Plus One....

This one really happened. True story alert. More of the innuendo series from the beginning, but I'm mixing it with the other fantasy series where Morgan reads the stories.

Plus One........

Every wedding invitation sends out that card that says “plus one”. Your invite plus a person of your choosing. Following college, your buddy Steve, a smart dude, was getting married. A little early for you, but still, it should be nice. Morgan, your pretty girlfriend was going obvious going to be your plus one, how could she not be. You'd been dating almost a year.

The issue became that Steve wasn't loved. Other than you, and maybe one other guy, Steve had no friends in college, or from his hometown. That meant Steve hung out with you and your buddies from home. So it shocked you when Steve's invitations came out, that your buddies were invited. Naturally, they all felt a little odd, but they didn't mind Steve. Unfortunately, none of them could go. Except of course Bill. What more did he have to do, between jobs, and an offer of free booze and fun. You were kind of sure he wanted to get close to Morgan, as per usual.

Now there you were, at the hotel ready to go to the rehearsal dinner as you came from out of town and that was etiquette.. Bill hadn't shown up yet. He said he was going to swing by to catch a beer or two. Morgan was putting the finishing touched on her outfit. The cute turquoise tube top, the knee length turquoise skirt, and the jean jacket. She didn't always dress up, but weddings were a special thing. So she straightened her short hair, until it curled into a bob. She smacked her lips to finish the redder than usual lipstick.

“Just make sure Bill's under control,” she told you. “Not too gropey ok?” She was always under “attack” from Bill. The guy wanted your girlfriend BAD. She politely brushed him off, even teased and flirted as was her personality.

She looked rather hot for once. She was usually dressed down, in loose clothes. Weddings got her in skirts, which got you going. It also meant one thing, nylons. For some reason, the girl with perfect legs, and no blemishes, bruises or scars, always wanted to wear pantyhose at weddings. She said it was appropriate for the setting. You wanted to watch her put them on, but she shut the bathroom door.

Bill came by your hotel room finally, already pretty drunk. You were dressed in a white shirt and salmon pants, and brown loafers. He had on a black collared shirt, loose slacks and black shoes. He wasn't a dresser. Bill sipped his beer.

Morgan came out of the bathroom adjusting her earrings. Her hair was nice and curled in the bob. Her blonde streaks looked great that way. She was pretty hot. “Damn,” Bill said, looking at her legs in the nylons. It was clear from the darker shade she had on panty-hose. Her skin was white, and the sheer nylons were browner. Still, you understood Bill, it seemed rather hot. She walked around in her three inch “respectable” heels. They covered her toes, but were open around most of the foot, until the back where a strap went around her ankle. Even at only three inches her legs popped perfectly.

“You look good Bill,” Morgan said, finishing fixing her earrings. She hadn't told you that. Which was odd. She flirted with Bill, but it was polite. She always pushed him away. “You guys want a beer.”

Both of you agreed. Bill was on the couch, and you were in the love seat. Morgan came out with two beers and a glass of vodka. She walked past you, plopped about ten inches from Bill, handed him a beer, and then one to you. It was another small thing you noticed. Why give him a beer first. You made sure to check the way she crossed her legs, happy it was towards you. Morgan always said body language is big. If you swing your legs inwards towards a guy, you're a drink away from opening them. You're sending that message that your about to open your legs.

“Do you know Steve and his family and friends?” Morgan asked Bill.

“Nah,” Bill laughed. “Steve's a dork, but he's cool.” He turned towards the TV. “Family seems like dorks and friends.”

Your girlfriend sighed, “Yup,” she actually grabbed the beer from Bill and chugged it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

She shook her head. “I'll need to be buzzed.”

You watched her drink her vodka, and grab Bill's beer now and again. She was talking about something on the TV, but you stared at her legs. They looked so wonderful in the nylons. It was something so different for her, and you couldn't wait to touch her lovely legs in the hose.

Something like “Bridezillas” came on, and Morgan turned to Bill. “Are you gonna fuck a bridesmaid?” She asked, looking at him and batting her eyelashes jokingly.

