After the bachelorette party, Sam didn't travel directly to her home town. Instead, she flew to her place in the city, retrieved her convertible, and made the five hour drive back. The car made no sense for a wedding weekend, and she knew it; she even had to ship all her bags.
She was just self-aware, and honest, enough to admit she wanted to rub her wedding weekend in a lot of faces.
Sam had never fit in well, in this tiny town. Her older sister, Tracy, whom she adored, was right at home. Hard working, salt of the earth, these were Tracy's people, Sam thought. By the time Sam was in high school, her parents were doing well enough to build their dream home out here in the middle of nowhere. They got to commute into the city to run their quickly growing empire, but Sam was left out here with the hicks.
She did the best she could, making good friends, dating, and making the most of it, but everyone knew she couldn't wait to get out. To get way out. Nobody left this town, though, and everyone told her she'd never amount to anything more than Daddy's little girl.
But she showed them. She went to an elite undergrad school, then an elite law school, and now she was very proud of her success.
Well, maybe she hadn't shown them yet, but she intended so.
It wasn't quite a record-scratch moment when she flung open the tattered door of the bar, but she felt the eyes of half the town on her as she paused in the doorway. She'd told her bridesmaids she was going to bed after the rehearsal dinner, but she decided to head back out after she learned her fiancé and his idiot friends had went into the city.
Sam was wearing a tight orange skirt, and a lacy, almost lingerie looking white top. Her hair was perfectly curled. She thought she might be the best looking girl ever to step foot in this run down nowhere, which was exactly what she wanted THEM to think.
A squeal came from her right. "SAM! OHMIGAWD!" It was one of her high school friends, invited to the wedding but not included in the bridal party.
"I can't believe you're here!" the friend, screamed. "I am SO excited for the wedding tomorrow. I bought the cutest dress online. I'm even making my husband wear a suit. It's THE event of all time!"
Sam beamed. It was precisely want she wanted; all of them, worshiping her, and the little bit of excitement she was brining home.
She let her friend buy her a drink, and made her way around the room, remaking old acquaintances and making sure everyone saw her.
Before long, Sam was feeling a little tipsy, and she was even enjoying seeing so many people she'd forgotten about.
Approaching the bar to order a drink, Sam felt someone slide up next to her. Something made her recognize him immediately, before she looked, before he even spoke.
"And the princess graces the common folk with her presence."
Sam turned to face a grown up version of a boy she once knew better than any other, and who once knew her the same way. He'd filled out over the years, and now he'd grown a full beard.
"Kyle, why am I not surprised to see you holding up the end of the bar?"
Kyle waived at the bartender, then turned back to his ex-girlfriend.
"I heard you were getting married this weekend. It's just THE event of the year," he mocked, in a fake female voice.
"Fuck off. You wish you were invited," Sam scolded back, show more irritation that she intended.
Kyle just rolled his eyes and picked up his beer bottle. "Come on. Some of the old gang is over by the pool tables. Grace us with your presence."
He walked away, and Sam couldn't help but notice his back side looked better than she remembered in his tight jeans. Pickup in her drink, she followed him across the room.
They'd dated most of the way through high school. She always knew he wasn't her type, and she also knew she only dated him to punish her parents, figuring if they were going to move her all the way out here, she was going to pick the dumbest hick guy she could find.
She did like him, though. He was simple, but when they were together, he could be very sweet. Plus, she did think he was extremely attractive, and if she found country guys hot today, he'd be the best of the lot.
Kyle was still hanging out with the same crew from high school, and while they weren't her favorite people on earth, she had spent a lot of time with them. It was fun to catch up, and she found it easier than she imagined to make conversation.
As the night wore on, the crowd slowly disappeared, and before she knew it, Sam was sitting at the end of the bar with Kyle reminiscing about the days gone by. He wasn't so bad, she thought, and she slightly regretted not inviting him to the wedding.
She couldn't help but be slightly charmed, just like she was in high school. As she ran her finger around the rim of her cocktail glass, she felt like a schoolgirl again. Kyle was the opposite of her fiancé. He was big and dumb and rugged, and he didn't know the right thing to say, but it made it all the sweeter when he did it accidentally.
"You know, I have something of yours?"
"Yeah?" Sam replied, confused.
"Yeah, back at the house. I've meant to send it to you a few times, but didn't know where."
"What is it?" Sam asked, genuinely intrigued.
"It's stupid. Forget I said anything." Kyle replied, playing with his beer bottle.
Sam shoved him. "No seriously, I want to know. What is it?"
