Jules lay on her hotel bed, her curly auburn hair splayed across her pillow. Her fingertips drew small circles over her aching clit. A warm glow spread though out her tired body. She had been on a book tour for the last several weeks and was starting to feel a bit road weary.
In her mind, she fantasized about Michael, her college boyfriend. The image of his tall, muscular body, his hard cock stark white in contrast to his body's dark tan, enveloped her. Jules opened her mouth to accept her dream's phantom cock, her free hand pinching one of her taut nipples. The fantasy seemed so real.
Her body stiffened and she clamped her legs together, trapping her fingers in her pussy as she came. As the last tremors faded away, she stretched on top of her sheets and sighed. Fantasies were a poor substitute for the real thing.
Jules stood and went into the bathroom. Standing in front of the full-length mirror she turned and admired herself. She stood five feet nine inches tall in her bare feet. The height helped her carry her figure and she carefully weighed her full breasts and her toned, rounded hips. She didn't fit into the current "skinny with big tits" style of beauty, but she didn't care. She was occupied examining her large, coral pink nipples, considering another round of self-pleasure, when the phone rang.
Jules flipped her long curly hair out of the way as she ran to answer the phone.
"Jules? It's me, Michael."
Laughing like a little girl, she jumped on to the bed, her heart soaring. "You know, I was just thinking about you," she said.
They had been lovers during their junior and senior years in college. Young and horny, they had let their imaginations lead them through a wide range of sexual exploration in their short time together. Their affair had been intense, almost all consuming in its physical passion but they had split before graduation to seek separate careers. Through the years, they had remained best friends despite the job pressures and time apart.
Although it had been several months since they'd spoken, Jules wasted no time starting to chat about her book tour and gossip about mutual friends until Michael uncharacteristically interrupted her.
"Jules. There's something I need to tell you." Michael sounded a bit more urgent than his carefree personality usually allowed.
Jules chuckled as she rolled off the bed and walked to the mirror over the dresser, holding the phone. Gathering her hair behind her neck, she admired herself in the mirror. Jules walked back toward the bed watching her ass in the mirror.
"Mikey, you sound all serious."
He took a deep breath. His voice came in a rush.
"I met someone. We're getting married."
Jules' brain froze. She walked into the bed and banged her shin, dropping the phone on her foot in the process.
Frantically pulling herself together, Jules scrambled to pick up the phone receiver.
"Jules! Jules, are you OK?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm still here," Jules said as her eyes watered.
"The wedding's at the end of the week. Her name is Iris. She's a broadcast journalism student UVa. Oh Jules, you'll love her. We met at the Virginia - Virginia Tech game last year. It's been like riding a whirlwind ever since." Jules heart sank as Mike gushed on and on about his impending marriage.
"And Jules, you have to come and be here with me. I can't get married without my best friend."
Cold anger replaced her despair. "I'll be there Michael. I promise."
Jules hung up the phone and picked herself off the floor. She walked into the bathroom in a daze. Looking at herself in the mirror, she put her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I'll be there alright. He can't marry some college bimbo. He won't. He loves me. He's always loved me. I just have to open his eyes and make him see the truth."
She brushed the hair out of her face and lit a cigarette.
"Whoever she is, that poor girl doesn't stand a chance."
The next morning, Jules flew to Richmond. Stepping off of the jet way she straightened her blazer and scanned the crowd. She saw Michael on the other side of the crowd, standing anxiously beside a newspaper machine. A smile crept across her face.
"Six foot two and eyes of blue," she sang to herself as she headed in his direction.
He was tall and tan, just like she'd remembered. Dressed in a rumpled work shirt and faded blue jeans, he looked more like a construction worker than the investment banker that he was. Jules guessed that the slender young woman standing next to him was Iris and she slowed her pace to study her rival.
Iris was petite and cute, the top of her head barely reaching Michael's shoulder. She had long straight blonde hair and a deep even tan. "Country club queen," Jules thought to herself. She noted that Michael's fiancé wore hip hugger jeans and tight Lycra halter under an old white dress shirt knotted to show off her pierced belly button. The girl's look screamed "high school cheerleader."
