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Leslie, the Wedding Crasher

By: WhiskeyIsGood



Call it the last minute jitters if you will; but I was getting married in one week, and I was feeling unbelievably on edge. At twenty' eight years old I figured it was time to settle down, most of my other friends already had done so, so why not. 

I figured it best to do it now before we hit our thirties and all of our friends and family start bitching about it to us. The thing was...I was not really' sure if I wanted to get married or not. 

I loved Jenny, yeah; but we had drifted apart over the six years we had been dating, and part of me just didn't' feel the way I used to feel for her. For the first few years, we were hot. Man were so fucking hot, we were on fire. Sex at least six times a week and we weren't' shy about where we did it either. We would fuck in the park, in mall bathrooms, at home, in my backyard, you name it we probably did it there. But' things just...were not like that anymore.

I won't' lie...acknowledging that is painful, but what can I do? I had tried to fix our problems, but whenever we would fight one of us or' the other would always shut down. So why get married, you ask if we have so many issues? I don't' know; 

I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping it would help us. I proposed to her during a six' month period where things seemed to be improving, and I figured it would work. But' shortly after I proposed, that's' when things went back to shit again.

Now here I was my final week as a bachelor and I had no idea what was going on inside my head. I had turned down my friends and their offers for a good bachelor party and instead opted for some time to myself, so I could try and' clear my head. I was in Center City, alone, it was a nice summer night and I was in the mood for some drinks. 

I stumbled upon a bar down around South Street and decided to go in and have some whiskey. I sat down at the bar and the bar tender approached; I gave him my order, a Jack and Coke, and he set off to prepare my drink for me while I sat and watched the TV. During a commercial break from the show that was on air, I took a brief look around the bar to see my surroundings. There weren't' very many people here, it was a slow Tuesday night apparently. 

I sighed, thanked the bar tender, and handed him the money for my drink once he handed it to me. I took my first sip and leaned back in the bar stool, tossing around in my head the situation with me and' Jenny. As I sat there, I noticed a beautiful young woman about my age sitting across from me with dark brown eyes and long black hair. She had two piercings on her lips, snakebites they called them usually. She also had a stud nose piercing and a sleeve of tattoos on her left arm. 

She could not have been a day older than twenty' one I thought, and she was hot as hell.

Just looking at her, I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants as I took another sip of my Jack and Coke. That's' when she looked over and noticed me looking at her, and I panicked looking away quickly.

I looked back a few moments later and saw her smiling back at me now. I relaxed slightly, realizing she did not seem to be angry by me looking her way. Eventually, I tried to move my attention away and focus on my drink and in doing so it wasn't' long before I had drank the entire beverage.

I was about to signal the bar tender, when he approached me with a fresh glass of Jack and Coke already prepared for me.

"From the lady," he said pointing over at her. I smiled nervously and took the glass. "Thank you," I mouthed to her and she winked at me. A few seconds later she stood up and moved around the bar, taking a seat alongside me.

"Hey...like what you see?"

I laughed feeling my stomach in knots and nodded my head. "Yeah, definitely,"

"I'm glad; my name is Leslie," she reached her hand out to shake mine and I accepted the gesture smiling back at her as my nerves began to ease up just a little. "I'm Tom," I said introducing myself. "Nice to meet you,"

"Likewise Tom," she said taking a swig of her beer. 

"So, what brings you here all alone on a Tuesday night? Just for fun or' some personal reason?"

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. I really didn't' want to unload my problems on some woman I just met in a bar; I did not want to come off as some emotional douche bag or something like that. "It's nothing," I replied softly. "Just uh...a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Oh," she answered. "Well, I'm a great listener if you want to talk."

"No, that's...that's okay, really. I don't want to be that way."

"What way? I don't mind, really, it's perfectly fine."

She smiled at me and at that moment I realized, there was no way I could ignore that beautiful smile or her beautiful eyes. Her eyes seemed to stare deep into my soul, like' she knew there was something really bugging me.

Before I knew it, we were both drinking quite heavily and soon enough I was feeling the effects of the alcohol, which helped me to open up some and talk to her about my issues a little more. I didn't' tell her I was engaged; I did not want to make her pissed that I was flirting with her while I was supposed to be getting married next week or something. Eventually though, I noticed she was starting to flirt with me, and I knew I would have to tell her.

I knew she deserved to know; and it was wrong of me to let her flirt with me anyway, I was supposed to be getting married in a week. But' I could not get those words out, I couldn't' tell her I was engaged...I was having too much fun. 

"I really like you," she said finally. I smiled at her, feeling pretty' drunk but' still knowing to an extent just what I was doing right now. "I like you too," I replied softly. 

"I have to go to the bathroom, but um...how about after I come back out, we get out of here and go back to my place. We can have some fun if you want,"

I smiled and nodded my head, agreeing to go back to her apartment with her and she stood up from the stool walking off to the restroom to relieve her bladder. I sat there contemplating what I was about to do; I was about to go home with some girl I met at a bar and have sex with her, ultimately cheating on my soon-to-be wife. As I sat there weighing over these thoughts in my mind, trying to decide if I should go through with this or not, the bar tender approached me and leaned over the counter. 

"I see you really seem to get along with Leslie,"

"Yeah," I laughed nodding my head. "She's pretty attractive."

"That's cool; it's been a long time since I've seen her happy. Ever been with a girl like her before?"

I wasn't' quite sure what he meant by that, and I finished off the last of my final Jack and Coke trying to figure it out. 

"No," I said finally, figuring he was referring to how attractive she happened to be. "No, I haven't been with anyone quite like her; but I can tell she's something special."

"She is, definitely. I hear she's a real fire cracker though; try not to piss her off,"

I laughed and so did he turning away to tend to another customer. The bathroom door opened and Leslie came out, smiling at me the whole time she walked over to the counter. 

"Hey, listen," she said. "I just got a call from my roommate and she's home a lot sooner than I thought she would be. Maybe it's' better if we go back to your place? If you don't mind I mean,"

That wasn't' what I was hoping to hear; going back to my place to have sex with another woman was risky. Jenny was away for a few days, staying with her sister in Jersey to get ready for the wedding next week; but shit happened, and like Leslie's roommate had come home early, there was always a chance Jenny could wind up doing the same thing and walking in on us together.

"I don't know...my place is a wreck, and my roommate has his girl over," I lied. "Maybe we could get a motel room? I'll pay."

"Hmm," she put her hands on her hips and thought about it. 

"Okay," she replied softly with a smile. "I'm up for that if you're willing to pay."

And' with that we were off, paying the bar tender and leaving the bar holding each other's hands as we set off in search of a motel. We settled on a cheap place not far from Center City. $100 a night, which wasn't' bad really...if I had been thinking with a sober mind though, I would have thought how bad of an idea this really was. 

I only had a credit card with me and so I paid for the room with that. We made our way up to the second floor to room 218. I inserted the key, turned it and pushed the door open, stepping inside. Leslie followed me into the small room; it looked comfortable to say the least.

A single bed, big enough for two, small kitchen, small table and a TV...your typical every day motel room I suppose. I closed the door behind us, and turned around walking right into Leslie's arms. She pulled me close to her and kissed me right on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth and I groaned kissing her back. I could taste alcohol and cigarettes on her breath, but it actually sort' of turned me on even more. 

"Why don't you go take a shower," she said smiling. "And I'll wait here and get ready for you." That was odd, I thought; was it not usually the girl who went to the bathroom to freshen up before a one' night' stand? I shrugged it off and figured it better this way anyway. 

I didn't' want to hook up with a random girl and give her a bad impression by smelling like sweat and alcohol, so really a shower didn't sound half bad.

I started to undress, and as I did I lay' my clothes out over the back of a chair at the table. I smiled at Leslie as I walked towards the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped in, under the stream, and relaxed as the water soothed my aching muscles. 

As I leaned back against the wall losing myself in the warm water, I felt my cock begin to rise to attention. I was very horny, and really' excited to be hooking up with Leslie. I quickly washed up, making sure to scrub every inch of my body, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel and drying up.

There was not much point in putting my clothes back on if I would just be taking them back off again to have sex in a few minutes; so instead, I emerged from the bathroom wearing only the towel to find Leslie lying on the bed with the covers pulled over her. She was leaning on her side, gazing at me with that seductive grin that I was quickly falling in love with.

"So, did you make sure to clean up real good?"

"Yeah," I said stepping in front of the mattress and standing there. I could feel my cock aching underneath the towel. She noticed the bulge and sat up on her knees, crawling across the bed to the ledge and undoing my towel. My cock sprang free, hard as a rock and standing at full attention and Leslie giggled. 

"Aw," she said. "He looks so hard it must hurt."

"Oh, you have no idea; whiskey has a tendency to get my hormones going,"

"Hmm...I can't wait any longer baby," she said. With that, she wrapped her beautiful lips around my throbbing erection and I threw my head back moaning in pleasure. 

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling as Leslie bobbed her head, my cock sliding in and out of her warm wet mouth and she played with my balls. She took me deeper into her mouth and gagged as I hit the back of her throat, but succeeded in taking me all the way in regardless. She could deep throat; that was certainly a rare feature in most of the women I had been with over the years. Jenny definitely couldn't' do that, not that she enjoyed sucking my cock in the first place; she hated giving me blowjobs.

I ran my hand over her left arm, over the sleeve of tattoos she had and she groaned as I teased her skin with my fingertips. I looked back down at Leslie as she continued sucking and my eyes traced over the smooth skin of her back all the way down to her beautiful ass. 

