Since Marlee’s parents have passed on, my dad agreed to giving Marlee away. She basically grew up with me, always spending time at our house so it made perfect sense that dad should give her away. The day dad agreed to give her away Marlee cried ugly girl cries. Marlee rarely cries, she is one of the toughest bitches out there so I knew this gesture meant the world to her.
We all have a glass of champagne to toast the moment of the first of us girls to get married. It is a pivotal moment in our lives, she gives us hope for the rest of us, which brings my thoughts straight back to David, god I miss him. I wonder what he is doing right now, wonder who he is with. Stop right there Tania, that kind of thinking will only tear you up, so stop right now.
I am awoken from my reverie as my dad walks in, dressed in a very dapper tuxedo. I must say he looks very handsome and he looks very proud of his almost adoptive daughter. My dad is one of the most laid back men on the planet, Marlee’s past never mattered to him, he loved her just like his own. Dad walks up to Marlee and gives her a heartfelt hug and kiss on the cheek, the scene has me struggling to maintain my self-control.
“Well Rick that’s you giving one of us away, let’s hope that Tania is next eh?” Helen shouts from across the room whilst knocking back the champers. I nearly expire from choking on mine, Christ almighty there is an awkward silence before my dad finally clears his throat.
“I live in hope Helen, though we all know what she’s like.” Dad stares at me and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Yes I know exactly what he is referring to, my perfect single life, well that was until recently of course, dad doesn’t know about that though.
The wedding cars arrive outside of Marlee’s house and its game time. Marlee heads out to the impressive Mercedes CLK with my dad and she turns back to us and we all enter into the biggest group hug of our lives. My dad and Marlee slip into the black CLK and the rest of us squeeze into the other CLK, god we are nearly sitting in one another’s laps.
“Do you girls know that I didn’t bother to put any underwear on, I am hoping that I get lucky with some hot best man. What is Mark’s best man like anyway? Hot ?” Helen tells us this snippet of information and we all look at one another and burst out laughing. What Helen doesn’t realise is that Marks best man, is his brother Steve. Steve is exactly the same as Helen in every way. Steve prides himself in his very large collection of notches on his bedpost. He is what society tends to call a man whore. He fucks them and then dumps them so fast it makes the women’s heads spin.
Yes this wedding is going to be a blast, if only I had the company of sizzling David, that man just drips sex.
Chapter 13
The main ceremony of the wedding will have gone by without a problem I am hoping. Marlee is definitely a little minx, mark will definitely need to keep an eye on that one.
Marlee phoned me last night and invited me to the reception of the wedding. She was very drunk judging from the slurred words pouring down the phone. I know what Marlee’s plan was though, and it was fucking genius.
“Hey ma…mar…..shit I mean David.” She shouted down the phone at me. The phone call occurred at about 3am, I am guessing that’s when they all got in from their pre wedding meal and had a few drinks. When I say a few I mean drinking their whole body weights cocktails.
“Hey Marlee what’s up? More to the point have you dialled the wrong number? Is Tania okay?” That is the first thing that creeps into my head, that something has happened to Tania, the thought is unbearable.
“No, no, no Ta…Tania is on top fucking form love, or she would be if you two would sort your shit out.” Marlee is pretty damn blunt for being intoxicated. Her indignation is very touching however, she cares about her friend deeply and is only thinking about her future happiness. I want to sort our shit out too, after that god-awful stripping job I realised just how much I want, and dare I say it how much I love Tania.
“Look Marlee, she didn’t tell me about Pierce. Judging by how much he kicked off at the club he has some issues that are still not resolved. Are you aware he actually loves her.” This is the crux of the issue, someone else being in love with Tania, someone sharing those intimate feelings that I have for Tania fills me with so much fucking rage. It wouldn’t be so bad but the guy is a total and utter douche.
