The Wedding Dress Christina: Chapter Two The dress hung on its hanger over her closet door. It seemed to fill her small girlish room, beckoning her. Christina walked over to it, leaving the seating plans she was working so hard on. Her fingers stroked the soft, smooth cloth. She opened the closet door and looked through her wardrobe. 'I'm tired of working on this seating chart. Perhaps Kevin isn't busy.' She pulled out a one of her dresses, looking at it critically. Too childish, she thought. She reached back, still not finding anything that interested her. Soon, her clothes were strewn across her room, and Christina was dressed in an old pair of cut off jeans, that were worn smooth and probably a size too small. They showed off her long, toned legs. She wore a camisole she usually wore under her church dress, lacy along the chest line, and form fitting. She smiled lasciviously as she looked at herself in the mirror. 'Not bad for a virginal farm girl.' She grabbed her keys off her desk, and walked out the door. She got into her car, pointing it in the direction of Kevin's house. She had the windows open, and the wind blew her hair about, giving it that wild look. She pulled up to the house, but noticed it was dark. Maybe he's at the roadhouse, she thought as she put the car into reverse. She turned off her Christian tape, and started looking through the radio stations, stopping when she found one that suited her mood. She turned up the music in the car, singing with the lyrics at the top of her lungs. "I'm gonna run to you Gonna Run to you When the feelings right, I'm gonna stay all night, I'm gonna Run to you" She saw the lights in the distance, and smiled when she saw Kevin's pickup parked in the gravel parking lot. She could hear the music thumping inside. She shut her car, and put her license and car key in her pocket, then climbed the rickety stairs to the door. The interior was smoky and dark, filled with the stench of old booze and overworked men. She stepped in, the sawdust on the floor muffling her steps. She looked around, not seeing Kevin, and walked up to the bar. Giving her best smile, she leaned low over the counter, asking the bartender if he knew Kevin. Dumbly, he nodded, pointing to a doorway to the left of him. Thanking him, she sauntered though the door. Kevin, along with a couple of his buddies were playing a game of pool, drinking a couple of Pearl's. She watched him as he leaned over setting up a shot. She tipped back, taking stock of his ass. Not bad, she smirked. She walked up behind him, and squeezed one tight cheek in her hand. "What the hell!" he hollered as he scratched the shot. He looked up, "Which one--" he hollered then stopped short, when he saw Christina. He dropped the pool stick. The only sound was the muffled clatter of it hitting the floor. "Holy. Christina. What ARE you wearing?" he reached for his jacket to wrap her up. "Is everything okay? Are you okay?" His eyes bulged, and she hid her grin as she looked down and saw the other bulge appearing. Petulantly, she answered, "I wish everyone would stop asking me that. I'm fine." She shrugged off Kevin's jacket, and bent over to pick up the fallen stick. "You don't blame me for wanting to spend some time with my fiancé, do you?" Her hands stroked the pool stick suggestively as his friends gawked. "Would you teach me?" "C-c-c-chris," Kevin stuttered, "This is so not like you." His hand ran down her arm. She leaned into him, her chest brushing his, as she whispered into his ear, "If you think this is something, wait until after the game." Then kissed his earlobe. "Wow, Chris, you look...Hot." Gary breathed. Kevin glared at him while Christina preened. "Thanks for noticing, Gary." Kevin took the hand she had wrapped around the stick and drew her over to his scratched ball. "Okay. What you need to do is aim the white ball into one of the striped balls, and make it fall into one of the pockets. Hit the white ball with the stick, but not hard enough that the white one goes in, or it's counted against you." She leaned down over the pool table, stretching and wiggling her ass into his groin. "Ummm, yeah. Like that, Chris," he answered as he took a step back. Christina groaned in frustration. Why was he being so dense! She leaned forward, her shirt fell open and she could see Gary and Ron drooling over her exposed tits. Her eyes twinkled. At least some men have a clue. She stood up and faced Kevin. "Sweetheart, Maybe the guys would rather play alone...I really ...REALLY want to spend some...quality time with you." She said, her fingers running up and down his sternum down his stomach, to his zipper. She leaned closer in. "Please?" Kevin looked over at his friends, "Excuse us guys." They grinned nudging each other, until they saw the cold look that passed over Kevin's face. "Right, Kev. We'll see you later." Gary called out, shaking his head as his eyes followed Christina's ass wiggle out the door. "Shit, is Kevin in for a surprise." Ron grinned. Outside, Christina turn quickly into Kevin's arms, leaning up and kissing him wildly, her hands sneaking into his jeans, and cupping his ass. Kevin jumped back. "What the hell, Chris! 'I want to wear white, Kevin-It won't be that long Kevin-and all the sudden, you're coming onto me with about as much subtlety as a two-bit whore! I wanna know what the fuck is going on!" Some deeper part of Christina jerked back at his tone at the words he never used in front of her, while she purred back, "Nothing at all, baby. I just decided why wait? We're nearly there...and I wanna see what I'm in for." She smiled as she reached for his belt, but he pulled back yet again. "Something is wrong, Chris. This isn't you. Where is my sweetheart?" "Right here, waiting for you to do something about this." She made a grab for him, which he eluded once more. "I love you Chris, but this is fucked up. You're fucked up. The stress is getting to you. I'm outta here." Kevin turned to his truck, and the with the wheels spitting gravel, left the parking lot. 'Well, I certainly didn't get dressed up for THAT.' So she climbed the stairs back up to the bar. Ron and Gary were still playing pool, and by the silence that fell when she walked in, she was pretty certain they'd been talking about her. "Where's Kevin?" Ron asked, looking behind her. "Oh, he decided he'd had enough for tonight." She grinned, "Mind if I play with you guys?" They racked up the balls, and Gary leaned over her, teaching her how to break. She pressed back into him, feeling his excitement press against her ass, and she knew what she would do, Quickly, she turned in his arms, practically nose to nose. "You wouldn't tell me no, would you Gary?" Gary gulped, "Gosh, No, Chris! What man in his right mind would turn down-THAT." "Really?" she asked then kissed him. Stunned for a moment, he stood still. "Chris," he said as he pulled away, "you're going to marry my best friend." "Well, I'll make you a deal then Gary. You and Ron fuck me, or I'll go out into the bar, and fuck every man in there. You SAID you wouldn't say no, Gary." Damned by his own words, he turned to Ron for help. He shrugged helplessly, as Chris pulled him back to her, tearing his shirt out of his jeans and over his body. Her mouth connected with his nipple, and he gasped. She slithered down his body, yanking his belt loose, and pulling down his pants before he could argue. She moaned at the sight of his engorged cock, her fingers gently squeezing it, before her lips found their way to the tip. She pushed down the small voice in her head telling her this was wrong, and sucked more voraciously on the cock in front of her, the first one she'd seen. Tina Turner thumped in the background as she slurped up and down his thick shaft. "Oh, Jesus, Kevin's gonna kill me," he groaned even as he fucked his cock deeper into her mouth. Her hand snaked up his thigh, and grasped his balls. She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling in delight as she pulled away, her teeth rasping against the sensitive skin. Gary's breath hissed as he plunged back into her mouth. Faster and faster, while her hands rolled his balls. He didn't last long, and exploded in her mouth. Pulse after pulse until she pulled away, neatly licking her lips. "So that's what I've been missing. MMMmmm." Like a feline, she crawled to Ron.