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Trish's Wedding Day
by MTL (mtl_17.feedback@yahoo.co.uk)

Mickie's POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I look over to my right and see the numbers on the alarm clock on the bedside
table flashing to signal that it is 7:30am time for me to get up when the in
point of fact I have been up for hours....Ok that's a lie the fact of the
matter is I have been awake all night.

I haven't managed to get one wink of sleep. All I have been doing since I
first got into this bed is thinking about....well basically everything.

Everything that has happened ever since me and her first met....everything
that has happened ever since we first "got together"....or as she calls it
started having "fun" together. An everything that has happened ever since she
left the company.

I slowly reach over and turn the alarm clock off due to the bleeping having
started to get on my nerves after flicking the switch on the top part of the
alarm clock from on to off the bleeping stops and the numbers stop flashing.

Once the alarm clock has been shut off I return to staring up at the ceiling.

You know I can still remember the first day I met her like it was yesterday
instead of it being almost a year ago.

October 10th 2005....the day I debuted on RAW and begun what would become my
first rivalry. I can remember the whole day I was....well basically I was
like my character I was full of excitement and adrenaline I couldn't wait to
debut....I mean can you blame me?

How many people get to not only debut on the longest running wrestling
television show but also start their career working with and eventually
against the No.1 diva in the No.1 wrestling company in America?

It's kinda funny actually because all day I was like my character and then
when it was time to go on I became very serious and "acted" the way I had
been all day.

Me and her hit it off right away though.

I can remember she sat down with me at lunch and we talked she asked me about
my life before I joined the company and she seemed really interested. I can
remember telling her how happy I was that I was getting the gimmick that I
was getting because I was a huge fan of her's and that I didn't idolize her
but she certainly did inspire me and that I did hope that I could be just as
successful as she had been.

An then she said something which I will never forget.

She told me that I would.

Part of me still thinks she was just saying that to be nice and yet I can
remember looking into her eyes and seeing no sign of a lie even if she was
just saying that I was sure that if she was lying even if it was just to be
nice I would have been able to tell due to me having always been able to tell
when somebody is lying to me by looking them in the eye and yet there was no
lie in her eye.

An so our storyline got underway and me and her spent a lot of time together
not just at house shows or RAW but we spent all of our time together and it
wasn't like my character I didn't hassle her to spend time together in point
of fact it was very much the other way around she....I don't want to say
hassled me but she would call me or text me and ask me what I was doing and
when I told her nothing she would ask me if I wanted to spend the day with
her.

Of course I jumped at the chance.

Not because I thought if I spent time with her it would help me further my
career I mean come on I was working for the No.1 company in America
with/against the No.1 female wrestler in the company how on earth could I
improve on that?

I simply spent time with her because I enjoyed spending time with her.

Sometimes we'd go window shopping or actual shopping.

Sometimes we'd go out to eat.

Sometimes we'd go out to the cinema together.

Sometimes we'd go out drinking together.

Hell sometimes we'd just stay in either my hotel room or her's order room
service and watch TV and chat.

No matter what we did we had fun.

That was until the onscreen kiss under the mistletoe....after that everything
changed.

The weird thing is it wasn't a drastic change....like after that night that
we kissed onscreen we stopped spending time together. We still spent time
together and done everything we did before it's just ....the mood was
different neither of us talked about it at first we both tried to ignore it
and act "normal" I guess you could say act the way we did before the onscreen
kiss.

Eventually though the change and the not talking about it became too much for
her and so the night after she defeated me to retain her title we met up on
neutral territory for the first time but not the last. An both said how we
felt and her being the type of woman that she was and is she allowed me to go
first and so I did.

I told her that I really valued her friendship and that until we kissed I
never saw her as anything other than my friend which....if I am honest was a
lie I mean I never told her I was a lesbian not because I was ashamed of my
sexuality the subject never came up however leaving aside the fact that I was
and am a lesbian even if I wasn't a lesbian I don't think any woman gay
straight or bi could deny how beautiful she is.

I went on to tell her that after the kiss I started to see her in a new
light....which was kinda the truth I had from day one saw Trish as a sexually
attractive women I just never thought or imagined or even dreamed about us
being together sexually until after the kiss....after the kiss I did start
thinking imagining and dreaming about us sexually and I told her all of this.

I also pointed out that I would never ever make a move on her due to the fact
that despite how much I may have wanted to and I did. I didn't want to loose
her and I didn't.

Much to my surprise and delight she told me the same thing and once she had
finished talking there was an uncomfortable silence between us which I broke
by asking her where we went from there and she nervously told me or rather
asked me if I wanted to kiss her and I told her that I did which again was
the truth and so she told me to which I did and....well let's just say one
thing led to another and leave it there.

Things pretty much went back to the way they where before the onscreen kiss
except now me and her where as she put it having "fun" together however I
personally considered what we where doing to be "making love" or "having sex"

I think to begin with I considered what we did to be us "having sex" however
it eventually changed from us "having sex" to us "making love"

I can remember just before we did it the first time she said how she didn't
want this to change things between us....I realise now how stupid that line
is because whenever you go past being a friend and become intimate things
between you immediately change weather you realise it or not.

I don't think either of us realised that things had changed between us then
again maybe we did and we just did our best to ignore the fact that things
had changed like we tried to ignore the fact that things had changed after
the onscreen kiss.

By the time Wrestlemania arrived....I knew I couldn't ignore how I felt
anymore and so after our match she came to my locker room to congratulate me
and I told her we needed to talk and so we once again met on neutral ground
and I told her that I knew or rather I remembered what she said about how she
didn't want what we where doing....us having "fun" to change our friendship
however I told her that us having "fun" had changed our friendship because I
no longer had the type of feelings that one friend has for another....I told
her that my feelings where now the type of feelings that a man has for woman
or a gay man has for another gay man or a gay woman has for another gay
woman.

I can remember saying that the whole "that a man has for woman or a gay man
has for another gay man or a gay woman has for another gay woman." Line.

I can also remember her laughing in my face and saying or rather telling me
not to be stupid or as she put it silly. She then told me I couldn't have the
type of feelings for her that a gay woman has for another gay woman because I
wasn't gay.

That is when I came out to her that I was gay and that I have those types of
feelings for her....She immediately interrupted me by telling me that I may
have wanted her but she didn't want me and that she wasn't gay and with that
she got up and left and from Wrestlemania to Backlash she didn't talk to me
wouldn't respond to my texts wouldn't pick up the phone when I called her and
couldn't stand to be around me when we where at work.

Whenever I tried to approach her to try and talk to her she would always put
an obstacle in my way weather that is her going up to somebody be it a
backstage worker or another female or even a male wrestler sometimes if I
entered a room she would leave it.

The day before Backlash she finally answered one of my phone calls and
invited me to meet her on "neutral" ground because she had something she
wanted to say to me.

An so I met her on "neutral" ground and she told me that she was sorry about
how she reacted to what I had to say and that it took her by surprise me
coming out to her and everything and that part of the reason why she had been
avoiding me and not answering my texts and calls etc was because she needed
time to get her head straight and now she had.

She then told me that she appreciated how I felt however she made it quite
clear that she didn't feel the same way back she told me that she did care
about me but she didn't care for me in that way.

She then went on to say that she enjoyed us doing what we had been doing and
that she was willing for us to continue having "fun" however that was all it
was to her and all it would ever be.

I don't know why....to this day I don't know why I agreed to her terms but I
did and somehow I managed to go on having "fun" with her although I never
considered what we did together as us having "fun"

I always considered it making love maybe not her making love to me but
defiantly me making love to her.

An so from Backlash until September 11th 2006 life returned....I guess you
could say it returned to normal except for the fact that I hated when me and
her had "fun" together and yet at the same time I loved it when me and her
had "fun" together or when she had "fun" with me and I made love to her.

Somewhere in between Backlash and September 11th 2006 she told me that she was
both retiring from wrestling and that she was going to marry her boyfriend
and high school sweetheart of fourteen years.

On 11th September she had her final match on RAW against me and that night me
and her where together for the last time it was also the night that I asked
her....and I don't know why I did this but.... I asked her if that night was
the end of me and her having "fun" and she told me that it wasn't.

She said that we could still have "fun" but that we would only be able to
have "fun" when the WWE was in her hometown of Toronto.

That was also the night that she asked me if I would be one of her
bridesmaids....again I don't know why but I actually said yes.

An so here I am.

In Toronto Ontario Canada in this lovely five star hotel room hours away from
seeing the woman that I love walk down the isle to marry her boyfriend and
high school sweetheart.

Speaking of hours away I had better get up washed and dressed.

An so I slowly drag myself out of the bed and go into the bathroom turn on
the shower get undressed and once the shower is at the right temperature I
get in and begin to slowly wash myself all the while thinking about what I
plan on doing or rather what I am and have been thinking about doing ever
since the rehearsal.

It is so weird how one event can change everything....I mean before the
onscreen kiss me and her where fine....after that onscreen kiss everything
changed....after New Years Revolution which was the night she defeated me to
retain her title everything changed again....after Wrestlemania 22 everything
changed again and after Backlash everything changed again.

An after the wedding rehearsal my intentions for being here went from being
here to support the woman that I love to trying to stop the woman that I love
from marrying her high school sweetheart and boyfriend.

An the reason why I am going to try and stop the woman that I love from
marrying her high school sweetheart and boyfriend....quite simply really.

It's because I love her.

I told her that I loved her the night of Wrestlemania 22 however I don't
think I ever really knew it or felt it until the wedding rehearsal when I was
standing or rather sitting in the front row watching her stand opposite the
man she plans on marrying and listening to the priest go through how the
service will go.

I can remember thinking to myself.

"I can't do this.... I can't let her do this.... this isn't right."

As well as loads of other things.

An that was when I decided that I was going to stop.... that I had to stop
this wedding from happening at least that is what I am thinking about
doing.... I haven't decided weather I am going to do it yet.

I mean let's say I did try and stop her from marrying this guy who she has
known since she was in high school and been with since she was in high
school.

What exacterly is it going to change?

She's told me that she doesn't feel the same way about me as I do about her.

She's told me that she doesn't consider what we have been doing to be
anything more than us having "fun"

An yet on the other hand what if I simply stand by and do nothing?

Am I going to regret it for the rest of my life?

Am I going to spend the rest of my life wondering what if?

