His Virgin Bride

by Kara Hart

  She walks over to Fred Kneeves and sits next to him, smiling. I watch as they talk for a while and it seems like it actually is going pretty okay. Fred is remarkably calm and I can tell he feels good about himself right now because he touches her arm and she doesn’t recoil. I hear enough to realize that they’ve decided on a date. This is actually going to happen.

  When she comes back over, she’s rocking her hips with a new burst of excitement. “I did it,” she squeals. “I asked him out.”

  “Good on you, girl,” I laugh. “What’re you doing?”

  “Bar and then his place,” she says confidently. “You know, he wasn’t as weird as I thought he would be.” She takes another breath of the air around us, as if it’s fresh and new.

  “Glad I could be of service,” I say, feeling bored of the school-cafeteria girl talk. I have three more periods until class is over, and then an hour of after-school stuff I have to take care of. And then I’m completely free, back in Addison’s grip once again.

  “As you can see, this important piece of literature is a radical shift in human…” I’m droning on about Beowulf and the kids are practically falling asleep. I’m right there with them, counting down the hours until I can leave. It’s so close and I can’t wait any longer. This job is killing me, now that I’ve found happiness in him.

  He texts me after the bell rings and I’m in class, teaching the kids about the classics. “Send me a picture of the panties you’re wearing.”

  The text is completely out of the blue and when I see it, I turn dark red, and stumble across every single word. “The knight in this story… this, uh, this, excuse me…” I sit down at my desk and take a deep breath as the kids start laughing at me.

  I continue speaking, telling the students to settle down. Only, underneath my desk, my legs are spread open and I’m glancing down at my light-blue panties, the ones with the tulip in the center. “I’m in class,” I text him. “And you’re a pervert.”

  “Damn right, I am. I live for that pussy. I want to make you wet, every single second of the day,” he types. My throat tightens as I gulp down, and again I’m struggling to keep the class attentive.

  “Now, show me that cunt,” he writes.

  “Oh my God!” I text him. The vulgarity, I have to admit, turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does, and now I’m feeling like kicking every last student out of the class so he can drive his truck over here and fuck my brains out.

  “Do it,” he says.

  I don’t object. I do what he asks. I unlock my phone and point the camera down at the center of my legs. I spread myself open and take a picture. I send it and wait for him, as I tell the class, “In this very old style of the English language, the word means deer, or…”

  I wait for his response and it comes pretty fucking fast. “I want it in my mouth, so fucking bad,” he says. Then he types some more. I can feel my heart beating, pounding, against my sternum. “I want to mount you against that desk again. I want to take you against that whiteboard.”

  “Of course you do, you dirty bastard,” I text him back.

  “Spread those panties aside for me,” he says. “And don’t say you can’t do it. I know full well that you can.”

  I imagine him at home, completely naked and sitting against the kitchen counter, while looking at his phone eagerly. I imagine his cock growing with each sentence that he types, until it’s harder than ever. I can’t stop thinking about him stroking his cock, feeling the girth and hard bone extending into the void, just waiting and aching for my dripping pussy. He’s thirsting for it and I can’t deny that I am too.

  I pull aside my panties under my desk as the kids fidget in their seats. This is so wrong, but I’m safe under there. I snap a quick photo and send it his way and he responds with a video, only one minute later. “I’m fucking cumming,” he says.

  I open the video, making sure the sound is completely off. I see his cock instantly, as hard as it was in my daydreams. It’s shining with his spit and he’s rolling his palm across each end. It grows and grows, until it practically bursts. Cum shoots across his hard stomach and it doesn’t stop for at least 10 seconds. When he’s finished, he pulls on it some more and the video stops.

  Needless to say, I’m left dying. “Leaving right after class,” I tell him. “I need that inside of me.”

  Addison

  She sits on my cock like it’s the edge of her throne. She edges her back against me as I wrap my hands around her waist, squeezing the excess flesh around her hipbone. She arches her back and cums for the millionth time, quaking for me, as I spin her around, onto her back.

