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	The Wedding Dance
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part  Two

	Later in the day, as he dressed in his
tuxedo, Jack tried to put his disappointment
behind him and be happy for his sister.  If wasn’t
fair to spoil her day, he decided, just because
things hadn’t gone as he wished.
	The wedding ceremony, he had to say,
went off like clockwork.  It was perfect in every
way that mattered for June.  The icing on the
cake, so to speak, had come in the form of a
phone call from Mrs. Austin during the reception.
She’d wished the happy couple all the best and let
them know that Debbie had given birth to a big
healthy baby boy.
	There was one small blur it might be
called, on this picture perfect wedding.  There was
a period, between the official photos and the start
of the reception, when no one seemed to be able
to locate the bride and groom for almost half an
hour.  The rumor was that the two newlyweds
couldn’t wait until that night to consummate their
vows.  Jack didn’t know if it was true or not, but
knowing both his sister and Mike, he wouldn’t put
it past them.
	Even being partnered up with Cousin Tina
during the wedding march hadn’t been the big
nightmare he’d first envisioned. The short haired
brunette was only a few inches shorter than Jack,
although a little on the stocky side.  The teen
didn’t really think he would categorize her as fat,
the way he would some girls at school.  She
carried her weight well, distributed pretty evenly
over her body.  Of course the first thing Jack
noticed about her when they were introduced, was
a pretty good size set of breasts.
	Chatting for a few minutes before the start
of the service, Jack learned that Tina had been
married for ten years and only moved back into
town eight months ago following her divorce.
She had started up her own business and was
already doing rather well.  Mike’s mother had
asked that she be included in the wedding party
out of the mistaken belief that she was depressed
over the divorce.  Nothing was further from the
truth, she had said.  She viewed the end of her
marriage, which ended for reasons no one was
really sure of, as just the end of one chapter in her
life and the beginning of another.
	She also had, Jack learned, a rather
interesting sense of humor.  She’d popped off a
few one liners and observations about some of the
other guests  to loosen him up.  Comments that
almost had him in stitches.

	The reception was going as near prefect as
the ceremony at the church.  Jack was still a little
disappointed at Connie’s absence.  Still there were
some good looking girls that he could dance with
if nothing else.
	First of course, he had danced with his
sister, the new Mrs. Morgan.  He could never
remember her being so happy before. Next came a
dance with his Mom, something slow and proper.
It was while he was dancing with Mary Buckman
that he noticed Crystal Clarke dancing with Jill
Fisher.  It wasn’t that unusual to see two girls
dancing with each other at parties, there were
always more of them that wanted to dance then
there were guys.
	This time, watching the two blondes whirl
each other around, Jack thought about the two
women at the bachelor party.  He pictured for a
moment, Jill and Crystal doing to each other what
those dancers had done.  The image, however
brief, of Crystal half-naked on her knees with her
face buried between Jill’s legs was enough to give
him an instant hard on.
	Thankfully, the reality that he was dancing
with his Mother was enough to quickly shrink his
manhood back to size.  After dropping his Mother
back off at table one, Jack took off to see who
else he could find.  What he didn’t realize was,
someone else was also looking for him.
	He had just zeroed in on Pamela Welles,
decked out in a low cut green gown that matched
her emerald eyes.  She was talking to some older
woman and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight.
Jack got within five feet of her when another girl
stepped in between them.
	“Jack,”  Cindy Lewis said in that annoying
tone that drove guys up the wall.  “Where have
you been hiding yourself?  I’ve been looking all
over for you.”
	“Hi Cindy.”  Jack said in a neutral tone,
looking over her shoulder at Pamela.
	“It’s too bad Connie couldn’t make it,”
Cindy said, her voice just a little too eager.  “But
I’d be glad to keep you company.”
	“That’s great, Cindy,”  Jack said without
really paying attention to her, his eyes still on
Pamela.  “But I ...”
	He stopped in mid-sentence as he watched
Pam’s boyfriend step back into the picture.  So
much for that idea.
	“Why don’t we dance?”  Cindy said as she
took Jack’s hand in hers.
	“What?”
	Before he could object, the redhead had
dragged him out on the dance floor.