"It's just...it's something I kept, and I shouldn't have." Kyle said, almost sheepishly.
Sam couldn't explain what came over her, but her own words surprised even her. "Let's go get it!"
With a bounce, she was up off the barstool. Kyle was confused, but shrugged, and an instant later, they were rumbling down the empty street in his oversized truck.
He always had a too-big truck, and Sam forgot how she felt like the queen of this little shitberg when she rode up here with him.
Before long, he pulled up in front of a house she remembered all too well.
"You moved into your parents house." Sam said, a bit too condescendingly.
"It's a good house." Kyle replied, flatly, swinging his door open.
Sam felt like she was stepping into a time machine. The furniture was all the same. The pictures on the way well there same. There was even that weird board with a bunch of little spoons. The only thing that was different was the big TV in the living room, and the beer bottles on the coffee table.
Kyle disappeared into the kitchen, and then came back, handing her a bottle of beer. Sam took a drink, and looked around. Would have have been her life, if she stayed?
"Have a seat, I'll be right back," Kyle said, walking up the stairs.
Sam sunk back into the old couch, the same couch where she and Kyle had a lot of fun, back in the day. This was where she lost her virginity, while his parents were sleeping upstairs. It felt like a million years ago.
Kyle reappeared, holding an orange and black coat. He reached out, handing it to Sam.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, scooting forward and taking it. "You kept my letter jacket?"
"It was in the truck, the night we broke up. It seems really stupid, and I knew I should get it to your parents, but I couldn't let it go for a while."
Sam blushed, feeling bad. She hadn't been exactly graceful about dumping him, and now she felt bad. She'd never really stopped to consider he'd been so hurt.
Kyle sat down on the couch next to her, a little too close, and used his phone to turn on some music.
"Kyle, I'm...I'm sorry. I just worried if I didn't leave, right then, I wouldn't, and..." her voice trailed off. It wasn't entirely true, as she never seriously considered staying, but it wasn't entirely untrue, either. She did like him, maybe even loved him, and she knew she had to cut things off clean.
"It's ok, boo" he replied, softly. She hadn't been called that since the night they broke up.
Sam found herself leaning against him, his big body feeling safe and secure next to her. His work shirt felt rough against the soft skin of her face. He smelled like sawdust, which she found oddly comforting.
Kyle put his arm around her. Sam nuzzled in, finding a space that used to be so safe and familiar.
What happened next, happened so fast, she couldn't quite process it. Kyle twisted just a tiny bit her direction, and placing his hand on her chin, drew her face up and gave her a kiss. Being back in this house, on this couch, with someone she remembered so well, it felt natural to kiss back. His lips felt just as she remembered, and she moaned softly as their lips parted and his tongue found its way into her mouth. She kissed back passionately, placing a hand on his lap. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and without thinking about it, she started to massage him through his pants.
Kyle repositioned her so she was lying across his lap, leaning down to kiss her as his he ran one hand up her leg. She parted her knees instinctively, allowing him to push his hand up, just under the edge of her orange skirt. He continued to kiss her, holding her with one hand, massaging her leg with the other.
It felt like old times, and Sam had no instinct to stop. She wiggled on his lap, spreading her legs, and giving him complete access. Lifting her ass, Kyle pulled her skirt up to her waste. He stopped kissing her, looking down at her already half-naked body.
"No panties," he said.
Sam smiled, and then pushed her self down towards his hand. Her stomach shuddered as he slowly ran his rough finger across her lips. She was already wet, and quickly coated the tips of his fingers. With his other hand, he pulled her top up, so her tits were out and exposed. With one hand, he played with her breasts, with the other, he slid between her lips, stopping to play with her clit.
Sam moaned softly. Her mind went back to so many nights on this couch, just like this. Kyle always loved to get her naked, while he stayed clothed, and play with her. He liked to watch, to study her as her body reacted to his every touch.
She felt a finger slip between her lips, into her pussy. Sam moaned loudly, as Kyle's finger gently started massaging her g-spot. He'd learned a new trick, she thought, as she ground her hips against his hand. Her chest was heaving, as he stopped playing with her breasts, and used the other hand to massage her clit.
Sam felt an orgasm quickly approaching, her breath deepening as she moaned louder and louder. Kyle pushed his finger harder against the upper wall of her pussy, his finger roughly massaging her clit. She closed her eyes, her body shaking. She felt something she'd never felt before, a rush of warmth around her pussy, almost like a flood.
"Fuck" Kyle muttered. "I don't remember you being a squirter!"
"I'm not," Sam moaned. "Not until now."