I reached forward, leaning over her and grabbing her left ass cheek, giving it a nice squeeze and she moaned against my dick. I groaned, shivering at the feeling of her hot breath against the head of my shaft.

I gave her a light slap and she jumped and giggled, but she never stopped sucking me. "I want to fuck you," 

I said it before I even realized the words were being' spoken; I wanted her to bend over and let me slip my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She stopped sucking my dick and smiled up at me. 

"Only if you promise to cum inside of me,"

That was risky; did not want to chance an unwanted pregnancy. Then again, I had fucked plenty of girls without condoms and none of them got pregnant. I couldn't' count how many times I had fucked Jenny without a condom, and not once had she gotten pregnant. 

"Okay," I replied. 

"Great," she said excitedly. "And' it would be nice if you would give me a reach around too,"

"Wait...what?"

She was still on her hands and knees, but then she straightened up and I saw it for the first time. I hadn't' noticed until now; she had been under the covers when I came out of the bathroom, and while she was sucking my cock she had been on her hands and knees the whole time so I couldn't' see. But' hanging there between her smooth legs was a semi-erect cock, probably about eight inches long and a set of balls that hung quite low.

Suddenly, I understood what the bartender meant when he asked if I had ever been with a girl like Leslie before; he wasn't' referring to how beautiful she was. He was asking me if I had ever been with a transsexual before.

"Shit,"

Leslie had turned around, her ass pointing out at me now and she was smiling back at me over her shoulder wiggling her ass as she waited for me to fuck her. 

"Well? What are you waiting for sexy?"

"I uh," I could not breathe...I could not speak. I could not find the words to say yes or no at this point and honestly I didn't' even know if I wanted this anymore. I was drunk sure; but I still had standards. 

"What's wrong?"

"I uh..."

"Oh fuck," she grumbled moving out of her current position and dropping back on the mattress looking disappointed. "You didn't know, did you?"

"No...not...not really,"

She sighed, shaking her head and lit up a cigarette, leaning back and taking a long drag before exhaling the thick white smoke. 

"I'm sorry; I should have told you. That was wrong of me to just...assume you already knew."

"No," I replied. "It's okay. Really; the bartender dropped a hint and I guess I just didn't catch on to what he meant." Leslie smiled and laughed, shaking her head. 

"Yeah...Jimmy," she said referring to the bartender. "He would know,"

I thought it over a few seconds more and made up my mind; I wasn't' interested in doing this. Plus' my buzz was wearing off and as it did I began to really question whether or not I could bring myself to cheat on Jenny.

"It's okay," I said finally.

"Really,"

"I uh...yeah,"

I couldn't' believe I was saying it myself; maybe I was still more' drunk then I had originally realized I was. I had to be, because I knew if I were sober, there was no way in hell I would be saying yes to having sex with a man right now. Even if that man happened to have a nice rack, beautiful eyes and' looked and acted just like a real woman. 

"Let's do it," I said smiling at her. 

Leslie looked beyond excited as she set the cigarette down in an ash trash and got back on her knees, pulling me close to her again. She leaned up towards me and kissed me on the lips; I could taste the cigarettes on her breath.

She moved even closer and as we stood there making out I felt her grab my cock and start stroking it, against her own dick. What a strange feeling, I was getting a hand job and my cock was against another cock. When we stopped' kissing, she smiled up at me then turned around so her ass was pointing towards me once again as it had been before. 

"Well, c'mon then fuck me baby,"

I couldn't' hold back anymore; I was so unbelievably horny it was not even funny. I got up behind her, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, so that the tip of my cock was' pressed against her anus.

She moaned as I rubbed it against her ass, then' stopped me before I could push into her. "Can't forget the lube," she said handing me a bottle of K.Y Jelly she pulled from her bag on the floor by the bed. I laughed and flipped the cap open, pouring a glob of lube all over my cock and rubbing it in really good, before adding some additional to her asshole. Once we were both set, I pressed my shaft to her asshole once more and pushed into her. 

She grunted grabbing the bed sheets and moaning as my entire length slide right into her, balls deep inside her rectum as I clung to her hips.

"That's it baby," she sighed. "Oh, yeah fuck my ass baby."

I was happy to obey that request, and I found myself pounding her now. I was slamming in and out of her ass with such force the entire mattress shook every time I pushed into her. 

She was moaning, grunting, panting and screaming my name as I fucked her, and I found myself instinctively reaching around and grabbing her erect penis in my hand. It felt weird, holding another dick beside' my own in my hand, to feel the stiffness, the veins pulsating. What the' hell was I doing? Having sex with a girl like this; no, having sex with a man. 

She looked like a woman, but I knew she was not really a woman. A real woman did not have a dick; she had a pussy.

Still, my arousal had a mind of its own and I felt myself getting closer and closer to having an orgasm. I tried to bite my lip and force it back, a mixture of rising shame and the urge to keep going a little while longer. 

Finally, though, I could not hold back anymore, and with a howl' I buried myself to the hilt inside of her and exploded. Leslie slumped forward into the mattress, and moaned as her dick began to squirt cum all over the sheets while I pumped her full of my own load.

I slumped forward, collapsing on top of her and pushing her into the mattress. She laughed, and so did I as I pulled out and rolled over next to her. Leslie crawled closer to me and lay' her head on my chest, tracing circles with her fingertips around one of my nipples. 

"That felt great," she whispered in my ear and I groaned, my head resting on my pillow. I had to agree; but I was so fucking tired now it wasn't' even funny.

"How about a blowjob,"

Despite being so tired, my cock was still semi-hard so the idea of her wrapping her warm, wet lips around it once again sounded great, and just thinking of it caused me to rise to full attention again. 

"Sounds good," I replied and she giggled. 

When she asked me about a blowjob though, I thought she meant did I want one; I hadn't' realized she meant that she wanted me to give her one, until she planted herself on my chest with her cock inches from my face and one hundred percent fully erect.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly surprised.

"Well, you said yes; didn't you?"

I had no time to explain that I thought she wanted to suck me, because the next thing I knew, Leslie was cramming her big fat dick down my throat. I gagged, slurped and gurgled as she started throat fucking me, grabbing a fistful of my brown hair and pulling as she rode my face. 

I was shocked to find that my own dick was throbbing now as I sucked her cock. I was actually enjoying myself; the musky aroma of her sweaty balls, the salty taste of her dick...it was all so arousing, I could not believe it.

It only took her about two minutes to hit her orgasm, and when she did I took in the warm salty flavor of her sticky cum as it shot down my throat. I gagged, but all in' all I successfully swallowed her entire load and licked the head of her shaft clean. When I was done, Leslie collapsed next to me and within minute's she was fast asleep, snoring softly with her face buried in the pillow. 

I had a lot to take into consideration here; I had cheated on Jenny, and not only that, but I had cheated on her with a man who lived as a woman. As the alcohol began to wear off, it began to kick in what exactly I had done. I rolled over, squeezed my eyes shut and tried to fall asleep and forget. I had to forget, for the sake of my own sanity.


Leslie, the Wedding Crasher Ch. 02



The church was full of our friends, all of them sitting comfortably on the benches lining the floors. There we stood on the' alter; Jenny on the left and me on the right, her father smiling as he took a seat after having walked his daughter down the aisle. The bridesmaids stood at my soon to be wife, and the best man stood at my side. The priest smiled at us, preparing to get the ceremony moving along, when I heard her voice yelling out across the church.

"I object!"

Everyone froze, staring at the woman standing in the doorway, lopsided grin sprawled across her face and a terrifyingly evil look in her eyes.

"Jenny...I'm afraid Tom won't be marrying you today,"

"What? Why not; who are you," Jenny replied angrily.

My heart was pounding in my chest now, I couldn't' breathe or speak, I could not think of what to do. The crowd was getting restless now, talking amongst themselves in confusion and the bride's parents were glaring at me furiously as though they knew; of course' they knew. They were her parents it was their job to know.

"Tom won't be marrying you today...because he'll be to' busy sucking my big fat cock for the rest of his life."

The room was' filled with gasps from everyone, they were all standing up now outraged and Jenny turned to look at me with disbelief in her eyes.

"Is this true Tom?"

I froze...what should' I say. What I even do?

"Tell her Tom," Leslie said smiling from across the room. "Tell her how you love my big fat cock in your mouth."

"Tom?"

My life was over. It was all' ruined, all because of Leslie.

"Tom...Tom; Tom,"

I snapped awake, sitting straight up in bed and gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat dripping profusely down my forehead. I looked to my left at the doorway of my bedroom to find my best friend and best man, Michael, standing there with a concerned look on his face.

"Dude...what the hell were you dreaming?"

"Wha-what...that was a dream?"

"Well yeah," he laughed confused. "You okay? You look like shit."

"Thanks," I mumbled climbing out of bed and wiping the sweat from my forehead. "I'll be fine; I just need a shower I think."

"Well hurry up," he said calmly as he walked out of the room. "We have to be at the church in three hours; it's your big day man."

Oh shit; I hadn't' even thought about it, but it was Sunday already. How had time gone so fucking fast? Jenny had stayed at her parent's house for the night, since the tradition was that the bride and groom were not supposed to see each other the night before or the morning of until the exact moment. 

I had done my best so far keeping her in the dark about what I had done with Leslie; she had no clue. I almost felt bad for it, but a part of me actually found it easy to keep this secret buried deep down inside.

I know what you're' thinking; I am a lying, cheating, scumbag asshole who needs to tell her the truth, right? Well you aren't' wrong, that's' for sure. In fact, some part of me was actually hoping Leslie really did show up. I hoped that she would come to the wedding to tell Jenny that I had cheated on her, because Jenny deserved to know, but I didn't' have the balls to tell her. At the same time'...did I really care? 