He sipped his beer. “I might.” He began to laugh.

Morgan crossed her legs and adjusted the skirt over her knee, as you stared at the fabric of the nylon. “Let's talk, what are you into...I can be a wingman.”

“I'm a leg man,” Bill chugged his beer and looked at Morgan's legs in the sexy hose.

Your girlfriend laughed, and tapped his knee. “I KNOW that...but I mean...what's your type.”

Bill blurts out “You,” and it makes Morgan laugh but shake her head.

Morgan grabs his beer and sips it. “I feel like you want tits. Big ones.” She handed the beer back. It was almost time for the rehearsal dinner. Morgan seemed to noticed it first, and uncrossed her legs, and that's when you realized for a small amount of time, she crossed those sexy legs away from you and towards Bill. Did that really mean as much as Morgan said.

You took a cab, with Morgan in the middle to the rehearsal dinner. Morgan was pointing out all the weird stuff on the side of the road in this beach town, as far as hippies. She kept pointing out Bill's window. Bill was pointing out people in their cars. He made a joke about grey poupon, which was way past its time, but Morgan laughed.

The whole time your eyes were on her nylon covered legs. And how much you wanted to rub the material. Your cab made it to the restaurant, and luckily you weren't first, and you weren't last. You found your table with your name, Bill's name and Morgan's. You were supposed to be in the middle of Morgan and Bill, but she was not happy with that.

“I don't want to be left out of the conversation”. She told you.

You ordered a round of drinks. Steve's brother came around to greet you. You spoke for some time. Next to you, Morgan had leaned into Bill and began asking about the bridesmaids. You heard Bill keep saying the word “fat” and your girlfriend laughed.

Another family member comes over to talk, his younger brother, and offers to buy you a drink. You agree, and excuse yourself. You have several drinks and laughs, but keep looking back. Bill and Morgan are talking, even closer than before. At one point she laughs and flips her hair back. Your cock begins to twitch. What does this all mean. You hated how you responded. Such small subtle things. But you noticed now and again, she picks up his beer and sips it. She hasn't stopped the sharing. You can't help but again stare at her legs.

You sit back down, Morgan excused herself, and Bill winks at you. “She's all over me,” he says, as if he's got a chance, and letting you know. Not as an asshole trying to steal her, but as a buddy trying to get laid by someone your not dating.

Morgan comes back, and sips her vodka. You see that dancing has started, and it gets awkward because you don't dance. She leans into Bill pointing out potential women.

Steve comes by and pulls you to take a shot. He hasn't even acknowledged Bill. You go to the bar, and Steve thanks you for coming. He asks where Morgan is, and you point to the table. But you noticed she's gone. You look to the dance-floor and there she is, about three feet from Bill doing a weird dance. Bill is doing his drunk dance with his hands out. You stare at Morgan's creamy legs in those nylons.

Steve insists on another shot. Which is fine, since you need it. Time passes. Not much, maybe ten minutes. You turn and they are gone. Your heart races, and you look for them. Your cock is hard once again, but you find them outside. Morgan is puffing a smoke, which she then hands to Bill, her lipstick on the smoke. He takes it into his mouth, probably tasting her and takes a drag. He hands her his beer and she takes a sip.

“Smoke?” You ask.

Morgan shakes her head. “I only have like one left and you hate Newports.” She takes the smoke back from Bill. It was at this point, Bill excused himself to take a piss.

Your girlfriend looked at you. “This is ridiculous!”

“What is?” You ask.

Morgan shakes her head. “It's just so awkward. ALL FUCKING NIGHT STARING AT MY GODDAMN LEGS!”

Your face turned beat red, realizing you'd been caught.

“They're just NYLONS! They're not stockings and garters. It's not even sexy.” Morgan seethed with anger. She took a deep hall. “It's just weird.”

You looked down. “I'm sorry”.

Morgan sighed. “It's fine. I'm just going to deal with it. If its ok with you?”

You shrugged. “Yeah,” not sure what she was going to say. “It's fine.”

