New Lady

"Tabby needed some help with wardrobe..." Jeremy uttered sheepishly.

"Who's Tabby?" asked Steve bitterly.

" The woman I'm seeing, the one you call my 'New lady'? Remember? I told you she was important. You said she could come. I brought her." Jeremy was a little incensed.

"Oh, I didn't know her name," Said Steve decisively, "So you were banging' booty while my life was falling apart!?" Another silence fell upon them. Steve was really starting to piss Jeremy off.

"Umm, That's fucked up, dude. I didn't fuck your fiancée. Sorry I wasn't here. I am now and you've made a decision. So take another drink and let's go get you married." Jeremy said plainly. Steve did take another long drink, shook himself and bounced around making boxing moves then stopped.

"Lets' get me married." he said and the two walked out to the garden.

Tabby was on her cell, pacing behind the rows of chairs. She'd slipped off her shoes and massaged her feet in the grass as she walked. Jeremy and Steve walked toward her. She saw them and closed her phone. Jeremy looked at her perplexed.

"Oh, a friend was just taking me out of a panic attack. it's over now. what's up? hey Steve!"

She leaned in and gave Steve a half hug before she found herself quickly in the crook of Jeremy's arm.

"Panic attack?" asked Jeremy, bracing himself for more drama.

"Oh I get them. Sometimes. in crowds. it's over now. no worries, " she said plainly, "What's going on with you two. Looks more like you're headed for a beheading than a wedding - ooh sorry about the rhyme!" she said.

They laughed. Steve looked her up and down like she was dessert.

"Good to see you Tabby, thanks for coming,"

Steve said too politely. She smiled back at him. "Hey, J have you guys made reservations at the hotel tonight? The party should go pretty late. Everybody's staying over..." said Steve.

"No..." answered Jeremy, knowing he couldn't afford it but not wanting to say anything.

"Don't worry about it ill go over and make the arrangements. It's on me man, no worries." Before Jeremy or Tabby could say anything, Steve bustled off into the lobby to the counter.

"You wanna stay over in a nice hotel tonight, Babe?" Jeremy asked Tabby, kissing her deeply, melting her into the grass. He turned her into him, his arms wrapped around her waist hold her tightly to his body.

She could feel his excitement growing. Her arms were around his neck, she stood on tip toe, swooning with the kiss. It was like they were the only two people in the world and he began gathering the fabric of her dress up with his hand so he could feel her thigh. She was so caught up that she didn't stop him. His other hand groped at her pushed up cleavage. he wanted her so badly he would have taken her right there. She would have let him, it a problem she had. Once she was kissed right it didn't matter where she was, nothing mattered but sensation.

But suddenly Jeremy stopped kissing and groping her. There was a sound of a throat being cleared. Jeremy pulled away from Tabby and stood as if he was seeing a ghost.

"What are you doing here?" he asked a short round black lady who looked a lot like Tabby minus four inches and plus fifty pounds. Same hair, complexion, basic proportions. She had on a simple black and white sleeveless dress. It was tasteful and flattering. next to her were two small children, a boy and a girl around the ages of six and nine.

"My friends are getting married, " she answered, "what about you?"

Jeremy was taken aback by the answer "Me...Too..." he stammered.

She shot a look at Tabby who was now slightly rumpled from Jeremy's groping. Tabby smiled back a warm genuine smile, the only way she knew to diffuse this award situation.

"It's great to meet you, Tina! I'm Tabby. your hair is fabulous!" she smiled again.

Tina was taken aback, she did not want her ex-husbands new girlfriend to be nice but she couldn't help but smile herself, happy that someone noticed her very expensive very complicated but tasteful hairdo. Jeremy was befuddled too, he kind of expected a showdown if they were to meet, he did not expect:

"Oh! thank you, girl! I really appreciate that!"

Tabby introduced her self to the kids, letting them know that she had heard wonderful things about them and everyone was smiling. Tina had even forgotten that she was suppose to be mad that she ran into her ex-husband groping a woman in public like horney teenager. They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Tina excused herself and usher the kids into there seats.

"Thank you baby, thank you thank you" Jeremy said to her kissing and groping her again. This time they were interrupted by Steve.

" Your suite's all set guys for tonight. there's a hot tub and every thing. You ready, J?"

Jeremy nodded his head, stole another kiss from Tabby and the guys walked away. Tabby sat in the back at the end of a row. At least she's not the only person of color she thought.

