My Best Friend's Wedding Pt. 01

I've been working on this series for a little while. I have at least three parts in mind. The second is nearly done, and I expect to release it next week. The central premise is based on the 1997 Julie Roberts movie "My Best Friend's Wedding".

All characters are over eighteen. There is a central theme of infidelity, or at least attempted seduction to infidelity. I hope you enjoy it. As always, if you have any constructive feedback, please comment.

If you are interested in having your fantasies turned into a story drop me a feedback message.

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I was glad to be home after the long, tiring day. The studio apartment I shared with my roommate Maggie was cramped but cosy. Renting in Manhattan was insane, even with our reasonable salaries. We did our best to decorate it with cute, homely touches. Mostly tit bits you'd find on those annoying Instagram posts.

I was nearing my twenty-eighth birthday and felt my life was a little depressing. I'd hoped to be more established after eight years of living in the States. To be fair I wouldn't find the housing back in London much more affordable.

"Oooh your phone's flashing," Maggie said, instinctively picking it up.

She smiled as she read the text on the locked screen--always flouting the limited privacy we shared.

"Who's Mr Darcy?" she said in a girlish, teasing manner.

"Huh? Mmmm," I asked, sitting on the couch and moaning as I rubbed my sore feet.

I was distracted by my reflection in the glass coffee table. I looked tired. My long, curly red hair was a mess, and no doubt smelled of the subway.

"Mr Darcy? They want you to call them. It's urgent apparently," Maggie said, rereading my message with a smirk.

It took a moment for my tired brain to register what she said. Mr Darcy was a nickname from my past. A joke I shared with my childhood best friend from a school project we once did.

"Fuck it's Adam," I said looking up at Maggie who still held my phone.

"Adam as in Adam, Adam? As in the guy you've been secretly madly in love with for years," she said with a wicked grin.

"I'm not in love with him. He's just a mate," I said, launching off the sofa to grab my phone.

Maggie was too quick and darted away. Giggling as she hopped out of my grasp.

"Ha you love him, and want his babies, and..." Maggie sang as she danced away.

"Oi! Give it back!" I yelled, remembering the grief I'd given her yesterday.

Last weekend she had a regrettable one-night stand with the pizza guy. Yesterday I stole her phone a texted him for a booty call as a joke.

"Mags!" I screamed finally catching her and tumbling to the sofa.

She landed on top of me and pinned me to the sofa, knocking the wind from me.

"Well, I think you should call him," Maggie said with a glint in her eye.

She held the screen up to my face to unlock it. As I struggled in vain to get away from her she called Mr Darcy.

"Hey Jules, so great you called," Adam answered in his deep baritone voice.

Maggie had him on speaker phone and I immediately stopped struggling.

"Er hi Adam, yeah long time no hear," I said awkwardly, trying to free myself from Maggie.

"I know it's short notice but I just landed at JFK. I was hoping we could have dinner," Adam said in that impossibly sexy voice of his.

I saw Maggie wilt a little as she continued holding my phone. She was a sucker for an accent and Adam's deep, British RP accent was honey to her ears.

She looked at me eagerly like a giddy schoolgirl, and I admit I felt a thrill hearing his voice again. Old memories and feelings bubbled inside me, and I struggled to remain calm.

"Erm, wow, yeah, that's cool. I'm free tonight or tomorrow..." I said, trying to conceal the blush creeping onto my pale cheeks.

Maggie looked fit to burst as she watched me with excited eyes.

"Perfect. I'll pick you up around eight, I was thinking that fish place you went to for your birthday?" Adam said.

Every word of his sultry voice went tingling through me.

"Ha!" Maggie blurted out before covering her mouth.

Le Bernadine was one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. Maggie and I had pretended to go there for my birthday. We took pictures outside and even grabbed a drink at the bar. No way could we afford to eat there.

"Is that ok?" asked Adam. Concerned about Maggie's outburst.

"Yes, but we won't get in there. The waiting list is like a month long," I said glaring at Maggie for making me sound like a fool.

"Well, good job I called ahead and got a table, isn't it? I've got something really important I want to ask you," Adam said with his usual charm.

He sounded like Pierce Brosnan mixed with Daniel Craig. Oozing charm and charisma with every syllable.