	Cindy was actually a pretty good dancer.
She was also cute, had a nice body and had been
know to play around a little.  In fact, if it weren’t
for one really annoying aspect of her personality,
guys would be happy to spend time with her.
	Cindy Lewis wanted to be married.  All in
all that wasn’t that unusual a desire for a girl her
age.  The big difference was that while most of
her girlfriends looked at  marriage as being in their
future, Cindy looked at it as her future.  She had
no other goal in life than being Mrs. Someone or
other. Basically that was all she ever wanted to
talk about, and it made guys nervous.
	True to form, Cindy immediately started
talking about how lovely June’s wedding had
been.  And of course how beautiful her own
wedding would be as well.
	“Gee that’s great, Cindy.”  Jack said as the
dance ended.
	"It really is a shame you know that Connie
stood you up."  Cindy said as she held tightly onto
Jack's arm.  "I'd never do that to you."
	"I'd hardly call skipping a wedding to see
your sister have a baby standing me up."  Jack
said a little annoyed.
	"I know there are other things I could do
for you that Connie doesn't."  Cindy suggested,
ignoring his comment.  "I know how to take care
of my man."
	Jack looked at the pretty redhead.  There
was little doubt what she was talking about.  June
had told him that girls were a lot more open about
things with their girlfriends than guys were.  They
talked about what they did with their boyfriends,
sort of comparing notes.  And unlike when the
guys got together, they usually told the truth, not
what would just impress their friends.
	"I'm not interested, Cindy." Jack said,
although he knew he was lying.
	 The thought of Cindy down on her knees
with his cock in her mouth was enough to get him
more than a little hard.  But as tempting as it was,
he knew that if he let her do something like that,
two things were certain.  First, by Monday, she'd
have told every girl in town she knew, and one of
them would undoubtedly tell Connie.  Secondly,
after being that intimate with him, Cindy would
latch on to him like a boa constrictor.
	Actually, she was doing a pretty good job
of holding onto him right now.  Either she was too
stupid to take a hint or too desperate.  Up to now,
he didn't want to hurt her feelings.  After all, she
hadn't really done anything to him.  But if he
couldn't get rid of her soon, he'd do what he had
to do.
	"You know what they say about girls and
weddings don't you?"  Cindy said, the inflection in
her voice leaving no doubt as to what she was
talking about.
	'That does it."  Jack thought.  "I don't care
if I have to tell her to get lost in front of everyone.
Enough is enough."


	"Jack, darling,"  a voice from behind the
two of them said, preventing the young man from
voicing what he wanted to say to Cindy.  "I've
been looking all over for you.  We never had the
chance to have our dance.  That's bad luck for the
bride you know."
	Jack and Cindy turned to face Tina Royce,
his partner in the wedding march.  If looks could
kill, the older woman would be lying dead from
the look on Cindy's face.  Jack's face, however,
carried a look of deliverance.
	'That's right,"  he said with a smile,
recognizing an out when he saw one.  "I'm sorry,
Cindy, but it is part of my duties as a member of
the wedding party.  Can't be giving my sister bad
luck can I?"
	Reluctantly, Cindy let go of Jack's arm and
he reached out for Tina's hand.  Only taking a
moment back to glance at Cindy, he led the
brunette out onto the dance floor.
	"I'll catch you later."  Cindy had said as
they moved away.
	"Not if I see you first this time."  Jack
thought in reply as he dismissed Cindy from his
mind.

	As they moved to the music, Jack became
very aware of Tina's nearness.  She was a very
good dancer, especially in the type of slow dance
the band was now playing.  She buried her head
against his shoulder and held him close.  Jack
glanced downward and realized he could see right
down her low cut dress.  In fact, he could even
see the pink edge of her nipples sticking out from
her bra.
	"God those are nice breasts."  Jack though
as he looked at the soft flesh for a long moment,
then looked up before Tina could notice.
	"Something wrong?"  Tina asked as she
lifted her head from his shoulder.
	"No, not at all."  Jack quickly replied as he
continued dancing.  "I just was thinking what a
good dancer you are."
	"Why thank you."  Tina said as she put her
head back on his shoulder.
	As they continued their waltz, Jack
couldn't get his real thought out of his head.  His
peek down Tina's dress had finished the hard on
that Cindy's innuendo had started.  With their
bodies pressed together as they were, there was
no way Tina couldn't have noticed it.  Thankfully
she hadn't commented on it.
	Jack had enjoyed their first dance so much,
he was glad when Tina suggested they have
another.  The band's next selection was a more
modern dance, but Tina had no trouble keeping up
with Jack on that either.
	"They had Rock n' Roll when I was your
age too."  Tina laughed when Jack again
commented on her dance ability.  "My favorite
band back then was the Bay City Rollers."
	The seventeen-year-old had no idea who
they were, but was so impressed with Tina once
more that they had a third try around the floor.
This time to a slower, more traditional wedding
tune.
	"I should really thank you for rescuing me
from Cindy."  Jack said. "She can be somewhat
overwhelming at times."
	"I got that impression when I saw the two
of you together."  Tina laughed softly.  "I couldn't
help but overhear some of the conversation.  But I
have to say, you've saved me as well."
	Jack gave her an "I don't understand"
look.
	"If I wasn't dancing with you,"  she went
on in that same humorous tone.  "I'd bee dancing
with a bunch of old men trying to cop a feel."
	Jack was surprised by her comment, but
not so much as not to reply.
	"And young men don't try?"  he asked.
	"Oh they try too,"  Tina quipped. "But I
don't mind it as much when they do."
	Jack just silently smiled instead of replying
to her response.  He couldn't help but wonder if
the attractive divorcee was trying to suggest
something.
	"Well it looks like the happy couple is
getting ready to say goodnight."  Tina said as the
dance ended and the master of ceremonies called
for everyone attention.




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