The Ceremony was short but nice. They were not very good writers but had written their own vows. Someone's sister who couldn't sing well sang a very trite popular song from twenty years ago that made older female relatives cry. Tabby remained in the back taking the whole thing in stride, hoping the food at the reception would be good. Jeremy stood beside his friend as stately as he could, which wasn't very. He fidgeted like a little kid in need of a rest room. He kept stealing looks at Tabby. She would smile encouragingly at him with a placid face that hid her ennui. Steve stole undetected glances at her too, almost forgetting the bride beside him. Tabby pretended not to notice.

The reception was an adequate buffet with mediocre faire and, thankfully an open bar. Tabby picked at the bits of food on her plate and drank deeply from her glass of vodka. She wasn't much of a drinker but she wasn't much of a mingler either so she hung on the fringes of the crowd nibbling at baby carrots and drinking vodka looking forward to cake and escape. Jeremy, as always was the life of the party. He was drunk and high, cracking jokes and dancing with old ladies. Every now and then he'd breeze past Tabby, kiss her and thank her for being there. She was deeply bored.

Tabby wandered into the hotel lobby, watched the people and looked at the odd reproductions of famous paintings. As she was contemplating the odd glitches in a faux Matisse, a man's voice whispered in her ear,

"You can always retire to the room I booked for you."

Startled, she turned. It was Steve, a little high but not fucked up like Jeremy. He stood very close to her. Kissably close. He smiled with closed lips.

"Can I show you to your room, Tabby?"

She was taken aback. She gasped in surprise and furrowed her brow.

"You just got married." she said.

"Yes, I did, moments ago, " he answered.

"I'm with your best friend." she said.

"Yes, you are. " he answered leaning into her. "I'll just walk you to the room, that's all. I'll just drop you off and let J know where you are. You look so bored..."he coaxed.

She furrowed her brow again. She wasn't going to lie, she was painfully bored.

"There's a hot tub in your suite, you can relax and wait for J..." Steve said. Tabby knew that the vodka was fuzzing her judgment but the hot tub sounded like a really good idea. She agreed to allow Steve to escort her to the suite.

The alcohol had made her woozy causing her to stumble into the elevator. Steve caught her by her tiny waist.

"I've got you" he whispered. The doors closed and so did Tabby's eyes. She never drank that much. She leaned her head against Steve, happy to have a warm body supporting her.

"You ok, sweetie?" he whispered, stroking her cheek.

She nodded and muttered "Too much vodka. bad idea."

He kissed her forehead and held her closer. The elevator door opened and they walked down the hall. Tabby was feeling very heavy from unaccustomed intoxication. She hummed lazily as Steve guided her down the hall.

The room was huge, champagne colored with a giant sunken hot tub in the middle of the floor. There was a California king sized bed a couple of couches, a giant television and a minibar. It was a lovely suite with a panoramic view of the city.

"Mmm, niceeeee" Tabby said drunkly. Steve kissed her cheek again and ran his hand absently over her body.

"Mmmm..." she said again and meandered to the bed, landing on it face down. Steve got excited. he knew that if she'd been sober he'd have no chance with her, but drunk...he sat next to her on the bed gently saying

"Let me get you comfortable, Tabby," as he unzipped the back of her dress.

"Mmmm" was all she said. He unzipped the back of her dress and slid the garment away. Underneath she had on the tight white corset and shear pink panties. The roundness of her bottom was so prominent and tempting, he couldn't help but run his hand over it.

"Mmmm" she said, barely conscious and falling into a slumber.

"Let me make you more comfortable, Tabby." he whispered again, caressing that high round ass and sliding the delicate panties down her legs.

He bent and kissed the cheek lightly, then tasted her skin with his tongue. He was beginning to understand Jeremy's preference for women of color - wow, what a pretty ass, firm, soft, he squeezed it gently. She didn't stir. He kissed it again. But he had to see. He had to see again what he'd seen displayed so perfectly in the moonlight a week before. He had been hoping for this opportunity but he could not believe that it was actually going to happen.

She was truly passed out by now. He knew that this was his only chance. Her legs were spread from when she landed on the bed. Steve knelt between them palming both of her ass cheeks and prying them apart. He salivated at the sight. Steve loved himself some ass. This was the prettiest little pucker he had ever seen. He knew it was virgin too. so tight and neat and brown, his dick got instantly hard. he couldn't help himself he licked his finger and placed it on the little hole, brushing it gently, he watched her flinch, just barely and her ass cheeks slammed themselves shut around his finger. ooh, he though she is strong just like J said. He pulled his finger out and decided he'd save that delectable little asshole for later.

He ran his hands across her bottom again and down her thick thighs and shapely legs. He understood now what J liked about it. The skin was so soft and resilient with firm muscles underneath. She looked and felt like soft silky coffee cream. He wanted to pull out his dick but decided to wait.

