Boyz in The Bride III
'Taken at The Alter'
Standing at the front of the church, just in front of the alter, I felt
like I was on stage. I was alone up there with everyone else seated in the pews. I gazed towards the back of the intimate church where my bride would soon make her appearence. My mind wandered to the events which had led up to today. Six months ago I would never would have believed any of it and if someone had told me a story like it, I would have said that they where sick, weird, perverted, warped and should be in an institution.
My journey to this moment had begun six months ago. Amanda and I had been dating for almost a year and we where hopelessly in love. Amanda was so stunningly sweet and beautiful that it hurt. She had a body that any playmate would be envious of. The sight of her in a bathing suit had left me limp. Her narrow waist made her full firm breasts only seem bigger.The volutuous body teetered on top of shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Her perfectly shaped face was that of an angel. Big soft eyes, a pert nose and full pouty lips made me melt every time I looked at her. Crowning my princess was a soft cloud of glimmering golden hair that cascaded down her back in big curls that bounced when she walked. I was always surprised at how animated Amanda was. One minute she was a giggly little girl, the next an elegant sophisticated woman of the world.
Amanda and I had been sitting on the couch at her place, half watching a movie but paying more attention to each other than the TV. I was pretty nervous and Amanda felt it. Her delicate fingers brushed my cheek and she gently pulled my head around to face her. Amanda looked into my eyes and softly asked,
"Whats wrong darling? You seem pre-occupied tonight. Is everything okay?"
I smiled sweetly at her and cupped her one hand in both of mine while I pressed my cheek against her other hand.
"Everything is almost perfect Amanda." I replied. "I...well..." My tongue suddenly felt like taffy in my mouth and the words would'nt come.
Amanda looked at me quizicly. We could and did talk about any and everything. As much as we where hopelessly in love, we where also best friends and shared our hopes, dreams and ideals freely and openly. This was the first time I had been tongue tied with my gorgeous girlfriend.
I gulped, took a deep breath and slid off of the couch. On one knee I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Amanda was extremely intelligent and grasped the situation immediately. Her mouth
went round and her eyes opened wide, staring into mine. As I flipped open the box with one hand (a move I had practiced endlessly), Amanda's hands
tightened on mine.
"Amanda my love...will you marry me?" I blurted out. The words came effortlessly. I'd been wanting to say them for months and they rolled off my tongue easily.
Amanda sucked in her breath as her eyes darted from the glittering diamond twinkling in the box, to my eyes, and back again.
I let go of her hands and pulled the ring out of it's box. As the box fell to the floor I took her left hand and guided the ring onto her third finger. Amanda stared at the ring for a long moment then slowly raised her head and slid towards me. Her arms encircled my neck and she crushed her lips to mine. I rolled backwards and settled onto the carpet with Amanda on top of me, her tongue feverish in my mouth. She kissed me desperately for a long time and I eagerly returned the passionate kiss. Amanda and I had never done more than kiss, and we kissed a lot! We where fantastic at it and spent a lot of time exploring each others mouths with our tongues.
Amanda finally unlocked her mouth from mine and pulled her face away a few inches. Her eyes where moist as she stared into mine with a look of
wanton lust.
"I'll take that as a yes?" I asked breathlessly.
Amanda grinned and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Yes sweetheart...yes!...oh yes! I'll be your bride!"
We kissed again, somewhat more gently this time. Eventually we disentangled ourselves and sat back on the couch. The movie long forgotten, we cuddled. Amanda's one arm held me tightly as she held her other one out, moving her hand slowly to see the diamond twinkling in the light.
The rest of the evening passed almost wordlessly as we basked in the warm glow of our love and new found commitment to each other. Eventually, reluctantly, I went home to my apartment, Amanda's parting kiss still tingling on my lips.