I don't like living with regret....I know nobody does but I really don't like
living with regret which is one of the reasons why I was so honest with her
the night after New Year's Revolution and Wrestlemania 22.

It was because I didn't want to regret not telling her and it was also
because and this may sound weird but we started out a friends me and her and
throughout all of this on some level I feel we have always been or rather
remained friends and so as a friend I couldn't lie to her.

Which brings up another point.

As her friend can I really stand by and let her do this?

I mean what if she is making a mistake?

Ok that is a bit of a weird thing to say considering she and her soon to be
potential husband have known each other since they where in high
school....but marriage is a huge step even for people who have been together
as long as she and her boyfriend (for the next couple of hours at least) have
been together.

An it may seem like the next logical step but even if it is logical it isn't
always the right one.

A lot of things change.

What if she is doing this for the wrong reasons?

I mean I'm not saying she's doing this to try and prove anything to me
but....what if she is doing this for some other reason other than the reason
why two people normally get married.

I mean she mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend when we first met and
that they had been high school sweethearts and everything and that she loved
him but that was it.

She didn't really talk about him much after that....if at all.

An she certainly never gave any hint that she was thinking about marrying the
guy.

Then all of a sudden she tells me she's getting married AND that she is
retiring from wrestling.

Maybe it's just me but....that does sound a bit weird doesn't it?

I have to do it!

I don't know weather it is right or weather it is wrong....I don't know what
is going to happen after I have done it....I don't know weather she will hate
me for doing it....she probably will but....I just can't live with the
thought that I will spend every day after this one wondering what if and
thinking about what could have been or wishing that I had said something when
I didn't.

I have to do this!

For my sake if not for her's.

An so with my mind made up and my body washed I turn off the shower climb out
get dry and go back into the bedroom and go over to a draw open it and take
out a bra and pair of panties and put them on.

While I am doing this I am wondering weather I should wait until the service
or weather I should go and see her now before the service.

Part of me feels I should wait until the service....it will be more public
and dramatic but at least if I do it then she won't have the chance to deny
me.

Where as if I was to go to her room she could simply shut the door in my
face.

All of a sudden my thoughts are disturbed by the sound of somebody knocking
on my hotel room door.

I quickly put on my white bathrobe and walk over to the door and open it to
find the very woman that I am thinking about standing the other side of the
door looking very....well I don't know how to describe the way she looks as
far as her facial expression is concerned however whatever the word is she is
looking very it.

"Trish."

I say not sure what else to say as I stand there looking at her and she
stands the other side of the threshold looking back at me.



Trish's POV

I honest have no idea how long I have been standing here all I know is that I
really don't want to be here.

I mean this is supposed to be MY big day the day every little girl dreams
about I shouldn't be standing here outside of one of my bridesmaid's hotel
rooms I should be in my hotel room getting ready to walk down the isle. I
should be feeling so excited and nervous I want to either throw up or cry or
both.

But instead of doing that I'm here standing outside of my bridesmaids hotel
room feeling nervous for the wrong reasons I'm not nervous because I am
excited I'm nervous because I'm worried that this particular bridesmaid is
going to fuck everything up and totally ruin my big day.

An the reason why I am here right now is to try and stop her from doing that.

I honestly can't believe this is happening I honestly can't believe I am
actually here right now if you had told me a few days ago that I would be
standing outside of this hotel room with the intention of trying to save my
wedding day from being ruined I would have told you you where crazy.

But then again if you had told me a year or so ago that what has happened to
me would happen I would have told you you where crazy then too.

You know part of me wants to blame her for all of this and in a way I would
be perfectly justified to do it I mean she`s the one that told me how she
really felt about me. Then again on the other hand part of me wants to blame
Vince for this and again I would be perfectly justified to do It after all
he's the one who brought her up from OVW to RAW roughly a year ago and put me
in a storyline/feud with her.

However deep down I know I only have one person to blame for all of this and
that is me. After all it was me that suggested that me and her have fun
together and it was me that begged and pleaded with Vince to bring somebody
up from OVW for me to wrestle with because I was sick and tried of the whole
"Diva Search" nonsense that he wasn't just ramming down the fans throats but
he was forcing talented women like me and Victoria to face and if we weren't
facing them we where facing each other.

Now don't get me wrong me and Victoria are good friends and we love working
together but there's only so many times you can wrestle one and other and do
something or have something happen that the fans aren't expecting before you
run out of things to do or have happen which the fans aren't expecting and we
where pretty much scraping the bottom of the barrel when it came to shocks
and surprises for our matches.

So I went to Vince and I asked him I begged him I pleaded with him to bring
somebody from OVW up to RAW and put me in a storyline with them. I made it
clear that she had to have wrestling ability as well as be able to talk on
the mic and Vince did and that person was Mickie James.

Now I had never heard of Mickie before Vince told me that she was coming to
RAW and me and her where going to be in a storyline together so I was excited
he promised me that she could talk on the mic and that she could wrestle so I
was excited about seeing if he was right as well.

So Mickie came and we hit it of right away which is always a good thing when
your working with somebody and she told me all about the ups and downs of the
independent circuit which I had never been on so that was interesting for me.

They say that first impressions are the most important and I can honestly say
with my hand on my heart that that Mickie defiantly impressed me with her
dedication and how much she loved wrestling. I had spoken to so many of the
"Diva Search" winners and looses who had still managed to get a job here who
talked about wrestling like it was this silly little thing they did between
scenes. Mickie however talked about wrestling and her eyes would light up and
she would get this smile on her face.

I remember watching "The Stone Cold Truth" DVD and Mick Foley talk about the
first time he saw Steve Austin and knew or rather thought that he would make
it. Well up until the day I met Mickie I had never experienced that however
sitting in the cafeteria with her that day I truly believed that just like
Mick with Steve I truly believed that Mickie would or rather could make it.

I can remember Mickie telling me how much she wanted to be like me and have
as great a career as I had which was nothing new to me I mean some if not all
of the "Diva Search" winners and losers had some either the same thing or
something similar and half of them where now gone if not from the business
from the WWE however with Mickie instead of simply just being nice and
bullshitting her I decided to tell her the truth and so I told her that she
would because I really believed it I wasn't just saying it I really believed
it and it was a thrill for me to think that I would be helping this potential
female superstar begin the climb towards the level that I was at.

I don't know why exacterly why but for some reason I spent all of my time
with Mickie not just when we where onscreen or at house shows but I am
talking about practically 7 days a week 24 hours a day and it wasn't because
Vince or one of the backstage guys had said

"Hey look can you look after this girl for us."

Or because she would follow me around like a lost puppy.

If anything I dare say it was because I wanted her to follow me around I
would call her up and ask

her or text her and ask her what she was doing and when she told me nothing I
would always take advantage of that and ask her if she wanted to spend the
day with me.

An she always jumped at the chance.

I'm sure some of the other divas backstage who saw us together a lot of the
time figured that Mickie was following me around like I said like a lost
puppy and thought that the only reason she was doing it was to further her
career however I can say with a fair amount of certainty that that was now it
at all.

The reason she spent so much time with me I believe or rather I like to think
was because she enjoyed spending time with me.

An I think it is also safe to say that me and Mickie quickly became best
friends I would be willing to go out on a limb and say that Mickie became a
better friend to me than Lita ever was especially at that time because after
the whole Edge/Lita/Matt story blew over she spent all of her free time with
Edge and she hardly ever changed with me or any of the other girls let alone
spent any time with us outside of work.

Life for me at this point in time was pretty sweet I was no longer wrestling
talent less nobodies who had either been given a job in the company out of
pity because they had been voted off of the "diva search" or because they had
degraded themselves on TV enough to win the "diva search"

I was once again working with somebody who had the same passion and desire
guts determination to excel at what she had chosen to do with her life not
only that but I also had a great friend that I could tell anything to and
visa versa I guess you could say that I had a lot of good things going on in
my life. An what is that old saying about how all good things must come to an
end.

Well the good things in my life started to come to an end when Vince decided
that he wanted mine and Mickie's storyline to take on a "lesbian" twist and
he had us kiss on TV and that was it my life would never nor has it been the
same since that kiss.

I remember how both she and I tried to talk to one and other after the scene
was over and we both acted like nothing had happened but as much as we both
tried to hide it our friendship had been irreversibly altered.

Eventually the tension between us got so bad that I purposely avoided her for
a while I thought that if I stayed away from her then my life would go back
to normal but something happened which had never happened to me before up
until that moment and that is that I started to think about her I started to
wonder what she was doing when I wasn't around and I missed her I missed
talking to her I missed spending time with her I missed having a laugh with
her basically I missed my friend.

However despite how much I missed her I didn't want there to be tension
between us so I decided that we needed to talk about the kiss get everything
out into the open and clear the air it was the most obvious thing to do and
yet for some reason neither one of us had been willing or able to do it.

An now I know why she couldn't do it because when we talked me that kissing
me had changed her and the way she felt about me and that now she saw me as
more than just a friend an that she had started to think about me and to
dream about me in a sexual way.

Obviously when I heard this I was shocked and surprised and I expected to be
horrified because I'd never thought about any of the other divas in a sexual
way and I didn't think of her in that way neither.

She went on to tell me that she had never felt like this before and that if I
didn't feel the same way that was cool she just wanted to be honest with me
and hoped if I didn't feel the same way we could still be friends because she
really valued my friendship and didn't want to lose me as a friend.

It took me a little while to get my head around what she had just told me I
don't know why I was shocked but I was I was looking back on it now thought I
realise why there was tension between us I mean if she hadn't felt the way
she did after that kiss there wouldn't have been any tension between us we
would have both simply chalked it up as us trying to prove to Vince that
we're both willing to do anything for the company.

Well maybe not so much me trying to prove that I am willing to do anything
for the company because I personally feel I have done that on more than one
occasion maybe Vince was testing Mickie to see if she would be willing to do
it.

Once I eventually got my head around what she'd told me I had intend on
telling her what I had planned on telling her from the start but for some
reason and to this day I don't know why I did this but for some reason
instead of telling her the truth I told her that I felt the same way about
her as she did about me.

So basically I lied to her and I don't know why I did but I did.

Mickie then asked me where we went from there and as if what I had already
told her wasn't bad enough I then went on to ask her if she wanted to kiss me
and when she said yes I let her.