He rolled her body over revealing that pussy J had shown him before. A tidy clean shaved mound hiding the bud and petals. He caressed it and she sighed, opening her legs wider. A good sign, he thought, smiling at the view. it really was a pretty pussy. he brushed the outer labia lightly watching them swell ready. "Mmm" she uttered, comatose, truly unconscious of anything but sensation.

Her legs fell open, wider.

"oh my god" Steve whispered as he watched her petals unfold.

The delicate damp pinkness revealed feminine beauty defined. Soft and symmetrical with a puffy clit and a tiny hole.

"perfect" he uttered, fighting his tongue's instinct to taste her. He wouldn't do it. This was Jeremy's girl. This was Steve's wedding day. He's taking advantage. She's all passed out. Too risky risky...He closed his eyes...He took a very deep breath - oh no. He could smell her...oh no - She smelled sooo good. He unconsciously licked his lips and dusted her clit with his fingers.

"Mmm" she said again. He let his finger rest on her puffy little love button, it felt nice, pulsating beneath his fingertip - god he wanted to taste her so badly! But that would cross a line wouldn't it? . He moved her love nugget gently in circles watching her apparatus flutter and moisten under his touch, the scent increased and he slid his finger down - oh sweet heaven! He thought, sliding his finger across her silky wet slit till he found the hole he sought. It took some effort for his thick finger to enter, but once it did, the pussy snapped tight around him and milked that his finger roughly form the inside.

She began to buck and moan loudly, Riding that finger like it had something to give. Her walls snapped and contracted around him - he swooned under the pain of his urgent dick trapped in his pants.

Her shaking became violent, moans boisterous his hand was washed in a girly juice flow as she came and came and came and came hard and loud an long. He'd never seen a woman like this- who could cum like that - no wonder his boy was in love - but that was Steve's final thought about his wife or Jeremy or anything beyond him and the passed out woman on the bed fucking his hand and cumming like the cavalry.

She was so hot and her breasts shook like the Himalayas during an 11.5 earth quake, escaping from the top of the corset and flopping around like wild jell-o. This was too hot for Steve he could not handle this any more. He wrenched his hand form its pussy prison and yanked his dick form his pants. Tabby was still unconscious and writhing on the bed moaning as her pussy gapped to be filled. Steve gave himself a couple preparatory strokes before he plunged his meat in to the thrilling world of her liquid velvety tightness. He was about to cum from just of the sensation of her walls around him, but she awakened with a start, sat up and socked the hell out of his jaw.

"The FUCK are you doing?!" she demanded.

Steve fell back spraying cum into the air as he crashed upon the floor stunned. Tabby was fully awake now.

"Where am I, what is this, what the fuck do you think you're doing, where the fuck is Jeremy and Hello, your WIFE?!" she was panting and frightened.

"You...were...drunk...and..." Steve started

"And you decide to play frat boy circa1992 and date rape my drunk ass? ON YOUR WEDDING DAY?!"

She was kneeling on the bed looking around for her clothes. Steve couldn't help but smirk at the reference to her ass, Steve loved himself some ass and she sure had a pretty one.

"You're asshole!" she said, genuinely furious, grabbing for her dress. "Jeremy's going to hear about this, your WIFE is going to hear about this and the POLICE are going to hear about this I'm pressing rape charges you sexually predatory motherfucker!" she was crying now as she pulled her dress over her head and reaching for the phone.

Steve was still stunned. He'd managed to find his pants and slowly put them back on. Why was she so mad? he wondered. Tabby had just hug up the phone after telling Jeremy

"He fucking raped me get up here and do something about it" and dialed hotel security.

" You fucked the wrong girl Mr. Steve just got married an hour ago."

Steve buttoned his shirt in slow motion as she dialed the police snarling under her breath.

Jeremy burst into the room, socked Steve again in the face, and rushed up to Tabby holding her as she cried into his shoulder.

"What the fuck, man?!" Jeremy demeaned. Steve stayed still on the floor. He had no instinct or ideas.

" What happened?!" Tabby cried harder into his shoulder.

"She was drunk..." Steve muttered. Tabby muffled a scream into Jeremy's shirt collar.

"Dude, she's not like that..." Jeremy said.

"Well, she was so pretty and..." Steve started, "...drunk...and...she fell asleep...and she...she's so pretty, you know, and touched her, she didn't resist..."Steve stammered.

"Passed out people don't resist" Jeremy glowered "dude you just got married..." Jeremy said stoking tabby's hair and kissing her gently on the head and face. Her sobs subsided and hotel security entered the room...

This is by no means over...

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