by Anya Aurelie
I should change back into my clothes, I thought, looking around, before remembering that my mom had taken them with her for safekeeping. Damn! But I wouldn’t let it stop me.
I got a few stares as I flew through the lobby in my wedding dress, keys in hand, but I didn’t care. Good thing my mom had gone home — she surely would’ve told me not to go to the party. “It’s unbecoming of a bride to…blah blah blah,” she’d probably say. But who cares what she thought. In just a few days, I would be moving to the other side of the country with Johnny, into the house where he’d been living for the duration of our relationship, which had mostly been long-distance. We both traveled enough that I knew the place well, but I’d miss my home when I left, and I’d certainly miss cheerleading.
And I was excited to have one last hour of fun with my boys.
When I pulled up outside Matt’s house, it was clear the party was already going strong. I could see a few of the players through the kitchen window, big, burly, fit men most women would’ve paid to go to a party with. I sure did love these guys.
I knocked tentatively at the door and then pushed it open when there was no response, and suddenly all eyes were on me.
“Holly!” “Oh my god!” “What the hell you wearing, girl?!” “Did you leave him at the altar?” came the chorus of greetings.
I shrugged modestly. “Little bit of a delay with the wedding. I thought I’d just stop by and say congrats. I’m going to miss you guys so much.” I noticed a few of the players eying my cleavage, and wondered whether the dress I’d chosen was too provocative after all.
Nope, I decided. I wouldn’t always be able to pull this look off. I was glad I was showing off while I still had the body for it.
“Come on in,” Chase said, appearing out of the kitchen. “Look at you! Can I get you something to drink?”
Most of the players didn’t drink, but a few of them would have a single beer, and one of the wide receivers was mixing some kind of batch cocktail on the wide bar.
“Sure, I’ll have whatever Ethan’s making,” I said, and Chase poured me a red drink from the pitcher. I watched his hands as he moved, so strong and huge, and wondered if it was true what they said about men with big hands.
Chase brushed his palm over my lower back flirtatiously as he handed me the cocktail, and I congratulated him again on his amazing pass. We chatted for a moment, and then he was whisked away by one of the other players. I was sad to see him go, but reminded myself that I’d see him plenty tonight — when I, ahem, married his brother.
God, the athleticism of these men was such a turn-on. I looked around me at all the huge players in the room and greeted a few of my fellow cheerleaders, noticing for what felt like the millionth time how small the girls looked standing beside the men.
The cocktail went to my head fast, and I was checking my phone to make sure I wouldn’t be late getting back to the hotel when I felt someone knock into me from behind. The last remaining sip of the red drink jumped out of the glass and landed on the skirt of my beautiful wedding dress. The entire room seemed to gasp, me loudest of all.
Shit! What was I thinking coming here? I berated myself, turning angrily to see who had bumped me.
“Oh geez, Holly, I am so sorry,” Chase said, looking horrified, and my anger immediately turned to compassion. He obviously felt awful about not paying enough attention to where he was going.
“Oh — no — it’s not your fault,” I said quickly, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity. “But I need to get to the bathroom to wash this out.”
“I’ll help you,” Chase said immediately, and led me down the hall, again resting his hand on the small of my back to guide me. The feel of his large, warm hand made me feel instantly better. My pussy throbbed out its approval too, and I knew I was very, very wet.
In the huge, immaculate bathroom, I leaned over the sink while Chase looked through the cabinets in search of a stain remover. But every time I tried to get the red stain under the faucet, the rest of my dress tumbled into the basin with it. There was simply too much material, and it was too heavy.
“Chase, I need your help,” I said, and had him hold my dress in place while I scrubbed at the red mark, wondering just how obvious it would be if a pink splotch remained.
“Nice garter,” Chase said with a teasing smirk, pulling my dress up a little higher to take a peak at my lacy undergarments.
“Hey!” I said in mock horror. “You’re not supposed to see that!”
He pulled the dress up further still, as though challenging me, and leaned down to blatantly stare at my silk panties, lace-topped stockings, garter, and the suspenders of my garter belt that held the stockings up.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” he said. “My brother’s a lucky man to get to plow that field.”
“Quit it!” I said, playfully swatting at him, and then straightened up and looked right at him. I decided to tell him the truth. After all, it had been hard enough to remain a virgin, I might as well be proud of it. “Actually,” I said, “your brother hasn’t plowed anything yet.”
He looked at me as though confused. “What do you mean? You two haven’t…?”
