Wedding day. I had been dreading this day as soon as he asked me to be his best man, but I couldn’t say no. Now with the church filled and the music playing all I could think about was her.
All these years later I could still feel her pussy wrapped around my dick. Like a soft juicy cocoon; I used to fuck the shit out of her every chance I got.
Skipping school, in the school library, and even sometimes behind the vacant buildings around her house. But that was ages ago when we were kids, back when we were young and dumb. Then life happened and we fell apart.
We broke up like teenagers do. She moved on and went to college and I did too, and when I came back shit was completely different.
Now my worst nightmare was coming true.
“Here she comes.” Someone whispered, and the music changed to here comes the bride.
We watched the doors open and Kisha flow down the aisle in the all-white dress. Him as the groom and me as the best man, but the only thing I could think of was this chick was supposed to be marrying me.
The church was full as I stood by my boy, but while my mind was on her, his mind was in the clouds.
“Shit, it's over with, man. Now I gotta let all the hoes go.” He whispered to me nudging me in the side. Only if he knew I would have gladly let go of every bitch in the universe just to be with her again. “Well not all of them.” He laughed and I smiled, but I didn’t see shit funny. He didn’t know what he had, but I did.
Kisha was a good woman, gorgeous, smart, body like out of a magazine, and here this nigga was thinking about hoes. Only if I could have her back, go back in time and never move away for those few years he would have never had a chance.
But I couldn’t talk to my boy about that. Me and Kisha never were in his eyes, and that is the way I had to keep it, but watching her look so damn good. None of my bitches ever amounted to her.
She made it to the front, he took her hand, and I shed a tear. This was supposed to be me. The music stopped and the pastor started talking, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I stared off trying to keep my hands still and not think of all those nights we had.
How I used to have her bent over my car hood, fucking her out in the open where anyone could see. All of that adrenaline mixed with no fear back then made for the best sex I ever had in my life.
“You have a love that should never be broken.” The Pastor cut into my thoughts as I tried not to look at her. We had a love that shouldn’t have been broken once.
“If anyone has a reason why these two shouldn’t be joined in matrimony. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” I heard the words; this was my chance. Turning I looked at her, the woman that was supposed to be my bride, and got ready to reclaim my place.