Wedding Jitters... and Titters... and double Hitters!

  Nancy was a modern day fairy tale princess. She was beautiful in the classic,
elegant sense, but no one doubted she could be hot as hell if she let her guard
down a bit. She was sweet and charming to everyone, so much so that she came 
off as innocently flirtatious, though she meant nothing by it. She always took
the moral high road, and promised to be as faithful a wife as Brennan could
ever hope for. He loved all this about her, but after waiting two years, sex
free, to wed her, he wanted to be sure that they started things off with some
fireworks. He was hoping to get her to be kinky, or at least to fuck with wild
abandon, thus setting the tone for their marriage. He hatched a plan to get her
drunk. Only thing was, she didn't drink except politely at dinner or at church,
so he had to really talk up the pain she would feel breaking her hymen. She was
nothing if not wimpy about pain, and between being so pure and virginal and 
fearing pain, their wedding night could easily be a flop. Starting that way, he
feared they would never really be passionate - would their 10-year anniversary,
which would likely not surpass their wedding night, pass by without the word 
sex even being mentioned? 
  Well, all his exaggerated claims eventually wore down her prohibitionist
bent, and she actually started getting excited to get 'tipsy' and 'wild'. Enter
me, one of several groomsmen, a college buddy of the groom. I was enchanted by
Nancy the moment I saw her at the rehearsal dinner, and I was not really as 
close with Brennan as the other guys, but I had a talent. I was known for being
good at getting people drunk. I had gotten Brennan sloppy drunk many a time, 
and he had seen me get women drunk and get them in bed. Hey, look, I was no 
Brad Pitt, and it worked for me, OK? I agreed to his plan a bit too eagerly, as
images of bending the bride over in the parking lot ran through my mind, but I
was honored by the request (it was my only role other than usher), and I 
saluted Brennan to let him know I wouldn't let him down. Now Brennan told me 
about how reluctant she'd be to get too drunk, and how he wanted her at that
perfect "I'm conscious and can stand but have no inhibitions left and can
barely process a thought."
  "How much does she weigh? How tall is she?" I asked quickly.
  "Uh, she's 5'8" tall and weighs 105," he answered, looking puzzled.
  "Hmmm," I did some quick, essential calculations. "She's probably 110, women
never tell their true weight, and she won't have had much water to drink so she
can stay in that tiny dress. Is there any way we can get her drink a bit
tonight? It's really important."
  "Uh, I guess I can say that she should make sure she's not allergic..."
  "Perfect, three drinks would be great but whatever we can do will be good. I
need to see how tipsy it makes her and to get some alcohol in her system so 
that tomorrow her tolerance will be up a bit. Don't want her passing out, now 
do we," I explained to the confused groom.
  "Wow, there is a lot to this. I sure am glad I chose you, buddy."
  "Me too, Brennan, me too," I assured him.

  Now it turned out that this would be a cinch. With such a tall frame, Nancy 
could hold her liquor pretty well, but the effect on her was immediate because
she was so unused to drinking. Brennan managed to get her to nurse two wines 
in an hour an a half, which set her on 'low buzz' level, and I worked my magic
until her puritan instincts relented and she downed a third at the end of the
dinner, when the parents and grandparents had gone on their way. The timing
was crucial here because though I didn't get to see her get sloppy at dinner,
I watched her swagger into the Hotel with an arm around Brennan and one around
a bridesmaid. Her vociferous, tittering laugh was music to my ears. Brennan 
shrugged, looking doubtful, when I presented them with a round of shots, but
Nancy was in that 'aw, what the hell, may as well' stage. This would have been 
enough for Brennan's goal of making sex easier and more free, but by no means 
met mine of seeing her sloppy and staggering. Yes, it may sound strange, but 
seeing an otherwise pristine girl slurring her words and asking her matron of
honor for advice in bed was a complete turn on for me. She and Brennan made out
several times, and I swear she would have let him have her a night early, but 
when it was time for her to go home and get a good night's sleep, he must have
figured, I waited this long - let's do it the way she wants to remember. Stupid
man.

  The ceremony was actually quite touching, and I almost forgot my purpose 
watching her dance the night away with a smile that had not a shred of phony
or silly behind it. She was joy on white heels. At that thought, I remembered
that she was supposed to stop being so elegant and start being the hottie I 
knew she could be - joy between the sheets as it were. She had merely sipped at
dinner and at the toast. I asked an old friend of her to buy them both a drink.
"Groom's orders" I said when she blanched. I did the same again a bit later. I
kept them flowing one every forty-five minutes so that she was on a slow even
burn, and by 10:30 she was so agreeable I decided to buy her a drink myself. 
  "Nance, come share a drink, wouldja?" 
  "Hmmm? Oh hey Woodrow!" (my name) "I dunno, I had a couple already..."