"Can't you just ask me now?" I said with a chuckle.

"What and miss the chance of seeing you in a sexy dress? I don't think so," Adam said with warmth.

"I've got to go, my taxi's here. Text me your address and I'll pick you up at eight. Can't wait to see you, Jules," he said before hanging up.

"Ooo what do you think he's going to ask?" Maggie squealed as she sprang to the closet and started pulling out dresses.

I sat on the couch in stunned silence. I hadn't seen Adam for years. We hadn't even messaged much over the last two. Things had been wild for both of us at work. But if he'd flown all the way here to take me to a very fancy restaurant. I had an idea what he was going to ask, and the realisation terrified me.

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It took a long time to get ready. Maggie was no help at all and complained about everything I tried on. That dress was too slutty or not slutty enough. I should wear my hair up, no I should wear it down. She seemed more excited than I was, but my insides were in turmoil. Eventually, I pulled myself together and was ready at the stroke of eight.

I waited downstairs in the lobby, not wanting Adam to see how tiny my apartment was. If he had enough money to fly here and take me to Le Bernadine I didn't want to be embarrassed.

Frank, the elderly super, eyed me curiously as I stood in my backless emerald dress. I'd worn it to a work party a few years ago and it turned heads then too. I looked at the shiny floor-length metal sheeting on the wall to admire my reflection.

My perky 34B boobs fitted snugly in the green halter necked dress. I had forgone any underwear and enjoyed how liberating it felt. My shoulder length vibrant red hair was tightly curled like I knew Adam liked. When we were close he would spend hours stroking my curls as we relaxed in bed together watching films.

I wore classy yet subtle make-up on my freckled cheeks and loved how my blue eyes sparkled. I looked happier than I remember looking in a very long time.

My heart fluttered when I saw Adam walk up the steps to the building. He looked very handsome in a dark blue three-piece suit. His dark hair was naturally wavy and his cheeks had the right amount of stubble. He smiled as he saw me, the kind of smile that starts at the eyes.

"Wow Jules you look gorgeous," he said in pure amazement.

His blue eyes did that cute, deer-in-headlights thing guys do when they see a really hot girl.

"Well, you said you wanted to see me in a sexy dress," I said. Trying to read his expression as I gave him a spin.

"Yeah, I guess I still pictured you in my old hoodies," Adam said with a nostalgic look.

The way his eyes devoured every inch of me turned me on and butterflies flew in my tummy as he offered his arm.

Eating at the posh restaurant was every bit as amazing as I'd dreamed. The way Adam guided me through the crowded dining room, and held out a chair made my heart melt.

He let me order whatever I wanted and even brought us champagne. Throughout the evening we talked and laughed like the old friends we were. I had known him almost my whole life, and it felt like no time had passed since we were back in our late teens.

"So Jules, I guess you're wondering why I came all the way here," Adam said. Pouring me another glass of champagne.

I was feeling a little warm and tipsy as I leaned forward. I knew my tits were on show for him. I watched his piercing blue eyes to see if they dropped for a look. As expected I noticed him stealing a little peek before sheepishly returning my gaze.

"Mmm, I think I know why," I said. Seductively stroking my slender neck with a finger.

I gently rubbed a naked foot up his calf, having slipped off my heels under the table ages ago. Having him so close was intoxicating. I forgot how riled up he made me feel.

"Really?" Adam said. More confused than playful.

"Well, I guess it's something special, mmm, something important. To do with us," I said. Gently stroking the inside of his leg with my foot.

I wanted him. Wanted him to take me home, fuck me, no... ravage me. Those hot passionate nights of great sex I used to fantasise about flooded my mind. Yes I was a little drunk and not thinking straight but I was also horny as hell.

Adam pulled his leg away from me and held my hands in the middle of the table. This was it, he was going to ask me to marry him.

Years ago we agreed that if we were still living the single life by twenty eight we would get married. To save each other from a sad lonely life. We both wanted kids and joked about being each other's baby daddy and mummy.

Well, my birthday was in a month and Adam was already twenty-eight. So here we are and now he's asking me. I knew after he hung up earlier but couldn't tell Maggie. I hadn't known what I would say then. Could I go through with it? Was I ready to settle down? Seeing Adam in the flesh, feeling all those old feelings again, I knew I wanted him.

