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The Groom
by Deirdre (address defunct)

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Kelly, one of my best friends back in high-school, was 
getting married, and I decided to go to her wedding 
even though I hadn't seen her in years -- not since her 
parents had moved away from my old home town while I 
was away at college. (MF, rom)

***

The wedding was some distance away, but when I got the 
invitation old memories came back and I decided to take 
the opportunity to see Kelly again. So I found myself 
at a wedding where I knew only Kelly's family on the 
bride's side, but then to my surprise, I realized the 
groom was someone I knew!

Geoff, the groom, was someone I knew in college. 
Specifically, I met him when I worked one summer in the 
dining hall. I was assigned the job of dish washing--
helping to run the dish washer and washing the pots and 
pans. When the supervisor showed me the room, there was 
Geoff. During the regular school year there would have 
been more people, but the dining hall ran on a reduced 
staff during the summer.

Well, my freshman year I was pretty successful 
attracting guys and for most of the year I was going 
with one of the most popular guys in the school. Jay 
was an upperclassman and a star athlete. I admit I 
thought I was really hot stuff, but I was serious about 
that relationship, and wanted it to continue despite 
the fact that Jay was away for the summer.

Well, the first day Geoff and I were working together I 
managed to mention my boyfriend at least three times, 
just to let him know that I wasn't really looking for 
any moves from him and that he had no chance with me--
and also because I was nervous about working all the 
summer with one guy. 

Well, Geoff was really easy-going about it that first 
day and I thought I caught some amusement in his face 
as well. But over the summer we had plenty of time to 
talk and soon I was finding Geoff easier to talk to 
than my boyfriend--in fact, easier to talk to than 
anyone I could remember. We managed to talk about a 
million different things. 

As we worked, I watched Geoff and the people he knew. 
He seemed to know everybody in the school: all the 
faculty seemed to know him, and lots of guys seemed to 
come to him with questions. A lot of girls would come 
by to talk to him too, often dropping hints. He was 
friendly with them and seemed to share a friendly 
intimacy with a lot of girls, but never did I see any 
hint that he was going out with any of them. He always 
seemed to have time to talk to everyone, and eventually 
I realized that he never avoided anyone, no matter how 
unpopular.

Well, the summer was one of the friendliest times I 
ever had, talking with Geoff every day, but it was also 
one of the loneliest. With no dates at all I tended to 
have dull evenings. 

Soon my fear that Geoff might ask me out grew stronger 
because I was afraid I would say yes. But he never did-
-he never even dropped a hint. I began to wonder about 
it because he seemed to like me and he always seemed 
glad to see me. Usually when I meet some guy I can 
sense their attraction to me, but Geoff was always very 
friendly without a hint on anything more. 

I remember a couple of Fridays when I was wishing and 
wishing he would ask me out, and I even remember trying 
to drop some really subtle hints. But he never seemed 
to notice them.

Well, when Fall semester started, I got two shocks. 
First, Jay seemed distant, and after a couple of weeks 
he was dating a freshman--naturally the prettiest one 
of the crop. The other shock was that I discovered that 
Geoff had transferred. I couldn't believe it--we had 
talked so many times and he had never dropped a hint 
about it. I certainly had no claim on him, but I was in 
a daze for months after that.

Well, here I was at the wedding, seeing Geoff again for 
the first time in nine years on his wedding day. I 
didn't realize it was him until I saw him standing at 
the front of the church! I admit my mind went into 
overdrive. I had thought of Geoff once in a while over 
the years, thinking about what might have been, but 
seeing him again made me realize immediately that since 
that summer I had been unconsciously comparing every 
man I ever dated with Geoff. I had gone with one guy 
for a couple of years, but other than that I had had no 
lasting relationships.

Suddenly I felt pitiful. Here I was, throwing my life 
away on a guy who had found love with a great woman, 
and who never gave me a thought. And it was all my 
fault -- he certainly had never done anything to lead 
me on. I felt a sudden stab of jealousy because I knew 
that Kelly and Geoff had been living together for quite 
a while, but that led to guilt feelings for having such 
thoughts about Kelly's husband -- on her wedding day, 
too.

Well, the wedding finished, and as I left the church, I 
grew more nervous as I approached the bride and groom. 
I wondered what he would think of me--and I wondered if 
he would remember me. Well, Kelly introduced me to him 
and at the mention of my name, I saw a fleeting 
startled look on his face. Then he told Kelly he 
already knew me and that we had been best of friends 
for a summer. He did it so smoothly I lost my panicky 
feeling. He took my hands and leaned over and hugged 
me. 

I couldn't believe I was finally touching him, and in 
this situation! I knew I should kiss his cheek, but I 
was in a daze I just backed away, not taking my eyes 
off of him. He was still pleasant, acting the groom, 
talking to the next person in the receiving line. I 
walked away with every word he had spoken ringing in my 
head.

I went to the reception which was at the hotel where I 
was staying wondering what this evening was going to be 
like for me. I sat at a table with complete strangers. 
They were friendly enough, but I wasn't much to talk 
to. Dancing started with the traditional dance between 
the bride and groom and in a little while Geoff came 
over and asked me to dance. 

He asked me how I was doing and about high school with 
Kelly and told me briefly what he had been up to. He 
was very friendly, and seemed really glad to see me. 
After that, I was still in a daze and I finally slipped 
out long before the reception was over.

I went off to my room, tried to read for a while, then 
ended up just laying awake in the dark. I thought and 
thought about missed opportunities, of about my snotty 
attitude in dropping my boyfriend's name the day we 
met, about my own temptation to drop him more hints, 
about my double-dealing boyfriend, about my years of 
thinking of Geoff off and on, and about the times he 
had come to my mind when I lay in bed rubbing myself. 
And I was no more than one of his many friends, though 
perhaps his best friend for one summer.

Finally, I had to do something -- I got up, put on my 
robe, and slipped out of my room to head for the 
vending machines. But as soon as I was out of my room, 
I found myself face-to-face with Geoff! He was 
apparently walking towards the vending machines or the 
ice machine too. I froze in the doorway. He didn't say 
a word, but I watched his face, and it lit up as if I 
were the only person in his life! He walked up to me, 
leaned against the wall, looked down at me and said "We 
should have had a better chance to see how well a 
relationship would work". 

I felt a lump in my throat and my stomach felt like it 
was turning inside out. He HAD been thinking of me. We 
might have had a chance, but I had ruined it. "Why did 
you transfer?" I blurted out. I immediately wished I 
hadn't said it. I didn't want this to go on. 

He said, "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with 
your boyfriend."

I felt tears welling in my eyes. Suddenly I was 
conscious of the door open behind me to my hotel room. 
"Well, it is no time for a relationship, but we CAN 
have one kiss," he said. He took me in his arms and 
kissed me. And I pulled him so close and crushed my 
lips against his. 

It was like a dream. I kept clutching him and pulled my 
body against his and I never could have wanted a man so 
much as that moment. We kissed and kissed and finally I 
felt him draw away. He still held me in his arms. He 
looked at me and I could see tenderness and concern. I 
realized I could take his hand and just draw him into 
the room behind me -- I didn't know what would come of 
it, and I didn't know if I cared.

But I did care. I finally managed a faint smile though 
my eyes burned with tears. He seemed to read me like a 
book and he drew away, quickly brushed my forehead with 
his lips, turned and walked away. I immediately backed 
in, and shut the door, standing in thought. Then I went 
back to bed, got under the covers, and fingered myself 
as I imagined what might have been.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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