Bill came back. Morgan had a cigarette in her mouth and grabbed his hand. “Bunz,” she called to you. “Be a look out would you.”

Morgan pulled Bill past a small tiled area of the deck, past where people could see, except for you. Then she started shaking her head. She was saying something. Annoyed as all hell. Finally, to your utter horror and amazement, Morgan lifted her skirt, for a good ten seconds and then dropped it. Bill's face went white. Cigarette in her mouth, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“NOW you can stop staring.” She told HIM. You were floored. You thought she meant you. Bill was still standing motionless, but began to smile. “It's not that sexy. It covers granny panties.”

Both of you were speechless. Morgan was still heated. “Can we get past it now.” She had just lifted her skirt for your friend, even after kicking you out of the bathroom. Your pants strained as your boner grew. Morgan left the two of you, and Bill just smiled.

“It was hot,” he told you, patting your back. As if you wanted to know. Part of you did. You hadn't seen your own girlfriend's panty-hose.

There was a new ease now, but again Morgan stayed close to Bill. You were constantly pushed in new directions by people from the family and school. You kept walking by and hearing Morgan say “boner boy” and laugh. Was she insulting you?

The reception ended finally, and you and Morgan went upstairs to your room. She was pretty drunk and giggly. “Ugh...I shouldn’t have done that earlier.”

“Probably not,” you told her. “He will get the wrong idea.”

Morgan laughed. “He already HAS the wrong idea. I just mean his gross ass is jerking off to me right now.”

For some reason, you decided to ask. “How do you know that?”

Morgan hiccuped. She then said. “For one thing he had a boner all night after. He was acting so weird before I showed him the nylons. I just didn't want that weirdness.” She was leaning on you to get into the room. “Also, he fucking told me he was gonna jerk off to me.” She began falling over laughing. Your girlfriend walked to the bathroom. “Regular nylons aren’t sexy.” She left and came back without nylons on.

The two of you started making out, but both of you were wasted, and your cock probably wasn't gonna work. You fell asleep on the couch.

The next day, Bill stopped by before the wedding. He had on a jacket and the same trousers. You had on a suit. Morgan was wearing her wedding outfit. The white top that was rather sexy around her boobs and wrapped around her neck, the tan knee high skirt, the silver three inch heels, the same type of sexy nylons. She looked gorgeous.

Bill came in with his tie poorly tied, and your girlfriend walked past you to help him fix it. It made your cock twitch once again. They stood in the mirror together and you watched them. It was an odd sight.

It was time for drinks. You and Bill had beers, and Morgan had Vodka. But like the night before, she occasionally grabbed his beer for a chug. Feeling good, you all made your way to the church. Again, Morgan wanted to be in the middle, as always. You approached the usher, with Bill walking first, and Morgan behind him.

“Are you two with the Bride of Groom?” She asked.

“Groom!” Morgan said, and the guy behind the lady came up and began to walk them to the pew. You moved to follow, but the lady stopped you.

“Bride or Groom?” She asked.

You looked at her. “I'm with them....groom.”

The lady turned to see Morgan and Bill laughing. “I'm sorry...I....” She helped you to their pew. They were making fun of the alter boys and making inappropriate jokes.

The wedding was nice and Morgan stood in between you and Bill. After the wedding, you found yourself behind Morgan with Bill in front. Steve greeted you on the way out, and then his wife.

An hour later, you were all sitting at the reception. Morgan, once again in the middle was chatting with Bill about bridesmaids, but like yourself, he was staring at her nylon covered legs. In fact, its really all you'd been staring at, besides the two of them laughing.

Steve's wife, the blushing bride finally came around. She first shook Bill's hand and looked at Morgan. “Well done Bill...WELL done,” before anyone could correct her, she looked at the empty seat to your right. “Where is Morgan? Where is your date?”

It was an awkward introduction after that, but Morgan politely introduced herself. After that incident, the three of you got shots. Your lovely girlfriend went back and forth between you and Bill. Both of you were kind of staring at her legs. Morgan finally sighed. She turned to Bill, and lifted her skirt. “Go get rid of it.”