“Look David we tried to warn her off him on so many different occasions but you know Tania she is a very headstrong woman. To be honest I didn’t think that bastard was actually capable of love but there you go. I don’t care that he loves Tania I mean come on who wouldn’t? What I am more concerned about is whether you love her or not?” Marlee emphasises this last point as if she is right in front of me poking me in the chest with an indignant finger. Do I love her? Do I fucking ever, she is the woman of my dreams. Love is not about being the same. Variety is the spice of life. Love is about going to the ends of the earth for that person. Love is giving them your heart, your soul and when you are with them you can feel your body firing, every synapse like a volt of electricity surging through-out you. Love does not give you the option to live without them. When you are not with them your heart feels like it is beating outside your body, with absolutely no control.
“Marlee I love her with everything I am and it is seriously tearing me up to stay away from her.” This is seriously a first for me admitting just how much my feelings for Tania are cutting me up emotionally. I am not an emotional guy but Tania just seems to make me emit these feelings openly. She is certainly a force to be reckoned with.
“Well that’s the only thing that matters then isn’t it? Fuck Pierce none of us give a flying shit what the guy feels, he is a complete and utter douche who doesn’t deserve a second thought. Anyway the reason I was phoning was to invite you to my reception tomorrow evening, shit actually tonight its tomorrow now isn’t it? Yes well, wear a tux and get your game face on. I am not going to tell Tania you will be there so I will see you at 6pm. Chow for now David.” And with that she hangs up the phone and the conversation is over for now. Marlee is a devious little thing, playing cupid with us both and her arrow has a direct hit on my heart it’s just a case of aiming for Tania’s now.
I arrive at the Hilton Hotel for the reception and feel strangely nervous. I cannot wait to see Tania but there is something niggling away at me. I cannot describe the feeling just something doesn’t feel right about tonight.
I step into the hotel foyer and I am directed into the dancehall by a geeky looking man with black rimmed spectacles that surely went out of fashion in the 60’s. I am informed that everyone is there already. Great, I will walk into the reception and Tania will no doubt spot me straight away, so much for sneaking in inconspicuously so that I can watch her for a while.
Thankfully most people are up at the bar undoubtedly helping themselves to free drink. I also notice that I blend in nicely with the other men wearing tuxedos. God it looks like a convention for penguins discussing the impacts of global warming on our igloos.
I take one of the plush seats lining the back wall of the dance hall. The hall looks amazing, Mark and Marlee have done an amazing job, and no doubt Mark is going to be paying for this for a good few years to come.
I spot Tania across the room with Marlee. Now I know that everyone gushes over the Bride, but Christ almighty Tania looks absolutely breath-taking in that bright pink sleeveless dress. It shows off her figure and her tits to perfection. How can this woman have such a spell over me, I know it’s my imagination but as she walks I am sure there is light just emitting from her, she is my angel. Christ I need to get a drink I am turning into one of those blokes I hate, those emotional saps you see in the movies.
I head over to the bar and order a large vodka and coke and stand next to a rather predatory looking female. What is it about weddings and alcohol that brings out the cougars? She has harlot red nails and lipstick and the next thing I know is that her hand disappears under the bar and she just out right grabs my ball sack. The cheek of the woman, I grab her wrist and place it back on t
he bar top, I am having no distractions whilst I get the love of my life back on home turf. I want to fuck her brains out where I stand, she just looks so bloody fuckable and those heels she is wearing with that dress, hot fucking damn!
Right David get your shit together, handsome, your long john silver is about to hopefully get a workout of the highest order. That thought has my cock standing to attention in about 0.5seconds, my machine can rev up quicker than a fucking Porsche 911.
I gulp down the remainder of my stiff drink. Talking of stiff I am going to have to head to the men’s room to readjust my pants first, I can’t go about the ball room with my cock looking like its holding up a ten man tent.
Luckily the men’s room is empty and I stick my hands down my pants and readjust the goods so that it is less noticeable. My cock is aching for her, I need to fuck her, and I am so turned on for her it’s painful, literally.