Kyle continued to masturbate her, but she felt a rock hard bulge right by her head. She had to have it. Turning over and climbing up onto all fours, she positioned her head above his lap and unbuckled his pants. Pulling them down, his rock hard cock sprung out before her, just the way she remembered it. Sam didn't hesitate. She buried her face into his lap, devouring his cock with her mouth.
Kyle placed a hand on the back of her head, driving her mouth down onto him. Sam moaned, as he continued to finger her. She rocked back, fucking his hand, while he did the same to her face. She loved the way he tasted, and she felt an ache within her, crying out to feel him deep inside her.
"Damn, your pussy feels so good and wet. I missed that mouth," Kyle moaned, continuing to hold her head and drive himself into her mouth. Sam felt so dirty, so sexy.
Kyle moaned again. "I can't believe this little hole is going to belong to someone else by tomorrow."
Sam's heart skipped a beat. She'd completely forgotten, in the moment, why she was here. She was getting married! In the morning, she'd walk down he aisle, in front of everyone she loved, and here she was, with her ex-boyfriend's cock in her mouth, his fingers deep in her pussy. She thought about stopping, she knew she had to, and yet, she also knew this was her last chance before she belonged to one man, forever.
Pushing her head up and off of him, Sam arched her back and moved up to look Kyle straight in the eyes.
"Not tonight," she cooed, "tonight, it's going to be all yours, one more time."
Kyle needed no more encouragement. Pushing her away, he rose to his feet and tore his clothes off. Sam stayed positioned on all fours, atop the couch, with her skirt bunched up at her waste, and her top pulled up to let her tits hang loose.
He moved to the couch behind her, aiming his hard cock straight at her. Sam felt it graze against the lips of her pussy. Then, like she belonged to him, he pushed himself into her. She felt her walls stretch open, as he entered her all the way down to his balls. She cried out in pleasure, his hard dick filling her completely.
Kyle began fucking her from behind, holding her by the hips and driving himself into her. She liked that he wasn't trying to make love to her. It was the last night before she got married, and she wanted to get fucked good and hard, one more time. The sound of their bodies slapping tougher sent her over the edge, the walls of her pussy gripping him, her body shaking with a thundering orgasm.
"FUCK!" Kyle cried out, holding her still. "So fucking tight. You just about made me cum."
"Not yet," Sam said, pulling herself away from him. "Sit," she demanded, pulling her top over her head. Sliding her skirt down, she positioned herself on his lap, facing away, and buried herself down onto his cock.
Kyle put his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down. Sam rode him like she knew she never did when they were dating; she'd learned some new tricks as well. She grew even wetter as Kyle moaned louder and louder, Sam using her pussy to pleasure him in a way she was sure he'd never felt before. She pulled at her breasts as they flew from side to side, while she bounced atop his cock.
Just before he was about to cum, Sam stood up, leaving his cock twitching in his lap.
"Fucking bitch," Kyle moaned. "I was almost there."
"Not yet," she teased, leaning over him and giving him a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss. "Now, come give me one last hard fucking before I'm gone forever."
Kyle took her by the shoulder and practically threw her onto the couch. Climbing over her, he put himself back inside her. Sam loved the way he felt atop her, his dick buried in her wet hole.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, "take my pussy one last time."
Kyle moaned louder and louder, his hips driving him deep within her. "Fucking cunt is so tight." he cried out.
Sam moaned, her body shaking. Her fiancé would never talk to her like this, and she loved it. She could feel another orgasm getting closer and closer, and Kyle used her body to pleasure himself. She felt pinned down, and completely out of control.
Kyle grunted. "Fuck. Fucking hole is going to make me cum."
Then he drove himself down into her, one last time. Calling out loudly, Sam felt Kyle's cock shudder and pulse inside her. She'd never let her fiancé finish inside her without a condom, and while part of her called out to push him away, her body gave in. She convulsed in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt in her entire life, her pussy milking him dry, taking in every drop.
Kyle moaned one last time, and practically fell off of her. Sam laid there, lost in a blissful cloud, for the longest time.
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The wedding was exactly the day she imagined. The barn she'd had professionally decorated was like something out of fairy tale. The entire town was in awe. As she started down the aisle, she saw Kyle on the far end of the row, in a cheap looking suit, with some girl she didn't recognize. As she made her way toward the man of her dreams, looking like a princess, she was the only one who knew what she had done, and that she still had his cum sticky to her body. Later that night, she intended to pin her new husband down, and make him add his seed to whatever was left of Kyle within her.
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