*doing the cabbage patch* I hooked up with Ace, yipee!

Well after the previous night of drama the wedding turned out to be amazing. The church was beautiful the reception was a great time. Open bar, good cake, and Ace by my side the entire day. I knew we were gonna hook up. I was all antsy, like I was gonna catch a really big fish or something. I thought of Ace as the one I would never get. I have wasted many double A batteries and changed many a pair of moist panties to the thought of Ace and that fuckin body. Ace is a nickname of course. He plays tennis and was a super athlete. He was never like a body builder just toned, tanned, and a cutie, he looked like an athlete. In fact Ace probably was a 7 if you just measured his looks but after you took into account his perfect teeth, how funny he was, and what a genuinely nice guy he turned out to be he easily became a 10. He always liked me, thought I was funny and was even teased by his friends that he liked the fat black chick. Ace was a friend of a friend, always with some random hot girl, or ugly athletic girl, kind of a serial monogamist. He enjoyed being in a relationship but when it went bad, it went really bad. LOL.

We always would bump into each other at the most random times and we would trade interesting stories about our significant others and talk for hours. He dated psychos that were just after his money mostly. Some girls were really nice but for one reason or another it didn’t work out. They figured he would become some tennis pro or just go into his father's line of work. He tried the pro thing for a while but hated the "pressure". He pretty much works in real estate and was actually voted one of the top 25 bachelors of his city. (A major metropolitan area I might add) We all got a hoot out of that one. When I got the email I was like "Son of a bitch". I knew I should have tried to date the guy. Oh well. He always seemed out of my league. I didn’t just want to fuck him you know, I could have fucked anyone. I wanted to date him and be his serious girlfriend. I wanted to be the girl on his arm that he adored. I was just a bit abrasive, vulgar and didn’t fit the mold for what Ace typically wanted in a girl, so I thought. I wasn't thin, I had a real major, I wasn't white or asian, I wasn't dainty, I wasn't particularly nice. I was me. lol. Ace would never want a girl like me. This was my thinking back in the land of insecurity. Fast forward a few years later and I just wanted to score my big fish. I had no grand illusions of what a life as Mrs. Ace would be. If the opportunity presented itself I would make it my business to take a ride on Ace. A nice fun, maybe alcohol induced ride on Ace. Luckily for me he had the same idea. I know now that Ace was a closet fatty lover. The fact that he always made an extra effort to huge me "hello" and "goodbye", the hugs lasted too long, he lingered. He was always touching me, his hands were all over me, even in front of his girlfriend or my boyfriend. I would suppress suspicions by stating "He is dating, so and so, he has no interest in me" It was weird. I didn’t realize it then, only after maturing and dealing with more men I understood the tell tale signs of chubby chasers. Maybe he lost his virginity to a fat girl, maybe his favorite teacher was fat, maybe he was fat growing up. For some strange reason Ace loved every inch of me, no need to dissect the issue, it was fact. Ace wanted me. yippee. Like I said there was an open bar at the reception. I indulged but Ace was not drinker. He drank champagne for the toast but that was it. As the night went on we got more comfortable with each other and he had his arm around me and was all touchy feely. We danced like idiots, he tried to teach me how to swing dance but that was a bit too much for me. Now I do cardio and work it out but that kicking and tossing and twirling was not for me. My boobs were too big and I had on a strapless bra. I so did not want my fun bags falling out of my dress and onto the dance floor. After the swing dancing we walked outside onto the patio overlooking the water. It was so pretty and beautiful out. I mentioned that I thought I was drunk. He said in response "I think you are beautiful". I just busted out laughing cause that was so funny. It was like cornball 80's movie dialog. I am nearly pissy drunk, sweating like a slave from all the dancing, hair is in hott mess condition, and I have no shoes on. He was embarrassed and I think I hurt his feelings. I apologized and said thank you and explained why I thought it was funny. I asked if I could make it up to him with a kiss. He perked up and was like "You want to kiss me?!?". I smiled, reeled him in by the tie and planted a vodka and cranberry flavored kiss on him. It was so nice. I mean I have kissed and made out and done all sorts of violent things with another man's tongue but this didn't fell dirty or cheap. It was nice, almost fairy tale like.

