White Hot Wedding

By Eddie Robbins

When Jimmy and Abby said they were getting married, Tom was honored to be the best man. But when Jimmy gets so drunk at the reception that he passes out, the best man will soon find himself having to step into the groom’s shoes and please a very hot, very horny bride. Will Tom be up to the challenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eddie Robbins
• Release date: May 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476200149

Eddie Robbins

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White HOT Wedding

by Eddie Robbins

©2012 by Eddie Robbins. All Rights Reserved.

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I’ve known Abby for years. I watch her a lot. I’ve seen her in bikinis and tried to catch the little things a bikini can reveal, like pubes, the white untanned flesh of an ass cheek near her crotch. The side of a breast, the poke of a nipple. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to slip a hand down the front of her bikini bottom as she sunbathed. Day to day, I’ve paid way too much attention when she bends over and I can see down her shirt – she likes black bras – or when I can stare at her ass. She has a stunning body, the kind of tight, athletic form with large breasts that really does it for me. And I’ll tell you something else, since we’re all confessional right now: I’ve masturbated to Abby countless times. I’m not in love with her. I don’t even have a crush on her. Lust doesn’t work that way. Lust is what it is. And Abby brings out the lust in me.

When I do it, I don’t imagine her with me. Or Jimmy. But I picture Abby coming, writhing in the middle of massive, gasping orgasms. Sometimes random guys are getting her off. Sometimes her own hands are between her naked thighs. And yeah, I’ve even imagined her with Shannon and some of her other hot female friends.

I come every time, and come hard.

But that’s it, just jerking off. Abby and I have never really flirted. Never kissed. Never seen one another naked, even accidentally. I don’t ever recall catching her looking at me. We, quite literally, have always been just friends.

So I’ll say this right now: I never planned what was about to happen.

It just happened.

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