"Jules I'm getting married, and I want you by my side," Adam said with pure joy in his eyes.

I gushed with happiness as his words washed over me. My mind instantly conjured up a wedding scene. I imagined walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown towards Adam.

"You're gonna love her Jules, she's perfect," Adam said seeing my reaction and sighing with relief.

His words finally started to filter through my drunken mind. Hang on, what was he saying?

"Huh!" I asked stupidly, screwing up my face in confusion.

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My stomach was still churning the following night on the flight to London. I felt embarrassed more than anything. Adam explained everything but I continued to have questions.

He'd been travelling around South Asia for work for the last few years. I already knew this from his increasingly infrequent text messages. Adam wasn't a social media guy. His Facebook hadn't been updated for years and still had a picture of us as his profile picture.

Whilst travelling he met a girl called Kat who was backpacking out there. They fell in love and what was supposed to be just a fling turned into something more. One night whilst lying naked on a beach, Adam spontaneously proposed.

I felt nauseous as he told me the details. I couldn't help imagining myself in her position. Lying on the cooling sand with the stars above us, feeling Adam's arms around me. You can think it was just pure jealousy. That I only wanted him now because he was taken, but the truth was much more complex.

We'd grown up together in Sussex, as kids of reasonably well-off families. We were inseparable and jokes about us ending up together persisted throughout childhood. I don't know if we were too scared to go further, but we were closer than any friends we knew.

Inevitably in our last summer before university we did get close to fucking. But that was it, close. We never actually did it. My girlfriends encouraged me not to get tied down so close to university. To go and sample life to the full. I know Adam received similar advice from his friends. I think they worried that we'd both be heartbroken if it didn't work out. Then things changed.

Just before leaving for different universities, Adam became more affectionate. Always cuddling and flirting with me. One night we were laying in his bed, and he jokingly said we should get married. I didn't know if he was joking and just laughed it off. It was a very big thing to say.

Thinking about it for a split second I was terrified. I did love him, or at least I had stronger feelings for him than I'd ever had before or since. But my parents had got together really young and now hated each other. I didn't want that to happen with Adam. Seeing his face drop I suggested we make a pact.

As we lay together with our fingers intertwined we made each other a promise. If we were both still single when we turned twenty-eight we would get married. We both wanted a family and didn't want to start having kids at thirty.

He agreed, but our relationship had changed. We still spoke every day and hung out a lot when we could, but it wasn't the same. Then after uni, I moved to the U. S. for work, and Adam went travelling for work.

Making that pact stands out as one of my biggest regrets. I should have jumped on him and told him I loved him. Now he was marrying someone else and I was going to have to watch it.

He wanted me to help his brother with the best man duties. Be his second-best person kinda thing. Maggie covered for me at work and Adam brought me a flight to London.

"You ok?" he asked noticing my vacant expression.

"Yeah. Just tired I guess," I said, trying to hold back the tears. I hadn't let the reality of the situation sink in.

"Here, let's have a cwtch and get some sleep," Adam said, revealing his lovely Welsh mum's influence.

He lifted the dividing armrest between us and wrapped his arm around me. I enjoyed his warmth and his unique aroma. A wonderful mix of expensive cologne and his natural scent. I felt soothed by his warm embrace mixed with another feeling. The faintest hint of arousal.

Feeling his strong embrace and the way his hand lightly brushed my hip, got me a little horny. I was wearing a floaty ruffled skirt and started to absent-mindedly rub my legs gently together. Before long I fell into a deep contented sleep.

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I woke gently and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the cabin. I could hear the snores from the other passengers, creating a strange symphony. The old man sitting next to Adam had gone somewhere, leaving us alone in our row of three seats. I was at the window still lying in Adam's arms with my head resting on his shoulder.

Without much thought, I reached out and stroked his lightly stubbled cheek as he slept. He hummed at my touch and tilted his head closer to me. The warmth of his breath washed over my lips as I closed the distance.

My heart thumped in my chest as my soft lips met his. I kissed him tentatively, aware this was crazy. He's getting married in a couple of days for god's sake.

