Nice day for a white wedding-HNT Early

The appointment was at noon. I skipped lunch and headed over there. We all were to get fitted for our tuxedos in preparation for the wedding or the “Wake” as I refer to it. I mean I was happy for him. He is a great guy in the nerdy, never been laid kind of way. He deserves a great woman, but not this woman. We have hung out a few times since he moved back to the area and I have been real good at avoiding the subject of “Her” and even better at avoiding the invitations to go over their house for a meal. It would break his heart if he knew what a whore she is, or was. Maybe she has changed, but in any case I wanted no part of it. I mean this is the chick that I fantasize about to this day. She did everything in the book and even made up a few as we went. He doesn’t need to know that. To him she is “Wholesome”, or so he has said repeatedly. Who am I to judge? Who am I to shatter that?
As we were getting ready to leave, who should happen to walk into the store? Yes. I spotted her as soon as she hit the door. Remember, he has no idea that her and I have met, let alone know each other and god forbid had hot sweaty piglet sex only hours of meeting. She has no idea who this “friend” is that he has been talking about and that has agreed to be his best man. The preverbal shit, was about to hit the fan. He was about to introduce me to his wife to be. I saw it in her eyes. This was going to get ugly. Before he could get a word out of his mouth she was “Oh my god”ing and heading towards me with outstretched arms. As I hugged her, for a moment we back there. That place were she was a bad girl. The place we lie naked and sweaty hour upon hour. The place all inhabitations were lost. I saw the look on his face as she held me. As if we were long lost siblings. I fought back the chubster. “You two know each other” he asked as his voice crackled. Again, before I could react, say anything, she replies with “Oh my god yes. We used to date”. Date? We fucked once. Sure it lasted over 24 hours, but I would hardly call that dating. Hell, I never even called you back, I thought to myself. There next to me stood the guy that used to live vicariously through me. The guy that always wanted to know the details, the guy that looked up to me. I could see that he was not happy with this, not one bit.
I awkwardly stood there and made small talk, reminisced if you will. She had that look in her eye. The look that told me that she had not changed at all. I cut it short and said that I needed t get back to work. My eyes shot back and forth from his, to hers. She insisted that we (her and I) should get together and catch up. OK. Yeah sure. She boldly grabs my phone and punches in her number and says to call her. This is not happening. I said good bye and got the hell outta there. Leaving behind a guy, a friend, whose world has suddenly and abruptly changed.
He has left 3 voice messages and has emailed me. What do I say? What can I say? On the other hand, I have her number there in my phone. It tempts me. I hear it calling out my name. I feel like the guy with an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. Is it too late to pull out of the wedding? If I did, would that make things worse? He is going to ask. What do I tell him? Do I call her in hopes of? Of what? She’s getting married? OK peeps, let’s hear it! Don’t hold back