Jules smelled victory. She had debated with herself for hours before deciding what to wear. After trying and rejecting the bustier and miniskirt look ("too slutty") and a mauve silk pantsuit ("I look like an aging lesbian"), Jules had settled on a light blue, double-breasted jacket and skirt. Turning around in the mirror, she had made sure that the suit showed just enough cleavage to assure Michael that she wasn't sagging and enough leg to show him that she still had muscle tone.
Now, looking at Iris, she knew that she had made the right choice. She was the embodiment of elegance and grace and she was going to wipe 'Miss Spice Girl' right out of the picture.
"Michael, it's so good of you to meet me," Jules said as she wrapped herself around her ex-lover.
She pressed her tits against his hard chest and was rewarded when she felt his groin twitch against her belly. Breaking the tantalizing contact, Jules turned to the younger woman before Michael had a chance to speak.
"And this must be Iris. I've been dying to meet you."
After Michael had managed a self-conscious introduction, Iris had started chatting as if she was Jules' long lost friend. While Michael grabbed Jules' luggage, Iris took Jules by the hand and led her to the parking garage. They got into Iris' car as she talked a mile-a-minute about dress fittings, floral arrangements, and other wedding details.
Jules looked over her shoulder at Michael but he was in the back seat of the car smiling as if all were going according to his plan. Steeling herself for the task at hand, she reminded herself that she was here to get Michael back and if she lost, she lost him forever.
Suddenly, Jules' attention snapped back to Iris' one-sided conversation. Jules realized that she had been asked a question.
"Excuse me?" she leaned closer to Iris as if she hadn't heard what had been said.
"I just asked if you'd be my Maid of Honor." Jules, stunned to silence, looked back at Michael but he was still grinning like an idiot. Iris continued without missing a beat.
"I mean... my only two female relatives under the age of 50 are my cousins. Manny and Fanny, the vengeful sluts from Texas." Iris took the exit ramp at full speed and then looked at Jules. "Please say that you will. It would mean so much to Michael and me to have you as part of the wedding ceremony."
Jules numbly nodded her head while her mind raced to come up with a way to use this new development to her advantage. While Jules was busy thinking, Iris took them directly to a fashionable dress shop.
Michael sat watching as Iris flitted around helping Jules into a gown. Jules stood, impotent and trapped by the seamstress' pins, while Iris and Michael sat at her feet and cooed over each other. It was almost enough to make her sick.
Having been pinned and chalked into her new bridesmaid's gown, Jules retired to the changing room to carefully slip out of the dress and back into her own clothes. She had just finished arranging the gown on its hanger and was sitting on a stool, dressed in nothing but her panties and garters. There was a soft knock on the door, but before she could say anything, Michael stuck his head into the changing room.
"Hey Jules," he stopped as if suddenly realizing that he was talking to a half naked woman. More than that, she was a beautiful half naked woman. His cock swelled. Michael stepped inside the room, quickly closing the door behind him.
"Uhhh. Hey I'm sorry to barge in like this." He struggled to keep from staring at her large coral tipped breasts. "I've got to go back to my parent's house. I... uh, just wanted to tell you that Iris would bring you over so that you could say hi to the family."
Jules gave him a smoldering look. She decided to give him a better look. Standing, she put one foot on the stool and leaned over to pick up her shoe by its strap. A smile twitched across her lips as she saw his eyes frantically shifting between her D cups swaying in front of him and her firm ass displayed the mirror. After giving him a good look, Jules straightened and smoothed her garter straps against her thighs. She stepped toward him, closer but still out of arms reach. She stood up straight and drew her shoulders back, accentuating her breasts.
"Sure thing, Michael. I'm sure that Iris and I will be just fine together." She took another step toward him; anxious to see if he would reach out and touch her, but he only nodded and left the room like a scared rabbit.
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