I instinctively pulled back, worried I'd ruined everything. Fully expecting Adam to wake up furious. To my heart's delight, he moved closer and pressed his lips against mine.

I melted into his embrace and kissed him tenderly. It was just like I imagined it would be. No kiss had made me feel this good. My hand ran down his firm chest to his lap as the passion between us grew.

"Fuck I can't believe we're doing this," I whispered. Revelling in the naughty, obscene nature of our embrace.

This was Adam O'Neal, my childhood best friend. Probably the only man I truly loved and he was kissing me back. Wrapping his hand around my neck and stroking my cheek with his thumb. He didn't care about his fiancée, didn't care about the other passengers sleeping around us. All he wanted was me and I wanted him just as desperately. Our lips caressed each other as I felt the heat build inside me. The burning, lustful need to take things further.

I brushed away a loose strand of wild red hair from my cheek, as my hand started stroking his lap. His cock already felt hard under the thin material of his suit trousers. I felt him flinch a little as I grasped his firm shaft. His fingers delicately stroked my cheek as my hand started to pleasure him. I couldn't help letting a little moan escape my lips.

There was a cough from a passenger in the row in front, but I was in no mood to stop now. My aching lust for Adam overrode any feelings of doubt.

"Jules," Adam whispered with a hint of concern as I unzipped his trousers.

I stifled his objections with another kiss, as my hand expertly extracted his hard cock. It felt so good in my delicate grip. So soft and warm as my fingers caressed his skin. Adam seemed to give in, choosing to allow this wicked act to happen.

I stroked his warm hard cock delicately, smiling with delight as I felt it fully harden in my grasp. I glanced nervously around to check we weren't being watched. The rest of the cabin was full of serenely sleeping passengers. Completely unaware of our naughty interaction.

I felt my arousal building between my thighs as I rubbed them together. My pussy ached for him and tingled when I heard him groan. I loved giving pleasure, and hearing him enjoy my touch was driving me wild. Adam moaned into my lips as I started to properly pump his rock-hard shaft.

After a while, I couldn't take the suspense any more, I needed to touch myself. Adam started kissing down my neck as I released his cock and sneaked my hand under my skirt. I was soaked and quickly coated my fingers with my warm sticky juices. Then I realised I was no longer wearing panties. When did I remove them? I couldn't remember, as my fingers gently explored my wet folds.

I glanced down to see Adam stroking his shaft. His hand moved with an expertise borne from extensive experience. I watched in fascination as Adam's strong hand expertly glided along his huge cock. My fingers circled my clit as I watched him pleasure himself. I knew I could get myself off quicker than anyone else. I knew exactly how I liked to be touched and guessed Adam was similar.

His eyes burned with lust as he watched me. I could feel my pale skin glowing, and knew I would start going red. The penalty of Celtic DNA. I looked into those burning eyes as I stroked my dripping pussy. He grabbed the back of my neck again as we indulged in a fiery kiss.

I needed him inside me, more than I ever needed a cock before. It was a desperate, primal feeling. I think even if the whole cabin was awake and watching us. If over a hundred people were watching us fuck, I wouldn't be able to stop. With a growl, I reached over Adam's body and pulled up the other armrest, thankful the old guy still hadn't come back.

Adam read my mind as I quickly straddled his lap. His strong hands firmly grasped my naked bum under my ruffled skirt. It was a tight fit in the close confines of cattle class. My back pushed up against the seat in front and my head was uncomfortably wedged against the low ceiling.

I glanced at the sleeping passengers in the row behind us. The thrill that we were about to fuck surrounded by so many people was so fucking perverse. Adam pulled me down onto his lap and I collapsed on top of him. My cute little tits pushed into his hard chest as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He started kissing me tenderly, passionately, like he would never get enough of me. My heart thumped as I gently rocked my hips, grinding my wet pussy against his firm velvetly cock.

He felt how wet I was for him and moaned with appreciation. My clit was on fire as his shaft ran along it. I could feel all the bumps and viens in his thick, meaty cock. I needed him inside me, desperate to feel him fill my achingly empty pussy. Adam finally took the lead and pulled my top down, revealing my perky tits. I wore a simple white spaghetti-strapped top over a white sports bra. I usually valued comfort whilst travelling more than anything else.