During one of our heart to heart talks a couple of months previously, Amanda had revealed to me that she was a complete virgin and would remain so until her wedding day. While I'd been a bit dissapointed to hear this (I'd been hoping to finally make love with her as our love blossimed),
I was also thrilled. I'd already been thinking about marriage and this ment that if everything went according to plan I'd be the first man to penetrate this lovely delicate flower. Now, with this fantasy soon to become a reality, I lusted madly for her. I'd taken hundreds of pictures of her (she loved to pose for my camera!), and had a screensaver on my computer that flipped through them. I got little sleep that night. I sat in front of my computer masterbating to the pictures of my bethrothed as I fantasized about our wedding night. I saw her in her elegant and ornate bridal gown kneeling between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. The front part of her bridal veil would be draped over my penis as she sucked deeply on it, her glittering pink lips sliding up and down it's length, the veil providing a hint of modesty for my virgin bride. I saw her laying on the bridal bed, her gown up around her waist, myself laying between her thighs licking her. I saw myself on top of her, taking her virginity. Finally I saw her laying on her stomach with me straddling her buttocks, taking her anally.
The next evening Amanda surprised me by appearing at my door soon after
I'd gotten home from work. As soon as I opened it, she flowed through the
door into my arms and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss fervently. I was thrilled that Amanda was so obviously enthusiastic about our engagement. Finally coming up for air, I stared into my fiancees
eyes and said with a grin,
"Hi sweetheart. What brings you here?"
Amanda's smile endeared her to me and she answered,
"Something earth shaking darling. Lets get tea first, then sit down."
We exchanged small talk as I made us tea. I'd already ***** a dozen pots of it that day trying to stay awake and felt like I was sloshing when I walked.
I brought our two mugs to the couch where Amanda was already sitting and sat down beside her. I noticed that she also looked at a loss for sleep and remarked about it,
"I guess you did'nt get much sleep last night either."
Amanda grinned and answered,
"No I did'nt sweetheart..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing,
"There's something I have to tell you John. It's pretty big and...well...I'm worried about how you'll take it." Amanda's expression had gone serious with a hint of apprehension thrown in. I tried to calm her worries,
"Amanda darling, you know that you can tell me anything. No matter what it is, it won't change the fact that we're going to be married soon and that I love you now, and forever."
I was getting a little worried myself but tried not to show it. Putting my tea on the coffee table I took her hand in both of mine and held it warmly. It was then I noticed the smallish hardcover book in her other hand. She clutched it tightly. My gaze left the book to look at her
earnistly as she began,
'Taken at The Alter'
Standing at the front of the church, just in front of the alter, I felt
like I was on stage. I was alone up there with everyone else seated in the pews. I gazed towards the back of the intimate church where my bride would soon make her appearence. My mind wandered to the events which had led up to today. Six months ago I would never would have believed any of it and if someone had told me a story like it, I would have said that they where sick, weird, perverted, warped and should be in an institution.
My journey to this moment had begun six months ago. Amanda and I had been dating for almost a year and we where hopelessly in love. Amanda was so stunningly sweet and beautiful that it hurt. She had a body that any playmate would be envious of. The sight of her in a bathing suit had left me limp. Her narrow waist made her full firm breasts only seem bigger.The volutuous body teetered on top of shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Her perfectly shaped face was that of an angel. Big soft eyes, a pert nose and full pouty lips made me melt every time I looked at her. Crowning my princess was a soft cloud of glimmering golden hair that cascaded down her back in big curls that bounced when she walked. I was always surprised at how animated Amanda was. One minute she was a giggly little girl, the next an elegant sophisticated woman of the world.
Amanda and I had been sitting on the couch at her place, half watching a movie but paying more attention to each other than the TV. I was pretty nervous and Amanda felt it. Her delicate fingers brushed my cheek and she gently pulled my head around to face her. Amanda looked into my eyes and softly asked,
"Whats wrong darling? You seem pre-occupied tonight. Is everything okay?"
I smiled sweetly at her and cupped her one hand in both of mine while I pressed my cheek against her other hand.
"Everything is almost perfect Amanda." I replied. "I...well..." My tongue suddenly felt like taffy in my mouth and the words would'nt come.
Amanda looked at me quizicly. We could and did talk about any and everything. As much as we where hopelessly in love, we where also best friends and shared our hopes, dreams and ideals freely and openly. This was the first time I had been tongue tied with my gorgeous girlfriend.
I gulped, took a deep breath and slid off of the couch. On one knee I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Amanda was extremely intelligent and grasped the situation immediately. Her mouth
went round and her eyes opened wide, staring into mine. As I flipped open the box with one hand (a move I had practiced endlessly), Amanda's hands
tightened on mine.