“No,” I said. “I’m saving myself for marriage. Tonight’s the night. Finally.”
Chase got a challenging glint in his eye, and he lifted up my skirt again to stare at my exposed skin in my undergarments. “Really,” he said thoughtfully, then glanced back up at my face, which was reddening further and further as the spot in my dress got less red. I ignored him and continued to rub at the stain, even though it had all but disappeared by now, to my relief.
“So you’re saying, my brother never did this to you?” he asked, and I gasped as I felt his huge hand wrap around my upper thigh, just above where my stockings ended.
“No, he’s done that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I felt my pussy throb.
“All right. So then, this.” And he trailed his fingers lightly up my inner thigh to rest on the thin strip of fabric covering my pussy. I was sure he could feel the immense heat coming off it as I stared at him. I felt myself throbbing harder, and when he raised an eyebrow at me, I knew he could feel it too.
“He’s done that too,” I said, my voice catching in my throat as I spoke.
“So he’s never done…this,” he said, his voice a whisper now as he dipped one finger beneath the fabric of my silky panties, and I felt him touching the raw, bare skin that no one had ever touched before.
“No,” I whispered back, barely able to breathe. “No, no one’s ever never done that.”
Without speaking, Chase knelt down on the floor beside me, his face at eye level with my moistening panties.
“I bet you’re going crazy,” he whispered. “I bet you’re so horny you can’t wait to be spread open and have my brother’s fat cock plunge deep inside of you.”
I swallowed. “I’m very horny,” I whispered back. I didn’t mention that I’d really rather it be his cock that plunge inside of me.
“You know,” he said, “you really shouldn’t go to the ceremony all distracted like this. You want to be calm and focused at your wedding. Right now all you can think about is getting fucked. Isn’t that right?”
I didn’t say anything. It was true, in this moment all I could think about was getting fucked, but it certainly didn’t help that his lips were mere inches from my cunt.
“It would be so much better for you if you could release all that tension beforehand,” he continued, staring up at me. His voice was hypnotic, and though I knew exactly what he was doing, knew that he had probably said the same to countless other women, and though I had resisted similar advances so many times, I couldn’t seem to turn away from Chase.
“It’s your last chance to be a carefree single lady,” he said, and his hand drifted up my inner thigh, tickling the sensitive skin until it reached almost to my panties, then trailing back down the other leg. I could hardly breathe. “Don’t you want to take advantage of your last moments
of singlehood?”
“What do you propose?” I whispered.
“I propose,” he said, smiling up at me in that way that made me melt, “that you and I got into the bedroom, and I teach you a thing or two that will come in handy when you’re married. Teach you how to please a man.”
I gulped. I should put a stop to this, I knew, but I felt frozen in that spot, frozen except for my pussy, which was melting to the point that I was almost dripping down my leg.
Chase reached out and snapped the clasps of the suspenders that attached my stockings to my garter belt. I felt them swaying for a moment before resting against my skin.
Chase reached out a hand to me then, and I helped him up. Without saying a word, he led me out of the bathroom and to the end of the hall, where a beautifully made up guest room was waiting. Chase pushed me gently down on the bed and closed the door behind us. The bed was so soft. Nothing felt real.
Then he climbed on top of me and began kissing me, his mouth soft and warm and wet, and his kisses both delicate and firm, taking control of my mouth. I kissed him back without meaning to, feeling as though my body were acting without input from my head, which was telling me not to fuck my fiancé’s brother.
Shut up, brain, I told it, and kissed him back.
Chase’s hand drifted down my neck, and I felt his fingers trace the neckline of my gown, up and down with the line of my cleavage. My skin prickled with his touch, and my nipples instantly stood up. He reached one hand between my breasts, down my gown, and then fondled one breast in its entirety, squeezing it hard in his massive hand.
I moaned, unable to stop myself.
He tweaked my nipple, pinching it the way I had in my fantasy about him, and I felt the hardness of his cock against my leg, through layers upon layers of tulle and lace and silk. This was so wrong, so very wrong, to make out with my fiancé’s brother while in my wedding dress, only a couple of hours before the ceremony. But I just couldn’t stop myself.
Chase’s mouth moved down my body, licking my cleavage, his hands outlining my curves all the way down my torso to my hips, but not making any moves to remove my dress.
“I want to fuck you in your wedding dress,” he said, looking me straight in the eye with that same devilish grin I knew so well — that grin I could never resist.
My pussy responded by giving another huge throb, and I knew that some part of me loved the idea. “You’re so naughty,” I whispered, and he nodded, slowly.
