a wife in tow was never a great idea, so all things being equal, it had been for the best. Mal couldn't have been happier if he'd planned it himself. In fact, he was rather cross he hadn't – he must be losing his touch! Jenny and Liam were certainly happy as they lay in their idyllic pool overlooking the beach, sun setting in a crimson sky. Life didn't get any better than this did it? "So," Jenny fixed him with a stern look as she sipped her tequila cocktail. "Tell me more about that goat herder in Nepal..."