  She lies there and has that pleasured look on her face, as she whispers, “I love you so much, Addison.”

  I never get tired of hearing her say that and it only solidifies my position on everything. “I love you too,” I whisper and kiss her lips, biting down lightly against the bottom one. I cum inside her and push my body forward, holding her as close as I fucking can.

  “Jesus,” she sighs with satisfaction. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  The other day I made a huge decision. I decided that I’m going to marry her. Not only that, I took a loan out to get a small shop downtown. I’ve put practically everything on the line for her now and I don’t regret it at all. I just hope it’s what she really wants.

  It’s a gamble, but I’m willing to take it for her. I’ve got a ring in my room, in the bottom of my drawer, and it’s one solid rock of beauty, fit for a queen like her. Either she’ll love it or she’ll reject me forever.

  “You really like me that much?” I ask her.

  “I do,” she smiles and gazes into my eyes longingly.

  It’s gone so far at this point. I’m ready to ask her. I’m shaking as I look at my drawer, despite the fact that I know this is what I want. How I’m going to do it, I still need to plan out.

  And then I get a call from Halloway.

  “Oh shit,” she sighs.

  “Kneeves?” I ask her. She nods.

  “She went out with him tonight. She’s probably still at his place now,” she says, looking frantic.

  I answer the phone and Halloway is freaking out, screaming at me like I did something wrong. “You motherfucker!” he screams. “How could you?”

  He’s drunk and clearly looking for a fight, as usual. “Whoa, whoa. Settle down,” I say. “What’s wrong? What’re you talking about?”

  “You set me up!” he screams and in the receiver, I can hear him punch something. It knocks against the floor and crashes. “I thought we were brothers. I thought we were friends for life.”

  “We’re brothers. Calm the fuck down,” I say, glancing at Helena. She looks concerned and I nod carefully, trying my best to calm the man down.

  “That principal,” he growls. “That little douchebag from the school. Know what I’m talkin’ about now?”

  I exhale and close my eyes. This is beyond me. This has nothing to do with me whatsoever. “Big deal,” I tell him. “Quit being such a baby, Halloway.”

  “You’re calling me names now? Me? The man who protected your ass when you were running across a mortar-heavy zone? The man who took out that sniper for you? Me?!”

  I try not to laugh because it’s so obvious those days are over. The days he protected me were different. The only threats he experiences every day are little disturbances like this. He’s more of a danger to himself than anyone.

  “Look, man. You know I have your back, always. But you need to start being real with yourself,” I tell him. “The other day you told me you didn’t give a damn about Judy. Now you’re over here, crying like a baby. I don’t get it. What’s changed?”

  “You believe every word I say?” he asks, breathing heavily. I hear him sit down and cough. “Maybe I don’t tell you everything for a reason. Because you got that little girl with you all of the time, breathing down your neck.”

  I glance at Helena who turns her head in embarrassment. Her cheeks turn flush with anger and I kn
ow I’m going to have to try and fix that too, all because Halloway is being overdramatic about a woman he doesn’t even really like.

  “Don’t you do it, man. I’m warning you. Don’t you fucking call her names,” I say.

  “She’s a bitch,” he whispers. He does it in a way that tells me he regrets saying it almost immediately. Yet, he says it and he doesn’t offer an apology. I sit in shock for a brief moment and hang up the phone, without saying a word.

  “I’ve got to go,” I tell her, ignoring the whole thought of my marriage proposal. That can wait. This, I have to deal with right fucking now.

  “Please don’t leave,” she says, knowing what’s going to happen.

  I stop for a second to look at her. Does she really mean it? Does she really want me to stay? And if so, how the hell can she respect a man who doesn’t stand up for her? I can’t do it. I take one look at her and see those tears roll down from her eyes, and I can’t let her be in pain like that. She knows what she was just called. She even knows that Halloway is just some drunk asshole. Even with all that knowledge, it still hurts, and she knows that he’s my friend. If I don’t leave here now and do what I have to do, she’ll never look at me the same.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, storming out of the house. “I have to go. Stay here. I’ll be back.”

