*This story was written by Clover and Coltrane in alternating segments.

1.

Katie had no idea what the day ahead would bring, but she bet it would be nothing good. She slipped her flask of Jack Daniels into her handbag, the bag she had purchased to match the black beaded mermaid dress she was wearing as maid of honor in the wedding, grabbed the latest relaxation tape by her personal guru, Guru Jake, and headed to the door. Catching her reflection in the long hotel room mirror, she couldn't help but wonder two things: why the hell she'd been asked to stand up in THIS wedding, and how ever was she going to make it down the aisle in THESE shoes? She wiggled and strained to see how her ass looked covered by the big freakin' bow, but decided it was probably best not to know. She smiled to her reflection, blew herself a kiss, and mumbled something about JD and Jake seeing her through as she set off for the church.

And what a church it was! Catholics sure have a sense of overstatement, she thought as she craned her neck to look up the many marble pillars at the stained glass windows near the ceiling. Katie could hear the echo of distant voices, and realized this was probably the most "churchy" church she'd ever been in. Of course, she had little to compare it to, since she made it a practice to NOT practice anything in a church. But even still, she unconsciously pulled at the top of her dress, sensing the cleavage exposed was more appropriate for the Vegas strip than for St. Margaret of the Vanishing Virgin, or whatever the hell the church was called.

The ceremony itself was nice enough, from what Katie could remember. Her mind did wander quite a lot as she stood up on the altar, that big bow turned to the congregation. In fact, it wandered so damn much that before she could figure out why the bride had chosen a wedding gown that made her breasts look so small, she was shuffling hurriedly back to her rental car to get to the reception before the line to the open bar got too long. Her map reading skills being what they are, she of course got lost, got pissed, and got through her flask of JD by the time she finally found the reception. And like the church, it was overstated, a perfect example of vulgar materialism and conspicuous consumption. But Katie thought as she steered toward the valet stand in front of the stately mansion, I bet the bar rocks!

She hadn't even noticed the parking attendant until he opened her door and held his hand out in front of her face to help her from her car. The late afternoon sun was blinding her a bit as she stepped out of her car to stand in front of him, but she could see tousled dirty blond hair, steel gray eyes looking directly into hers, and a smile that betrayed either friendliness or cockiness, she wasn't at all sure which. What she was sure of, however, was that she was much more interested in figuring out which it was rather than in shmoozing and boozing in the mansion. MUCH more.

(...to be continued)

2.

Jeff hated these wedding receptions. Typically they were attended by people who were out for free stuff. The open bar was popular, more than popular, hell, people pushed and shoved their way to the free booze. And somehow they never had much consideration for tipping. They rarely tipped the waitresses inside, the bartenders, the food people, and for sure, they didn't often think of tipping the valets. The parking was free, right?

Since money wasn't likely to be big that day, Jeff settled into his near favorite pass-time of people watching. There had been the arrival of the bride and groom. The groom was a happy looking sort of guy, smiling, freshly cleaned-up and prepared. The bride had been a bit different. She had this look about her. It was either a devious look or a mischievous look. Jeff wasn't sure which, and he remembered later thinking he hoped the groom knew what the fuck he was getting into.

Shortly after, she had pulled up in her rented Taurus. Jeff didn't think she realized how quickly he had picked her up, noticing her trying to stuff herself further into the black dress she was falling out of as she drove down the lane to the front of the hall. He realized she was a beautiful woman long before she eased herself out of the car door he held open for her. He had watched her breasts dip inside the dress as she moved out of the door. The cleavage he saw would probably kill a lesser man, he told himself. But he almost snickered out loud when the big bow on the back of her sleek black dress drug across the front of his jeans as she moved past the car door.

Her long, full auburn hair was shaped around her smiling face as he stood for those moments looking into her sparkling, smiling eyes. She was definitely a self-assured woman. He realized that immediately. And she didn't dodge his eyes, his reaching out, of sorts.

She was still smiling as she turned and headed inside, letting him watch her ass move underneath the large bow. He did watch. And he wondered what it would be like to hold that ass while she sat astride him. And he wondered what it would be like to have his face buried in that man-killing cleavage while she fucked him.

He sighed when she was gone inside the door and eased himself into the driver's seat of her car. Her perfume, her scent, hung there in the car, so he savored it for the moments it would last. Then he parked her car far away in a place no other valet would ever fucking find it.

….to be continued.

3.

The reception was everything horrid Katie thought it would be. No, actually, it was worse. She made a few attempts at mingling, striking up conversation with other women surveying the gift table, and with men dipping wine glasses thoughtlessly at the champagne fountain. But knowing virtually no one there, save the groom, she did little else but walk around the dance floor, making a pass at the flowing champagne with each turn.

She did dance her obligatory slow dance with the best man, an older brother of the groom whom she had met before. Chuck held her too tight, and didn't seem to mind when she squirmed in his arms after he pressed his hips to hers, his hardened cock telling her just how much he was enjoying their dance. Katie almost wondered aloud why all cheesy 80's love ballads seemed to go on and on and on.

