Blushing Bride Chapter 1

She might not have enjoyed sex, but Gina compensated for that by being and dressing especially sexy. I looked on her wardrobe with a mixture of lust and envy as she dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, high heels and silk stockings, with alluring lacy lingerie underneath it all. I just knew that her wedding dress would be gorgeous and that she in it would be one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Still, I knew that alongside my desire to tear it off her and fuck her, would be envy at her getting to be the beautiful blushing bride and not me. I had confessed all of this to Mark, my best friend since childhood and my best man at the wedding, one evening a couple of weeks before I was due to get married when I had got very drunk and began to spill my guts about my nerves over the upcoming wedding. The next morning, full of guilt, I had got Mark to promise not to tell anyone about my confession and I had thought that was the end of it. That was until my stag party.

I had invited a group of friends around to our house and made sure that Gina would be away all evening, staying over with a friend. Once again, the drink was flowing freely and I was beginning to feel quite light-headed. This wasn't exactly helped by Mark who, equally overcome by alcohol, began to drop hints about my confession, seeming to be trying to make me bring it up.

"So, Rich," he said, laughing and swigging a beer, "What is it that you're going to miss about single life? There's got to be something that you're not going to be able to do when you're married to Gina." I answered vaguely to the effect that I couldn't think of anything he could mean. "You know, like, sex stuff," he continued, fishing, not accepting my first answer, "We all know that Gina isn't exactly the most adventurous lover." This got a laugh from the rest of the guys; I was starting to regret telling them all about Gina's bedroom style. "So, come on, Rich, what is that you'd really like to do before you get married?"