  "Oh I know, but we had such fun the other night, remember?" Brennan saw us,
and gave the thumbs up. Well, with his approval...
  "MMm, Woody, you are a bad man," she admonished, touching me on the lips with
one slender nailed finger. She followed my lead as I helped her slide into a
booth in the little-used room adjoining the bar. I pushed her over and sat next
to her instead of across from her, eliciting many giggles. Now at this point,
Nancy was mighty tipsy, almost slurring her words, but not yet sloppy or 
staggering. People with kids and the older folk had gone home, and the young 
ones and parents would be there til midnight so we had some time to play with. 
In this booth I could see anyone rounding the corner right away and bride was
hidden from sight. 
  "Now now, I can't let people think I've reformed completely, I'm really a 
nice guy at heart," I protested as I handed her a Long Island Iced Tea, my
favorite drink for quickly transitioning to sloppy. "A toast to the most 
beautiful woman within miles, and surely the most beautiful bride in history!"
  "Oh, Woody, come on," she playfully pushed at my shoulder, giggling in 
delight. 
  "Please, call me Will," I insisted. 
  "Ok, Will."
  "Will I what?" I asked, puffing up my chest  and looking her in the eyes. 
When she laughed at my poor excuse for a joke, I knew we were on our way. We
laughed and joked and flirted, her touching my chest, me complimenting her 
beauty in every way I could imagine, touching her cute little dangling ringlet,
stroking her flushed cheeks. I had to work fast, so mostly I kept helping her
tip back her drink and some of mine to top her off while I whispered sweet
nothings. Now although I could afford to lose Brennan as a friend (like I said
we weren't that close) I didn't want him to come after me with a gun or any
thing, so I needed to make sure Nancy was OK with the way things seemed to be
going. After leaving my hand on her thigh for a couple minutes as we talked, 
she actually sidled closer, so I asked her if she was sore from the heavy dress
on her shoulders all day. She said a little, so I selflessly offered my skills
at massage (trained in the best French schools, I assured her). She loosened
up and moaned her appreciation, no doubt getting sleepy from the alcohol and
massage combo, and she did not object when I slid her shoulder straps off the
sides and allowed my hands to stray down from her neck to the beginning of her
perfect round globes. There is something wonderful about good-sized breasts
pushed up until they seemed to be professionally enhanced, but still soft
and supple, rippling with each laugh, swelling and receding like a gentle tide
with each quickened breath. I lost myself in the moment, sliding my hands down
to cup her glorious mounds, inching my greedy fingertips down until I held
her erect nipples between adjacent fingers. I was literally breathing down her
neck, and she was laying back into me, her vail over my shoulder. She gazed up
at me, her moist lips parted, and batted her eyelashes.
  It was too much. I pushed her top down so I could squeeze and fondle her tits
in earnest, while I smashed my lips to hers and buried my tongue down her 
throat. I paused to let her either turn to face me or to slap my silly and
scream, and I gave myself a mental high five as she nearly pounced on me, 
kissing me back firmly, her desire so strong after all these years and all 
these drinks that she was nothing like her sober self. She help me raise layer
after layer of skirts and gasped aloud, arching her back, her head thrown back
and her eyelids fluttering as I made first contact with her pussy, albeit 
through damp satin panties. The satin actually worked in my favor I'm conviced.
It felt at least as good as my rough fingertips could ever feel, and it got her
near to climax before I pulled the fabric aside and ran into what was left of 
her inhibitions. "Oh Will, this <hic> this is so wrong, we gotto stop..."
  "This is my fault, I went and got you all hot, you're innocent and pure no
matter what happens Nancy," I assured her. "Just tell me when it stops feeling
good." She allowed my words to stall her a bit, biting back a squeal as my 
fingers deftly parted her womanhood, found her aching love button, and slid
an inch or so into her virgin tunnel. I twisted and gently plunged, gathering
her copious lubrication to paint her growing clit with. 
  "Ohhh, oh my, ohh that's it I waited so long, oh I never knew it felt so
good..." she moaned, starting to buck her hips as I kissed her neck and tits,
and fucked her treasured pussy until I was able to slide two fingers in. I 
unbuckled her garters, and got her panties off before her morals kicked in 
again. "Ohhh, Will, I gotto stop." she was trying to clear her head, and she
sat up, shutting her legs. "There's no way this is OK." she stated. 
  "I disagree..." I started, desperate. I had not a clue what would make this
OK, but when she looked at me with hopeful eyes, like if I justified it she 
would keep it going, "See, Brennan has slept with plenty of women, and you 
really don't want to disappoint him. You need to acquire some skill at this..."
She looked pained, like she wanted to buy it but my excuse sucked. "Look, you
need to know that you're sure. And if you never sleep with anyone else, you'll
always wonder, 'Did I say yes too soon? Should I have done it, just once,
just so I would be sure?' This is like a safety check." She was grinning, her 
eyes lit up. "And I'm your mechanic," I claimed, like I was telling her I was 
Superman. She kissed me back, and I felt her relax as I fondled her perfect 
button nipples, but as I touched her pussy again, she pushed me away. Damn!
