BEST MAN

I posted this over at SOTF and had nothing for tonight, so I figured I would make it up with a twofer!
I was really suffering. It had been years since I had suffered from a hang over of such intensity. I was struggling to keep it together. I was finding it hard to maintain. In just over an hour I would be required to stand in the sun and eighty degree heat, smile and act like I was happy and gave a shit that my best friend was getting married. I could hear his voice saying “That is what the best man is for”. I was wheezy and feeling constrained and claustrophobic within the tuxedo. I needed a place to sit, a place to rest. The place was huge and had many, too many doors. The hallway began to spin and I reached for the door handle and entered.
She stood there with her maid of honor in a sultry white bra and panty set. Stockings draped her long legs and attached to the silk garter belt that hung perfect across her waist. The maid of honor began to approach me with a vicious look in her eyes. Chelsi must had known, seen that I was in trouble and stopped her in her tracks. I stumbled and clumsily sat quickly down upon a chest that was probably full of props or something of the sort. My eyes went in and out of focus as I stared at the dress almost standing there by itself across from Chelsi. “Are you alright”, I heard her say. I shook my head a few times to try and bring myself back to reality. I began to regain my focus and saw Chelsi whispering into the girl’s ear and I watched as she walked past me and exited the room. Chelsi followed and shut the door and bolted the lock. She came and sat next to me and I suddenly noticed how hot this woman was. She asked what was wrong and I explained my situation to her without spilling any details from the antics that went on at the Bachelor party a few hours prior. “You’re clammy” she said as she ran her hand over my face. Her touch was soft. It was exactly as I remembered. Yes, she once had an interest in me. Sure, I still felt I should be the one that she desired, the one that she loved. I had been an ass and in the meantime, Brain swooped in and stole her from under my nose. All of this time, the two of them together, the dinners, the dates and the “Circle of Friends, I had never once stopped wanting her. I think she knew it and maybe deep inside felt the same. We never got a fair shot. I could still remember our lips joining, tongues dancing over and around the other, that first kiss. I went weak in the knees. Yes I remember, yet I also remember how I selfishly threw it all away. Here I sat with the woman of my dreams, her about to get married and for the first time I was seeing her exposed, wearing enticing articles to please her new husband on their wedding night.