ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Count Down to the Big Day

Being engaged to my bestfriend was the best feeling in the world.

I wasn't one to think I would be walking down the aisle with a pretty white dress and flowers, with all my friends in those colorful dresses.

"Come on! We have so many things to do!," my maid of honor, Rayanne, snapped taking me out of my thoughts. Michelle and Lorraine followed.

I walked into the bridal shop with hundreds of white dresses surrounding me. "What is your dress size?," the clerk asked.

"Size 10," Michelle answered for me.

"No honey, size 12," Lorraine assumed.

"Size 8! I'm a size 8, thank you!," I finally corrected.

The clerk looked at them crazy, while I followed her to the back where the dresses were.

First, I picked an off white, off the shoulder, vintage lace dress that ended at my knees.

"Oh my God! No ma'am. I know you don't have my best friend looking like a grandma at her wedding!," Michelle shouted at the clerk.

"You don't like it?," Lorraine asked.

Michelle quickly shook her head with a disgusted face.

Hopeless, I slowly walked to the back for another dress. The clerk picked out an strapless dress that was pleated in the front with rhinestones down the middle.

The clerk had put clamps in the back to make sure it will fit my size. I walked out when I saw no reaction out of my friends.

"Ah! That is hot!!"

"Yes! That's the one!"

"It's so beautiful!!"

They all yelled at once making people stare at us.

The clerk had measured my body so the dress could be altered.

"So is it gonna be ready in two weeks?," Lorraine questioned.

"Two weeks? It's going to take about a month to get this dress professionally altered," the clerk explained.

How the hell am I supposed to get all this done in two weeks?

"Look! My best friend's wedding is in two weeks! You need to get something done," Rayanne snapped with sass.

"Okay, uhm, I will try and get it done as soon as possible," the clerk negotiated all shooken up.

"You better," Lorraine spat sizing her up.

It seems like I can't go anywhere without them embarrassing me.

"Ugh, let's go!," I pleaded shoving them out the door.

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"Aye, we're here to pick up our suits," I had told the lady at the front desk.

She just looked up at us with googly eyes.

"Suits, bitch! Can you com-pre-motherfucking-hend?," E said getting impatient.

She quickly snapped out the little daze she was in and asked for my name.

"Lorenzo Patterson," I had told her trying to hurry up and get the hell up out of there.

"So are you single," she asked me with lust in her eyes.

"Man! Bitch, can you hurry the fuck up with the damn suits already? I got a damn hair appointment to go to. These curls ain't gonna form themselves!," he impatiently yelled.

She slowly walked back to get the suits which turned out to be the wrong ones.

"The bitch is playing with me. Do I look like I wear a motherfucking 6X!?!," he questioned throwing the suit at her.

"Is there a problem?," a middle aged man came out who seemed to be the owner.

"Yes sir. We came to get our suits. I'm getting married in two weeks," I explained. He swiftly got our correct suits and apologized for out service today.

"Damn, E! Why the fuck you showed out at that place of business," I laughed exiting out the door.

"The bitch was getting on my nerves!," he yelled.

"Man, get your simple ass in the car," I ordered.

I drove off to my house so we can get everything done on my part.

"Man, you have got to let me plan the bachelor party," E said plopping on the couch.

"Whatever, do what you want but, I don't want them ugly bitches that you fuck around with," I told him sipping on my can of Sprite.

"I'm just gonna invite Pam, Rhonda, Honey and Gina-"

"Oh hell no! Them tired ass hoes? Rhonda burned Samson last year and Honey has a gang of kids. Pam and Gina look like piranhas in the face," I complained.

"Nigga, you can't be talking. You smashed Jazz out of all of them," he brought up.

"Whatever," I waved him off while adjusting my hat.

"Your hair is fly as hell!," Shanya and loud ass friends came through the door.

"Oh hell nah. Y'all loud ass got to go!," I complained getting agitated.

"Ren, shut up! You acting all brand new now you're getting married." Michelle snapped.

"Hey baby. I missed you today," Rayanne mumbled. She climbed on top of Eric and they were literally dry fucking on the couch.

That's a damn shame. Lorraine and Michelle finally left after yapping their damn gums.

"Baby, I'm so excited for the next two weeks. I'm so happy you proposed to me," she said in between kisses.

"I can't wait for the honeymoon though," I laughed putting my finger in her slit. Shanya had this little suggestion to not have sex until the honeymoon.

"Talking about us being freaks," Eric spat lifting up Rayanne and heading to the guest room.

"We need to bleach that room after they get done," She told me heading to the master bedroom.

I followed her, pressing my manhood onto her peach. "Not until the honeymoon," she moaned.

I nibbled on her earlobe, while she moaned asking me to stop.

I bent her over trying to get what we both wanted.

"Are you gonna give up the pussy, baby," I whispered in her ear making her shiver under my touch.

"No sex," She quickly moved from up under me leaving me rock hard.

I sighed plopping on the bed.