Free The Best Man's Bridesmaid by Raven McAllan Page A

year since we last met, and then I doubt she lifted her eyes to look at me. She sat unspeaking, head down as if mute. She could have green eyes, gray eyes, hell, three eyes for all I saw.”
    “Well now’s your chance to discover which, if any, of those statements are correct,” Harry said wickedly, nudging him into place as the music began and the bridal procession started to move down the aisle. “She’s Amanda’s bridesmaid.”
    What? What have I done to deserve this? A day dancing attendance on a mouse.
    Charlie turned his head, his pulse raced, and he felt goose bumps shiver along his skin. This was Caroline?
    A vision in red approached. With each step she took, the silk swayed around her body, tantalizing him. He noticed the thin silk ties across her breast, just begging to be loosened, for her breasts to go unfettered, and available for his touch, his caress. His body responded, his muscled hardened, and his cock swelled, grew longer, larger, and if at all possible, even stiffer. His erection was so intense he hurt with the effort of trying to keep it under control. If anyone had tried to tell him that a mere glance of a woman would get him into this state, he would have laughed in their face.
    Charlie noticed the moment Caroline realized the effect she was having on him. He fancied her breasts seemed to stand out with a greater prominence than before, and he could swear that one rosy nipple was peeping from above the silk. Or was it one of those teasing silken strings? Whichever it was, his breath quickened, and he was in severe danger of coming in his pantaloons. The alarming realization that they were so tight, so rigidly containing his bourgeoning body that any liquid would go straight through the fabric, made his palms clammy. He surreptitiously wiped them down the side of said garment. That event was not to be thought about in present company. He’d be blackballed from everywhere, for life.
    “Think, cold water, ice, your mama, my mama if they see your erec…er reaction,” said a soft sensuous voice in his ear. “Think arousing thoughts later. But now think cold. Very, very cold.”
    Whether it was the thought of cold, ice, parental disapproval, or the shock of his hitherto shy and retiring affianced speaking so, Charlie wasn’t certain, but sure enough, his cock subsided enough for him to believe he wouldn’t disgrace himself, and to allow him to breathe easier.
    As he watched his best friend marry his radiant bride, Charlie felt a twinge of envy. He was privy to some of the details of their unusual courtship and understood how they were deeply in love as well as lust. If only he could have that. He tried to discreetly rearrange his clothing, and his body into a more comfortable position. Charlie thought philosophically that he was halfway there, if his state of mind and arousal were anything to go by.
    “You may now kiss the bride.” Charlie started at the vicar’s words, so caught up in his daydream of stripping Caroline of that sexy dress and discovering what, if anything was underneath, he was unaware of just what was happening. He swayed slightly. Caroline took hold of his arm.
    “Are you ill?” she asked in an undertone, worry evident in her voice.
    “What?” Charlie jerked; he had not expected concern as she spoke to him. “Oh no, no, I’m, fine, er, thinking of mamas and ice and good grief, I’m babbling.”
    “Yes, you are,” She took his arm and practically frog-marched him into the vestry where the register was to be signed. “Never mind, ‘twill soon be over. Just sign when instructed.”
    “Just the beginning,” he replied in a low tone. “And for both our sakes, you’d better pray for an open carriage, or that we are sharing with others. I dread to think what my wayward body will decide to do otherwise.”
    “Whatever you chose,” Caroline answered, laughter evident in her tone. “However, you pray for what you wish, and I will also. Will we pray the same?”
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