The first dance...

I get to the reception hall and hear the MC introducing the happy couple. I walk in the door and see a room full of white people gathered around the dancefloor: some old people, quite a few good looking young women. In the center of attention is Kimberly, looking angelic in her white wedding dress, beaming radiantly at her new husband. The music starts and the couple starts slow dancing to some sappy country song. She is looking up at him, smiling brightly. I remember that smile: she looked up at me with a similar grin after she finished sucking down my cum. I can’t wait to get her back down there. I shift my dick in my pants and make for the dancefloor.

So apparently I stick out in this room: not just am I the only black guy, but I’m wearing some sweet colors and not some suit. There’s some little redheaded girl in a green dress who looks over at me in shock and hurries over. She can’t be much more than 5’2, but she’s got a nice little set of titties on that little frame.

“What are you doing here?” she demands in a sweet voice, forcing a smile.

“Do I know you?” I ask jauntily, checking out the blushing bride over her shoulder.

“I’m Gwen, the maiden of honor,” she explains, taking ahold of my arm and trying to lead me away from the dancefloor.

“Hands off, Gwen, unless we taking that dress off, too,” I reply. Her arms drop to her side and she casts an embarressed sideways glance and the dozen people or so who look over. “What is this, a Whites Only club?”

Her face goes red. “No.” She pauses. “No, please, Kim is Mrs. Tom White, now.”

“Mrs. White?!” I laugh. “That’s funny, cause I know she likes the black.” More people look over from the dancefloor.

“Please, keep your voice down,” Gwen pleads. Just then, a thin blonde girl wearing an identical green dress to Gwen staggers over. She bears a remarkable resemblence to the bride.

“Ohmigod, you’re Dwayne, aren’t you?” she slurs. “The athelete? Kimmy told me about you. I’m Kristin… Krissy… Kimmy’s little sister.” She smiles drunkenly. “We’re the same age, you know.”

“Please, Kim is my best friend,” Gwen continues. “What can we do to get you to leave Kim alone tonight?”