I did but I did not; Jenny wasn't' exactly innocent. She's' not your typical cold hearted bitch who treats me like shit, but I had for quite some time now been thinking that maybe there was a part of her that was questioning this union we were planning. When I first proposed to her' she was overjoyed, hell we both were. I mean I never would have asked her in the first place if I had not wanted to marry her. 

I loved her; but over the months that had passed by, something had just...changed between the two of us. She had given me a few hints here and there that I wasn't' the only one thinking that way, but neither of us had come right out and admitted it just yet. 

Still, even if I didn't' want to marry her even if her feelings had changed as well...did I want it to end like that? Did I want it to end with the "woman" I cheated with coming to the wedding and ratting me out in front of all of our friends and family?

That would solve the problem of neither of us having the balls to tell the other we weren't' interested in the marriage, but it would also lead to a lot of people that I cared about hating me in the end. 

Or' would it even be that way if Leslie did show up, would she tell Jenny in front of everyone else. Would she find some semi-discreet way to pass the information onto her so that no one else would find out unless Jenny told them'; I knew she did not seem like the type of girl to be nice about it, but a part of me hoped that she would take into consideration that not everyone was a part of this. It was between me, her and Jenny, and no one else.

Sighing, I got in the shower and washed up, the smell of Irish spring filling the bathroom. I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. I had tried to contact Leslie several times since that last phone call to tell her I would do whatever she wanted, but I could not get a hold of her. 

I was beginning to go crazy over this; even if I didn't' want to marry Jenny I did want it to end in a more civilized manner then this. I even hoped that maybe we could find a way to be friends. There was a lot of history between the two of us after all.

But' that definitely wouldn't' happen if it ended with Leslie telling her I had cheated on her.

Once I finished showering, I got out, dried off, and proceeded to get dressed in my tuxedo, which I had bought specifically for the wedding. An hour later, I was dressed, wearing some very nice smelling cologne, clean shaved, and almost ready to go. Michael helped me with my tie and a few other last minute things that had to be' done, and once all of that was out of the way we were out of the apartment, in my car and on the way to the church.

We arrived around 11:00 am; we were a little early to say the least, but most of the other people were here. A lot' of my friends were there, at least fifty percent of my family was as well, and the majority of the people from Jenny's side had been there for at least an hour before I even showed up. 

On the way into the building' I greeted everyone who said hello and congratulations to me; my parents were waiting inside excited to see me. We exchanged hugs and then I and' Michael made our way out back behind the church after I told him I needed some air.

"Dude, are you okay? Don't tell me you're second guessing yourself."

"No, no of course not; I'm fine Mike, don't worry."

I lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke and sitting down on the step behind me. 

"I'm just nervous, that's all; normal right?"

"Yeah," he said sitting down beside me. "It can be normal. Tom...listen, I want you to be straight up honest with me here. Do you really want to marry Jenny?" 

I gave him a look that said not to go any further, but I knew he would anyway. 

"I'm not trying to offend you buddy," he insisted. 

I knew that; he was' my best friend in the world, he had been for years. I knew he was just looking out for me like' he always had and hopefully always would do for me. 

"It's just I know you, and I know something is wrong; like I know you and Jenny have been drifting apart. And' I know you see it and so does she and I know it's' hurting you but you don't' really know what to do about any of it; and that's' okay. Really, it is, but sometimes...sometimes, you need to talk to somebody about this shit man. It's not healthy to hold it all in."

"I know," I replied calmly, taking another drag. I hesitated for a moment, wanting to tell him the truth behind all of this. I just did not know how to get it out without choking on my own damn words. 

"Listen," I said with a start. "I uh...may have done something...a little stupid,"

He waited calmly for me to continue; I didn't' see any judgment in his eyes. I was sure he knew at this point, what I was going to say next, and knowing that he would not judge me for it made it a little easier.

"I slept with somebody else."

"Yeah...I thought so." Silence hung in the air for a few long seconds after he said that, and I tried desperately to read his expressions. 

"How did you know?"

He laughed, shaking his head and patting me on the back. "I know you," he said standing up slowly. "And' I just had a feeling. Who was it? Anyone I know?"

"No,"

"Oh okay...so then who?"

"Her name was Leslie. I met her at a bar and uh...we went to some cheap motel the same night and spent the night together."

"A cheap motel huh, that's real classy bud."

"Shut up," I joked standing up and tossing my cigarette on the ground. "This shit is serious man; I'm getting married in an hour and a half, and I am absolutely going insane here okay?"

"Okay, okay, relax man. What's' the problem; you feel guilty? You should tell her then. Tell her now, before you go through with this and she finds out on her own later. You will feel a lot better about yourself, even if she breaks up with you."

"I know," I said leaning against the wall behind me. 

"I do feel guilty; but that's not all that's bothering me. What's really driving me nuts is that...Leslie said she's coming to the wedding to tell Jenny herself."

Michael laughed hysterically, and I really found myself wanting to punch him right now; but that was Mike. He had always been the kind of dude to laugh at serious subjects, it pissed me off, but he would not be Mike if he wasn't' like that. I took in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm down. 

"What's the deal," Mike said finally getting a grip. 

"She feel' bad or some shit? 

"No, not really, anything but actually; we did it twice. The second time was a few nights ago and apparently she filmed us without me knowing. She called me the next day and black mailed me; said if I didn't' do as she asked, she would come to the wedding and show Jenny the tape. I said no, and she said she would see me at the wedding and she hung up on me. I haven't been able to get a hold of her since."

"Wow," was all he could say. For the first time he looked like he was taking this a little more seriously. He knew it was an issue, and I hoped he was trying to think of a solution. 

"What did she black mail you for?"

"I told you, she filmed us having sex."

"No, no, I mean what does she want? What were the conditions?"

"Oh," I laughed nervously. How was I going to tell him this part? He didn't' know that Leslie was actually a transsexual, and if I told him the conditions were me being her sex slave his first response would be why would I say no to that. 

Unless I told him she was a tranny, he wasn't' going to understand. At the same time though I really did not want to tell my best friend that I had fucked a man with tits and been black mailed to be her...HIS sex slave.

"It's complicated."

"Well that doesn't help; c'mon, tell me."

"No, really; it's complicated as shit."

"Okay...WHAT'S complicated about it?"

I sighed, sitting down on the step again and clutching my stomach; suddenly, I felt really' sick to the fucking stomach, like' I was going to puke.

"Oh shit," he said suddenly. "You said you fucked her twice; you did it the first time a while ago I assume? Dude, did you get her knocked up?"

"No," I laughed shaking my head. "It's not that."

"Fuck man, don't scare me like that. You really would be screwed then."

"No it's just...Leslie...she's a little different than most girls."

"Different? Different like how, like she actually likes anal?"

I laughed; he was on the right path there. He had no clue how close he was actually. 

"No, uh...actually anal is really the only option there is with a girl like Leslie. There's not really...any other' holes besides her ass and her mouth."

"Okay, now you're really fucking confusing the shit out of me man,"

"Fine listen...Leslie...Leslie is a transsexual."

No other words were spoken; Michael was completely quiet for what felt like fucking forever and I prayed to whatever god existed that I wasn't' going to lose my best friend because of some stupid homophobic reason. I did not even really know if he was homophobic, but I really hoped he wasn't'. 

"Wow,"

"Wow? That's all you say is just...wow?"

"Well...I mean what...what else do I say? I kind of didn't' expect that. Like, at all, I really did not think you were going to tell me that. I mean, I thought you would tell me she hates giving head or some shit, not that she has a fucking cock."

"Well that's what I told you okay? I said it; Leslie has a dick. I fucked a man."

"Okay," he said. 

"Okay?"

"Yeah...okay, Tom. What else is there? I'm' not going to hate you just because of...that. Sure it's weird to me, but I'm not some fucking homophobe dude, you should know me better than that."

I sighed, relieved that he was not suddenly my enemy rather than my friend.

"So...what are the demands though; you still didn't tell me that part."

"Yeah well...the demands were pretty clear really. She wants me to be her sex slave, and she'll' stay away from Jenny, no questions asked. If I don't, she shows her the video of her fucking me in the ass on the couch."

"Holy shit dude," he laughed. "You took it in the ass bro?"

I couldn't' help but laugh at my best friend who was now keeling over from laughter. He was a total fucking jerk, but he was my friend.

"Can we take this seriously please?"

"Right, right," he said trying to keep a straight face. "Sorry...where were we?"

"So, I told her no; and she said she would be coming here to show Jenny. Now I don't know what to do to stop her, and I'm running out of time."

"Did you try telling her you changed your mind?"

"I can't get a hold of her," I said frustrated. 

"I've tried calling her back. I can't reach her though she won't' answer her fucking phone. It's like she wants to drive me up a god damn wall or something."

"Maybe she won't even show,"

I hoped so; maybe Michael was right. Maybe it was just some stupid scare tactic, to freak me out or something. But' what would the point be? To make me change my mind is the obvious question, but how am I supposed to tell her it worked if she won't' answer her phone. 

There was a pretty' good chance that Michael was wrong, that Leslie was coming to the wedding today to tell Jenny I had slept with her, and that I was as good as fucked. I was going to have to come to terms with that very real possibility. 

We made our way back into the church it was getting closer to the start of the wedding. When I got back inside, I received word from Jenny's little brother Jake that she had just arrived along with her two sisters and their mother. 

I was still' feeling sick to the stomach, anxiety was driving me crazy. I stepped out onto the alter, just to get a look at how many people were here already; there were a lot of people standing about, some sitting, but most standing since it wasn't quite time just yet. 