I head back into the ballroom and spot Tania standing talking to a male guest. Not in this lifetime you don’t fuck face. The guy is quite clearly drunk as a skunk and he also quite clearly wants into her fucking pants. Over my dead body! I slam my glass down and head over to where Tania and the guy that is well into Tania’s personal space, if he doesn’t back off right away he is going to have a fist sandwich straight down his throat.
I stand directly behind Tania and the douche just stares at me over her shoulder. This guy is so fucking drunk that he can’t even stare at me straight, his bloody eyes are as squint as hell. I place my hands on Tania’s shoulders and start rubbing her gently, her head swings round and stares at my features with total disbelief.
Yes baby I want you, with every fibre of my being. And this fucker better back his truck the fuck up, she is mine and I will protect what is mine until my dying day.
“Is this guy pestering you baby?” I state very loudly for not only this idiot’s benefit but also for Tania’s. I want Tania to know she is mine and no one gets any piece of her but me, I may be a control freak but I am her control freak. Just rubbing her shoulders and feeling her smooth silkiness has the one eyed snake trying to break free from the zip holding him in his cage. Come on David get a grip on that famous self-control you are almost dry humping her arse!
“Erm…no we were just em talking.” Tania stutters the words out, yes she is clearly surprised to see me. Tania is never short of words, ever. Just talking, eh? Maybe Tania feels they are just talking but this cock sure douche sure as hell is hoping he gets laid from it. Not on my watch prick.
“Look mate I was just having a friendly chat with erm Tilly here, you know how it is.” He drunkly replies to my hanging question. This is my point he can’t even get her name right. How in the hell can you mistake Tania with Tilly? Jesus Christ on a bike, the guy certainly thinks with his dick rather than his under developed brain.
“Right well you won’t mind me interjecting here then and having a lovely little chat with Tania.” I emphasise the name so the ape realises his error, though in his inebriated state he probably hasn’t a bloody clue. The guy backs off and trips over some little kid lying down on the dance floor. It could have been a scene from a pantomime it happened in what seemed like slow motion then he landed flat on his arse and the little kid started laughing at him. Serves the slimy eel right.
I turn back to Tania and stare into her beautiful eyes, they are so serene like a tranquil ocean inviting me in for a dip. Hopefully I get a dip of some other kind later on.
“Tania are you okay, you are shaking a little, are you cold?” I ask her attentively, I am unsure how she is going to react to me being here. I want her to fling her arms around me and tell me she missed me and we will have amazing make-up sex until the morning. Somehow I don’t think that it is going to go that way. Tania is going to want some serious answers as to why I sent her away at the club without another thought. Truth is I did give it another thought, I wanted to run after her, grab her around the waist and carry her back to my place. Truth is I didn’t and I have been in perpetual night ever since.
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What the hell is David doing here? Don’t get me wrong the sight of him in that tuxedo has me wilting on the spot. I am sure that spot on the floor where someone has spilled their drink is me as I feel I have melted into a puddle on the floor. I just loved how he battered off that guys attempt at getting laid, it shows that he actually does care. However, if he thinks that he is just going to come here and try and get me back he has another thing coming. He is going to have to work for it.
“David what are you doing here? You made it pretty clear that you felt it would be better that we don’t see each other again. I have done exactly what you asked but here you are standing in front of me.” I mutter quietly. I did exactly what he asked but god it hurt to do so, every day was painful without him. If things don’t work out again what is going to happen to me, undoubtedly I will have my heart torn out and trampled on once again.
“Tania I thought I would be easy to stay away, but I just cant. You mean too much to me, I think about you all the time. Every time I have a stripping job it fucking hurts. I think back to the night we met and whilst the punters are rubbing baby oil onto my torso I am imagining it’s your hands working me up. You are simply mesmerizing and I can’t get enough of you.” David is pleading with me, I can see the emotion in his eyes. For someone who plays a Dom in his spare time, he is letting that control slip away. Am I seeing the real David now, willing to bare all in order to get me back into his life?