The really funny thing about that is that I have never wondered why said what
I did about feeling the same as she did and why I asked her if she wanted to
kiss me and when she said yes why I let her. I have never wondered about that
until right now.

An I still don't know why I did it but I did and from that day on me and
Mickie started to have I guess you could call it "fun"

It wasn't sex because I don`t like to think of myself as having sex with a
person and it wasn't love because I`m not gay and at that time I didn`t think
she was gay and although Mickie is an attractive woman I have never really
looked at her in that way. So I guess you could call it two women
experimenting with one and other just to see what it is like.

An I made it very clear right from the start that just because we where
having fun it didn't mean anything had to change and she agreed and I didn`t
think anything would change but had I known then what I know now I would
never have gotten involved in having "fun" or experimenting with her because
I would have known that what happened next was going to happen.

An what happened next was Mickie told me that she was gay that she was a
lesbian and that she preferred women and that she valued our friendship but
that she didn't want to lie to me or herself any more and she told me that
the truth was she wanted me and that she loved me.

Now I wasn't disgusted that she had come out to me that she had told me she
was a lesbian sure I was surprised I mean here's my best friend who I've
known for months who I thought liked men and we shared a kiss which I thought
made her curious about being with another woman and maybe that was why I said
what I said and agreed for us to start experimenting with one and other in
order to help her satisfy her curiosity However the next thing I know instead
of her telling me that her curiosity has been satisfied which if I'm honest I
never expected her to say she tells me that she really prefers women and that
she wants me and that she loves me.

I didn't want to hear that.

I was happy.

I was happier than I ever remember being in my life.

I had a man who was waiting for me whenever I came off the road who loved me
who was sweet and caring and compassionate and that Mickie knew about and I
had a friend on the road who like I said I could once again confide in and
have all sorts of wonderful carefree fun with and who knew that that was all
it, was carefree fun. An my life could still be the way it was if my so
called friend hadn't opened her mouth and ruined everything.

An the worst part is I should've seen it coming whenever we were having fun
or experimenting with one and other or whatever you want to call it Mickie
would always be the one to go above and beyond to make sure I enjoyed myself.
In fact the only thing I ever did for Mickie was kiss her but she said that
was ok, that she just enjoyed making me happy. An the things she did to
me....as Steve Austin would say the bottom line is that Mickie had lied to
me.

An that is what hurt is the fact that we had been friends for months and that
we had been
experimenting with one and other for months and never once did she ever say
anything or do anything which made me think or believe or even wonder weather
or not she was or could have been a lesbian.

I mean ok she never said she was straight but she never confessed to being
gay until three months after we had started to experiment and we had had all
sorts of conversations in which she could have at the very least hinted to
the possibility that she could have been gay but she never did she always
made me think or rather believe that she was straight.

Like that time we were talking about the kiss and she said that "she'd never
felt like this before"

I thought she meant that she had never been attracted to another woman before
not that she had never felt like she actually had a shot of getting into my
pants before.

Hell I think I would be justified to say that Mickie actually tricked me into
bed with her or that she got me into bed under false pretences.

Even after hearing it even after having heard her say the words I thought she
was joking but when I looked into her eyes as she had taught me I knew she
was not lying and that she was telling the truth.

She told me about a month after we became friends that you can always tell
when a person is lying to you by looking them in the eye and she was right
she also said you can also tell when a person is telling you the truth by
looking them in the eye.

An I looked her in the eye and she was telling the truth.

Once she had finished saying what she had to say I yelled at her and I
screamed at her and I basically told her what I had tired to tell her in the
beginning when we first started experimenting and that was that I didn't want
her I added by saying that I wasn`t gay once I had said my piece I picked up
my stuff and storming out.

Now I understand that when we first met Mickie could come out and say.

"Oh just so you know I'm gay or I'm a lesbian"

But before the kiss onscreen we had been friends for three months surely in
that time I had earned her trust enough to the point where she could tell me
that she was a lesbian or gay but she didn't she lied to me everything she
ever told me was a lie. I mean we were supposed to be friends. Why didn't she
tell me she was gay? I don't have a problem with gay people. I'm not gay
myself but I don't have a problem with anyone who is.

Once I had had enough time to think things over I decided that we once again
needed to talk and so once again I met with her on neutral ground and I was
told her I could appreciate how she felt but it didn't change the fact that I
was not gay and that I didn't have the same feelings for her as she did for
me.

An then I said that if she could accept that we could still have fun together
but that's all it would be fun and it would never mean anything more to me
than that.

Why did I say that?

Truthfully.

I don't know.

But she agreed and once again I thought that that was gonna be the end of it
that my life would go back to the way it was but it didn't.

Every time we were having fun together I would always catch her looking at me
in a certain way which unnerved me. She looked at me like that all the time
before but now I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what it meant. It meant she
was in love with me.

However she wasn't in love with me she was in love with my body not the real
me.

An it wasn't just the looks.

The things she did to me seemed different. I enjoyed them but every time she
would touch me I couldn't stop wondering what she was thinking if she thought
maybe she could turn me make me a lesbian make me fall in love with her make
me have feelings for her that I didn't have that I would never have because
no matter what she did or said I would never love her and I would never be
what she was and is.

An then my boyfriend Ron asked me to marry him.

He had asked before. He had been asking for years. He wanted to marry me, to
take me away from my stressful life but I had always declined because I
didn't want to leave it. But things had changed I did want to leave the
company and the business not because of the reasons I gave which where
because my body was sore and tired from travelling all over the world for 6
years.

I mean that was true but it wasn't the real truth or reason I wanted out and
I accepted his marriage proposal the real reason I wanted out and I accepted
his marriage proposal was I would no longer have to see or be anywhere near
her.

I just couldn't stand it any more the looks she would give me the thoughts I
would have when we done stuff together and even when we didn`t do stuff
together I still had the same thoughts.

My last night in the company me and Mickie got together for what I had
intended to be the last time however when she asked me if that night was our
last night together I told her no.

I told her that we could still have fun when she was in town and the reason
why I told her this was because I thought maybe given time and taking into
consideration how rarely the WWE would be in Toronto her feelings for me
would eventually die.

Up until a few days ago I thought that however it was during the dress
rehearsal that I knew that Mickie's feelings for me would never die.

An so here I am.

Standing in front of her hotel room trying to get up the courage to knock on
the door and basically tell her that our fun is over and that unless she can
accept us just being friends so is our friendship.

Ok.

Here goes nothing.

I reach up and knock on the hotel room door.

After what seems like an eternity the door opens to reveal Mickie standing
the other side of the door wearing a white bathrobe.

"Trish."

She says sounding surprised to see me.

"Mickie."

I say giving her a nod.

"What are you doing here?"

Mickie asks.

"Why aren't you in your hotel room getting ready for you big day?"

She adds.

I simply look at her and feel like telling her the truth however I manage to
hold my tongue and instead of telling her the truth I say.

"I wanted to talk to you for a second Can I come in?"

"Sure,"

Mickie says in response stepping out of the way and allowing me to walk in.

Which I do once I am inside I turn around and watch as Mickie closes the door
causing me to feel trapped alone in this hotel room with her.

I swallow hard pushing my fear to the back of my mind.

"Mickie..........I've really liked having you as a friend and I've
enjoyed..........having fun with you..........however I can't have fun with
you any more."

I say swallowing hard again as I keep my eyes locked on Mickie.

For a moment I see a hint of emotion however that quickly disappears and is
replaced by an emotionless look.

"I mean we can see a movie have a drink together or something when you're in
town but we can't have fun any more."

I add after a moment of neither of us saying anything.

"Oh."

Mickie says sounding as though she doesn't care.

"Do you understand what I have just told you?"

I ask her not wanting her to think that she can do or say something that will
or is going to make me change my mind.

Mickie stares back at me

"I understand."

She says her voice cracking slightly causing me to swallow hard again.

"Good."

I say feeling confident that she won't try anything and that she isn't going
to say anything to try and get me to change my mind.

"In that case the wedding starts at 2. I would like for everybody to be at
the church an hour before that"

I add.

"No problem."

Mickie says softly.

"You got your bridesmaids dress ok?"

I say keeping our conversation focused on the wedding and nothing else due to
that having been dealt with as far as I am concerned and Mickie doesn`t seem
to be interested in arguing I`m happy to say.

"Yes."

Mickie says with a with a small obviously forced smile.

"It was waiting for me in here when I first arrived."

She adds.

"Thanks."

She then says.

"No problem."

I say.

"The dress is all paid for as is the room."

I then say.

"So feel free to raid the mini bar."

I add.

"Thank you."

Mickie says sounding as though she wants me to get out of her hotel room and
I decide that it is probably best that I leave especially since I have a
wedding to get ready for.

"Well I'll just be going then. Big day. I don't want to keep Ron waiting."

I say as I head for the door keeping my eyes on Mickie just in case she tries
to stop me from leaving for some reason however she doesn't she simply
watches me as I walk up to the door and put my handle on the door knob.

I am just about to turn it when Mickie suddenly says.

"I don't mean to keep you on your big day and all Trish but can I ask you
something?"

I stop and slowly turn and face her.

"Go ahead."

"What was this to you?"

She asks me.

"I mean, part of me believes you when you say it was just a bit of fun and
yet another part of me......... I don't know..........I guess I need to know
for sure exactly what this was."

Mickie says watching me like a hawk the exact same way that I am watching
her.

I take a deep breath and decide that if I really must say it then I will if
that will stop her from ruining my big day or trying to turn me or anything
like that.

"It was nothing I tell her. It meant nothing to me. It was exactly what I
said it was. It was just a bit of fun. Nothing more and nothing less."

I say swallowing hard once again.

"So you didn't feel anything for me at all?"

Mickie asks.

"If you mean did I love you the way you claim to love me then no. I didn't
feel anything for you in that sense."

I tell her.

"What do you mean that that I claim to love you?"

Mickie then asks me.

"I do love you Trish."

"Don't Mickie."

I say now starting to get angry.

"Don't what?"

Mickie asks me.

"Don't bullshit me."

I tell her.

"I'm not."

Mickie tells me now starting to get just as angry as I am.

"Yes you are."

I tell her.

"No I am not you say what we did means nothing to you that it MEANT nothing
to you.....well it meant something to me."

Mickie says showing the first real emotion I have seen her displace since I
entered her hotel room.

"Is that supposed to be my fault?"