I scanned the room for one person in particular though; I didn't' see her. Maybe there was hope that she would not show or maybe I was' fucked. I tried to relax, making my way back behind the' alter again, but before I could pass through the door I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find myself face to face with Jenny's father, Robert.

"Hello Tom," he said.

"Uh...hi, how are you doing Sir,"

"Well, I should be asking you that question Tom; it is after all your big day."

"Oh, well I'm doing good...thanks."

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Yeah," I chuckled softly. "A little...I'm actually very nervous."

"It's alright son; you'll do just fine."

Robert was a big man; he was around 275 pounds and it was mostly all muscle, he worked out almost all of the time and at 54 years old he still happened to be in pretty damn good health. He was not someone you would want to fuck with or piss off. 

He had been in the Marines from the age of 18 until his mid-twenties when he and Jenny's mother Barbara got married. After that he started his own construction business and had gotten pretty' big in that particular field, his business was very successful. If anything ever happened to him, his son Jake would become the new business owner and he would be set for fucking life financially as long as he held it above ground.

I thought he was going to give me some sort of long speech, but I was relieved when he smiled and turned and walked back down to be with his wife Barbara. I sighed heavily, sweating again as I walked back behind the' alter as I originally planned. I needed a drink of water,

"Tom,"

I turned at the sound of my name being called' out and saw my two cousins Kenny and Julie walking towards me, they both looked very happy to see me. We exchanged hugs and talked for a few minutes, before Jake approached me. 

"Tom, there's someone out back asking to talk to you? She said she was invited, but I don't recognize her at' all."

I froze; this was it, I thought. It had to be Leslie, waiting outside for me, probably putting on a great fucking act for all of my friends and shit' convincing them that she really does know me while making herself look innocent enough that none of them would suspect anything between us.

"Excuse me," I said to my two cousins before pushing by Jake and making my way outside trying to look as calm as I could. Sure enough, as I stepped outside, there she was standing in the middle of the parking lot talking to who else but my soon to be sister Kristine. 

Still trying to keep my cool I rushed down the steps and into the parking lot, Michael greeting me halfway and walking with me to try to separate Kristine and her new "friend" so I could talk with Leslie and fix this, if it could even be fixed,

"Tom, hey, I just met your friend Leslie from work; she's really nice. She told me you two were like brother and sister, how come you never mentioned her before," Kristine asked.

"Oh, yeah, we're like the two siblings that are always fighting," I said jokingly, shooting Leslie a dirty look while Michael placed a hand on Kristine's shoulder. 

"Kristine uh, your sister was asking for you inside,"

Nice one Mike, I thought to myself; he really knew how to take care of shit like this I realized as he easily guided Kristine away from the scene leaving me and' Leslie to ourselves.

"What the fuck are you doing here," I asked outright, completely forgetting about the anxiety I had felt all morning' as I had known she would be here.

"I told you Tom," she said. "I said I would be here. I even came dressed for the occasion, do you like my dress?"

She was wearing a blue satin dress that showed off a little bit of cleavage, her hair was dyed' red and curled and she was wearing a very good smelling perfume. I had to admit; she was fucking hot. 

"Sorry, I just didn't think you were-"

"Serious? I think you knew I was; hell, you've been calling me repeatedly ever since I hung up on you, I obviously got through to you."

"You knew I was calling? Why didn't you answer?"

"I don't know," she said as though it were nothing. 

"I liked the idea of you panicking over me. And' by the way, I was serious about the whole thing. I even brought the tape with me...I do intend to show her."

"Look, you can't do this okay? Please, I'm begging you not to do this."

"Why not,"

"Because, this is my fucking life,"

She laughed and motioned for me to follow her around the corner out of sight of everyone else. Not knowing why really, I followed, I guess part of me was hoping there was still some way I could talk her out of this. What would I do though? Suck her cock again; let her fuck me in the ass again? If I did that, then we would be right back to square one with her black mailing me. 




Leslie, the Wedding Crasher Ch. 02



The main option was not to do those two things just to get her to back off, but to agree to do it whenever she wanted me to do it.

I was going to have to say "yes" to being' her sex slave if I really wanted her not to tell Jenny. We stopped behind the building in a corner where no one else could see us, and I knew this was it; she was going to give me one last chance to say yes or no, and I knew what I had to say this time. 

"Okay," she said leaning against the wall. "Say it,"

"Say...say' what?"

"You know what; the deal. I told you on the phone the other night, that's how we got to this point' in the first place remember? You become my official sex slave and I'll' burn this tape and leave Jenny alone. You can go about your life and get married to her, she will never know we had sex, and all you have to do is agree to having sex with me whenever I call."

"What are the terms," I asked.

"The terms; it's obvious isn't it Tom? Your' my booty call' whenever I call you, you come meet me and you do whatever sexual thing I ask. Better yet, how's this Monday, Wednesday and Friday you tell Jenny your' working late. You come hang with me and do whatever I want. There, those are the terms you asked for."

Well, that was pretty' straight to the point, I thought. It would require me to try hard' to keep this a secret and I would have to be as convincing as I could when I telling Jenny that I was working over time. That might be a little complicated, I thought. Maybe I could come up with another excuse, besides that, because she was obviously going to wonder where the extra money was. 

All in' all though this was a good deal I thought; I was surprised at myself that I was about to agree to her terms, but what other choice did I have.

"Okay,"

There it was; I had said it, finally.

"Okay? Wow...really?"

"Yes, okay. I am serious; I'll' do it Leslie. I'll be your sex slave,"

"Wow...I guess I didn't' expect you to agree."

"Well, that's what you wanted though...right?"

"Yeah of course," she laughed. "But...well, hell, we'll talk about it later. Let's go inside somewhere private so we can make this official though."

So' that was that; it was a done deal. I was officially Leslie's sex slave, and now we were going inside to make it "official," however' she planned on' doing that. We went into the church and found a private room, sneaking in, careful not to let anyone else see us going in there together. 

I locked the door behind us and Leslie sat down on a leather couch, patting the cushion beside her and motioning for me to take a seat on the sofa as well.

I sat down nervously, and she smiled seductively at me. 

"So...what is this?"

"It's our ceremony silly," she said.

"Ceremony; what are you talking about. I have to admit Leslie, I thought you were the type of girl who would tell me to just...get on my knees and suck your fucking cock outside. I didn't' expect you to bring me inside into some quiet room and be all discreet about it."

"Oh, I'm horny enough to have done it that way," she admitted and we both laughed. 

"But here's the deal; you're my sex slave. You are getting married to Jenny tonight, but you are also becoming my slave. So I figured we could be a little more discreet about it and have some fun."

"Fun,"

"That's right; now, get on your fucking knees."

Afraid she might change her mind and go give the tape to Jenny, I showed no hesitation, sliding off the edge of the couch onto my knees in front of her. She lifted up her dress, revealing that she hadn't' even been wearing any panties underneath. Her cock was as big as I recalled it being, and it looked almost painfully hard. 

"Do you Tom, swear to be my little cock sucking bitch for the rest of your life, through sickness and health, till death do us part?"

Was she serious? She could not be serious; I almost wanted to crack up laughing. In fact, I pretty much did, but she started laughing too. She slapped me across the face with her cock, stunning me, but I was still laughing a little. 

"Yes, or no," she asked.

"I do,"

"Great. And' I Leslie, swear to be your mistress, to pound your ass raw every night for the rest of our lives through sickness and health, without a condom but plenty of lube, till death do us part."

We were both laughing hysterically now, and I found that my anxiety had actually completely dissipated. I was perfectly relaxed; I almost felt comfortable in here with her. 

"You may now suck my cock," she said.

Putting everything else aside, I leaned in now and opened my mouth taking her cock between my lips and sucking and licking. I bobbed my head up and down and heard her moan as she ran her hands through my hair. 

She pushed my head down against her groin, forcing her cock deeper down my throat and holding it there moaning in pleasure. She began lifting her ass up off the couch, grinding against my face, thrusting in and out of my mouth. I was gagging and slurping, saliva running down her cock all over her balls, as she whispered my name.

"Oh yeah Tom; that's it baby. Suck my fucking cock,"

I continued sucking, and she continued moaning and talking dirty to me. 

"You like my cock in your mouth, don't you? Tell me tell me you like to suck mistress's cock."

I stopped just long enough to look up at her and reply with, "Yes Mistress, I love sucking your cock."

"Mm, that's a good boy. Tell me you love me,"

"I do,"

"Say it,"

"I love you,"

I didn't' mean it fully, maybe a little, but not completely. I had not really known her long enough to' legitimately' love her. And' it was a little hard to say it and mean it when she was slapping me across the face.

"I love you 'MISTRESS'" she corrected me.

"Yes, I love you mistress," I said, correcting my phrasing of the words.

"Tell me the truth you little whore; do you love Jenny?"

I continued sucking her cock, ignoring the question, not actually sure, what the rights answer even was. 

"I said, do you love Jenny,"

"Yes," 

"Okay, that's fine. But' do you really want to marry her?"

I hesitated again; it took a little longer to bring myself to answer that one. It dawned on me suddenly as I was sucking her cock, that I really had no idea if I wanted to marry Jenny. Maybe it would be better to just' spend the rest of my life with Leslie, which I could do anyway, but it might be nice to be able to do that without having to sneak around behind Jenny's back. 

"I don't know,"

"Mm, that's okay baby." 

I had stopped sucking her off now and sat down on the couch beside her. She smiled at me calmly, and for the first time I could see that she was actually not the cold' hearted controlling bitch I thought she was. She actually sort' of...cared.