Lame I know. But I just reverted to the insecure girl that yearned to be Mrs. Ace. I just let the fantasy play out, I pretended he liked me and for that night I was the girl on his arm and he adored me. The rest of the night was fun we went in and danced to "Girls and Boys" by Blur. We dominated the dance floor and received applause. He grabbed me and planted a big one on me in front of EVERYONE. I nearly pissed myself. Dude we aren't together you can't kiss me like I am yours in front of all my friends. I was upset for a second, like a nanosecond. Then dove back into the fantasy and played along. He was mine, all mine. I got stares and comments in the restroom. I didn’t care at all. I was all, it’s a wedding, people hook up, shit happens, Ace and I always had a connection, he is totally into me. I was gloating that is what I was doing. Gloating in the face of all the other bitches that were trying to snag him. I reverted to some silly bitch that was showboating my "new man". Yeah bitch that’s right Ace kissed me in front of everyone, not you, nah nah. Kiss my wide black ass. That makeup you are touching up aint gonna do you no good cause Ace is mine. *well at least for tonight* I came out of the restroom after I freshened up a bit. Pinned some hair back into place, applied some makeup and decided to take it easy for the rest of the night. I approached Ace who was sitting at the table and he pulled me onto his lap. Now ain't this something. Now Ace is not small but he aint huge. I have sat on dude's laps before but not someone as "not huge" as Ace. I sat there nervous the chair was gonna give at any minute and protesting that I want to sit in my own chair, he whispered "relax" and gave me little kisses on my back.hehe Between sitting on his legs and my strapless bra jabbing me in the ribs I was uncomfortable. The reception was winding down and I wanted to talk to the bride and groom. Ace followed and we said our goodbyes and gave hugs and took some pics. We headed back to the hotel together.

We talked about so much shit, if I went into it this entry would be 10 pages longer than it already is. I mean Ace really liked me. My personality, my body, my style, my abrasiveness. I was so flattered and confessed my liking of him as well. After all the talking I announced that I had to get out of this bra. It was gonna draw blood. He helped me undress. It was so cute. After I got out of the dress he turned me around to just look at me. I was all shy and stupid. Thank God I was wearing matching underwear and not my cotton bloomers. I had enough foresight to wear my cute lace boy shorts that looked awesome on me. My ass looked amazing in them. I felt yucky and told him I needed to shower. He followed me into the bathroom and started the bath. I returned the favor and undressed him. His body. Fuck I am going to have to change my underwear after thinking about this again. His body was amazing. He was more muscular than I thought. Hairy but not gross hairy. We make it to the shower and wash each other. Kissing and stroking and rubbing and caressing. He was so hard. I didn’t really look down at this point. I kept eye contact with him the whole time. I was sucking on his fingers while he was finger fucking me with his other hand. His rhythm was really good. I almost came but I have a problem cumming in the vertical position. It’s a sexual handicap I have. lol Anyway we were all clean and took it to the bedroom. We were all giggles and snuggles, pillow fighting and tickling. I was lying on the bed and he was standing on the edge of the bed and was just staring at me. I sat up and asked what was wrong. He said nothing, this is perfect and gently pushed me back and started to lick my clit. It took me all of two seconds to cum. I was so anxious and ready from the shower. I had to make him stop. I sat up and pull him to his feet and I got a good look at his cock. To me it was perfect. A very nice length maybe about 8 inches and curved to his left. He had a little freckle on his sack. I said it was adorable. I examined his cock. Rubbing it, kissing it, putting on a show for him. Looking up at him, he was smiling and moaning. I took him into my mouth slow at first. I wanted to tease him and not give away all my tricks. Just slowly at first, taking him in and using my hand to work the shaft. Now my rhythm is insane. He was getting weak in the knees as I started going faster and I let him get down on the bed and I go to town. Letting him go farther and farther into my mouth, faster and faster. He is about to come I can tell and I start to rub his balls. He tells me to stop. I don't. He cums, he moans, he cusses. I swallow, I laugh. I excuse myself to rinse out my mouth.
I was satisfied with my little conquest. I throw him a towel so he can clean up a bit and I get into the bed. We immediately start kissing again and open my legs and rubs my clit again, then puts his fingers inside me. I am so wet. I grab his cock to slide him in, and he asks if he can go slow for a while. I nod yes and slide him in and he makes this odd noise. I thought he hurt something but before I could ask he starts kissing me he then he tells me I feel "so fucking good". He wants to me make me cum. I get a feeling that this is more than sex to him but it could be the liquor and anticipation playing tricks on my mind. He is thrusting and making crazy eye contact and looking at me all serious and in love like. I freak out and tell him I want to turn around and I want him to fuck me. I turn around and he speeds it up a bit and gets so deep. I am aching. I know when I cum it’s gonna be one to remember. He keeps going deeper and faster and it feels so fuckin good. I don’t want to cum yet. He tells me he is about to cum. He pulls out and lies on his back and pulls me to sit on his face. haha Now this is fun. I start to feel guilty and readjust to do the whole 69 thing. I really am so good at this cause I can't focus on the dick like I really want to. I was tired of this fumbling and sucking and moaning so I ask him to fuck me till I cum. He gets on top me and grabs my legs and put them on his shoulders and fucks the hell out of me. I grab his ass and guide his hips and takes his fingers and rubs my clit and I feel it coming. The orgasm that was heard around the world. I literally erupted. It's actually embarrassing to think about it. I was so loud, I was quivering and sweating, I almost bit a hole in my lip. I pull him close to me and we kiss and while kissing he stops and cums. We were both gross! Covered in fluids and sexness.

We shower, fool around a bit more and head to sleep. It was a lot of fun. He lives far from me but we talk a lot on the phone and email, for now. It wouldn’t work anyway. My fantasy came true. What else would be left?