She danced with the groom as well. Well, she swayed once or twice with Steve anyway, until the bride, Vicky, obviously displeased, came out to the dance floor and dragged him away by the arm, muttering something about his needing to meet a friend of her parents. Steve had been a good friend of Katie's for quite a long time. He always introduced her as his "sister," saying that since he had known her she had always been there for him, letting him vent, cry, yell, anything he needed to cope with the difficulties in his life. Truth be told, most of the difficulties had Vicky's fingerprints all over them. And although Katie had warned Steve that perhaps they should postpone the wedding when he suspected Vicky was involved with someone else, the wedding proceeded as planned despite his suspicions.

Vicky, for her part, didn't make Katie's life a picnic either, doing this thing or that to try to distance Steve from her. Katie hated that insecurity; she hated being an adult who was forced to act like a child by sneaking around to see a man who had merely been her friend. It must have KILLED her, Katie thought, when Steve requested that Vicky ask her to be in the wedding.

It was during her 3rd parlay by the champagne table that Katie had an epiphany. "I KNOW why she asked me to stand with her," Katie actually said out loud, loud enough for the elderly gentleman next to her to inquire if she was talking to him. She wanted me to look like a cheap floozy with a big ass in front of all these people, Katie thought, wincing a bit as she did. She wanted to humiliate me. Bitch!

Rational or not, this explanation made sense to Katie. Suddenly, the large open room felt enclosed like a vault, and she knew she needed to get the hell out of there. She wasn't angry, just knew that the reception was the LAST place on earth she wanted to be. Her first instinct, as always, was to slip out the back for a quick smoke to calm herself. But fuck, she had quit 6 months ago with the help of Guru Bob, the one before Jake. So instead, she slipped out the front entrance, trying not to garner any attention, and decided to take a walk through the neighborhood.

It was just at the moment she started to hop along the sidewalk slipping off those god awful shoes that she caught sight of the parking attendant again. He was leaning against the valet stand across the street watching her, a smile of amusement having crossed his face as he observed her maneuvers. "Need help?" he yelled, his smile it seemed getting just a bit more mischievous.

"Thanks, no. I've been practicing this move all my life." Katie chirped back, smiling now herself.

Katie was aware that as she had bent and hopped and strained and skipped to get those heels off her throbbing feet, her breasts bobbed atop her dress, and her right thigh, all the way to the top of her thigh high hose, was exposed out the slit in her dress. She knew the valet could see all of it too. And she didn't mind. She didn't mind because he looked like he didn't mind either. In fact, from the look on his face, he looked rather glad to have been at the right place at the right time.

"If you are runnin' from somethin' inside, why not come over here and talk to me?" he yelled, standing up right and taking a few steps toward the curb.

Seeing the devilish grin on his face and his windblown hair, and remembering those eyes which seemed to grab hold of her, she thought to herself that that was an offer she didn't dare refuse. To him, she yelled only 'Why not?" as she looked both ways and started to cross the street with her shoes in her hand.

(... to be continued)

4.

Jeff watched her cross the street. Yes, he told himself, I was right about her. She is beautiful. When she reached him, she stopped and just looking him over smiling.

"I was going for a walk," she told him, "I'd rather not be in there anymore."

"Then I've got a suggestion," he began, "Seeing as you've abandoned those shoes, and that dress might not be the most comfortable thing to walk very far in, why don't we go for a ride and I'll show you something of the city? You are from out of town, right? I mean, you are driving a rental car."

They both smiled when they each realized he'd just told her he remembered her arrival and had done some thinking about her circumstances.

"Are you a serial killer?" she asked with a chuckle and a bit of seriousness.

"No, I've never killed any cereal in my life," he said laughing, "Hey, Rick," he called to one of the other valets, "I'm gonna take Ms…."

"Kate Richardson," she filled in.

"I'm gonna take Ms. Kate Richardson for a ride and show her a bit of the city. If we're not back in three days, call the cops, okay?"

They all laughed, including Rick, as Jeff offered Kate his arm. She took it and they began to walk, to where Kate didn't know, but Jeff took the time to introduce himself and ask a few questions about her. Kate listened and wondered where this all was going but most of all she was simply glad to be rid of the wedding and the deceit and the feeling of being used or pushed around.

Jeff stopped them beside a florist's van. "Here's our ride," he told her, "I work for the guy who did the flowers for the reception. I'll come back when the smoke clears and the drunks are gone, so I can take the stands and stuff back to the shop."

Jeff watched Kate hike up her dress so she could bend and lift her leg to get in the van's passenger seat. Damn nice ass, he told himself as he watched, damn nice everything. He came around to his side, started the van, and pulled away heading toward the river. They talked for a bit, Jeff mostly telling her things about the area, the city, the weather, but mostly they just drove with the windows down and the wind blowing in. It was a soft summer wind that seemed to caress them both, a wind that rearranged her hair nicely, comfortably.

"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked almost suddenly, "I'm still kinda wired and pissed off about that wedding and reception crap. Don't you just hate making a mistake? I shouldn't have agreed to any of that stuff, or this," she added, pointing to her showgirl dress.

Jeff reached over and pulled a pint of Jameson's Irish out of the glove box. "I like you in that dress," he told her as he handed her the bottle, "Of course, I'd like you better out of it, but I like it on you, too."