"What if I told you I talked to Jenny already?"

"What?" 

Was she fucking serious? Now I was pissed! 

"You can't be serious,"

"I am."

"When, how and fucking why?"

"Ha-ha-ha, I'm just joking,"

"What the fuck!"

This girl was ridiculous, but I actually really liked her a lot. She was still laughing, and I sighed, leaning back against the couch.

"No, but really; this is a serious question. Do you want to be with Jenny? Or would you want to maybe be with me?"

"I...really don't know. I want to be with you I think your' this...funny, crazy, silly girl. A little manipulative and a bit of a liar too, but as weird as it is I actually sort of like you."

We continued laughing and soon, I found myself right back to sucking her cock again. I sucked and stroked and played with her balls as well until finally, she tensed up, grabbing me by the hair and shoving her dick all the way down my throat. I gagged as I felt her begin to cum, shooting her load down my gullet. She came buckets, literally, it felt like shot after shot of her sticky semen and I thought it would never end, but it eventually did. 

I felt her hand move away from my head, and I came back up for air gasping as her cock slid out from between my lips. I could still taste her lingering on my tongue as I licked my lips and she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. There was a soft knock on the door and we both jumped, startled.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me, Mike...their ready to start the wedding man. Hurry up in there,"

"I'll be there in ten minutes," I called back. 

When I was sure' Mike had walked away from the door I looked at Leslie and she smiled at me. 

"We can work this all out later if you want,"

"I really don't know," I replied. "Not like there'll be a later," I laughed.

I walked to the door, popping a piece of gum into my mouth as I reached to unlock it but as I reached out Leslie grabbed me by the arm stopping me. 

I turned the lock, but before I could open the door, she pulled me away into her arms and hugged me. 

"I'm sorry I was a bit of a bitch about all of this. It is wrong of me to make you run around behind Jenny's back; I guess I just was caught up' in the moment with the thought that I really liked you and I started acting selfish. You don't have to do this if you don't want to; I can leave you alone and we can act like this never happened."

The thought was tempting, but I realized I probably could not keep this from Jenny for the rest of my life even if I wanted to. It was better if I just told her...hell, it was obvious that I did not want to be with her and it was unfair of me to go through with this wedding without telling her the truth. 

I was fairly' confident that she was probably feeling the same way anyway.

"Listen," I said. "I think I know what I want; it's not right for me to keep this from Jenny. And I think I'm' starting to realize I want to be with you anyway. So' I think I want to just' tell her and I'm not sure what we'll do from there but...we'll figure it out I suppose."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah...I think so."

She smiled, and gave me a kiss on the lips. I groaned as I felt her tongue sliding into my mouth and my cock beginning to harden. She pulled me closer to her and I felt her own dick pressing against my leg. 

I laughed, realizing that while I had been sucking her off, she had slipped out of her dress and now stood in front of me totally' naked. 

We were getting carried away though; I only had a few minutes to figure out how I was going to tell Jenny about this before the wedding started, then we had to figure out how to tell everyone it was canceled without telling them all the exact reason.

I was about to end our little make out session when I heard the click of the door opening and a gasp; we both pulled away from one another and glanced towards the door to find Jenny's sister Natalie standing there. 

"What the fuck is this," she demanded. 

It was pretty' obvious I thought...I was totally fucked at this point. 

Not only had Natalie caught me in a room making out with another woman other than her sister, but' Leslie was totally naked so it was quite clear we were having sex and on top of that her cock was fully erect and in full view for Natalie. 

So now, she knew I had cheated on her sister and she' also knew that I had cheated with a transsexual. What the fuck were we going to do?



Leslie, the Wedding Crasher Ch. 03



"Natalie...I uh...I can explain," 

"Oh, can you?"

"Y-Yes...I...will..."

I looked at Leslie, who smirked back at me and then I sighed, looking back towards Jenny's sister. The girl stared back at me with a fierce look in her eyes that told me, no matter what I said she was going to tell Jenny.

"I'm waiting Tom," she said angrily.

"I uh...guess...I can't explain." I had to accept defeat here...I was caught, and that was that, there was no getting out of it because it was obvious what I was doing. 

Natalie stepped in and closed the door behind her locking it, and began pacing the room still looking quite pissed off. 

I sat down on the couch, covering myself with my boxers and Leslie covered herself as well. Natalie stopped pacing, and leaned back against the door and ran a hand through her hair, 

"How long have you been cheating on my sister Tom?"

"Not...long," I said, "Maybe a week; I met Leslie at a bar about a week ago..."

"Leslie," she repeated, staring at Leslie, "Your name is Leslie? You're not a girl though, you have a fucking dick. Tom, she has a fucking cock, you are screwing a dude. Are you gay or something? 

What...what is this?"

I sighed, stood up and slipped into my boxers, then my pants and sat back down, burying my face in my hands. I was trying to think of what to say, how to explain; I was not going to hide anything anymore, but there was no easy way to explain that I had been fooling around with a transsexual.

"Leslie is a transsexual," I said outright, "Yes, we are sleeping together...as you already know. But I don't really know if it makes me gay or not. I just know that... I just know that Leslie is a woman."

She smiled over at me, as though she were flattered that I had referred to her as a woman when it was so obvious that she had parts that a woman was not supposed to have. 

It was true though; I saw Leslie as a woman, whether she had a penis or a vagina, that did not matter to me. Hell, I had even come to enjoy the fact that she had a penis. 

Natalie snorted, breaking my attention away from Leslie who was still smiling, and grabbed her purse off the table sitting beside her before turning for the door.

"I'm going to tell Jenny right now; I suggest you leave while you have the chance. My dad's going to be looking for you once he finds out."

With that said' she walked out and left Leslie and I to ourselves. 

As it dawned on me that I was going to get my ass kicked by their father if I did not leave right away, I stood up and started putting on the rest of my clothes. I was surprised to see Leslie assisting me by grabbing everything I had discarded onto the floor and handing it to me, before scrounging around for her own materials. 

We slipped into our clothes and slipped out the door, sneaking down the hallway and towards the exit. I peered out into the church seating area trying to see what was going on; then I heard the yelling. It sounded like Jenny, freaking the fuck out, naturally. I could also hear her father screaming and cursing up a storm.

"That's our cue I think Tom," Leslie insisted grabbing my arm and yanking me out the door. 

I did not protest, rather I went along with her knowing I had little time to get out of here before her dad came barreling after me. We rushed to my car, got inside and I started up the engine, hauling ass out of the church parking lot. Part of me felt bad that it had to happen like this, that Jenny was probably devastated and hated me with a passion. 

At the same time though I knew there was no real 'right' way for it to happen. Even if I had confessed to her that I was losing interest in her, it would still have ended in tears, one way or another.

"What do you want to do?" Leslie asked.

I glanced over and sighed, coming up on a red light. "I don't know," I replied anxiously. 

I pulled the car over to the side of the road as my phone began to ring and I pulled it out to see the caller ID said Mike. I pressed talk and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Dude, what the fuck," Mike blurted out, "Natalie caught you guys?"

"Yeah, she caught us fucking red handed. I should have just told her myself...what's going on back there?"

"What do you think is going on," he asked sarcastically. I heard a sudden commotion in the Background like people arguing then I heard Jenny yelling at Mike. She demanded to know if he was talking to me, and he hesitated, which more than enough of an answer for her. 

I heard her demand that he give her the phone, then what sounded like them fighting over the phone before she managed to get it off of him and spoke to me.

"What the fuck is your problem Tom," she yelled.

"Hi Jen...I um..."

"Don't say you can explain," she yelled, "I don't want to hear it right now...is it true? Just tell me if it is true or if its' not, because I need to know from you and nobody but you. I deserve that much, don't you think?"

"Yes, you do," I said. "I'm sorry okay? I should have told you...I wanted to forget it even happened."

"By fucking her again," she yelled. "That's another thing Natalie said... she said it's not even a woman. That it was a man or a cross-dresser or-"

"She's a transsexual," I interrupted. "And I 

didn't plan on sleeping with her again...she kept trying to reach me and I just went along with it all. It was nobody's fault but my own Jen, okay? I admit that."

She sighed, and I leaned my head back against the seat. 

"You should stay out tonight," Jen finally said. 

"But come by tomorrow."

"To pick up my stuff right," I asked.

"Well you do want to be with her don't you? Not just that though...come alone, so we can talk like civilized people instead of fighting on the phone."

I was surprised; the anger in her voice had suddenly faded. She did not seem forgiving exactly, but she definitely did seem strangely calm whereas just a few minutes ago she sounded just as pissed off as she should have been. 

I told her I would be there in the morning and I would pack my things and we could talk about all of this like she wanted before I would leave. Then we hung up and I glanced over at Leslie who surprisingly looked upset herself.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, "I shouldn't have gotten you into all of this."

"It's alright; I do want to be with you. This is something that's' been coming up for a long time. I wish it hadn't played out exactly this way but if it had not ended right now, it would have ended five years from now with a divorce that probably would have cost us more money than we had."

We decided to go back to Leslie's apartment and I would stay there for the night. When we got there, we talked and she apologized again and I could hardly believe how fast the dominant, manipulative side of her seemed to have faded away. 

She confessed that actually seeing all the chaos it created had made her feel bad whereas before she wanted to have me all for herself no matter who got hurt in the process. I was happy to see that she saw how much of a bitch move that was, and actually felt remorse. It meant she wasn't' the cold-hearted bitch I thought she was in the beginning. 