I ask her.

"I told you how I felt. I told you this would never be more than fun to me."

I add.

"I know but that doesn`t change the fact that I still love you..........and
if you think there's even the smallest chance that you might love me back
then please don't go through with this."

By this time I have had enough.

"First of all you don't love me!"

I snap at her.

"Secondly why wouldn't I want to go through with this? I'm marrying the man I
love with all of my heart and soul."

I tell her determined to make her believe me.

"You're marrying a man you've barely spoken about since I met you."

Mickie snaps back.

"An don't you dare tell me who I can and cannot love!"

She adds.

"I talk about Ron all the time!"

I yell at her.

"An you don't love me Mickie, you love my body that is what you have been
doing for the past countless months you have simply been making love to my
body not me. Not the real me."

I add.

"Exactly when did you talk about Ron Trish? Because I sure as hell don't
remember you bringing him up much and we talked about everything we shared
everything, and as for me not being in love with the real you I've got news
for you Patricia I've seen you first thing in the morning hung over with last
nights make up smeared all over your face I've listened to your every problem
I've taken care of you when you were sick I've seen the best and worst of you
and it's only made me more in love with you. I liked you before I was
attracted to you. I know the real you."

Mickie snaps back at me.

I smile an evil smile at her.

"Ok I will admit you have done all of those things."

I tell her in a much calmer tone of voice.

"You have seen me first thing in the morning you have listened to my problems
you have taken care of you when I was sick and yes maybe you have seen me at
my best and my worst. But that doesn't prove anything Ron has done all of
those things too. An there is another major difference between when I am with
him and when I am with you."

I add.

Mickie looks at me.

"An what exacterly is that major difference?"

Mickie asks me her tone now also a lot more quieter.

"When I am with him SEXUALLY I am with him completely mind body and soul.
When he makes love to me I make love to him and when he is making love to me
or I am making love to him I am thinking about him and nobody and nothing
else matters.

Where as with you Mickie I never made love to you I simply allowed you to
make love to my body. When I was with you I wasn't with you mind body and
soul I was simply with you in body and when you made love to my body I wasn't
thinking about you and nobody or nothing else in point of fact I was thinking
about everything but you. Like I said you where simply a way for me to get
release."

Mickie doesn't say anything for a few minutes she simply looks at me with an
unreadable expression still on her face.

I take this as a sign that our conversation/argument is over and so I turn
around and put my hand on the door knob and I am about to turn it when I hear
Mickie say.

"How many times did you cum last time Trish? Wasn't it a new record for us or
something?"

Mickie asks.

"How many times does or has Ron made you cum?"

Mickie then asks

"As much as me? Has he managed to break our record yet?"

She adds again.

I turn around and look at Mickie and slowly start to smile at her.

"You really are pathetic."

I tell her.

"Just because you made me cum you think that means that you love me or that
you know me?"

I ask her.

"All that proves Mickie is that you're good in bed. However I am sure any
number of the other divas even the diva search winners and losers could prove
or rather show me just how good in bed they are if I was to give them the
chance or rather had I given them the chance hell I`m sure there are quite a
few RAW superstars that would have jumped at the chance to prove how good
they are in the sack if I had given them the chance. An as far as the record
goes I`m sure me and Ron can break that while we`re on our honeymoon."

Mickie looks at me and I look back at her.

Now I know for sure that our conversation/argument is over an with that I
turn around open the door walk out.

"Don't bother coming to the wedding Mickie."

I say as I leave her hotel room.

"Your no longer welcome."

An with that I slam her door shut behind me.



Mickie's POV

"Mickie."

Trish says nodding her head.

"What are you doing here?"

I ask her

"Why aren't you in your hotel room getting ready for you big day?"

I add genuinely and honestly surprised that she is standing here.

Trish looks at me with an expression on her face that immediately makes me
nervous.

"I wanted to talk to you for a second."

She says in the most emotionless tone of voice I have ever heard her use.

"Can I come in?"

She adds.

"Sure,"

I say stepping out of the way and allowing her into my hotel room.

Once she is in my hotel room I close the door and turn around to face her.

"Mickie..........I've really liked having you as a friend and I've
enjoyed..........having fun with you..........however I can't have fun with
you any more."

Trish says as she keeps her eyes locked with mine.

I swallow hard doing my best to maintain control over my emotions as I
continue to stare back at her.

"I mean we can see a movie have a drink together or something when you're in
town but we can't have fun any more."

Trish says for some reason evidently feeling the need to clarify what she is
referring to when I understood what she meant the moment she said it.

"Oh."

I say acting as though I realise what she is referring to.

"Do you understand what I have just told you?"

Trish then asks me.

"I understand."

I say looking directly at Trish.

"Good."

Trish says sounding I dare say happy.

"In that case the wedding starts at 2."

Trish says sounding totally normal as if what she has just told me is
something you tell a person everyday or something.

"I would like for everybody to be at the church an hour before that."

She adds.

"No problem."

I say managing to maintain control over my emotions even though I want to
snap verbally snap at her.

"You got your bridesmaids dress ok?"

Trish asks me.

"Yes."

I say forcing myself to smile despite the fact I no longer want to wear the
bridesmaid's dress or go to this wedding due me having no doubt in my mind
that it is somehow due to this wedding that Trish is ending our "fun"
together.

"It was waiting for me in here when I first arrived."

I add doing my best to keep my tone as soft and as sweet as possible.

"Thanks."

I add again.

"No problem."

Trish says.

"The dress is all paid for as is the room."

She adds.

"So feel free to raid the mini bar."

She adds again.

"I think I might just do that."

My brain says.

"Thank you."

I say to her starting to find it a struggle to maintain my soft and sweet
tone of voice when what I really want to do is tell her to get out and leave
me a lone.

"Well I'll just be going then. Big day. I don't want to keep Ron waiting."

Trish says as she as quickly as she can makes her way past me and over to the
hotel room door.

"I don't mean to keep you on your big day and all Trish but can I ask you
something?"

I say no longer able to hold back.

Trish stops when she reaches the door and slowly turns around to face me.

"Go ahead."

She says.

"What was this to you?"

I ask her still doing my best to maintain control over my emotions however it
is becoming a losing battle in the sense that my control is losing and my
emotions are wining.

"I mean part of me believes you when you say it was just a bit of fun and yet
another part of me......."

I pause trying to think of the best way to say what I want to say.

"I don't know."

I tell her honestly.

"I guess I need to know for sure exactly what this was."

I add watching her intently.

"It was nothing."

Trish says looking directly at me.

As soon as I hear her say this I literally feel my heart break.

"It meant nothing to me."

Trish adds.

"It was exactly what I said it was. It was just a bit of fun. Nothing more
and nothing less."

She adds again her voice totally devoid of any emotion.

I swallow hard feeling tears welling behind my eyes.

"So you didn't feel anything for me at all?"

I ask her.

"If you mean did I love you the way you claim to love me then no. I didn't
feel anything for you in that sense."

Trish says to me.

"What do you mean that that I claim to love you?"

I ask her letting a hint of anger slip into my tone of voice.

"I do love you Trish."

I add.

"Don't Mickie."

Trish says now sounding as if she is starting to get angry at me which I find
shocking I mean what the hell has she got to get angry about? She isn't the
one who's heart has just been ripped apart.

"Don't what?"

I ask her.

"Don't bullshit me."

Trish says.

"I'm not."

I say letting more and more anger enter my tone of voice.

"Yes you are."

Trish snaps doing the same thing letting more and more anger enter her tone
of voice as well.

"No I am not you say what we did means nothing to you that it MEANT nothing
to you.....well it meant something to me."

I say pausing halfway through due to me needing to swallow hard.

"Is that supposed to be my fault?"

Trish asks me.

"I told you how I felt. I told you this would never be more than fun to me."

She adds.

"I know but that doesn`t change the fact that I still love you."

I tell her back.

"An if you think there's even the smallest chance that you might love me back
then please don't go through with this."

I add having not intended to show my cards so to speak however since she has
just ripped my heart out I don't feel or see that I have anything left to
loose.

"First of all you don't love me!"

Trish snaps.

"Secondly why wouldn't I want to go through with this? I'm marrying the man I
love with all of my heart and soul."

She adds.

"You're marrying a man you've barely spoken about since I met you."

I snap back.

"An don't you dare tell me who I can and cannot love!"

I add.

"I talk about Ron all the time!"

Trish yells at me.

"An you don't love me Mickie you love my body that is what you have been
doing for the past countless months you have simply been making love to my
body not me. Not the real me."

She adds.

"Exactly when did you talk about Ron Trish?"

I ask her.

"Because I sure as hell don't remember you bringing him up much and we talked
about everything we shared everything and as for me not being in love with
the real you I've got news for you Patricia."

I say deciding to use her real name due to the fact I know how much she hates
people calling her it.

"I've seen you first thing in the morning hung over with last nights make up
smeared all over your face. I've listened to your every problem. I've taken
care of you when you were sick I've seen the best and worst of you and it's
only made me more in love with you."

I tell her speaking from the heart.

"I liked you before I was attracted to you. I know the real you."

I finish off by saying.

Trish smiles at me the same way she smiled at Chris Jericho just before she
went backstage at Wrestlemania 20

"Ok I will admit you have done all of those things."

She says to me in a much calmer tone which makes me even more nervous.

"You have seen me first thing in the morning you have listened to my problems
you have taken care of you when I was sick and yes maybe you have seen me at
my best and my worst. But that doesn't prove anything."

She says sounding as if she is almost enjoying this.

"Ron has done all of those things too. An there is another major difference
between when I am with him and when I am with you."

She adds.

I simply look at her.

"An what exacterly is that major difference?"

I ask her in a calmer tone of voice due to the fact I have a feeling I know
what she is going to say.

"When I am with him SEXUALLY."

Trish says putting as much emphasis on the word "Sexually" as she can
evidently in an attempt to hurt me.

"S I am with him completely mind body and soul. When he makes love to me I
make love to him and when he is making love to me or I am making love to him
I am thinking about him and nobody and nothing else matters."

She adds.

"Where as with you Mickie I never made love to you I simply allowed you to
make love to my body. When I was with you I wasn't with you mind body and
soul I was simply with you in body and when you made love to my body I wasn't
thinking about you and nobody or nothing else in point of fact I was thinking
about everything but you. Like I said you where simply a way for me to get
release."

