Page 37 of Allison

Heaving out a sigh, he strips off his sweaty clothes and heads to the shower, taking his own advice. While the hike hadn’t been overly taxing on him, he knows a hot shower after exertion will be good for his muscles. Stepping into the shower, he closes his eyes while the hot water cascades over him. The heat relaxes his body. An image of Allison in her shower next door flashes in his mind. His cock hardens at the image.

Why hadn’t he asked to join her?They could’ve taken turns washing one another. Images of his hands soaping her tits has him groaning. His hands moving up and down her torso, cupping her ass, pulling her body to his. Using his bare hand to soap up her pussy, letting his fingers dip inside to tease her little bud. He can almost hear her gasps and moans and her breaths coming in short, shallow puffs.

His hard cock is throbbing painfully. He grasps it pumping slowly, then speeding up when he remembers how Allison had sucked him so well. It doesn’t take long until he is splattering his release on the shower floor.

He quickly washes then shuts off the water. Grabbing a towel, he dries himself, then pulls clean clothes from the dresser, where he stored his clothing the day he’d arrived. He still has an hour and a half before time to escort Allison to dinner. Maybe he should take his own advice and grab some sleep.

Laying down on top of the covers, he wills sleep to come, but Allison keeps dancing through his mind and sending all the blood in his body south. He groans with need. Getting off in the shower doesn’t seem to have helped him at all. Rolling to his left side, he grabs the extra pillow, hugging it to his body, pretending he’s holding Allison.

Even though they hadn’t done anything but sleep the night before, he’d slept soundly as he’d held her through the night. Worm hasn’t ever stayed the night with his sex partners in the past. Usually renting a room or going to her place for a couple hours of fun, he’d leave once they’d both been satisfied. He never thought he’d like sharing his bed, but he’d found a peacefulness with Allison he hadn’t realized he’d been missing.

Flopping onto his back, he releases a heavy sigh. He needs to stop thinking along those lines. He can’t allow himself to imagine what it would be like to have her in his bed every night, to wake up to her sweet face every morning.NO!It would never work, and the sooner he accepts this the better off he’ll be.

An hour later, he’s up pacing his room. Sleep has remained elusive. He’d fought the bed as long as he could, finally giving up. He has too much pent up energy to find sleep. He focuses on the upcoming rehearsal and following meal with the wedding party and Emma’s family.

He’s actually looking forward to the rehearsal, knowing he’ll be spending plenty of time with Allison since they are paired up for him to escort her down the aisle. When Wallace had first asked him to be a groomsman, Worm had dreaded having to escort a strange girl he’d never met. He’d feared he’d be paired with someone who he wouldn’t get along with or who was annoying, but he couldn’t have chosen a better partner than Allison.

The chemistry between them is amazing, and she’d agreed they would never work long term. It’s the perfect scenario. So, why does his stomach drop out when he remembers they only have a couple of days left together and that most of that time will be taken up with wedding activities?

Worm glances down at his watch. It’s almost time to head downstairs. He pushes his errant thoughts away. Time to get Allison and get things moving. He’s hoping there’ll be no cock blocking or twat swatting, as Allison called it, tonight.

One night with her won’t be enough.This crosses his mind as he steps out of his room on his way to collect Allison for the rehearsal. He knocks on her door, waiting patiently for her to answer. He’s about to knock again but hears movement on the other side of the door.

A sleepy-eyed Allison opens the door. A crease is embedded on her right cheek, probably from the pillowcase. She’s in a tank and shorts which are showing off all her curves, making his mouth water.

Worm’s heart stutters in his chest. Once again struck by how naturally beautiful she is, whether fresh out of bed or in full makeup, Allison takes his breath every single time.

“Hey, sugar,” Worm manages to say despite his dry mouth. “It’s about time for the rehearsal.” Yawning, her hand coming up to hide her wide mouth, she nods.

“Just give me a second to change.” She steps back to allow him to follow her inside. She pulls out another flowy dress in lavender. He watches in fascination as she strips down, then dons her bra and panties.

Without him thinking of doing it, his hand reaches out to take her in his arms, but he catches himself before making contact. They don't have time for what he wants and needs to do to her.Later. Be patient.He tells himself they have important things to do, then he can finally have her. He doesn’t want their first time to be rushed. He needs to take his time with her.

Allison spins to face him when she’s gotten dressed. “I’m almost ready. I just need to fix my hair and makeup, but I promise I’ll be fast.”

“Take your time. We have a few minutes.” Worm settles on the bed while Allison heads into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerges looking like an angel. Her hair is falling in long brown waves down her back with the sides pulled back into a matching lavender clip. Her full lips are a light pink, a light blush to her cheeks, and her eyelids have a light coating of lavender eyeshadow.

“You’re gorgeous, sugar.” Worm is on his feet, pulling her close, kissing her neck. He inhales her raspberry and lilac scent. His cock enlarges, going down his thigh. It’s going to be a long evening.

By some miracle, he keeps himself from stripping Allison out of her dress and taking her in her room forgetting all about the rehearsal. They arrive just in time for them to get in place. Worm can’t keep his mind on anything other than how good Allison looks in the dress she’s wearing and how much he wants to take it off her.

Susie Beth has taken charge of the rehearsal to ensure everything goes to plan. She insists they go through the ceremony three times until she is satisfied everyone knows what to do and where to stand.

“Kevin, move to your left about six inches,” she demands on their second run through, giving Bull a hard look. They’ve all walked in and are standing in formation on either side of the bride and groom.

“Six inches?” Susie Beth nods. “How about ten? Can you handle ten, tiger?” Bull has a smirk on his face as he watches Susie Beth’s face shift from shock to pissed off. Worm can tell there are about to be fireworks. At least maybe the focus will be off him and Allison for a change.

“You have some mighty big fantasies, buster,” Susie Beth spits out through gritted teeth. “Just move like I said.”

“Oh, you have no idea about my fantasies, tiger,” Bull intones in a husky voice, “and I’ll definitely move like you need.”

“Damn!” Allison whispers loudly. Worm peers around Bull to see her fanning herself. Worm can hear some of Emma’s cousins chastising Allison for her cursing. He rolls his eyes and resumes his position.

Minutes later, Susie Beth demands they run through it one last time. On their third trip down the aisle, Worm leans closer to Allison and whispers. “I need you out of that dress, sugar.” He straightens up, peering at her out of his peripheral vision.

Allison’s face is flushed a deep fuchsia. The hand that is gently gripping the crook of his left arm, tightens almost to the point of pain, but her expression remains unchanged from the soft smile she had plastered on when they first arrived to the throng of family and friends who had decided to watch them practice until time for dinner.

When they reach the altar, he goes to the right to stand next with Wallace and the other groomsmen, while Allison heads left to stand with the bridesmaids. It doesn’t take long to finish the last run through. Susie Beth declares it’s time for them to exit.

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