We both went to bed around 11:30 that night but there was no sex involved. I think we were both so turned off by all the drama from earlier that neither of us were' interested in anything like that. Leslie said she wanted to wait until everything was settled tomorrow between Jen and me before we had sex together again; she was being completely out of character from the person I had come to know in the short amount of time that I had known her.

The next morning, I got up early, got myself together and left before Leslie even woke. I got in my car and drove back to the apartment that was once mine and Jens' but now would probably be Jenny's only. I knocked on the door and a few moments later, she pulled it open and smiled faintly. She looked like she had been crying and it broke my heart to see. 

"C'mon in," She said.

I stepped into the apartment and she closed the door as I did. I looked back at her and she stepped forward and gave me a hug; I embraced her, hugging her back and then letting go. 

"Want to talk before you pack?"

"Sure," I said. We sat down at the kitchen table, she got us both some coffee and we began our discussion about everything that had happened.

"I'm sorry," I said immediately, "I didn't uh...want it to end this way."

"It's okay; not really but...what I meant is I'd known this was coming for a while."

That took me off guard; what exactly did she know was coming?

"Meaning what exactly?" I asked.

"Just that we haven't been the same lately; I knew we were drifting apart. I knew that things were probably going to end and I knew that you didn't' really want to get married. It's okay though because I felt the same way all this time, I think that neither one of us wanted to say anything until the other did though. Fact of the matter is some couples drift away from one another...sometimes it can be fixed, and sometimes it cannot. I'm not upset about all of that, I am not upset that this is over. I'm upset that you slept with somebody else behind my back and did not tell me. That I had to find out about it from my sister who, may I remind you is still more shocked then I am but more so that she caught you with a transsexual, than the fact that she caught you cheating." 

I had to laugh at that, Jen laughed as well. I knew Natalie all too well and I knew she was the type girl that most would consider to be preppy. There were always the "Oh my gods" and the other things that girls like that were known to say out of angst and drama.

"I really am sorry; I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was planning to tell you before the wedding. That I was going to come find you and say it was off and all that stuff, but Natalie just sort of caught me before I could."

"I believe you," she chuckled. "But it doesn't change what you did. What I can say though is that what is done is done, we knew this was going to end either way it just didn't end quite the way either of us wanted it to. We can still be friends I suppose though," she said smiling. 

So there it was what I had been hoping to hear once all of this was finished. I did want to remain friends with Jen, because we had been through so much together as a couple that it would have been impossible for me to just forget about her.

"What about your family?" I finally asked.

"Still pissed and not as forgiving as I am. But they'll move on."

After a couple more cups of coffee, I got up and began packing my stuff. I was relieved to have been able to work out our differences and have us both agree to remain friends. 

As I packed, we continued to talk; it was the strangest feeling in the world. My fiancée had just learned a day ago that I was cheating on her and now here we were with her helping me pack and talking to me in a civilized manner just one day later.

As we talked, she brought up Leslie and asked if I was gay. I told her that truthfully I had no idea what being with Leslie made me but it wasn't something I was putting a lot of thought into. 

She asked if I planned on staying with Leslie and I admitted that I did. Then she suggested that at some point once the healing is over, the three of us get together and hang out or something. I was still finding it difficult to believe how understanding Jen was being about all of this, but 

I would not complain. After all, like she said we had both known it was not going to last, we just did not realize it would end in the manner and fashion that it had ended.

I made my way back to Leslie's apartment and carried all my stuff up the stairs to the third floor. When I walked inside, I could hear the shower running in the bedroom as I made my way towards the room to unpack. I set the boxes down on the floor next to the mattress, then' walked into the bathroom to let Leslie know that I was home.

"Hey, I'm back."

"How did it go," she asked over the sound of the shower water.

"Better than I thought; we talked like civilized people. Worked out our differences and came to the conclusion that we both knew it was over all along but neither of us could bring ourselves to admit to it; we're still friends. She wants to meet you, but after the 'healing process' is over."

She peeked out of the shower curtain and smiled. 

"I told you everything would be okay," she giggled. "All that drama yesterday for nothing...you should have just been honest with each other from the beginning."

She was right, but there was no going back and changing what was already done. This was the way it had gone down and it was over now so we could all begin to move forward with our lives. 

"Now, I seem to recall making you my sex slave," 

she said seductively. I laughed, leaning against the bathroom wall as she pulled the shower curtain back to reveal her naked and wet body. Her skin glistened with the water and her cock was semi-erect and dripping water.

"It's official now that you and Jen are broken up though. So as your new Mistress, my first official order is for you to get undressed and get in the shower with me. I want you to suck my cock like the little bitch you are."

"Yes Mistress," I said stripping right away and climbing into the shower. I pulled the curtain back as I stepped in and we kissed, the water running over our bodies as we stood there making out together. 

Then, I got down on my knees, opened my mouth and started sucking her cock. It tasted clean; she had obviously just washed up before I had walked into the shower. A shame she would have to wash up again by the time I was done with her.

I sucked her cock for a few short minutes, her moans of pleasure fueling my passion as she ran her hand through my wet hair thrusting in and out of my throat causing me to gag only on a few occasions.

Then she pulled her dick from my mouth, and took me by the hand, pulling me to my feet and turning me around to face the shower wall. She leaned against me, and I could feel her throbbing dick probing at my asshole. 

The shower water ran down my back and along my ass crack, providing plenty of lube as she poked my hole a few times before carefully pushing into me. I tensed up, grunting; it was still relatively new to me. But I adjusted as she pushed inch by inch all the way into my ass until she was finally buried up to her wet balls.

She grabbed me by the hips and did not wait for me to adjust any further, simply began to plow my ass with long hard strokes. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together echoed through the bathroom along with our moans of pleasure. 

I felt my whole body shuttering as she fucked me harder and harder and finally she drove her cock all the way into my ass and came.

She leaned in and whispered into my ear, 

"We are going to have so much fun now that we can be an actual couple Tom. Just you wait."

I couldn't wait; I did not know if this made me gay, bisexual, straight or whatever. What I did know was that I had gone from being completely freaked out by all of this just a few days ago, to actually really enjoying being with Leslie and having her as my new girlfriend or mistress so to speak.



Leslie, the Wedding Crasher



The following morning, I woke with a start and inhaled the sweet scent of Leslie's perfume from the pillows mixed with the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. I groaned, lifting my face from the pillows and rolled over to stare up at the ceiling as memories of the previous night came rushing back.

I noticed then, that Leslie was not beside me; she was gone. Where, I did not know for sure. Then I noticed the sound of the shower running, and realized she had not left, she was simply washing up. This was my chance to try and' get out of here without having to deal with any confrontations. I wanted to forget about last night, I did not want to talk to her. 

I slipped out from under the blankets and grabbed my clothes, slipping into them and being extra quiet. Once I had my shoes on and the laces tied, I made my way to the door and snuck outside into the cool morning air. I breathed a breath of relief as I made my way down the stairs and rushed home. 

Once I got to my house, I tore off my clothes and got right in the shower, washing away all of the evidence of last night. I washed my cock nice and good, and scrubbed away her scent, before getting out and brushing my teeth and using mouthwash to rid myself of the taste of her cum,

I sat down on the couch and tried to relax; that wasn't' working though. I wound up spending the rest of the day drinking to try and' help cope with the frustration and thousands of different thoughts flooding my brain. Two days passed by and by now I was finally starting to get my mind back in the right place; I was finally starting to readjust. 

I had not thought it was going to be okay after everything that happened, but so far Jenny did not seem to suspect anything and I was adjusting to the idea of keeping it secret from her. Thursday night, I was sitting at home on my couch watching TV; I had work in the morning and was just trying to kick back and relax before going to bed. Around 9:00' the phone rang, but I did not recognize the number on the caller ID. I picked up, lifting the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Tom...its Leslie,"

Fuck...I slammed the phone back down on the receiver and stared at it for a long time, not wanting to believe that had just happened. How the' hell did she get my number? Why the' hell was she even trying to get in touch with me in the first place? She knew I had a girlfriend and that we were getting married in a few short days...what was' she thinking.

The phone rang again and I growled under my breath, snatching it up off the receiver to my ear. This time, I did not say a word I just stayed quiet. 

"Tom, its Leslie...don't hang up on me,"

"Why are you calling me...furthermore how the fuck did you get my number?"

"I looked you up," she replied nonchalantly. "You gave me your full name, so it wasn't' actually all that difficult to do. That's what phone books are for,"

This was absolutely' crazy, there was no way this was happening.

"Why are you calling me Leslie; we can't talk anymore. I am' getting married in a few days, I told you that. What we did the other night-"

"What we did the other night was fucking hot," she cut me off. "You know it was too; and I also happen to know that you don't really want to get married. You didn't' even have to tell me that one, its' written all over your face when you talk about Jenny. You love her, but not like you use to love her, so listen. We had chemistry, we really got along great and I think we both really had fun. If you're so unhappy with Jenny, leave her for me."

It amazed me how straight forward she was; how blunt she could be. She said it as though it were as simple as just telling Jenny and leaving her. "I can't," I said in a serious tone. I just could not do that, it was bad enough that I had cheated in the first place. Maybe there was some truth in what Leslie said...maybe I did not really want to marry Jenny. But' I would not hurt her by letting her find out that I had cheated on her, and then on top of that leaving her for another man. 

"I'm not gay," I blurted out.

"Gay; who said anything about gay...you're not gay baby, unless you think you are. I'm all woman'...maybe not ALL, but more woman then a man."

"I just can't okay? I'm not interested," She sighed into the phone and before she could say anything else, I hung up and disconnected the phone from the wall so she could not call me back. Stressed, I went to the kitchen and took a shot of Jack before heading to my room and crawling into bed. 

