Set in 1988. Michael is taken to the XXX Club where he meets a mysterious young lady- and her friend...
This story is pure fantasy and more mature than usual. Read at your own risk.
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“So, you’re sure you will go through with this, hm? No last minute escapes or anything?” I teased John as I messed up his tie for the fifth time.
“Michael! Do you really know what you’re doing? You don’t seem to be no expert…”
I giggled at his double negative. He should have thrown a third “no” in- cause I had no clue how to tie this thing.
“I’m not! I have people dressing me, you know. And it don’t take no rocket scientist to pull on the shirts I wear in my time off.”
“So why did you offer to help with the tie?” His voice was all panicked now.
I laughed, “Because I thought it would be fun to freak you out more. Man, chill, will y’a? This is only the rehearsal dinner. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight.”
“Yeah, no kidding!” John rolled his eyes, then stepped away from me, taking over the highly delicate business of tying his silk tie.
I laughed again and shot him a dirty grin. “Patience, man. I’m sure tomorrow night will make up for it. The magic of the wedding night…as you carry her over the threshold of your castle. Her face hidden, blushing as she shivers against you…”
John froze and stared at me. “Don’t tell me you’re high, please. I will never live this down if you show up totally fucked up. My wedding is not the venue to break out of your shell, Mike.”
I laughed again, and slapped him on his back. No, really…I had serious expectations for my wedding night. No matter how perverted my mind got, when that day finally arrived, I would indulge in every sweet and amazing stereotype. I wanted that once in a life time thing. And I’d do it right. How often had I imagined that sweet moment when I would bring my bride to my bed… Funny enough, my phantasies always faded at the part where she looked up at me. Until recently, when for some reason, blue eyes and a sensual mouth appeared totally against my will.
The door opened and Linda, the glowing bride, with a tense look on her face, admonished John for being late.
“Why are you messing with a tie? You are wearing a bow tie tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, he is matching Bubbles’.” I had not made up my mind on whether to bring him or not, but I liked to see Linda get flustered every time I brought it up.
“Oh Michael. You know, you are the only person on Earth I would allow to bring a monkey to my wedding, right?”
“I wouldn’t bring a monkey, Linda. He is a chimp. And he’s family. Actually, he’s way better behaved than most of my family,” I mused.