Now more than ever the tears want to run free however by some miracle I
manage to hold them at bay maybe it's due to the fact that I don't want to
give this bitch who used to be my best friend the satisfaction of seeing me
cry.

Trish watches me for a few minutes almost as if she is expecting me to break
down into tears and when I don't she turns around and I see her put a hand on
the door knob.

"Don`t let her have the last word!"

My brain snaps.

"How many times did you cum last time Trish?"

I ask her my mouth moving without the aid of my brain.

"Wasn't it a new record for us or something?"

I add and ask at the same time.

"How many times does or has Ron made you cum?"

I ask.

"As much as me?"

I add and ask again.

"Has he managed to break our record yet?"

I then ask her despite my mouth and maybe my heart running away without the
aid of my brain I can't help but like what I am saying. What I am reminding
Trish of the fact that I have given her release a lot of times and that I
really do doubt that as good as Ron maybe in bed he has been able to satisfy
her the way I have been. Hell with me she has been on the verge of passing
out. Can she honestly tell me that Ron has managed to satisfy her to that
extent.

I doubt it.

I watch as Trish slowly turns back around and once again faces me with a
smile on her face.

"You really are pathetic."

She says.

"Just because you made me cum you think that means that you love me or that
you know me?"

She then asks.

"I do know you."

My brain says however I manage to stop myself from verbally saying it.

"All that proves Mickie."

Trish says bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Is that you're good in bed."

She adds.

"However I am sure any number of the other divas even the diva search winners
and losers could prove or rather show me just how good in bed they are if I
was to give them the chance or rather had I given them the chance."

Trish says once again evidently trying to hurt me by bringing in the diva
search winners and losers due to the fact she knows that I know how much she
hates the diva search winners and losers being in the WWE.

"Hell I`m sure there are quite a few RAW superstars that would have jumped at
the chance to prove how good they are in the sack if I had given them the
chance."

Trish says once again bringing me out of my thoughts.

"An as far as the record goes I`m sure me and Ron can break that while we`re
on our honeymoon."

At this point the only thing I really want to do is kill the woman standing a
short distance in front of me due to how much she has hurt me however I
manage to control my anger and my desire to fly or rather run across the room
spear her to the floor and let out all of the feelings that I am forcing
myself to hold in as I beat her black and blue.

Trish turns back around to face the door opens it and begins to walk out.

"Don't bother coming to the wedding Mickie."

She says as she walks out.

"You're no longer welcome."

She adds and with that she slams the bedroom door shut behind herself.

After a moment of simply staring at the now closed hotel room door I slowly
look around me and then let all of the emotions that I have been holding in
out by screaming at the top of my voice.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

An with my emotions finally out in the open I don't think I simply act
allowing my emotions specifically my anger rage and hate towards Trish and
what she has said and done to take over as I run over to the wardrobe open
the wardrobe door pull out the bridesmaids dress take it off of the coat
hanger it is hanging on and tear it to pieces imagining that it is Trish's
that I am tearing from her body due to her having made me so angry.

I then turn around and see the mini-bar and remember what Trish said.

"Feel free to raid the mini bar."

My brain mentally reminds me.

"The dress is all paid for as is the room."

My brain also reminds me which causes me to smile due to me now knowing
exacterly how I am going to get back at Trish Stratus.

First I will drink whatever is in the mini-bar and then I will totally trash
this hotel room seeing as how I have already destroyed the bridesmaid`s dress
she was oh so good enough to buy for me.

With this in mind I head over to the mini bar open it up and look inside.

After a minute of looking in the mini-bar and seeing what it has to offer I
take out all of the bottles of Vodka Brandy Bacardi Gin and Whisky and carry
them over and drop them on the bed I then climb onto the bed and sit with my
legs stretched out and my back against the headboard as I open up the first
bottle of vodka and down it in one go and move on to the next.

It isn`t long despite there being 4 bottles of each it doesn`t take me long
to get through all of them all four bottles of vodka Brandy Bacardi Gin and
Whisky and by the time I have gotten through them all my anger has completely
disappeared I am now sitting here a little bit drunk thinking about
everything that has just happened and everything that me and Trish just said
to one and other.

The first thing I remember very clearly is the last thing Trish said to me
before she left. How she told me not to bother going to the wedding due to me
no longer being welcome.

An as I look over at the bridesmaid`s dress which is now in tatters on the
floor I can`t help but smile due to me having made sure that I can`t go to
the wedding even if I wanted to.

"Which I don`t!"

I say aloud to myself.

I then start to think back to the start of the conversation.

How Trish said she wanted to talk to me and how almost immediately a whole
host of thoughts ran through my head as to what she could want to talk to me
about.

Maybe she was getting cold feet.

Maybe she didn`t want to go through with it.

Etc.

I think it is safe to say that what she wanted to talk to me about was
nowhere on the list of possible reasons for her to want to talk to me.

For some reason today when Trish referred to what we had been doing as "fun"
it made me angry. I mean she had always referred to what we did as "fun" and
I did always wish that she would call it what it was either us making love
and if she couldn't or wouldn't call it that she at the very least could have
called it us having sex or fucking anything was better than her always
referring to it as having "fun"

Despite in the past having got angry about her calling it us having "fun" I
was always able to tolerate it.

However today from the very first time she referred to it as us having "fun"
I hated it and I wanted to say to her.

"We weren't having fun Trish we where fucking we where having sex we where
screwing each other's brains out."

I just wanted her to refer to it in some way other than how she always
referred to it.

An when she said we couldn't have "fun" anymore I wasn't that surprised.

I think apart of me had always expected or knew that it would end eventually
however I do admit that I didn't expect it to end today. I thought maybe
after a few visits I guess you could call them we'd end it then.

"Boy was I wrong."

I once again say aloud to myself.

What really hurt me more than her referring to what we did as "fun" was when
she went straight from telling me we couldn`t be together anymore to telling
me what time the wedding was it was like.

"Right now that`s sorted back to business."

It was like it didn`t mean anything to her.

"I guess it didn`t."

I say aloud to myself smirking at the fact that that is exacterly what she
told me.

I also remember her telling me that she had paid for the room and for the
dress.

Now the room I wasn`t surprised she had paid for it. However I was surprised
she had bought the dress as I was also surprised when I first saw it hanging
up on the door knob of the wardrobe with a note from Trish saying.

"I hope you like it and I hope it fits."

I have to admit I did want to try it on right then and there however for some
reason I decided to wait until today and now no thanks to Trish ironically
I`ll never know if it fit one thing is for sure I sure did like it.

After a while my thoughts slowly go from the now totally destroyed
bridesmaid's dress to the next thing that Trish said to me.

"Well I'll just be going then. Big day. I don't want to keep Ron waiting."

I don't know why Trish said this.

I mean maybe I'm just reading to much into it but it was almost as if she was
looking for a reason to leave or trying to find an excuse to leave. Like I
said I'm probably reading to much into it.

Looking back on what I said next I can't deny that there is a small part of
me that wishes that I hadn't said what I did.

The reason I feel that way is because if I hadn't said what I did then I
would still be going to the wedding I don't know why that is important to me
maybe it is because I want to see Trish happy maybe it's because I want to
see her in her wedding dress maybe it's because I want to torture myself.

However despite a small part of me wishing I hadn't said what I did a larger
part of me can't help but be happy that I said what I did or rather that I
asked what I did because at least now I know the truth.

One thing that really pissed me off was when Trish said that she didn`t love
me the way I claimed to love her.

An the thing that pissed me off wasn`t the fact that she didn't love me the
way I did and if I am honest deep down still do love her it was how she said
that I "claimed" to love her.

In short she was calling me a liar by saying that I claimed to love her and
then she asked me if my falling in love with her was her fault despite the
fact that I had never said anything to make her think that I was blaming her
or that I did blame her.

It isn`t her fault I fell in love with her at the same time I don`t think I
can really blame myself for the way I feel I mean it isn`t like I just woke
up one morning and said to myself.

"Hey I think I`ll be in love with Trish from now on."

I don`t know why exacterly I said or rather asked her that if there was any
chance she might love me back not to go through with the wedding because she
had just said she didn`t love me so in a way I knew that she was still going
to go through with the wedding.

I guess maybe I was trying to show her my cards or rather reveal my
intentions as far as the wedding was concerned without coming right out and
saying.

"I`m going to try and stop this wedding from happening."

I can't believe Trish actually said that she talked about Ron all of the
time.

I mean she never talked about him the only time she ever talked about him was
when I asked her if she was seeing anybody when we first met that very first
day and she said and I quote.

"Yeah I'm dating a guy called Ron he was my high school sweetheart we've
known each other for years."

The next thing I asked her was how the relationship was and she told me that
it was fine and everything and that was pretty much it.

His name was never ever mentioned again.

She never talked about what they did together on the days that she got off
the road.

She never said that she had seen him during her days off.

She never interjected him into a conversation for example she never said.

"Ron once did this."

Or

"Ron once said this."

Even when she was engaged she never brought him up in conversation funny
thing is she didn't tell me she was engaged I had to hear about it from the
girls in the locker room.

Apparently one of them I think it was Amy aka Lita had seen Trish wearing her
engagement ring and Trish had confessed to her that Ron had asked her to
marry him and she had said yes.

As soon as I heard this I went looking for Trish and I actually assaulted her
in the sense that I grabbed her hands and looked for the engagement ring
which she wasn`t wearing at the time so I asked her where it was and she
asked me where what was and I told her and she asked me how I knew about that
I told her and I asked her if it was true and she admitted that it was and
then she told me why she hadn`t told me first.

Apparently the reason she hadn`t told me was because she wanted to find the
right time.

It`s funny how Lita managed to catch Trish wearing her engagement ring and
yet all the times I saw Trish up until the day that Lita blabbed about the
engagement ring I never saw Trish wear it.

An even funnier thing is how I was the first person to find out that she was
retiring from wrestling as if finding out that she was getting married wasn`t
enough of a shock she also told me the same day in fact almost as soon as she
had confessed to getting married/engaged she then told me that she was also
retiring from wrestling.

Despite telling me both of these things Trish still didn't mention Ron.

I mean she didn't tell me how he proposed to her she didn't tell me if he was
happy about her retiring she didn't tell me anything about how he was feeling
etc.