  She runs out of the house after me, grabbing my arm. I keep walking. “Stop!” she screams. “Addison, you don’t have to do this!”

  I get in the car and turn the keys. “That’s the thing,” I mutter. “I do have to do this. I have to do this more than you know. I love you. He can’t disrespect you.”

  I drive with pure disgust and testosterone-fueled rage. Sometimes all it takes is one small word for someone to be dead to you, and Halloway achieved that pretty damn fast.

  I get to his house, peeling in his driveway. Dust flies up all around the vehicle. I jump out before I can even put the car in park. “Halloway!” I scream, completely sober with adrenaline. “Come out here! Halloway!”

  I see him stumble in the window. He opens the door and stands on his porch, hunched and ready for me. He’s flexing his fists, gripping a bottle. “What do you want from me? Huh? You want to ruin my shit life even more?!”

  Part of me knows how bad this all looks. Part of me knows that this is all pointless. At the same time, I feel within my heart that I need to show him some manners. “Apologize and we’ll be done here,” I tell him. “That’s all I need from you. One apology.”

  “Fuck you,” he spits onto the dirt and takes two steps down from his porch. He waits for my next move, like a pawn on a chessboard.

  “Say you’re sorry, man. Come on. It ain’t hard,” I warn him. “You don’t want what’s coming if you don’t.”

  He laughs hard and deep, showing his edged teeth. “You kidding me, Addison? You hurt me? You know I’m bigger than you. Stronger. You know I saved your ass a million times over back in the day, when things were real.”

  “You have to stop romanticizing the past, Halloway. It’s not good for you. Those days are over and I’m glad they’re done,” I tell him, stepping forward myself. “I’ll never be that person again and neither will you. It’s time to face the facts. I may be smaller than you. Shit, you may be stronger physically. But if you come at me… if you say one word about my girl again, I’ll bring hellfire on you. I’ll come down like Thor on your ass.”

  “Who gives a fuck about her?” he asks me. “She’s just some fish in the sea, right? That’s what women are. Just another fish to catch. Ain’t no thing. She’s a bitch and she’s ruined my relationship. And look at what you do. You just keep backin’ her up.”

  I start to walk forward, getting fairly close to him. His chest is heaving up and down. In his hands is that empty beer bottle and I want to find a way to get it out of there. You can’t come at someone with an extra weapon in hand. That just isn’t fair game, but Halloway isn’t playing by the rules anymore. He doesn’t care one bit.

  “Set the bottle down and shut your mouth,” I say.

  “Go fuck yourself,” he smiles, holding the bottle back from me. He swings it down and I feel the air from it whip against my face. “Ha! You like that? You still want to come at me?”

  “Put the bottle down,” I repeat. “You think that’s a fair fight?”

  “Fair? You want to talk about fair with me? Fair would be you stayin’ out of my relationship business. Fair would be for you to fuck right off,” he says, still smiling, eyes looking lazy and drunken.

  I exhale slowly and keep my eyes aimed at his hands. “I get it now. You’re too scared. I get that. I guess this is just how it has to be.”

  “I guess so,” he laughs.

  We’re at a standstill, until headlights zoom around the corner. It’s Helena, but in the car are two other figures, Kneeves and Judy. Halloway turns his head and his jaw drops. I take the only opportunity I have. I kick upward, knocking the beer bottle out of his hand. It hits the dirt and rolls away, out of sight, and I hit him straight across the temple.

  He makes a “Oo!” sound as he hits the dirt, nearly knocked out cold. But the man is a fighter. I’ve known that all my life. He’s not backing down now. He rolls and picks himself back off the ground, as I hold my fists in front of my face, waiting for him to attack. He’s hurt and he’s not seeing straight, but that doesn’t stop him from attacking.

  He jumps at me, tackling me like a football player. I feel my ass and spine hit the ground. I’m not drunk enough to ignore the pain. It fucking hurts. Not to mention, I still have some bruising on my body from the other night.