“David is this not a little too late for all this soul baring now? You hurt me a lot with your words. That night in the club was one of the best of my life. When we fucked I would of gave you anything at that moment in time. Now that is not my way as you know, I prefer having sexual interactions with no strings it’s easier that way, no expectations means no complications. That night though, I would of happily entered into a healthy, strong relationship with you, not only sexually but also emotionally also.” I say this whilst rubbing my eyes, the tears are starting to prickle the corner of my eyes. I wipe them away not wanting David to see just how this has affected me emotionally, anyway I am at a bloody wedding for Christ’s sake. It’s the truth though he is the only man I have ever wanted to have a full blown relationship with.
Our discussion is momentarily interrupted as music starts playing through-out the ballroom. All the wedding guests start to form a circle around the centre of the dance floor. Marlee and Mark are in the centre of the circle ready to dance to the couple’s first dance. This is the part I have been dreading the most, entering halfway through the dance and dancing with man whore Steve. Where the hell is he anyway? I glance around the ballroom and see him and a women in the corner of the room. I recognise the bridesmaids dress instantly, its Helen and they both seem to be having a little game of tonsil tennis. Insatiable the pair of them! I chuckle to myself, Helen obviously got her way with him in the end then.
David is still standing beside me obviously not wanting to let me out of his sight. I am also joined by the other bridesmaids and Helen and Steve, they are joined at the hip, and yes I think Steve is most definitely on a promise tonight.
Now this is not a normal first dance that you would expect to see at a wedding. Marlee does not do conventional in most things. The song they have chosen is the Kings of Leon’s smash hit Sex on fire. This song describes Marlee and Mark down to a freaking T. Ever since they met, when Mark hired her services as an escort, their sex was literally a burning fire. I know this from some very descriptive and explicit discussions from Marlee describing what the sex was like between them.
Steve and myself enter halfway through the song and get our groove on. I can feel David’s eyes boring a hole into the back of my head, Yes he has a jealous streak in him, good. Keep watching David this shit is about to get real. Steve is so drunk he has a job keeping upright, but we keep this dance going for entertainment purposes only of course. We start gyrating about like it’s a rendition from Dirty Dancing, though Steve is anything
but Patrick Swayze, maybe his ugly second cousin twice removed. The guests start clapping and whooping at our moves but I am doing this purely for one guest only, David. David has a face like thunder right now and I do feel a stab of guilt, I am not a total bitch, I do love this man after all. The song ends and we are free to enjoy the rest of the wedding but I can’t help feeling that I have pushed the one man I have ever loved further away from me.
I am briefly joined by the rest of the girls for more champagne, if I am honest if I have any more champers I am going to resemble a giggling toddler. I am constantly running to the loo every ten seconds.
“So who invited our old stripper then, Tania?” Asks Helen whilst quite openly palming Steve’s package through his pants. God get a fecking room why don’t you.
“Yes who invited him, isn’t it exciting Tania. He came for you.” Catherine squeals into my ear. All the girls then start to jump up and down on the spot, nearly spilling out their boobs out of the dress. I don’t even need to ask who invited him I can see from Marlee’s face she is the culprit.
“Look Tania I had to do something, you two are totally crazy about each other. You would have done the same for me.” Marlee tells me. She walks over to me and gives me a huge hug and tells me to go and get him.
I head back over to where I had left David but he is no longer there. Don’t tell me I have put the final nail in the coffin and pushed him away for good. Just as that thought leaves my head I turn around and he is in the centre of the dance floor with a bloody microphone, tapping it once, twice, three times. What in the hell is going to happen now?
Chapter 14
I am taking a gamble here I know but I just have to get Tania to see things my way. I will not let her leave this wedding without listening to me outright, it means too much to me now. I tap on the microphone a few times to make sure it’s working, I glance around the dance floor and spot Marlee giving me the thumbs up and an apparent wink. I thought she might be for this. I know it’s their day but I just have to get Tania back. The night I told her that we shouldn’t be in touch was the most colossal mistake of my life.
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