It`s weird how I was supposed to be her best friend or at the very least I
thought I was her best friend and yet I had to find out from her former best
friend Lita that she was getting married.

I guess I didn`t know the real Trish after all.

Hell maybe I didn`t know Trish period I just thought I did.

It felt like the real her though. I'm not just talking about physically I
mean it felt as though it was the real Trish when she would talk to me and
tell me stuff she didn't tell anybody else heck she told me stuff that she
hadn't even told Lita at least she said she hadn't told Lita some of the
stuff that she told me.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Weather it was the real her or not. Weather what she told me really was stuff
she hadn't told anybody else or not.

I don't want to think that it was all an act.

I mean it couldn't have been could it?

What did she have to gain from it if it was all an act?

I don`t know exacterly what she had to gain from acting if it all really was
an act however I can`t help wondering maybe it was.

I mean looking back on the argument we had it was almost as if I was trying
to stop myself from believing the truth that everything I thought was real
wasn`t.

Maybe the real Trish Stratus wasn`t the woman I met almost a year ago or the
woman I have spent the last god knows how many months with but maybe she was
the woman I argued with a short time ago.

As this thought slowly sinks in I can't help but feel tears run down both
sides of my cheeks and I don't try to stop them I just let them run until
eventually I fall asleep due the drink as well as everything else that has
happened this morning.

The next thing I know my eyes are open and I can hear a knocking on my hotel
room door I roll over and look at my bedside clock and when I see the time I
can't help but smirk due to it being 3:30pm.

"I hope Trish is happy."

I say due to the fact that I have missed the wedding for sure due to her
having said it starts at 2pm and normally a wedding lasts an hour which means
that Trish is now Patricia Ann....whatever Ron's surname is.

Huh that's another thing she never told me.

Once again there is a knocking on the hotel room door and I slowly and rather
groggily get off of the bed and walk over to the door and open it.

However the moment I see who is there my grogginess goes and I am fully awake
at least I think I am awake due to the fact that the person standing opposite
me can't or rather shouldn't be standing opposite me. She should be either at
the reception or on her honeymoon and yet here she is standing directly
opposite me wearing her wedding dress

I swallow hard and somehow manage to utter the word.

"Trish!?"



Trish's POV

"Trish."

Knock. Knock.

That's the third or fourth time I've heard my name being called and the
seventh or eighth time I've heard a knocking on my door.

"Trish.......... it's Lillian.......... are you there?"

I had known Lillian for years. She was my best friend and maid of honour, and
yet for some reason I hadn't recognised her voice until now.

"I'm here." I finally replied.

"Ok.......... can I come in?"

I actually thought about this for a moment.

"Sure, why not."

Lillian walked in, giving me a small smile before closing the door behind
her, walking over to me and sitting down next to me. She didn't say anything
at first. I think she was waiting for me to say something but I'm honestly
not sure what to say.

It's 2:30.

I was supposed to leave this room 30 minutes ago but I haven't moved from the
spot for hours.

I came straight from seeing Mickie and immediately got into my wedding dress.
I then sat down here to do my makeup and then when I was done I just didn't
move. I just ended up staring at my own reflection, the events of not just
today, not just this past year, but of my entire life flashing before my
eyes.

And I'm not even sure why. I'm not even sure why I haven't just gotten out of
the seat, gone to my wedding and moved on with my life. My heads just so full
of noise right now I can barely make out anything. I'm surprised I even heard
Lillian's voice earlier.

Suddenly I'm awoken from my thoughts by the feeling of a hand on my arm. It
startles me and I turned to look at my long-time friend who immediately
removes her hand.

"I said are you ok?" Lillian said, with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm fine, why do you ask." I reply, quickly realising how stupid that
sounds.

"Well it's just that.......... people are waiting.......... and you weren't
responding before.......... and a second ago I asked you if you were ok and
you just stared blankly into the mirror."

"I was just thinking to myself, I'm sorry if I'm holding everyone up, I'll be
out in a minute ok." I said quickly in a voice which didn't even convince
myself.

"Are you sure.........." Lillian started to say before I cut her off.

"I said I was just thinking to myself and I'll be out in a minute." I said a
lot more firmly.

Lillian paused for a second before she said something which both shocked and
baffled me, "Do you want me to call Mickie?"

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Mickie James.......... you know.......... your best friend.......... do you
want me to call her?" Lillian said, reaching into her handbag and pulling out
her mobile phone, "I haven't seen her yet but I'm sure she's around here
somewhere, I mean after all it is your wedding. I'm sure I have her number
here somewhere.........."

"Don't call her." I snapped.

"Ok.......... do you want me to go look for her?"

"No, I don't want to see her."

"Ok.......... sorry.........."

"No.......... Lillian I'm sorry.......... it's just that.........."

"Trish."

I suddenly turn around to see my Dad.

I didn't even hear the door open.

"Trish, honey, are you ok?"

"I'm fine Dad, I'll be down in a minute!"

"Ok.......... are you sure there's nothing wrong.......... do you want me to
call Mickie?"

"What?"

"Mickie James.......... that girl you're always talking about.......... she's
your best friend right.......... I was looking forward to finally meeting
her.........."

"She isn't coming."

"Oh, why not?"

"Because I don't want her too. Now go, I'll see you in the church, ok?"

"Ok, I'll see you out there. Love you." He said as he left.

"You too." I called after him.

Once Dad had left I turned to see Lillian staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing.......... it's just you seem.......... I don't know.......... a
little on edge.........."

"It's just wedding jitters, it will pass."

"It's not just a day.......... you've been on edge for months." Lillian said,
"What's wrong Trish? I'm your friend, maybe I can help."

"There's nothing wrong. I told you I'm fine." I said, before realising I
wasn't going to get any peace here, "Let's just go."

"Ok, if that's what you want." Lillian said, following me as I walked out the
door.

Leaving my hotel room I slowly walked over to the elevator and pressed the
button. Lillian is talking to me about something but I don't hear a word she
says.

I'm too busy thinking about her, or more accurately I'm too busy trying not
to think about her.

Before I can become lost in my thoughts the elevator arrives. Getting into it
I notice that Lillian is still talking to me and I'm still not hearing a
word. She continues to talk once we exit on the ground floor and make our way
to the cars.

This is where Lillian and I part. She has her car, I have my stretch
limousine. Ron thought it would be nice for me to make a grand entrance.

Now all I need to do is give them some time to get there before I can make my
grand entrance. After all I don't want to be closely following behind anyone.
I want all eyes on me for my big day. And now Mickie won't be stealing my
thunder with her absurd little crush I can do that. I can marry the man I
love in front of all my friends and family in the happiest moment of my life.
Which is exactly what I'm about to do. So it stands to reason I should be
giddy with excitement right?

So why aren't I feeling excited? Why am I feeling so miserable? Why do I have
this feeling of dread in my stomach every time I even think about marrying
Ron? What's happening to me?

I guess it's because I'm feeling.......... I don't know.......... guilty.
Mickie was my friend, and I used her. But I told her, I told her right from
the start that it was nothing, that it always would be nothing to me.

So it's her fault, all her fault. If she got hurt she only has herself to
blame.

I shouldn't feel guilty.......... I should feel sorry for her, and I do, but
I can't put my life on hold just because I feel sorry for someone who fell in
love with me.

Is.......... is that what I believe now?

I never believed her before when she said she loved me, but today when she
said it it was the first time she was looking me in the eye, or more
accurately it was the first time I was looking into hers. Since she told me
about it I have believed Mickie's philosophy that you can always tell if
someone is lying or not just by looking in their eyes, and when I looked into
them today Mickie's eyes weren't lying to me, they were just telling me an
inconvenient truth.

Inconvenient for her that is.

And it's her loss really.

Even if she is in love with me it would be far better for her if I had
convinced her she wasn't. I mean it's not like she actually has a chance with
me, so I could have probably saved the poor girl a lot of grief if she had
just believed me. So when you think about it I was trying to do her a favour.
Ok so I wasn't really sure that she was actually in love with me, and I'm
still not completely sure that's true, but it doesn't stop the fact that we
would be both better off if she didn't love me. As a matter of fact we would
be both better off if she had never opened her mouth about the whole L word
in the first place. I mean, everything seemed just so great when we were just
having fun, but then she had to go and make things complicated, especially
for herself.

So like I said, her loss.

As for me, I'm not going to let Mickie James ruin my big day any more than
she already has.

"We're here Miss Stratus." said the limousine driver.

I don't even remember getting into the limousine but apparently I did and now
I'm here. Getting out of the limo I began walking to the church where the
ceremony is being held. It isn't a long walk, and yet it feels like with
every step I take the journey gets longer and my feet become heavier. I feel
more like I'm going to a funeral than a wedding. Hell, I feel more like I'm
going to my funeral than my wedding.

Walking into the church I noticed my Dad standing by the doors, waiting for
me to arrive. Evidently everybody else is on the other side of the double
doors behind him.

I do my best to smile at him trying to convince him as well as myself
everything is fine.

"You look great." he said to me, smiling ear to ear.

"Thank you, I feel great." I said, smiling back and lying through my teeth.

"Are you ready to get married?" He asked.

I nodded my head, for some reason unable to answer him verbally, but it seems
enough for him. He holds out his arm and I take it as he leads me into the
church. As we walked forward the big double doors are opened for us, allowing
me to make my big entrance.

Within the blink of an eye me and my Dad are standing one end of the isle
with my husband to be and his best man standing on the right side of me down
the other end of the isle and standing directly in front of me down the other
end of the isle is the Minister.

At this moment everybody turns to look at me. I have everyone's eyes on me,
and it feels like they're all judging me. I feel like I'm completely naked
with the word 'slut' stamped on my forehead, a giant picture of me receiving
head from someone who clearly isn't my fianc‚, someone with long brown hair,
someone I know very well, behind me on the wall.

Looking down I can see my wedding dress is still on and everything is 'right'
with the world but that's just not how I feel inside. I want to run, to get
out of here, to analyse my feelings some more, but I don't. Instead I walk
down the aisle with my Dad beside me, feeling as if I was a death row
prisoner taking their last walk.

When I finally reached the stand the music that I have only been barely aware
of stops and I feel my Dad let go of my arm which causes me to turn my head
and look at him and he gives me a smile which doesn't reassure me however I
force myself to smile back at him as I watch him sit down next to my mother
in the front row and once he is set down I turn my attention to the Minister
who starts droning on about true love, and soul mates. Like I didn't get
enough of that crap from Mickie this morning.

