My name is Angela. I am 21 year's old, and today is my wedding day. Up until three days ago, I had had sexual intercourse with only one person, my fiancé Gerald.
I met Gerald when we were both in middle school, and even though he was two years older, we became friends. We became close quickly, which his family did not like. Even though I have done everything to be nice and keep out of their way when necessary, they still hate me. The fact that I'm black doesn't help. His sister Emily, who is one year older than I am, has been especially mean to me. She has gone from spreading rumors about me to trying to have me beaten up. She stole my clothes from gym class once, and I had to stay in the locker room in a towel until the gym teacher finally found me. Through all this I've still tried to be nice to her.
Gerald, on the other hand, is the most wonderful person you would want to meet. I hate to see how hurt he gets because of the things his family does. Despite their objections, we have a great friendship, and after my parents died in a car accident when I was in high school, he became my world. We have always "dated" off and on and I didn't care that he was never exclusive. When he went away to university, I was heartbroken and lonely. I knew being close to him was all I wanted. During my senior year in high school, he came back to celebrate my eighteenth birthday with me. He took my cherry that night. A year after I arrived at the university, he proposed to me. Of course, I said "Yes."
Three days ago........................
It's three days before my wedding, and Gerald and I are getting ready to go out for dinner when his sister Emily calls our townhouse. It was a surprise because for the entire time we have lived together she has never called our townhouse, and since our engagement, she has never called him. I thought maybe she was going to tell him that she and the rest of the family would not attend the wedding.
After he had spoken to her briefly, he hands me the phone. His sister was very pleasant and sounded halfway genuine when she apologized for being a "bitch" and said she wanted to make it up to me by throwing me a bachelorette party. I couldn't believe my ears. Gerald, who was listening, shook his head, but, I told her I would be happy to meet up with her. After the call ended, Gerald told me I should not have accepted, and I shouldn't trust her. I said, naively, that she could possibly be wanting to "be friends" and I should at least go.
Later, at dinner, sipping our drinks, deciding what to order, I looked across the table into his beautiful green eyes, I told him I wanted to suck his cock. I was rubbing his dick under the table and when the waiter came we told him "We had changed our minds!" As soon as we were in the car, I was unzipping his pants. I pushed my hand into his boxers and was holding his cock. Then I undid my seatbelt and swallowed his cock head. When he stopped at the light he lowered the back of his seat to give me more room and I pulled his pants down and swallowed almost half of his cock. I clenched my lips around his shaft and started to suck hard, up and down his pole. He was groaning. I pushed my hand under his butt and inserted the tip of my finger in his hole while I squeezed his balls. I moved my lips to his cockhead, and then lowered them slowly swallowing even more of him.
He said, "Don't move, a cop car is passing!"
Soon afterwards he said that it had gone. I started to suck up and down his shaft again as fast as I could, rubbing and squeezing his balls at the same time. Before long his body stiffened as his juice squirted down my throat. The car stopped.
When I lifted my head, the flashing lights of a police car were behind us and the police officer was already at our car trunk, there was no time to cover up!
The officer looked into Gerald's window and smiled when he saw that his pants were pulled down.
He said, "Drivers licence and registration, please."
Gerald had to fumble through his pants for his licence; the officer chortled. I got his registration from his glove box for him. When the officer stood up to look at them, I could see an outline of his hardening cock. Another police car pulled in front of us. The officer asked me for ID; I told him I did not have any.
Gerald said, "Officer, my fiancee and I were just coming from dinner at 'Francisco's'; you can call and check. I'm sorry if ..."
The cop cut him off.
"So...you didn't just pick up your fiancee over on Second Street?"
Before he could respond I grabbed Gerald's arm. He looked at me; he then looked back at the officer and said, "Fuck you".
The officer smirked at Gerald and told us to get out of the car. The cop walked over to the other officer; they were laughing. The second officer then sat in his car. Gerald was still pulling his pants up when the first cop returned. He told Gerald to go to the back of the car and put his hands onto the trunk of the car. He did. The officer started to frisk him very slowly; he looked over to the other officer and then moved up very close to Gerald. He was slowly moving his hands down Gerald's chest; then he looked at me as he put his hand on the waist of Gerald's boxers and pushed it into his shorts. It looked like he was holding Gerald's cock.
Gerald said, "Having fun?"
The officer pulled himself even closer and said, "Yes."
He breathed deeply on Gerald's neck and said, "Your fiancee loves your nice big cock, doesn't she?"
Gerald just looked at me. We heard a door slam and the officer quickly pulled his hand out of Gerald's pants and continued to frisk him in the normal way.
The second cop came up.
"I spoke to the maitre d at Francisco's. He said they eat there all the time, they had one drink apiece".
The first cop said to the second cop, "Well, I thought I smelled pot in the car. I'm going to search the woman now."