I buried my face in the pillow and tried to fall asleep; unfortunately, it took me an hour and a half to drift off though.I 

woke the next morning, my memory of the phone call from Leslie was hazy, but when it came back to me' I felt the anxiety I had felt the night before return with the memory. I took another shot of Jack and proceeded to get myself ready for work, shaving, showering and dressing and out the door.

I worked at a supermarket in maintenance. It was an easy job in my opinion. I changed trash, cleaned things, and kept the store taken care of for six hours straight before someone else came in and took my place. I usually always worked from 9 am to 3 pm. I did my normal routine, changing trash, taking cardboard from some of the departments to the box crusher, and a few other things before heading to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. 

It was pressing noon and I would be going on break real' soon. I was walking down isle five towards the bathrooms when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. "Tom,"

I turned around, and to my horror, there she was standing a few feet away from me smiling with that broad smile I remembered...Leslie.

"What...are you doing here?" I was really pissed off now.

"Just came to talk," she said walking up to me and leaning against a shelf. I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. 

"At my fucking job," I said through gritted teeth. "You came to 'talk' at my job? How the' hell do' you even know where I work? Are you some kind of fucking stalker or some shit, I mean do you not understand me when I say I don't want to be with you?"

"God; you don't have to be so mean about it Tom. I came to talk to you about how you took the hell off like that the other day; so why don't you take your break and meet me out front and we'll figure all of this out." 

Figure what out I thought as she walked away in such a confident manner I could hardly believe I had let her walk off without me saying no first. I did not know what angle she was trying to work here but there was no way I would let her win.

I clocked out for my break after I came out of the bathroom and rushed out front to get this over with'. There she was, sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette, smiling at me the whole time. She had her hair pulled into pigtails and was wearing lots of makeup. I walked over and sat down across from her and nervously tapping my foot, I cleared my throat.

"What is this about," I asked with a start. 

The look in my eyes; she had to know I was furious. The funny thing was, she seemed to take pleasure in that thought, rather than fearing my anger or backing down like' I wished she would. 

"I told you; I wanted to talk about the other night."

"I left because I didn't want to 'talk' Leslie,"

"So what Tom; that's really fucking rude you know,"

"Look...I'm sorry okay. I just...had a hard time realizing once I sobered up that I had not only cheated on my fucking soon to be wife, but I did it with a fucking man."

Leslie laughed, taking a drag of her cigarette and turning to face me. I shook my head as she sat there, flaunting her cleavage. 

"Hello," she said in a humorous voice. "Boobs...big beautiful boobs; I'm a woman, remember?"

"Right," I replied annoyed. "A woman who just happens to have a dick,"

"Ouch," she laughed. "You didn't seem so against it when it was in your mouth." 

I shook my head, looking around nervously hoping that no customers or fellow co-workers had overheard that part. Luckily, no one was anywhere near us at the' moment and I sighed a sigh of relief.

"Leslie...get' to the point. What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, c'mon now...I only want to-"

"Talk right? Well my break is almost over; so we're' running out of time. Listen, you need to leave me alone okay, I'm' getting married. I don't need this shit' from you, I made a mistake."

She stood up and stretched, taking another drag of her cigarette before leaning against the wall behind her and smirking at me seductively."That mistake could ruin your life if you don't cooperate with me Tommy boy. So' here's' how it's going to go; I'm going to tell you're soon to be wife that you fucked a tranny, and I'll be sure to mention how you sucked my cock too. 

I'm going to destroy your marriage before it even begins."

The look on her face told me she was serious, she had the balls...literally...to do exactly what she said she was going to do. I had no doubt in my mind about that, and I realized now I had to find some way to fix this situation.

Leslie-"

"No, I'll do it Tom; I'll fucking ruin your life!"

"Please, don't do that okay? I, I'm sorry...just don't do that,"

She smiled at me throwing her cigarette to the ground and crushing it, extinguishing the light. 

"Well," she said. "Maybe we could...work something out between the two of us. If you're willing to that is,"

I knew she wanted something; I had known this whole time, even though she kept insisting that she only wanted to talk. I just did not know what she wanted, and I couldn't' come up with even an idea as to what it may be.

"What do you want Leslie; I will do anything you want."

"How about this; how about since your break is almost over, I stop by your apartment tonight and we can have a little sit down and talk about this all. I'm sure we can come up with something,"

Did I really want her at my apartment? No, absolutely' not, but I definitely did not want her to tell Jenny what we had done together either.

"Okay," 

"Okay; then I'll see you tonight around 9:00 pm, sound good?"

"Yeah fine; my address is-"

"I already know," she said in a calm tone. "Internet,"

And' with that, she walked off, leaving me behind in complete frustration. I sighed heavily wondering what kind of "deal" she was going to offer me tonight. I checked the time on my cell phone realizing my break was finished I had to get back into the store, clock back in and finish up' my shift.

The rest of my day went relatively fast, and when it was over' I clocked out and rushed home. It was only 3:00 and I had plenty of time before my little "meeting" with Leslie, but I was so nervous I ran home anyway. When I got to my apartment, I made a dash for the bathroom turning on the shower and stripping naked. 

I had showered already that morning, but I needed another hot one to help calm my nerves. It was a nice technique an old psychiatrist' taught me on relieving the effects of anxiety, and right now my anxiety was literally through the roof so I looked forward to a hot shower.

Time ticked by so slowly after the shower, and after an aching amount of' time had passed by it was finally 8:45 when I heard a soft knock at the apartment door. Nervously, I stood up and walked across the room, trying to calm my nerves as I reached to unlock and open the door. When I pulled it open, there stood Leslie wearing a black skirt and a black band t-shirt for the band "In This Moment."

"Hi," she said simply, as she smiled at me. She brushed right past me into my' apartment and dropped down onto my couch like it was nothing. Make yourself at home, I thought silently to myself. 

I closed the door and walked across the room, sitting in the recliner across from her so we could sit face to face; I wanted to get this over with'. Whatever plan she had, I just wanted her to get it out in the air so we could get it done and over with once and' for all.

"Alright," I said starting. "Let's talk; what do I have to do to stop you."

"Well, I don't know just yet. First, let me ask you, how far are you willing to go to stop me? What exactly are you willing to do to make sure I don't' tell Jenny what we did the other night? Because, I have quite a few ideas,"

I wasn't' liking the look in her eyes; that sexual look she had the same night we fucked. 

"I don't know," I replied. "What do you want...?"

She chuckled, crossing her legs and leaning back against the couch. She took a deep breath, and exhaled, staring up at the ceiling above us as though she were thinking of something to say. 

"Well,"

I thought she would her demands right then and' there; I was wrong though. She was trying to torture me mentally, trying to drive me fucking insane. 

"You're being so rude; go get me something to drink. Not much of a gentlemen, are we,"

I sighed, irritated, standing up and walking to the kitchen. I forgot to ask what she wanted to drink, but I didn't' give a shit when I realized. 

She would get whatever the' hell I gave her and in this case it was going to be water. I had not had the chance to go shopping yet, so that was all I had in right now. I came back from the kitchen handing her the glass of water and dropping back down on the recliner across from her as she took a sip and set the glass down on the table. 

She smiled at me, such a confident smile. It made me a little uncomfortable to see such confidence in her eyes right now.

"So," she started. "About Jenny; I think I can work something out here if you really don't want me to tell her. I'm' not asking for much really, unless you make it more than it has to be. But' if you say no, I will tell Jenny. No questions asked, no stopping me. So you either say yes, or I fuck your life up,"

That was pretty' straight forward, and I could still see she was so serious. 

"I want a piece of that sweet ass,"

I laughed; I couldn't' help it, I just let loose and cracked up laughing. She couldn't' be serious after all, now could she? I mean, she really wanted me to have sex with her to stop her from telling Jenny that I already had sex with her. How crazy did that sound, I knew it sounded damn crazy to me.

"I don't know what you're laughing at; I'm being serious Tom."

I shifted uncomfortably in the recliner and sat on the edge of the cushion, shaking my head running a hand through my hair. 

"Are you really," I asked a little unsure. "I mean...really?"

"Yes, really; have one more night with me, and I'll leave you alone. Completely alone, I swear. It will be like' I never existed, you can go back to living your life without me and Jenny, most importantly, will never know. If you say no though, I will go right to her and I don't' think she will like what I have to say. So I suggest you make the right choice here,"

"What," I started. "You want to reenact what we did the other night?"

"Not quite," she laughed. 

She motioned with her eyes towards her groin and suddenly I understood what she meant by "piece of that ass." She did not' want me to fuck HER again, like' I had done the other night. 

I had also given her a blowjob the other night and I understood now that what she really wanted was probably another blowjob and a little more than that. What I did not understand', was why. Was it because she really wanted it' for sexual satisfaction, or was it to humiliate me. 

So' she could hold it over my head, dominate me and make me the "bitch" so to speak. 

"No fucking way; you're fucking joking. I'm not doing that."

"Okay," she said standing up and reaching into her pocket. She pulled out her cell phone, flipped it open and I panicked. 

"Just have to make one phone call and-"

"Okay, hold the fuck on," I shouted angrily. She glanced up from her screen at me, waiting for me to tell her why she should bother stopping. 

I sighed in defeat, shaking my head. I swore I would not lose this battle, but I saw now that there was really no way I was going to win it either. "

I'll do it,"

"Great," she said sliding her phone back into her pocket. 