"Amanda my love...will you marry me?" I blurted out. The words came effortlessly. I'd been wanting to say them for months and they rolled off my tongue easily.
Amanda sucked in her breath as her eyes darted from the glittering diamond twinkling in the box, to my eyes, and back again.
I let go of her hands and pulled the ring out of it's box. As the box fell to the floor I took her left hand and guided the ring onto her third finger. Amanda stared at the ring for a long moment then slowly raised her head and slid towards me. Her arms encircled my neck and she crushed her lips to mine. I rolled backwards and settled onto the carpet with Amanda on top of me, her tongue feverish in my mouth. She kissed me desperately for a long time and I eagerly returned the passionate kiss. Amanda and I had never done more than kiss, and we kissed a lot! We where fantastic at it and spent a lot of time exploring each others mouths with our tongues.
Amanda finally unlocked her mouth from mine and pulled her face away a few inches. Her eyes where moist as she stared into mine with a look of
wanton lust.
"I'll take that as a yes?" I asked breathlessly.
Amanda grinned and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Yes sweetheart...yes!...oh yes! I'll be your bride!"
We kissed again, somewhat more gently this time. Eventually we disentangled ourselves and sat back on the couch. The movie long forgotten, we cuddled. Amanda's one arm held me tightly as she held her other one out, moving her hand slowly to see the diamond twinkling in the light.
The rest of the evening passed almost wordlessly as we basked in the warm glow of our love and new found commitment to each other. Eventually, reluctantly, I went home to my apartment, Amanda's parting kiss still tingling on my lips.
During one of our heart to heart talks a couple of months previously, Amanda had revealed to me that she was a complete virgin and would remain so until her wedding day. While I'd been a bit dissapointed to hear this (I'd been hoping to finally make love with her as our love blossimed),
I was also thrilled. I'd already been thinking about marriage and this ment that if everything went according to plan I'd be the first man to penetrate this lovely delicate flower. Now, with this fantasy soon to become a reality, I lusted madly for her. I'd taken hundreds of pictures of her (she loved to pose for my camera!), and had a screensaver on my computer that flipped through them. I got little sleep that night. I sat in front of my computer masterbating to the pictures of my bethrothed as I fantasized about our wedding night. I saw her in her elegant and ornate bridal gown kneeling between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. The front part of her bridal veil would be draped over my penis as she sucked deeply on it, her glittering pink lips sliding up and down it's length, the veil providing a hint of modesty for my virgin bride. I saw her laying on the bridal bed, her gown up around her waist, myself laying between her thighs licking her. I saw myself on top of her, taking her virginity. Finally I saw her laying on her stomach with me straddling her buttocks, taking her anally.
The next evening Amanda surprised me by appearing at my door soon after
I'd gotten home from work. As soon as I opened it, she flowed through the
door into my arms and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss fervently. I was thrilled that Amanda was so obviously enthusiastic about our engagement. Finally coming up for air, I stared into my fiancees
eyes and said with a grin,
"Hi sweetheart. What brings you here?"
Amanda's smile endeared her to me and she answered,
"Something earth shaking darling. Lets get tea first, then sit down."
We exchanged small talk as I made us tea. I'd already ***** a dozen pots of it that day trying to stay awake and felt like I was sloshing when I walked.
I brought our two mugs to the couch where Amanda was already sitting and sat down beside her. I noticed that she also looked at a loss for sleep and remarked about it,
"I guess you did'nt get much sleep last night either."
Amanda grinned and answered,
"No I did'nt sweetheart..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing,
"There's something I have to tell you John. It's pretty big and...well...I'm worried about how you'll take it." Amanda's expression had gone serious with a hint of apprehension thrown in. I tried to calm her worries,
"Amanda darling, you know that you can tell me anything. No matter what it is, it won't change the fact that we're going to be married soon and that I love you now, and forever."
I was getting a little worried myself but tried not to show it. Putting my tea on the coffee table I took her hand in both of mine and held it warmly. It was then I noticed the smallish hardcover book in her other hand. She clutched it tightly. My gaze left the book to look at her
earnistly as she began,