Like they're supposed to be one person out there who is perfect for you, one
person who makes you happy beyond all others, someone you were always meant
to be with.

Love isn't like that. Love is something that grows on you, something that two
people in a relationship have to work on and slowly grow. Like me and Ron.
And I love him. I do. I know I do. That's what I told him before. And I meant
it. I just haven't told him for a while.

Something the minister says next awakes me from my thoughts.

"Now, it is traditional to say this after the 'I do's' however experience
tells me to get this out of the way as soon as possible. So, that being said,
if anyone has any reason why these two people should not be joined in holy
matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

What does he mean 'experience tells me'. Why is he saying this now? Does he
know something? Has Mickie told him something? Is Mickie about to make a big
entrance? Is she about to ruin my big day after all?

My eyes desperately search everywhere to find the little brunette, but she is
nowhere to be seen.

Time passes and the Minister begins talking again, going straight into the
process of asking Ron if he wants to marry me.

I still wait with bated breath for her for a few more seconds before it
suddenly hit me.

She isn't coming.

She really isn't coming.

And I'm.......... disappointed! Disappointed! Why the hell am I disappointed?

And then I suddenly hear the Minister start talking to me, "Do you Patricia
Anne Stratigias," God I hate it when people use my real name, "Take this man
Ron Fisico," I didn't even hear Ron give an answer to his vows, "To be your
lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for
better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love
and cherish till death do you part?"

At that moment something amazing happened. The whole world seemed to come to
a stop around me and I had a moment of complete and utter clarity. All the
voices in my head were gone except for one, and it was asking me a simple
question.

Do you want to marry Ron?

For the first time in what felt like forever I gave myself a truly honest
answer.

No.

I had maybe loved Ron once, but that was a long time ago. We had been like
strangers for years now, barely talking to each other for weeks and even
months of the time. And whenever we did talk it was about the most
insignificant things which couldn't give either of us any insight into the
other. Or we would talk about her. Or more accurately I would talk about her,
I just wouldn't allow myself to admit that I talked about her before, because
I wasn't supposed too.

Speaking of her, while I was here in this moment of clarity I was able to ask
myself another question.

Did you want her to burst through those doors right now declaring her love
for you?

For better or for worse I gave myself an honest answer.

Yes.

Ok, everyone is now staring at me. I don't have much longer to enjoy this
moment of clarity but I have to ask myself just one more question.

Are you in love with Mickie James?

Once again I gave myself an honest answer.

"I'm sorry." I said, barely above a whisper, "I can't."

There was a deafening silence followed by mumblings. I bent my head
downwards, not being able to stand the idea of looking anyone in the eye
right now.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?"

At first I thought Ron was talking to me, and for all I know maybe he was,
but it was the minister who answered.

"There's a backroom just over there."

"Thank you." Ron said, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me off in
the direction the minister must have been pointing at.

Normally I would object to being pulled around like this but I'm too
emotionally drained to fight.

Once we reach the room Ron slams the door behind us.

"You can't! What do you mean you can't?"

He's angry, I can tell. I guess he kind of has the right to be.

Even so I don't want to be here and I don't want to be having this
conversation.

Looking around for an escape I see there is a door behind me, but before I
can even think about using it Ron stops me.

"Answer me bitch!"

I've heard Ron swear before but he's never swore at me before, he's always
acted the perfect gentleman, and even though I'm doing a really horrible
thing to him, leaving him at the altar, I can't help feel it still doesn't
justify him swearing at me and calling me that.

"I can't marry you." I said firmly, hoping that would be enough for him but
it obviously wasn't.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not in love with you."

"Because you're in love with someone else?"

"I didn't say that?"

"No but it's true isn't it." My silence gives him the answer he was looking
for, "Don't tell me.......... it's that Mickie bitch isn't it? The moment I
saw her I knew that little muff diver wanted you. Never thought you'd go all
dyke though."

His words cause anger to shoot through me like never before in my life and
before I even think about it I knocked him to the ground with a vicious right
handed slap. I stared at him on the floor in disbelief of what I had just
done and what just happened before I turned and ran.

I practically knocked the door off its hinges and continue to run as fast as
anyone wearing high heels and a huge wedding dress possibly can.

"Run you stupid whore, run!" I heard Ron yell behind me, "And I hope you two
dykes are happy together!"

Chancing a glance behind me I saw that Ron is standing at the exit, furious
with rage. He looks like he might change his mind any minute and run after me
so I better get out of here as fast as I can.

I had no idea there was this side to him. I guess I never really knew him.
And to add another layer to this fucked up situation I now owe her for saving
me from a possible abusive marriage. This day just keeps getting better and
better.

To add to the day I'm having my friends and family are beginning to pour out
of the church and I have no idea if they heard what Ron said or not, but I
have a feeling if they didn't Ron would probably be happy to repeat it to
them. Of coarse that can just end up being his word against mine but it just
adds another crappy layer to this crappy day.

But I don't care about any of that right now.

All I care about is going to see her.

All I care about is her.

Reaching my limousine I consider jumping in and telling the driver to just go
where I tell him too, but I don't like the idea because the limousine could
be too easily followed and besides I have no idea if the driver is even in
there right now. Plus I needed a driver who wouldn't ask any questions so I
opted for a taxi. Luckily we were in the middle of the town so it wasn't that
hard to get a taxi, although I was clearly getting some odd looks from people
around me. The taxi driver also gave me an odd look, but did not ask any
questions.

During the whole taxi ride I tried to ask myself questions again, but the
moment of clarity was gone and the thousands of voices were back. I couldn't
think clearly and I was practically on the verge of tears.

It was only when we reached our destination I realised I had no money to pay
the taxi driver. I briefly considered making a run for it, but I didn't need
more hassle today so I took off my engagement ring, handed it to him and
quickly exited before he could say anything. In all fairness he could
probably get a good deal on that ring, and end up with the full travel fair
and a very respectable tip. As far as I was concerned he could have it. I
never liked it. Hell I only wore it like three times or something. Once when
Ron originally gave it to me, once when I was hanging out backstage and was
bored, and today of course.

That didn't matter now though. Nothing mattered except getting to my
destination.

People continue to give me weird looks as I ran through the place, completely
ignoring the elevator which was busy and running straight up the stairs. It's
a pity I wasn't being timed because I'm sure I break some kind of record.

Finally I reach her door and stop dead in my tracks.

Everything that I said and I did earlier comes rushing back to me and I feel
so ashamed.

I feel like I'm going to cry but I hold it in a knock on the door. There's no
answer and I knock on the door again, and then again, and then again, and
then again, until finally she answers.

"Trish." She said, obviously surprised to see me.

We stand there for a long time, just staring at each other until I finally
say something.

"Mickie." God that was pathetic. Come on woman, say something else dammit,
"Can I come in?"

Mickie looks like she's considering slamming the door in my face, and I
honestly wouldn't blame her if she did, but then to my tremendous relief
steps back and opens the door wider to let me inside.

Walking in I can't help notice the shredded remains of the bridesmaid's dress
and half a dozen empty mini bottles on the side of the bed. I don't really
care about either right now but they do serve as a reminder of what I've done
to her. God I hate myself so much right now.

"What do you want Trish?"

The sound of Mickie's voice awakes me from my thoughts however I struggle to
find the words to answer.

After a long struggle the best I can come up with is, "A normal life."

She obviously doesn't like that answer, and to be honest neither do I.

"Or at least that's what I told myself I always wanted. After all the bra and
panties matches, pudding matches, and the paddle on a pole matches I was
finally going to retire to a normal life. And then you." I said, actually
becoming quite angry, "You came along and ruined that. I could have been
happy you know! I could have been happy with Ron and had a nice normal life.
But then you had to come along and ruin my life by making me happy. I was
lonely and bored out of my mind until you showed up and started brightening
up my day, making me happy, making me feel things I absolutely could not
feel. And it only got worse when we kissed. You started showing up in my
dreams and thoughts and you've never left since. You've been haunting me! And
then we started fucking, and that was great because I could just tell myself
it was all physical, but I just wanted to feel something other than
loneliness and my own fingers. And it worked. I managed to convince myself
that was all it was. And I was happy. I was finally happy, happier then I've
ever been in my life and you went and fucked that up by falling in love with
me! Why did you have to do that? Don't you understand you ruined any chance
I had of a normal life when you did that? I could have gone on not marrying
Ron for years and then when I finally had to do so I could have my nice
normal life with you in it. But no, you had to fall in love with me and start
looking at me like that, like you actually cared about me, like you loved me,
and I couldn't stand it.......... because.......... because.......... because
I loved you too.........."

When the words finally left my lips it was like a huge weight had been taken
off my shoulders. I had finally admitted the truth, not just to her, but to
myself. I found I could no longer look her in the eye, choosing instead to
hang my head in shame so I wouldn't have to look in her eyes anymore.

"Because I love you too.......... but that's just not how I imagined a normal
life being.......... you know? So I realise I couldn't be with you and have a
normal life. I tried. God knows I tried. But I could feel what you felt for
me and it was agonising because it made me question what I felt, and I refuse
to let myself believe the truth. I kept the truth hidden in the deepest part
of my mind until it was almost too late. And I guess it still might be, but I
have to try."

With all the courage I have left I look her in the eye again and finish what
I came to say.

"I love you Mickie. I finally realised that now. I also realise I made a
mistake. I chose a normal life over you because that's what I thought I
really wanted, when nothing could be further from the truth. I don't want a
normal life Mickie, I want you. I love you, and I know you love me too. I
also know that after everything I've done to you.......... after using
you.......... taking you for granted.......... I know I don't deserve your
love.......... but if you give me the chance.......... I'll try and earn
it.........."

I trail off, waiting for her to say something in response.

We stand there staring at each other for what feels like an eternity. It's
like the silence in the church, only worse.

Finally Mickie lowered her head and said, "You.......... you hurt
me.......... you know.........."

"I know.......... I'm sorry.........." I said, "Is there anything I can do to
make it better?"

".......... There's one thing.........."

"Name it.......... name it and I'll do it.........."

".......... Ok.........." Mickie said, stepping towards me before looking me
in the eye again and giving me this little smile which I think is the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen, "..........You could kiss me."