Chase inched down my body until he was resting against the end of the bed, between my legs. Then he lifted up my skirt, part of it still heavy from the wetness where I’d scrubbed at it, and nothing felt important anymore except this moment, except getting his cock inside of me, except feeling him pound into me. He set my skirt back down at my hips, and I could hardly see him through the mounds of fabric puffed up around me. I knew that my undergarments were exposed to him, with my already-unfastened garter suspenders, and he stood there, leaning into the bed, inches from my panties.
Then he grasped my knees with each hand and pushed his fingers up my legs until one hand was resting on either side of my hips, the silky fabric of my underwear beneath his fingers. I could put a stop to this still, I thought. I don’t have to do this.
But I knew it was too late. I was all in. Chase Kilroy, star quarterback for the Cougars and brother of the man I was about to marry, was going to take my virginity. And I couldn’t wait.
Chase hooked his fingers under either side of my panties and began inching them down my legs. I still couldn’t see, but I felt the moment when my pussy was exposed to the cooler air in the room — when my pussy was exposed to his eyes.
He pulled the panties off of me, then spread my legs open and began tracing the outline of my pussy lips with one finger.
“Sister-in-law-to-be, your pussy is perfect. What a shame that you’re marrying my brother.”
I moaned again at the feel of his finger against my skin, wanted nothing more than for him to push that finger inside of me.
“So you’re a virgin, huh?” he continued. “I can’t wait to pop that beautiful virgin cherry. My cock is so hard thinking about it. Do you like the sound of that?”
“Yes,” I admitted, hardly breathing. “Yes, I want you to pop my cherry more than anything. Please. Do it. Take me. Fuck me.”
Instead, Chase reclasped my garter suspenders without my panties, then stood up and took me in from head to toe: wedding dress, garter belt, stockings, naked pussy. Then he stripped off his clothes, and I watched as his muscular body appeared, perfectly chiseled and beautiful. God, I wanted him. I’d wanted him for so long. Why had that been so hard to admit? Yes, he was a playboy. He’d probably fucked dozens of women in the time he’d been on the team. But why couldn’t I have been one of them? It suddenly didn’t matter to me that I was no one’s first, that my own first time wouldn’t be with my husband. Waiting for marriage didn’t seem so important in this moment.
Getting fucked was all that was important. Getting fucked by Chase.
I gasped when he took off his pants and I saw the outline of an enormous cock poking from his boxers. He came around to one side of the bed and approached me. “Grab it,” he commanded, and I reached out and squeezed his cock through the fabric, the first time I’d ever touched one in my whole life.
Then he slid his boxers to the floor and I grabbed the real thing, bare, huge. I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it, he was so big. I imagined that thing splitting me open.
First, though, I leaned in toward him while he towered over me, and licked him. I glanced up at him and saw that same sexy grin on his face, dimples and all, and I took his cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face, gently and first and then harder and faster.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked, and I nodded and made an “mm-hmm” noise as best I could.
“Get it nice and wet,” he instructed, “because I’m about to shove it deep into your virgin pussy.” I did, licking the whole thing up to his balls and staring up at him, marveling in his sexiness. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped his cock against my chest a few times, shoved it between my breasts down my dress, then shoved it back into my mouth one last time to get it fully lubed up.
Chase moved back between my legs, and I spread my legs apart as far as they’d go, feeling the stockings pulling at me. I wondered how I looked to him. Given how intensely swollen his cock was, I was guessing he liked what he saw.
Chase kneeled on the bed between my legs, and then came the moment I’d been dreaming about for years. The tip of his cock found my slick hole. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” I said, and he began to push.
I was so wet. He slid a little ways into my pussy, and then was caught. I wasn’t sure I even had a hymen anymore — I’d heard that most women’s broke before they were ever penetrated, if they waited as long as I had, and certainly when I’d been cheering for so long. But when I felt him continue pushing and felt the resistance inside of me, I knew it was there. When I masturbated I put a single finger inside of myself, never more, and now I realized that I’d never put anything nearly as wide as a cock in there.
I braced myself. Chase pulled out and began pushing inside of me again, and a moment later I felt a pop as he pushed through and broke my cherry. It hurt for only a moment, and then felt amazing as the entirety of his cock slid deep into me. He filled me up all the way. I gasped.
“You feel so good,” I moaned, and he began moving in and out of me, filling and emptying my cunt with every stroke.
“Oh Holly, oh fuck,” he moaned. “I love taking your virgin pussy on your wedding day.”