My bride’s best friend (A Short Romantic Story)

It was nearly 7pm when she heard the knock on her door. Clara got up to open it. Kingsley was standing in the doorway, looking a little unsure and unstable.

"Where is Amaka? I want to see her."

"What do you mean where is Amaka? She is at her parents'. That's where she will be preparing for the wedding. She is not here tonight. You knew that."

Kingsley looked confused and Clara stepped aside to let him in. He immediately stumbled towards the couch where he sat.

"Kingsley, are you okay," Clara asked him, worried. He was getting married to her best friend tomorrow and he really did not look fine.

"Yes. Yes. Sorry, I thought Amaka was here. I just wanted to... So, she's... Never mind."

He really looked out of it, Clara thought. She could smell the alcohol in the air. In all the time Clara had known Kingsley, she had never seen him this tipsy. He was usually very responsible and disciplined. It was one of the things Amaka loved about him. Now he seemed to be unravelling on the night before his wedding. Clara thought it was her job to help him. She sat beside him.

"Kingsley, is everything okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. It's just..." He said and stopped.

"Talk to me. How can I help?"

"I just can't believe I am getting married. Amaka is great, you know? But... I just wish I spent more time out there. I wish I had been with more women. Had some fun like my friends did and not be so serious.." He said. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this. If Amaka knew..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell her. And it's fine. You are not the first to think like this. Just get some rest. You will feel better tomorrow."

Kingsley turned to face her, holding her hands. "You are so nice to me. You are a very nice girl. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Clara giggled. "That does not matter. Amaka is a nice girl too. And you are marrying her. You need to get some rest."

"Yes, Amaka is a nice girl," Kingsley said, a faraway look on his face. "And a virgin too. A good girl..."

Clara was not sure what to do. She considered calling one of his friends to come pick him up. He soon took his hands from hers and rested them on her thighs.

"Kingsley, don't do that," Clara said, pushing his hands away.

Kingsley seemed not to have heard her. "Nice girl. You are a nice girl, and beautiful too," he said, rubbing her legs. He looked up at her and leant in, his mouth meeting hers.

Clara was stunned. She had no idea how things escalated so fast. For a second, she let him kiss her, feeling the heat and hunger in his mouth. But finally, logic set in and she placed her hands on chest, pushing him off.

"Come on, don't tell me you don't want this. You want this. Please. Just a taste," Kingsley said, then lean into Clara again. This time, his mouth on hers was forceful and his hand groped urgently over her body. He was rubbing her breasts, her belly and slipping his hand underneath her dress. Clara tried to push him off but he did not let up. His finger dug into her panties and he soon began to finger her.

He got up and laid her on the couch. "Kingsley, don't," Clara said when she was finally able to push his mouth of hers. "Don't do that. You are getting married... don't, please," Clara was saying, hoping she can talk some sense into him.

Kingsley was too far gone to hear. He had hiked up her dress and ripped her panties. He straddled her, pinning her down and began to take off his trousers, releasing his dick.

Clara continued trying to fight him off but he was stronger. He grabbed both her hands, pinning it over her head with one hand, then he used the second to guide his hard cock inside her.

He pushed deeply into her and began to fuck her. Her tight pussy clenched snugly against him. Clara had stopped struggling. Her eyes were closed as she was determined not to enjoy it. She fought the arousal that was growing within her but she could not ignore the fact that, Kingsley had stopped pinning her down and she was no longer trying to get away.

She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to witness what was happening as his dick entered her. She bit her lips and tightened her pussy walls against him as she came, despite her determination not to. Kingsley was groaning as he fucked her, moaning as his dick slid sweetly in and out of her tight pussy.

Clara's eyes remained close until Kingsley was done. As soon as he got off her, Clara quickly ran into her bedroom and stayed in there.

Clara woke up very early the next morning to see that Kingsley was gone. She sighed, took her bath and headed to the hotel to prepare for her friend's wedding. She was going to forget that the previous night ever happened. She was also going to forget how much she enjoyed fucking the bride's groom.