Bride To Be Part One: Cold Feet

“Can you go talk to her?” the maid of honor asked.

“Me?” I responded.

“You’ve known Torrie for a while, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” I stood up and followed her through the church halls into the back.

Torrie and I were good friends from High School through college and into adulthood. Only in the past six years did we fall apart as we went our separate ways.

I got a message from her through social media that she was getting married, and I got an invitation.

“Torrie, this is stupid! Open the damn door!” a man yelled.

“That’s Baxter, her soon to be husband,” she whispered as we got close.

“Who the fuck are you?” Baxter asked as I approached.

“She isn’t listening to anyone else,” the woman said. “I brought her high school friend.”

“Case of the cold feet, huh?” I smiled. Trying to make light of the situation.

“Not funny!” an older man stared at me. “You know how much this cost me?”

“Always thinking about money aren’t you!” Torrie yelled through the door.

“I told you not to marry that bitch!” the man yelled as he stormed off.

“Get her out of there in twenty minutes or this is over!” Baxter yelled.

“Great guy,” I smiled as the two men left.

“Hi Gregory,” Torrie’s mom said. “Get her out of there will you?”

“I will try, Helen,” I smiled.

Everyone left, and I stood by the door.

“Are you sitting down?” I asked.

I knew Torrie; every time she got upset, she would sit by the door and cry. I could see the dark shadow under the door.

“Yes,” Torrie replied.

I sat down and put my back against the door. We sat in silence for a while. “This reminds me of that time Lawrence asked you to go steady with him,” I smiled.

“Oh my god, yes,” Torrie replied. “You sat there for hours while we went over the good and bad list.”

“Yup,” I answered.

“This isn’t like that,” Torrie said.

I heard the door unlock.

I walked inside and saw Torrie sitting on the bed. I locked the door and walked over to her.

“Talk,” I said as I sat beside her.

She lay her head on my shoulder and vented. It was the usual cold feet tantrum.

Torrie was turning thirty next year, and she had planned a better life for herself, which wasn’t working out. None of those plans had her marrying Baxter, a grocery store manager, or managing a bakery.

She planned to be a baker for the stars and manage her own chain of bakeries nationwide. She wasn’t happy managing a corporate store. Torrie wanted to marry someone like a football player or a movie star.

“I wanted to marry a swimsuit model,” I smiled.

“The one with the big tits,” Torrie laughed.

“You remembered!” I laughed with her.

“You had her picture all over your room!” Torrie smacked my arm.

“You had the guy from that movie!” I laughed.

We were remembering the good times we had together through college.

Torrie took a deep breath. “We should be getting married,” she sighed.

“That time came and went,” I looked at her green eyes.

There was a time in high school when I wanted no one but her, but Torrie said that infamous line, ‘ Too good as friends,’ which made me so mad that I wanted to never talk to her again.

When we got into college, she started having feelings for me, but I was dating someone and being relatively immature. I told her the same line.

After college, we started heading down different paths.

“Yeah, I know,” Torrie stared at the door.

“You will be fine,” I patted her shoulder as I stood up.

“I know,” Torrie said.

We stared at each other briefly; then it happened: we kissed.

I grabbed her and pulled her toward me.

Torrie held me tight.

“Don’t,” I said as I saw the look in her eyes.

“Oh, I am!” Torrie smiled.

Torrie fell to her knees, and with a quickness, she had my pants down to my ankles and my cock in her mouth.

Torrie had been the Oral slut of our college. She loved sucking cocks, professors, jocks, nerds. Any cock she met or could get, she would have it down her mouth with a vengeance.

I never got the opportunity to be one of them, but many guys said it was the best they ever had.

Looking down at Torrie’s head bob back and forth on my cock. I had to agree with them. “Fuck!” I said as Torrie sucked my cock.

“Told you I was good,” Torrie said as she lifted my cock and sucked on my balls.

“Shut up and keep going!” I said as I grabbed her head.

“Nope,” Torrie said. “Your turn, fuck my mouth!”

I grabbed her head and held it as I started to fuck Torrie’s mouth. I never met Baxter until today, and I was already jealous of him; being married to an Oral slut like Torrie would be a dream come true.

“Fucking take it you fucking cheating slut!” I gritted my teeth as I fucked her mouth.

Torrie wasn’t like most women who needed a breather. She took me fucking her mouth like a proper slut.

I held her head tight and gripped the back of it as I pushed forward. I stood on the tips of my toes as I emptied my cum straight down her throat.

“Now,” Torrie smiled. “I can get married.”

“You fucking bitch!” I laughed.

“You know me so well,” she said as she stood up. “Hold on.”

I pulled my pants up and made sure to zip the fly. Torrie was fake-crying to get her makeup to run.

“Now,” she winked.

“You are awful!” I smiled as I went to the door.

“She’s good, might need her make up redone,” I told the maid of honor.

“I bet she does,” she winked at me.

I sat in the pew as her father walked her to get married. When Torrie passed me, she winked and smiled.

I knew this wasn’t over.