She laughed, took the bottle, and told him, "I'd like to be out of it, too."

"Tell ya what," he smiled, "I've got some clothes in the back in a gym bag. You're welcome to change into them if you want. A t-shirt, some sweatpants, that oughta do it, right?"

She listened with something like amusement, but it wasn't amusement, it was more like comfort. For some reason, she was comfortable with him, this guy named, Jeff. Sure, she was coming down from a stressful, embarrassing wedding and party, but riding with this guy and just relaxing felt okay, it felt good.

For some reason, whatever the reason, she didn't care then, or later, she told him, "I'd love to get out of this dress, and you're sweet to offer some other clothes, but why don't you just help me get out of it and see where we go from there?"

Okay, so Jeff the part-time florist delivery guy and sometime parking valet and struggling musician was shocked, but he didn't show it, no, he just kept on driving and smiling and looking at her when he could, thinking desperately all the while about where to park the fucking van. He decided it'd be the park near the river, so he drove on, speeding up more than a little, making her chuckle to herself because she knew he was hurrying to somewhere.

His eagerness thrilled her. It made her tingle all over, but more than anywhere else, it made her tingle between her legs. Over the last thirty minutes or so with Jeff, her body had become relaxed and relieved, but then it cycled smoothly into being electrically charged, alive, wired for sex. In short, her pussy was very wet, her nipples hard and longing to be touched, her hands wondering on their own just how his cock would feel held in them. Kate simply wanted to fuck Jeff into senselessness.

Jeff pulled the van into a picnic area with a view of the river. He turned in his seat and reached across with his right hand to push her hair off her face, Kate's face, the face with the sly grin plastered on it. As his hand moved across her cheek, she turned slightly to kiss his fingers, never taking her eyes away from his, using her eyes to pass her electrically charge across the width of the van to him, to his body, to all of him, especially to the part of him behind a zipper she wanted undone.

"Let's get in the back," he told her.

She responded by pulling her dress up to mid-thigh and leaning toward him into the space between the seats. As she moved, she let her breasts go where they pleased in the dress that couldn't hold them. She turned and moved between the seats into the back of the van as he watched with a cock that was screaming to be released from a tight pair of blue jeans.

And then he followed her into the back of the van.

Kate knelt on the funeral pads piled in the back of the van. She was facing him, her dress up over her knees, smiling to him, waiting for him to join her, to be close. Her hands came out to him and drew him to her. He kissed her then, softly in the beginning, but then harder, more insistent, with certain passion.

She broke the kiss and asked him, her mouth near his ear as they held each other, "Tell me, honestly, no bullshit, when you first saw me, did you visualize me, or us, anything about what you'd want or like?"

He chuckled and told her the truth. "Yes, I pictured you on top of me, fucking me, my hands on your breasts, my mouth on your nipples. It was all pretty clear and intense as you walked into the building for the reception."

She kissed him again and whispered, "Take off your clothes for me."

He did. Quickly. No wasted motion, no fooling around to look good or suave. He just got naked as fast as he possibly could and lay back on the mats for her to see and do whatever it was she had a mind to do.

Kate wasted no time either. She pulled her dress up and around her waist, letting him see what he had wondered about, no thong, no panties, just a trimmed dark patch of pubic hair above a nicely shaved pussy. Then she pushed the top of the dress down, letting her breasts come free finally, letting him see their full weight, their large and hardened nipples, letting him see, letting him want. She moved to straddle him, her right knee down by his hip, her left leg raised on its foot. She took his cock, the one she had never touched before, and moved the tip over her pussy a few times to spread the wetness that had been growing there for a while. Her eyes fixed on his until his closed when she settled herself onto him in one motion.

"Oh, shit, " he moaned as his cock sank deep inside her.

She held him like that, held him with her pussy, her clit pressing down on his pubic bone, the cheeks of her ass on his thighs. Then she leaned down to him and placed her hands on either side of his shoulders. Her breasts hung there for him so he took them, cupping them in his hands, letting the nipples point out to him, reaching, he thought, waiting for his attention. He licked one nipple at a time, moving back and forth, as she ground herself down onto him. She fucked him and watched him as he sucked and licked her nipples, just as she wanted to, just as he had imagined.

He surprised her when he moved his hands to the outside of each breast and pushed them together. Her nipples actually touched each other before he took both of them in his mouth at the same time and sucked. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, both nipples in his mouth at the same time, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking.

She came then fast and hard and explosively. Her juices flooded from her and ran down his balls and into his pubic hair. Her pussy shuttered and gripped him, sucked him, pulled him, all until he came too, thrusting his cum up into her as he moaned onto her nipples, the nipples he held fast in his mouth.

Kate collapsed onto him when he freed her breasts from his mouth and hands. And they lay there amidst the funeral pads and boxes of Styrofoam flower buckets.

"When do you have to be back to the reception?" she whispered as she caught her breath.

"Maybe a couple of hours," he managed to tell her.

"Then maybe you could help me out of this dress," she chuckled.

They both laughed softly as his cum ran from her and mixed with hers on his balls.

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