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Groom by dierdre
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Disclaimer: my stories are sex fantasies that sometimes include sexual
acts and situations that would be undesirable in real life. Do not read
this story if reading such things would offend you. Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.
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Groom
by deirdre
Kelly, one of my best friends back in high-school, was getting
married, and I decided to go to her wedding even though I hadn't seen
her in years--not since her parents had moved away from my old
home town while I was away at college. The wedding was some
distance away, but when I got the invitation old memories came back
and I decided to take the opportunity to see Kelly again. So I found
myself at a wedding where I knew only Kelly's family on the bride's
side, but then to my surprise, I realized the groom was someone I
knew!
Geoff, the groom, was someone I knew in college. Specifically, I met
him when I worked one summer in the dining hall. I was assigned the
job of dish washing--helping to run the dish washer and washing the
pots and pans. When the supervisor showed me the room, there was
Geoff. During the regular school year there would have been more
people, but the dining hall ran on a reduced staff during the summer.
Well, my freshman year I was pretty successful attracting guys and
for most of the year I was going with one of the most popular guys
in the school. Jay was an upperclassman and a star athlete. I admit
I thought I was really hot stuff, but I was serious about that
relationship, and wanted it to continue despite the fact that Jay was
away for the summer.
Well, the first day Geoff and I were working together I managed to
mention my boyfriend at least three times, just to let him know that
I wasn't really looking for any moves from him and that he had no
chance with me--and also because I was nervous about working all
the summer with one guy. Well, Geoff was really easy-going about it
that first day and I thought I caught some amusement in his face as
well. But over the summer we had plenty of time to talk and soon I
was finding Geoff easier to talk to than my boyfriend--in fact,
easier to talk to than anyone I could remember. We managed to talk
about a million different things. As we worked, I watched Geoff and
the people he knew. He seemed to know everybody in the school: all
the faculty seemed to know him, and lots of guys seemed to come to
him with questions. A lot of girls would come by to talk to him too,
often dropping hints. He was friendly with them and seemed to
share a friendly intimacy with a lot of girls, but never did I see any
hint that he was going out with any of them. He always seemed to
have time to talk to everyone, and eventually I realized that he never
avoided anyone, no matter how unpopular.
Well, the summer was one of the friendliest times I ever had,
talking with Geoff every day, but it was also one of the loneliest.
With no dates at all I tended to have dull evenings. Soon my fear
that Geoff might ask me out grew stronger because I was afraid I
would say yes. But he never did--he never even dropped a hint. I
began to wonder about it because he seemed to like me and he
always seemed glad to see me. Usually when I meet some guy I can
sense their attraction to me, but Geoff was always very friendly
without a hint on anything more. I remember a couple of Fridays
when I was wishing and wishing he would ask me out, and I even
remember trying to drop some really subtle hints. But he never
seemed to notice them.
Well, when Fall semester started, I got two shocks. First, Jay
seemed distant, and after a couple of weeks he was dating a
freshman--naturally the prettiest one of the crop. The other shock
was that I discovered that Geoff had transferred. I couldn't believe
it--we had talked so many times and he had never dropped a hint
about it. I certainly had no claim on him, but I was in a daze for
months after that.
Well, here I was at the wedding, seeing Geoff again for the first
time in nine years on his wedding day. I didn't realize it was him
until I saw him standing at the front of the church! I admit my mind
went into overdrive. I had thought of Geoff once in a while over the
years, thinking about what might have been, but seeing him again
made me realize immediately that since that summer I had been
unconsciously comparing every man I ever dated with Geoff. I had
gone with one guy for a couple of years, but other than that I had had
no lasting relationships.
Suddenly I felt pitiful. Here I was, throwing my life away on a guy
who had found love with a great woman, and who never gave me a
thought. And it was all my fault--he certainly had never done
anything to lead me on. I felt a sudden stab of jealousy because I
knew that Kelly and Geoff had been living together for quite a while,
but that led to guilt feelings for having such thoughts about Kelly's
husband--on her wedding day, too.
Well, the wedding finished, and as I left the church, I grew more
nervous as I approached the bride and groom. I wondered what he
would think of me--and I wondered if he would remember me. Well,
Kelly introduced me to him and at the mention of my name, I saw a
fleeting startled look on his face. Then he told Kelly he already
knew me and that we had been best of friends for a summer. He did
it so smoothly I lost my panicky feeling. He took my hands and
leaned over and hugged me. I couldn't believe I was finally touching
him, and in this situation! I knew I should kiss his cheek, but I was
in a daze I just backed away, not taking my eyes off of him. He was
still pleasant, acting the groom, talking to the next person in the
receiving line. I walked away with every word he had spoken ringing
in my head.
I went to the reception which was at the hotel where I was staying
wondering what this evening was going to be like for me. I sat at a
table with complete strangers. They were friendly enough, but I
wasn't much to talk to. Dancing started with the traditional dance
between the bride and groom and in a little while Geoff came over
and asked me to dance. He asked me how I was doing and about high
school with Kelly and told me briefly what he had been up to. He was
very friendly, and seemed really glad to see me. After that, I was
still in a daze and I finally slipped out long before the reception was
over.
I went off to my room, tried to read for a while, then ended up just
laying awake in the dark. I thought and thought about missed
opportunities, of about my snotty attitude in dropping my boyfriend's
name the day we met, about my own temptation to drop him more
hints, about my double-dealing boyfriend, about my years of thinking
of Geoff off and on, and about the times he had come to my mind
when I lay in bed rubbing myself. And I was no more than one of his
many friends, though perhaps his best friend for one summer.
Finally, I had to do something--I got up, put on my robe, and slipped
out of my room to head for the vending machines. But as soon as I
was out of my room, I found myself face-to-face with Geoff! He was
apparently walking towards the vending machines or the ice machine
too. I froze in the doorway. He didn't say a word, but I watched his
face, and it lit up as if I were the only person in his life! He walked
up to me, leaned against the wall, looked down at me and said "We
should have had a better chance to see how well a relationship would
work". I felt a lump in my throat and my stomach felt like it was
turning inside out. He HAD been thinking of me. We might have had a
chance, but I had ruined it. "Why did you transfer?" I blurted out. I
immediately wished I hadn't said it. I didn't want this to go on. He
said "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with your boyfriend."
I felt tears welling in my eyes. Suddenly I was conscious of the door
open behind me to my hotel room. "Well, it is no time for a
relationship, but we CAN have one kiss" he said. He took me in his
arms and kissed me. And I pulled him so close and crushed my lips
against his. It was like a dream. I kept clutching him and pulled my
body against his and I never could have wanted a man so much as
that moment. We kissed and kissed and finally I felt him draw away.
He still held me in his arms. He looked at me and I could see
tenderness and concern. I realized I could take his hand and just
draw him into the room behind me--I didn't know what would come
of it, and I didn't know if I cared.
But I did care. I finally managed a faint smile though my eyes burned
with tears. He seemed to read me like a book and he drew away,
quickly brushed my forehead with his lips, turned and walked away.
I immediately backed in, and shut the door, standing in thought. Then
I went back to bed, got under the covers, and fingered myself as I
imagined what might have been.
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