  "I..." she started, "I need another drink." I never moved so fast. I slid to
the bar, slapped down a twenty, make it quick, "Your strongest stuff", made it
obvious I wanted no change back, and skated back into the booth with double 
shots of some horrid rum that was like 150 proof. We tipped our heads back, and
I let half of mine burn its way down my throat. She guzzled the whole thing and
hiccupped, sputtering "What the hell shit was that?!" 
  "Enough to make sure it doesn't hurt," I assured her, and whipped out my
fully erect average sized cock. She purred, and began stroking it as we sucked
face, then she shocked me to the bones by smiling a wicked smile and dropping
down to take me in her mouth. She was a novice that was for sure but the very
image of a beautiful bride sucking my manhood, her veil half-obscuring her
face, was enough to make me pinch myself to keep from filling her pretty mouth
with cum. That would never have gone over well. I stopped her, and answered her
hurt look with, "You are so amazing and that was so hot I don't want to come 
too soon." Her eyebrows raised, and she grinned a proud grin, her lips 
glistening with my pre-cum, as I sat her on the table with her legs spread high
and knelt, my white-hot rod at the door to her furnace. I slid it up and down,
making her moan and beg a bit (this technique is wonderful because inevitably
the scratchy stubbly hair around a woman's cunt makes little Mr. Woodrow back 
off a bit, so that I don't break any records). I slid an inch or two in, and
back out, working up her ample lube, finding just the right trajectory to blow
through her stretched cherry. "Ohhh, god, are you ready?" If she had said not
yet I would have been in trouble because this in and out stuff was a sure way
to get Woody to blow early. She nodded, aftaid to voice the word that made it
OK for me to break her virginity mere hours before her lucky husband would have
done so. I mouthed 'Thank you', and drove it home. She grunted, and whimpered,
and began to sob, as much from the emotional impact of what had happened as 
from the physical pain. I kissed her then, feeling like a jerk for making her
cry and ruining her dreams. I kissed her tears away, I kissed her eyes before
they could cry again, I kissed her chin and the bridge of her nose, and I 
stayed put, my hardon softening and swelling as I questioned my actions and as
I reveled in my amazing fortune to be making love to this perfect bride. She
smiled, and laughed, and spread her legs to let me creep deeper into her 'road
untraveled'. I gazed into her intense blue-gray eyes and began rolling my hips,
sliding out and in just a little at first, then pulling back and sliding my 
sword deep in its warm wet sheath, letting her snatch suck at my manhood. It 
was so damn tight I knew I was moments away, so I stopped again, deep inside 
her, and tried to get my thumb down to massage her clit. I wanted her to want 
this as much as I did. She deserved that at least. Besides, the guilt would be
less...
  "Mmmmm, would it help if I lay back?" she asked, really wanting it now. 
  "Uhhh, well, a little... but I can really help out if you turn around, y'know
like..."
  "From behind? You wanna fuck me from behind? But where do I..."
  "Here, if you bend over the table... we don't have to, but it will make this
feel amazing I promise," I blushed, realizing this was yet another hurdle she 
was crossing. She bent over the table, and I hiked her skirts up so she 
appeared to be just a perfect set of legs with an ass and pussy on top. In this
position, I could feel her tits, and rub her clit, and it turned out we could
look at one another in the mirror we faced, but if anyone came into this room,
they would have a beautiful side shot of the bride's ass and my little guy 
sliding in and out of her. She grunted and sighed as I filled her void again. I
took my time, thrusting on and off, as I expertly lathered her clit with our 
mutual lubrication, and soon enough, she was moaning loudly, rocking back 
against me, her legs spread wide, and I began to cum, hard. Her perfect 
puckered asshole had been eying me from this position, so on a whim, I slid my
lubricated index finger into her anus as she came, and she lost it - my gizm 
filled her again and again, and she screamed out one last time as her climax 
peaked. I kissed her neck, and turned her head to make out with those luscious
lips for the last time. She knew it would be too, and held me in that kiss for
what seemed an eternity before we finally broke the kiss, smiled bashfully, and
began to make ourselves half presentable. I slid her panties back on, kissing 
her thighs as I got them up just in time to stop the flood of my cum that 
gravity denied her. We almost kissed again, but instead, she said, "Woody, you 
are a bad man." I nodded this time, she had proved me a liar, and led her back
to the dance floor where I winked at Brennan and whispered, "Buddy, she's all
yours, she's as ready as she'll ever be, I bet she won't even act or feel like
a virgin."
  "Wow, thanks man, I owe you. How do you know she's that ready?"
  "Hey, I know my trade. And consider this a gift to the bride on her wedding
day, you don't owe me a thing."

FIN