A shocked Bill jumped up, and left you two. The reception was in the hotel. Morgan had a smile on her face now as she sipped her drink. Your girlfriend had literally told your friend now to go jerk off to her. This went beyond being flirty. Still, it made you incredibly hard.

A half hour later, Bill came back. You were at the bar with Morgan. She was sitting on a stool. The three of you began to drink heavily. At one point, your cute girlfriend helped Bill meet a stocky bridesmaid, and it looked like it was going well. Something about that seemed to upset your sexy girlfriend. As Bill talked to her, you saw Morgan cross her legs, and Bills eyes opened. Had she crossed them so Bill could see up her skirt? Was that real? Again she had a wry smile, and like a puppy Bill came back.

From then on, there is no “bridesmaid” in Bill's eye, or checking out other women. He's dialed into Morgan and she seems fine with that. They talk for twenty minutes without even looking your way.

Steve's brothers come up and offer to buy a drink. They want to smoke a cigar. You find yourself outside puffing a cigar, and chatting with whiskey. All the while, you're peeking in, your cock hard at whats going on with Morgan and Bill. It seems harmless. She occasionally rubs his arm and laughs. He says something dumb and she shakes her head, but laughs.

You walk back in, by yourself and watch them. “She's hot huh,” some guys says next to you. It's one of Steve's relatives. “Bet they fuck good tonight.”

Your head goes back, “Excuse me?”

“I bet he fucks that girl good tonight?” The balding man said.

You are pissed off at his words. “He isn't with her!”

The guy laughed. “If they're not fucking, they're gonna be.”

It rings in your head for the rest of the wedding. You go back near them, but again, its as if you aren't there.

Around 10PM, the wedding ends, but the party doesn't. Steve's cousins, brothers, bridesmaids, etc, all want to drink more. So you all go to a bar down the street. It has two levels, and requires entrance to the top. You, Morgan and Bill are waiting at the base of the stairs to go up. Steve's family is oblivious and concerned with themselves. Morgan and Bill are discussing some loser who just went up. Steve's brother calls you up for a shot.

“You two....” the bouncer says, and calls Morgan and Bill up. They all but run upstairs.

You take the shot, and chat, but eagerly want to get upstairs. It takes some time, but finally, a fatter bridesmaid helps you get up. You “need a girl”, and you didn't have one. When you get upstairs, Morgan is sitting in the corner. Bill keeps moving in close to her lips, but Morgan seems annoyed.

Your girlfriend has finally had enough apparently, as Bill keeps trying to make out with her. He says something in her ear. She shakes her head. He says something else, and she shakes it again. He is persistent, until you watch as she grabs his hand, and puts it on her knee. She shakes her head in annoyance the whole time.

You are utterly floored as Bill's hand moves up and down her panty-hose covered knee and thigh. It's her left knee, as its crossed over the right, facing towards him. She looks annoyed, but lets it go on. Bill pushes his hand far up the tan skirt, and she reaches down and stops him. You expect her to wallop him, but instead she just pulls his hand back to her knee. He continues his rubbing of her nylon covered legs as she sips her drink and looks around.

Bill eventually leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head. Strangely, she still let his hands remain on her knee rubbing her nylons. This went on for about thirty minutes. At this point your cock was ready to explode.

Bill's hand moves further up her skirt, and he leans in to suck on her neck. Your girlfriend's eyes momentarily roll, and her head falls back, but she catches herself and pulls away.

She stands up and goes to the bar. Bill follows her, but she seems mad now. You now join them.

Hours later you and Morgan are drunk on the couch of the hotel, kissing.

You make a joke. “You think Bill jerked off to you tonight?” You say, thinking about earlier.

Morgan laughed. “Yeah...like 5 times this weekend.”

You were shocked. “How do you know?”

Morgan sighed. “He told me. A lot!” She walked away and went to the bedroom, you followed her, but when you got in there, she was sleeping already.

You spent the next five minutes jerking off in the bathroom, realizing you never got to see her panty-hose under her skirt, or the ability to feel her hose. Bill got more than both.