I moaned obscenely as his hands ripped down my sports bra, revealing my small but erect nipples. I liked my cute little pink nipples and loved when they were played with. Adam somehow knew this as his mouth quickly latched onto one. His tongue flicked as he sucked my hard nipple into his warm wet mouth. I stuffed a hand over my lips to prevent my moans from waking the other passengers.

Surely it wouldn't be long before we were discovered. Before another passenger or stewardess caught us. The thought of being discovered like this drove my arousal to new heights. I've been horny ever since Adam's call. But the sheer danger of what we were doing pushed me to new heights of arousal.

Glancing around at the other passengers, I almost wished I could catch one of their eyes. Share this moment with a stranger and confirm this was actually happening.

As I ground my hot pussy against him. My wet lips splayed around his thick shaft, gliding over him effortlessly. I was building up to a wonderful release as his mouth teased and kissed my tits.

Rocking my hips harder and harder, I managed to manoeuvre the tip of his cock to nestle at my entrance. With barely a thought to the consequences, I gently slid down his long hard shaft. I remembered wondering how good this would feel, all those years ago.

He wasn't any bigger than most of the guys I've been with. And to be honest that was a smaller sample than you might think. But no one filled me as completely as Adam did. It was like we were two jigsaw pieces made for each other.

I wanted to bounce on his lap, ride him properly until he spurted inside me. But the confines of the plane were too cramped. I expected my legs to hurt, all cramped up like this. Thought the buckles from the seatbelts might dig into my shins. But all I felt was pure pleasure.

Groaning with lust I started rocking my hips. Moving his cock inside me, as my clit rubbed against the base. Adam kept sucking on my nipples, groaping and massaging the my tits for good measure. My untamed flaming hair cascaded around my shoulders as my body undulated like a wave.

I felt sweat on my skin as the heat between us built. My breathing rate increased as I rocked faster and faster. His big thick cock nestled deep inside me, stretching me perfectly. I rode Adam as best I could, flicking my long mane of red hair out of my face.

Our foreheads rested together as I stared into his hypnotic blue eyes. His big strong hands grabbed my naked rear and helped my motions. I could tell he was close, tell he was almost ready to unload inside me.

I was beside myself and ready to burst. The tingling pleasure from my clit was almost to much to bear. I wanted to feel Adam's cum inside me. Feel him claim me as his.

"Argggh, fuck!" I moaned loudly before feeling a strong hand cover my mouth.

Pleasure washed over me as I enjoyed an intense orgasm. Waves and waves of endorphins crashed over me making me shiver. My muscles spasmed as sparks pulsed around my body.

I only ever came this hard for two reasons. Either I was in the midst of a long passionate sex session. The kind of orgasm that had been built for ages. Or I was sorting myself out when I was mind numbingly horny.

I opened my eyes and saw Adam's shocked expression and knew something was wrong.

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I wasn't straddling his lap anymore I was sitting in my seat next to him. The cabin was still dark but there was murmured chattering from a few rows away. The old man who had gone missing was sitting next to Adam fast asleep.

I felt my fingers inside my dripping wet pussy and looked down at my dishevelled skirt. My hand was covered but it was clear I'd been servicing myself for a while. My thighs were sticky with my arousal and I felt my panties around my ankles.

Adam looked flustered but a naughty smile graced his lips. He pulled his hand away that he'd clamped over my mouth. I felt hot and clammy as the last tendrils of my orgasm left me. Had I just fingered myself in my sleep? It had been so visceral, so real. Had Adam watched the whole thing?

"Enjoy yourself?" Adam whispered, leaning in close.

"Mmm," I hummed, panting a little. My thumping heart threatened to burst free.

How mortifying. I had just fingered myself to a mind-bending orgasm, right in front of my best friend. The man I wanted to fuck more than any other.

"Anyone I know?" Adam said with a wry smile, possibly referencing my dream.

I looked into his big blue eyes and glanced at his perfect lips. My body bubbled with hormones and unresolved feelings. I was still horny as fuck and burning with desire. Before I could stop myself I leaned forward and kissed him...