  Now, all of the people in the car come running toward us. It’s another embarrassing fight I’ve forced myself into, but do they think I’m really going to stop swinging and let him decimate me? Hell no. He called Helena a bitch. Someone needs to let him know how wrong he is.

  Helena is running toward us, screaming, “Stop!” She’s practically crying. She grabs my shoulder, but ducks out of the way when Halloway swings his fist downward, connecting with my gut. He swings again and I feel my jaw lurch. He’s got me good and now Helena is pissed. She’s pissed at me for coming here and she’s pissed at Halloway for egging me on. I hear her mutter, “Get him,” and it gives me some energy back.

  He hits me again in the stomach and all of the air from my lungs is forced out of me. I’m seeing black stars, but I manage to duck my legs behind his. He trips and falls backward and now I’m swinging. I’m swinging as hard as I can. I hit him in the chest, in the stomach, in the face. I keep on going at him, until he’s done.

  His palms come up and he whispers, “Alright, alright. Jesus Christ.”

  “You done?” I ask him. Helena’s arms come around me to pull me back and I acquiesce.

  “What’s happening here?” Kneeves asks. We both ignore him.

  “I’m done,” Halloway heaves, his body still against the dirt. “But fuck you all.”

  Judy comes forward now and just stands there. Finally, she works up the courage to say, “I’m sorry. Whatever I did, I am sorry.”

  Halloway groans and moves away from all of us. “It’s none of your fault,” he says, looking at the trees around us. “It’s mine. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Meanwhile, Helena is furious with me for acting out. “I don’t know who you are. Where did my Addison go?”

  The thought that I’m not the man she thought I was brings tears to my eyes. I’m not a bastard. I’m not a terrible person. I’m a human who can’t take when people try to walk over him. “I was trying to protect you,” I mutter, knowing that it won’t change a thing. “He acted out of bounds. He had no right.”

  “You ignore him,” she says. She’s got more tears in her eyes and I reach out to wipe them away, but she simply knocks my hand aside. “Don’t. You don’t care about me. You care about how you’re feeling. This wasn’t about me. This was about your pride. Admit it.”

  “It was about you,” I try and tell her. “It was about how you mig
ht view me for not defending your name.”

  “I can’t do this,” she says, turning around and marching back to her car. “Judy, come with me. Kneeves.” She gestures toward her car and all three angrily get inside and leave the scene.

  I’m stuck here with Halloway now, in complete shock. He just starts laughing. “So I guess we’re stuck with each other again,” he laughs. “Want to arm wrestle it out or something?”

  “Give me a beer,” I say, shaking my head.

  “Sure thing,” he says.

  “I’m sorry,” he finally says the words. “Alright? You happy? I’m an asshole. You shouldn’t have a friend like me. You deserve better.”

  “What I want is a friend who backs me and my girl up. She’s not a bitch and you know it. She’s a good, wholesome person. She’s pure. And I fucking love her from the bottom of my heart,” I say. “And if you’re not okay with that, you can’t be my friend anymore. Plain and simple. Because I’m going to marry her.”

  “You’re what?” he asks, stunned.

  “You heard me,” I stare him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to marry that woman.”

  “Like hell you are,” he laughs. “She ran away from you fast, man.” He sits in silence for a second and I have to chuckle a little at the whole situation.

  “We’re a couple of children, aren’t we?” I ask him. “Look at us. Look at our faces. We look fucked up.”

  “I feel fucked up, man. I’m getting too old to be fighting. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d start feeling it until I hit forty, but it hurts more than it did five years ago,” he says. “You know I always have your back, right?”

  “I hope you do.” I nod. “But people change. Just because you’re on my side now, doesn’t mean you’ll always be.”

  “True,” he says. “Well, I think you have to marry that woman, and you have all my support. I’m an asshole. If there’s one thing I’m good at in this life, it’s being an asshole. But I understand you getting married. I just wish I could get my own shit together.”