Chapter #4At the wedding, (well... slightly before) by: Lum Cal   Sarah deposited you in the private room.
"Your sister'll come and pick you up later," she said with a smirk, admiring her own handiwork in dressing you.
"I chose all the clothes myself!" she commented.
You where wearing a deep purple jacket with matching pink pants, a yellow waistcoat and top hat with a tiny little black rose (which was plastic).
"So... uh... what have you been up to?... Sarah?"
"Nuthin' much. Got into College. You?"
"Uh... actually, so did -"
"I don't really care" she said as she turned her back on you to look at a painting.
You glare up at her.
"I hate you." you said
"I know."
"I've always hated you."
"I know."
"And I never though I would be sunk so low as to marry you!"
"Ooh, I doubt that!"
You went sangria with anger.
"Don't do that," she said, looking round, "that color so{i/} doesn't suit you."
"I don't want to marry you!"
Sarah laughed like you had just told a laugh-out-loud joke
"Oh come on," she giggled, bending down to pick an invisible speck of dust from the opposite counter, giving you a lush view of her tremendous tush "You've had the hots for me since I... 'accidentally' sat on you in those lessons!"
You remember, before every science class, Sarah would come in wearing a short skirt and sit on your desk (strangely, exactly where you were sitting) to talk to her friends before going to her own seat. You had spent every class under that thundering rump before Miss DelPecho took notice.
"What are you talking about?"
Sarah stood up, hands on hips, and looked directly at you.
"Why didn't you tell?" she interrogated
"Wh-?"
"Even when I stopped doing it you used to look at me all through science class! You did! You liked it!"
"N-N-NO-!"
"you - liked - it! You like me!"
"I don-!"
"You've always liked me!"
"I do-!"
"And... you've always wanted to have a real go in this! -with that, she slapped her ass
"You're sick" your face was now a greenish-red in shame.
"No, I'm just deeply in love."
As she started towards the door, she swayed her hips.
This was actually happening! you were going to be married to that horrid, bullying, mean, flirtatious, greedy, selfish, voluptuous, tight, skimpy... Woman!
Before she left, you caught sight of her face; her dark eyes, thick lips, rich skin...
"Wait! Why didn't you tell any of your friends? Why didn't you tell them about the sitting... -?"
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