XXX Chronicles

Chapter 9

The effort to stand still, giving the impression of the relaxation and attentive focus befitting a best man had me shaking like a kettle under extreme pressure. For the millionth time I called up all my skills to appear cool as a cucumber, and berated my stupid ass for being riled up at all.  Over something...someone..so...

Gorgeous? Annoying?

Someone so totally not my type.

Someone I was wrapped up in tighter than Houdini in his ropes.

No, wrapped up was not a good term. It brought to mind certain items...positions… A girl with her hands bounds, securely raised above her, her body turned away from me…my hands exploring a round, delicious ass with soft, reddened skin…

Dammit!!

Was she feeling any of my turmoil? No, surely not. Miss Presley looked like a fresh, innocent young lady who would die if she could read my thoughts.

Yeah, right! I almost laughed and cleared my throat instead, causing John to look over at me with worry in his eyes. I’m sure he had seen me more calm and collect in negotiations involving millions.  And Lisa...did I imagine it or did she shoot me a quick glance and blush sweetly?

God, I knew how she blushed.  All over...when...she came, her darker nipples tight and proudly tipping the pink, swollen mounds of her perfect little boobs.

A shiver ran through me and my dick protested being held down by my underwear. Good thing I didn’t go commando.

Oh God! How long were those damn vows? At the same time I had the thought, I sent a requests for forgiveness up into the blue sky. Yeah...like that's going to matter. More than likely, my thoughts and the images in my head would guarantee eternal damnation anyway.

Biting my lip, I willed my body to cooperate. Especially the painful, rebellious part. I needed a pee break. Or a cold shower break. Or a break to drag the little doll off into a corner and release myself into her body. Since she was to blame for all my current misery.

How did Lisa do it? 

How in the world did she stand there, holding Linda’s bouquet, looking like a Disney princess?  I knew she was only twenty, and – damn- this afternoon she looked even younger.  The bridesmaid dresses, against my worst fears, were actually quite lovely.  The three sweet young ladies were dressed in light blue hues, whereas the creation Lisa wore was a deeper azure.  I knew she was a stand-in, but damn, that dress seemed made to reflect the color of her eyes.  Not to mention how it hugged her body perfectly.

The angle of the sun seemed to illuminate her, putting her into a heavenly spotlight. Her eyes were a startling, translucent blue, reminding me of swimming in Hawaiian waters.  Her face was radiant.  Obviously, whoever had applied her make-up did not share Karen’s heavy hand- and the eye shadow brought out the unique, mysterious shade of her eyes, while the color used on her lips accentuated her pout without making her seem slutty.  Her hair was swept up, with some sections left long, cascading down her exposed shoulders and back.  My fingers itched with the desire to mess up the silky perfection, taking it down pin by pin.

She wore a simple necklace with a solitaire sapphire and matching dangling sapphire earrings.  For some reason, I thought she should have picked pearls.  A long rope…40 inches or more.  That thought seamlessly lent itself to images of Lisa wearing lingerie of the same color as her dress, and a perfect, sexy strand of the finest pearls…and nothing else. Well, maybe sandals with 5 inch heels.  My own inches elongated in response.  Shit.  If I was going to break through my pants, I know I’d blind someone at this point. John didn’t even know the danger he was in.