A/N: This was quick one that just came to mind and I typed it out quickly. There's build up to the action near the end.
Thanks for reading.
GM01
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Getting married is much more of a process than I ever anticipated. Well, for my fiancee it was. Ellen was a 24 year old blonde bombshell, there's no other way to describe her. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. Yep, she was one of those fresh faced, nubile, athletic women the TV camera cut to before or after a commercial during the big college match up of the week. In her tight top and short skirt she looked like pure, wholesome American womanhood. That and pure, wholesome American sex goddess.
Long, truly blonde hair to the middle of her back; electric, energetic blue eyes; dazzling white smile with perfect teeth; perfectly shaped, just plump enough, naturally pink lips; a graceful, slender neck; big, but not overly large, firm breasts; slim waist with a tight tummy; an ass to die for - round, firm and succulent; and long, spectacular legs made Ellen was the Barbie Doll come to life without any ridiculous proportions. Guys, men, boys, octogenarians threw themselves at her with offers of riches, power and pleasures in a effort to be with her.
My junior year in college Ellen entered as a freshman. She lived on my floor in a large dorm at one end of the campus. I was a Resident Assistant, part of the Dorm Staff, paid by the university to try and maintain some semblance of order and control on a campus of more than 25,000 students, both Undergraduate and Graduate, mostly between the ages of 18 and 28. As Dorm Staff I was on campus before the regular student body and required to be there for Freshman Weekend. On my floor of 10 males and 10 females Ellen and her roommate, Tanya were the only two freshman.
For some reason, colleges think it makes sense to match people of different backgrounds as roommates freshman year. Tanya was a rough and tumble city kid, wise to the ways of the world. Ellen was pretty much pure as the driven snow from a small town. That very first night Tanya hooked up with someone (I never knew if she was straight, bi or lesbian) on campus and never came home. About 1:30 in the morning there was a soft but insistent knocking on my door.
I opened my portal to find a scared young woman, tears in her eyes asking if she could come in. Ellen was in a long nightgown with a thick fleece bathrobe cinched tightly over it and fuzzy slippers. The only thing missing was a teddy bear clutched in her arm.
Over the next hour, through sobs, weeping and sniffles I learned that Ellen was away from home for the first time in her life. She had never even slept over at a friend's house! An only child, her parents had doted on her and at least one, usually both, went just about everywhere with her.
At 6'2" and a reasonably well maintained 200 pounds I was the perfect, (apparently) non-threatening protector to hold her through her first night away from all that she knew. From that night on I was her protector, her guide and soon enough her lover. Despite her overwhelming attractiveness, offers and come ons from athletes, rich boys, and other women I was 'the one' for her and she never even dated another man.
I stayed on campus for a two year graduate program so she wouldn't be alone for her last two years. On her graduation day I asked her to marry me. She said "Yes" and had the ring on before I even finished asking the question.
But this story isn't really about Ellen.
I was introduced to Ellen's parents, Ken and Jacqueline (never 'Jackie') Kittredge during fall Parents' Weekend. Ellen's introduction of me was like this, "Mother, Dad this is Rick, the man I'm going to marry."
No pressure. Ken disliked me immediately. Jacqueline I couldn't read. She certainly appraised me up and down with no attempt to disguise her review. She extended a hand with perfectly manicured nails, dripping with expensive rings and bracelets. I gently grasped her hand, looked in her eyes and said "So nice to meet you." while blushing almost scarlet from Ellen's introductory words. She pursed her lips and nodded, holding my hand longer than I would have expected, almost to the point of being uncomfortable.
Ellen clearly took after her father. He was tall, toned, blonde with blue eyes. Jacqueline was petite, maybe 5' 2", with thick, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and, truth be told, a stunning figure in a stylish, expensive jacket, blouse, skirt and high heels. I learned that the Kittredges were rich. Not filthy, stinking rich, but close enough. Ken owned 11 automobile dealerships across three counties "back home" and had two of the highest grossing sales and service locations in the state among them.
I visited the Kittredges for at least one week every summer, staying in a guest room in their giant home, complete with pool, two tennis courts, a small stable for Ellen's horse and an six car garage. That first summer I was introduced to Ellen's friends from high school and her parents' friends from the two country clubs to which Ken belonged. A party was thrown to celebrate Ellen's first year of college.
The guest list was easily 100 or more. It was a barbecue/pool party with the food catered by Big Eddie's True Southern Barb-B-Que. For men the attire was pretty standard - either a long sleeve button down shirt (with the sleeves nonchalantly rolled up) or a golf shirt, golf shorts, many with whales, lobsters, retrievers or some other item embroidered on them, and either tassel loafers or boat shoes with no socks.
The women predominantly dressed in one of two categories. The first was tennis attire - tight tops and short, flouncy skirts (think Lacy Underalls in
Caddyshack
). The second was bathing suits, almost all of them two pieces and the majority bikinis. Fitness was apparently big in this locale because everyone of the women was tight, toned and sexy as hell. To top it off, every single woman wearing a bathing suit wore high heels. None were lower than 3" and a fair number were 5" (with or without a platform).
Jacqueline wore a dark green bikini and pair of 5" sandals that showed her to be a fucking MILF of the highest order! Every piece and part of her was near perfect. Her breasts were probably a B cup but on her petite frame they looked big without being out of place or overpowering. Her ass was pert, firm and molded from hours on a stair master or doing squats. Despite all of the awesome bodies on display around the pool, and Jacqueline's wasn't the best, though certainly in the top 3 or 4, if she was in your focus she seemed to outshine any other women around her.
As the party wore on into the evening a sizable number of the guests were becoming more and more inebriated and what had been a rather staid and reserved gathering began to loosen up considerably. When the first woman was thrown into the pool, laughing hysterically the whole time, by two or three men, things became looser than loose. Men, Ken included, began pulling the strings that held bikini tops together on any woman who happened to walk by. Within a very short span of time a fair number of women were now topless, even some in tennis skirts.
Ken seemed to be at the center of all of this strangeness (to me, at least) motor boating at least two of the larger chested women and trying to work the bikini bottoms off several others. Ellen was off, far way from the pool, talking with several of her girlfriends and I was standing alone taking in this unexpected free for all. I did notice that Jacqueline was absent from any of the shenanigans.
"Ridiculous, wouldn't you say?" I heard Jacqueline's voice sneer from behind me. I turned a little to see her leaning against the sliding glass door, one arm crossed under her breasts supporting the other and the hand holding a drink near her shoulder. Her face was calm, almost cold as she watched her husband launch a voluptuous brunette into the pool. The brunette exited the water, still in her stilettos, and wrapped Ken in a wet embrace, mashing her pillowy, big boobs against him.
I stammered trying to form an appropriate, safe response.