Wasting little time at all, she sat back down and lifted her skirt revealing she had never even been wearing panties underneath the skirt. I shook my head, I could hardly believe I was about to follow through with this right now. I walked over towards her, getting down on my knees as her cock began to grow erect. 

I had forgotten how big it actually was, yet at the same time, just staring at it and remembering how I had sucked her off the other night I felt my own dick responding, growing erect in my pants. 

She stroked herself, right in front of my face, smiling the whole time; she had won. I closed my lips around her shaft, recalling the flavor of her cock as my tongue swirled around the head as it had the other night.

I heard her moan softly, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing her dick deeper down my throat. I choked, and I gagged, and I felt my throat tighten around her dick as she began shoving it in and out of my mouth. The same slurping and gagging sounds I was use to hearing were the sounds that I was making now, rather than someone else making them as they went down on me. 

I would never admit it; but deep down, I had gotten over the disgust, and actually found myself enjoying myself. Her cock tasted good, the scent of her balls turned me on even more and I found my own dick throbbing by now. 

"Mm, yeah, that's it babe," she moaned. "Suck that fucking cock baby,"

I bobbed my head up and down, as she still held on to a fistful of hair, thrusting in and out of my mouth. I felt her warm sweaty balls against my chin, and I moaned back at her as I flicked the tip of her dick with my tongue.

"What's that," she asked. "Did you just moan?"

I ignored her, not thinking it was an actual question, only to receive a light slap across the face. I was a' bit taken back, but I stopped sucking her cock and looked up at her to wait for her to tell me why she had slapped me. 

"I just asked you a fucking question,"

"Sorry..."

"Sorry what," she asked slapping me again, a little harder this time.

"S-Sorry," I replied, not quite' sure what she wanted. 

She slapped me a third time, this time the hardest, and I yelled in pain as my cheek stung.

"Mistress," she yelled at me angrily. "Call me mistress!"

"Sorry Mistress, it won't happen again," I corrected myself. 

"Good; now answer the question. Did you, or did you not just moan."

"Yes, I did." Another smack across the face, and I grunted, rubbing the red bruise forming on my cheek now. 

"Yes, I did moan mistress," I corrected myself again. 

She shoved her cock back into my mouth, throat fucking me now and groaning the entire time.

"That's what I thought. You are' such a little whore Tom, you know that? You're' my little fucking cock sucking fucking bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I said pulling her cock from my mouth for just a moment.

"Mm," she moaned. "Good boy; now stand up." I followed her commands, pulling her dick from my mouth regretfully, and standing in front of her. 

"Get undressed."

Slowly, I removed my shirt, tossing it to the floor followed by my pants and my boxers. Now I stood in front of Leslie, completely naked, my hard cock pointing straight out towards her, sweat running down my chest.

"Good...turn around so I can see that ass,"

Turning around, I gave her a nice view of my ass and I heard her groan as she stroked her cock. She leaned forward and slapped my ass; I jumped in surprise and she giggled, giving it a light kiss on one of the two cheeks. 

"That's right baby; you want me to fuck that sweet ass of yours, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress,"

"Say it," she hissed. "Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass."

"I...I want you to fuck my ass please,"

SLAP

I grunted, rubbing the red bruise on my ass then howled as she smacked me again, twice as hard this time and a third time the hardest of all three.




Leslie, the Wedding Crasher



"I want you to fuck me in the ass mistress," I yelled out, correcting myself faster than I could think of the words. 

"Good boy," she said. "Now, c'mon over here and sit on my lap."

I was not going to defy her'; I didn't' want her to smack me again. Then again, part of me did; it gave me a strange sense of a high. I turned around and she stood up, shoving me onto the couch in a position that I was leaning over the back, staring down at the floor behind the sofa. She got behind me; I felt the furniture shifting under her weight as she removed her shirt and bra, lifting up her skirt. I felt her hard cock rubbing against my asshole and her breasts against my back. 

As confused as I felt knowing I was about to get' fucked in the ass, the feeling of her soft, squishy boobs against my back gave me the comfort I desired to set my mind at ease. I felt her dick probing my ass as she pried my cheeks apart and rubbed against me seductively.

"You want my dick baby?"

"Yes Mistress,"

"Yes mistress what?"

"Yes mistress, I want your dick."

I gasped, gripping the back of the couch, biting my lip as I felt the hot searing pain in my ass as she plunged deep inside of me. It only dawned on me just then that she had not used any lube; that would explain why it hurt so much. 

I gasped, burying my face in the cushion as I felt every inch of her huge dick pull out and then slam right back into me. My stomach was in knots as again, she repeated the same moves, pulling almost all the way out and ramming straight back into me all the way in to the balls. 

"Oh, fuck you're so tight,"

I felt her pushing me further into the cushion as she began pounding my ass, with long hard strokes. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the apartment as she rammed in and out of my ass. I moaned, biting my lip, the pain dying down just a little bit...not as much as I wished though. 

Soon enough Leslie was pounding me so hard, I could feel the couch moving out of place underneath of us and I felt my entire body seizing up. There was this strange feeling that overcame me; like' my whole body tightened up, every muscle started losing control, tightening and un-tightening. 

"Oh fuck," I cried out in ecstasy. 

I had never expected it to feel so god damn good, but the better it felt the more I found myself pushing back against her, she dug her nails into my hips really fucking the hell out of me now.

"You're...so...fucking...tight," she said between heavy breaths as she thrust in and out of me. I felt my dick burning, and without warning' I gasped, shooting my load all over the sheet that covered the cushion. 

Thank god Jenny preferred to cover her furniture with sheets, otherwise she would see that stain when she came home and I'd' be screwed. I could hardly believe how hard I had came though, there was just so fucking much of it I was in shock. My entire body was overcome' with pleasure, the room was spinning. 

"That's it," she moaned. "Oh yeah baby, here I come."

Now it was her thought, and pushing back against her I felt her tense up against me, leaning over me, her boobs against my back, her nipples digging into my flesh. She moaned in my ear, then grunted and gasped, moaning again as I felt the warmth of her seed filling me. 

She came so hard, came so much that I felt it leak out of my asshole, down around the length of her cock, running over her balls as she sunk into me, pinning me against the couch. I could feel her warm breath against my earlobe as we stayed like that for a few very long moments, until we had both caught our breath. 

Then she slowly pulled out, rubbing her cock against my ass crack, rubbing off some of the' cum on my cheeks and kissing me gently on the neck.

"That felt really good lover,"

"Yeah...it did."

I pulled out the couch bed, and we lay down together underneath a fresh sheet that I grabbed from the closet in my bedroom. It was late, and we were both pretty' drunk right now, so I told Leslie she could stay the night. We crawled up together and within minute's we were both out cold in each other's arms. I would sort through this all in t he morning.

When I woke the next day, I found that Leslie was definitely gone this time; I found no traces of her in my apartment. 

She was definitely not in the shower as she had been last time we fucked, and so I knew she was really' gone. But' was she really gone? No, not exactly, I found a note on her pillow where she had slept through the night, and I nervously picked it up and opened it to read. Tom,

Last night was great; I knew you would go along with it if I pressed the right buttons. See, I could just tell that deep down inside you were totally' interested in me no matter how much you said you were not. But' remember this...you can try to pretend I do not exist; but I still made you moan like a bitch before you came. 

I'll' be back Tom...rest assure. It's' not over. Signed: Leslie,

I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it in the trashcan, walking to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. After a slow and rather painful pee trip, I walked out of the bathroom to get dressed again. 

I slipped into a pair of boxers, just as the phone began to ring. Groaning, I walked across the bedroom and lifted it up from the receiver to my ear.

"Hello,"

"Hey babe,"

I shook my head, groaning again. "Well that was fast," I said annoyed. 

"When you wrote that it wasn't over, I didn't think it would continue so soon."

"Oh, but it well," Leslie said on the other end of the phone and I did not like the sound of that. 

"See...I still intend to tell Jenny. And now' I have proof."

"Proof," I repeated, confused. "What proof?"

"I videotaped us last night." 

My eyes widened and I felt my heart pounding in my chest; she hadn't' really. How could she? Where had the camera been, and furthermore how had she found the time to set a camera up without me noticing? 

"How," she asked for me. "Well, I set it up in a corner when you went to get me some water. I'm smarter than you think Tom."

 "No, no fucking way; you're fucking joking! Why the fuck would you?"

"Why," she asked. "Because I really' want you. And I know you want me too." 

I sighed, dropping onto the recliner and shaking my head. This was a rough battle, and I really did not think I could win from this point on.

"What do you want," I asked. I didn't' know if she was even willing to make a bargain with me at this point; maybe all hope was lost.

"Well...okay. How about this; you become my sex slave, and I will leave Jenny be." 

I was at a loss for words, this girl really knew how to play her cards, she' really knew how to fuck with a person's head. I tried to convince myself that it was all bullshit though. 

I tried to convince myself that there was no way she would really follow through and tell Jenny a word. 

Obviously, Jenny would be pissed at her too, and it would turn into a fight possibly even physical. So why would she want to deal with some shit like that?

"No," I said calmly. 

I had to draw the line somewhere, and if I did not do it now when the fuck would I do it? Never, that's' when. So better now than never I figured. 

"No fucking way."

"No," she repeated my words in a calm tone. It equaled to the calmness in my own voice, and I shivered hoping she would make no more threats.

"Okay then," she said. "I guess I'll see you at the wedding on Sunday."

Before I could react, she had hung the phone up and I froze in shock and fear. Was she serious? Was she really going to show up at the wedding; to tell Jenny I had, had sex with her, at the wedding. With the video and all,

"Fuck," I thought aloud. I was fucked; quite literally,