I returned the smile before grabbing her and pulling her into my arms. She
wrapped her arms around me in return and our lips crashed together in a
passionate kiss. We had some great kisses in the past but I think this one is
going to be my all time favourite because it's not me just doing something
scripted, it's not me just experimenting, it's not me just allowing her to
please me, it's just me and her, truly together mind, body and soul for the
first time. It was soft and hard, gentle and rough, passionate and needy all
at the same time and I loved every moment of it.

Finally the need for oxygen forces us to reluctantly break apart. We remained
holding each other tightly as we continue to gasp for breath.

In a voice barely above a whisper I hear, "I love you."

I don't think Mickie even meant to say that and it just came out which makes
it even more endearing.

"I know," I said, cupping her face with my hand, "And I love you too." We
smile at each other again as Mickie moves forward and we start kissing again.



Mickie's POV

I blink I don't know how many times I think the best way to describe the way
in which I blink or the best thing I can compare my blinking to would be to
say that was I blinking as though I had something in my eye and I was trying
to get it out via blinking.

However the reason for me continually blinking or rather blinking so much
isn't because I have something in my eye it is because I can't believe what I
am seeing or rather who I am seeing standing in front of me and what they are
wearing.

"Mickie."

Trish says sounding nervous for some reason.

"Can I come in?"

She then asks.

I continue to look or rather stare at Trish trying to figure out what the
hell is going on.

I mean not too long ago Trish was standing right where she is now wearing
casual clothes and she came into my hotel room which she paid for and told me
well she basically ripped my heart out and she told me she didn't want me to
go to the wedding due to her no longer wanting me there or inviting me to be
there and with that she left and I thought that that was it.

That was the end of mine and her friendship.

That was the end of mine and her "fun"

That was the end of me and her period.

An yet now here she is wearing her wedding dress and looking absolutely drop
dead gorgeous in it asking me if she can come into my hotel room again.

"Just what the hell is going on?"

I mentally ask myself having tried to figure everything out and yet having
come up with nothing.

I suddenly remember after I had finished off the last bottle of alcohol I
cried until I didn't have any tears left and then I fell asleep.

"So this must be a dream."

My brain says to me.

I swallow hard having a gut feeling I may know what type of dream it is and
although part of me wants to try and wake up another part of me can't help
but want to see where it goes.

An so I open the door wider to let Trish in.

Trish walks in and past me and once she is in the room I close the door and
slowly turn around and watch her as she stands with her back to me a short
distance in front of me.

I watch as she turns her head to the bed and see's the empty mini-bottles of
booze that I have drunk.

"Wait a minute."

My brain says.

"If this was a dream. Would they really be there?"

My brain asks.

I think about this for a second before deciding that the reason they are
there is because they where probably the last things I saw or rather looked
at before I fell asleep.

"What do you want Trish?"

I ask her doing my best to sound like I did when she first entered my hotel
room when I was awake and that is with no emotion in my voice.

"A normal life."

Trish says after a few minutes of silence.

This for some reason takes me by surprise due to me having thought that this
dream was going to lead to me and Trish getting together physically or as
Trish put it us having "fun"

However if that is how this dream is going to go her saying what she just did
certainly is an odd way to lead to that.

"Or at least that's what I told myself I always wanted."

Trish says causing me to come out of my thoughts and focus my attention on
her.

"After all the bra and panties matches pudding matches and the paddle on a
pole matches I was finally going to retire to a normal life. An then you. You
came along and ruined that."

Trish says her tone going from one of no emotion to one of anger.

"I could have been happy you know! I could have been happy with Ron and had a
nice normal life. But then you had to come along and ruin my life by making
me happy."

I frown slightly at what she has just said.

"I ruined her life by making her happy?"

My brain asks.

"I was lonely and bored out of my mind until you showed up and started
brightening up my day making me happy making me feel things I absolutely
could not feel."

Trish continues on.

"An it only got worse when we kissed."

She then says which completely surprises me.

"You started showing up in my dreams and thoughts and you've never left
since."

I swallow hard after hearing this due to me now knowing for sure that this
dream is defiantly heading in the direction of becoming an erotic one which
part of me really doesn't want to go through and yet another part of me does.

In a weird way I feel like my brain is telling me that even though I can't
have or be with Trish in real life that doesn't mean I can't be with her or
have her in my dreams. "You've been haunting me!"

Trish snaps which again brings me out of my thoughts.

"An then we started fucking and that was great because I could just tell
myself it was all physical but I just wanted to feel something other than
loneliness and my own fingers. An it worked. I managed to convince myself
that was all it was. An I was happy. I was finally happy happier then I've
ever been in my life and you went and fucked that up by falling in love with
me."

I do my best to stop myself from smiling at this point due to the fact that
the real Trish said something along the same lines and made it seem like I
had a choice in falling in love with her when I didn't just like nobody does.

You fall in love with who you fall in love with and I really believe that you
have absolutely no control over that the only thing you have control over is
what happens when you fall in love with somebody.

"Why did you have to do that?"

Trish asks me.

"Don't you understand you ruined any chance I had of a normal life when you
did that? I could have gone on not marrying Ron for years and then when I
finally had to do so I could have my nice normal life with you in it."

This causes me to frown due to me wondering how Trish could have had her nice
normal life with me in it since according to her what we where doing wasn't
"normal"

"But no you had to fall in love with me and start looking at me like that
like you actually cared about me like you loved me and I couldn't stand it
because..........because."

I wait patiently for Trish to say whatever it is she wants/is trying to say.

"Because I loved you too."

She says finally.

For some weird reason the moment Trish says this I almost immediately want to
begin crying and the reason that is weird is due to this being my dream and
so I can make Trish say whatever I want so in a sense I should know what
Trish is going to say and yet her declaring her love for me completely takes
me by surprise.

I watch as Trish hangs her head.

An I know that this is the part where I lead us or rather lead the dream in
the direction of it becoming an erotic dream.

"Because I love you too."

Trish says again taking me by surprise.

"But that's just not how I imagined a normal life being..........you know? So
I realise I couldn't be with you and have a normal life. I tried. God knows I
tried. But I couldn't feel what you felt for me and it was agonising because
it made me question what I felt and I refuse to let myself believe the truth.
I kept the truth hidden in the deepest part of my mind until it was almost
too late. An I guess it still might be but I have to try."

Trish adds as she lifts her head and looks at me dead in the eye.

"I love you Mickie."

Trish says causing me to swallow hard.

"I finally realised that now. I also realise I made a mistake. I chose a
normal life over you because that's what I thought I really wanted when
nothing could be further from the truth. I don't want a normal life Mickie I
want you. I love you and I know you love me too. I also know that after
everything I've done to you..........after using you..........taking you for
granted..........I know I don't deserve your love..........but if you give me
the chance..........I'll try and earn it."

An with that Trish stops talking.

Evidently this is the point where I lead the dream into becoming an erotic
one.

However the part of me that doesn't want this to become an erotic dream is
yelling at me screaming for me to do something to wake myself up and yet the
part of me I guess you could say my heart is over-ruling the part of me that
doesn't want this to turn into an erotic dream because I know that despite
how good this dream may become and how happy it may make me.

I know that when I wake up I'm going to wake up alone with a torn to shreds
bride's maid's dress on the floor at the bottom of my bed and empty bottles
of booze scattered on the bed next to me.

An yet despite this I can't bring myself to end the dream.

I guess there is a large part of me that figures if I can't have the reality
I might as well have the fantasy and so I decide to let the dream play out.

I slowly hang my head.

"You..........you hurt me..........you know."

I say mentally not sure why I am going this way as far as turning this dream
into an erotic one.

"I know."

Trish says in a soft tone of voice.

"I'm sorry."

She adds.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

She then asks.

I once again do my best not to smile knowing that this is it.

This is where the dream turns erotic.

"There's one thing."

I say.

"Name it."

Trish says.

"Name it and I'll do it."

She adds.

"..........Ok."

I say after a brief pause as I walk right up to her lift my head and look her
dead in the eye and for some reason I smile.

"You could kiss me."

I tell her.

Trish smiles back at me and suddenly and without any sign or warning grabs me
and pulls me into her arms. I respond my wrapping my arms around her doing my
best to stop myself from thinking about what is going to happen when this
dream ends and I wake up as mine and Trish's lips mesh together in a
passionate kiss.

Despite how happy I am that at least in my head I am able to have Trish
whenever I want so to speak I can't help but feel close to tears due to me
knowing that despite how good the fantasy or fantasises are they will never
ever compare to the real thing.

However I have to say this one certainly isn't a bad comparison I mean me and
Trish are just kissing and yet I can feel softness and at the same time
hardness in the kiss as well as gentle and rough passion and need and it's
not all coming from me in fact I would dare say that it's 50/50.

50% coming from me.

50% coming from Trish.

"Which is crazy because she isn't real."

My brain says.

I smile an ear to ear smile figuring that there must be some part of me that
really truly desperately wants this to be real and so it is doing everything
within it's power to make it seem real for me.

Finally Trish breaks the kiss however she continues to hold me and I continue
to hold her.

"I love you."

I say unable to stop myself.

"I know"

Trish says as she cups my face with her hands.

"An I love you too."

She adds.

I smile at Trish and she smiles back at me as I move forward and me and Trish
start kissing again.

Trish once again breaks the kiss and looks at me rubbing my cheeks with two
of her fingers one for each cheek.

"Mind if I take this off?"

She then asks as she looks down and I follow her eyes to the belt of my
bathrobe/dressing gown and watch with a small smile as Trish begins to undo
the belt evidently either taking my silence as a no or simply deciding to see
if I stop her which I don't.

Within a minute the belt is undone and I watch as Trish takes the dressing
gown/bathrobe off of me and lets it fall to the floor behind me.

Once the dressing gown is on the floor Trish takes a step back which for some
reason worries me however my worry quickly fades as I watch Trish look me up
and down with a smile.
.
"Nice underwear."

She says as her smile goes from a normal size one to an ear to ear one.

"Thanks."

I say not really sure what else to wear as I look down at myself and notice
that in this dream I am wearing the exact underwear that I am wearing in the
real world.

"Boy this dream is vivid."

My brain says.

To take the initiative and so I reach for the centre of my bra and unclip it
and let it fall to the floor and once that is on the floor I bend down
keeping my eyes on Trish as I take my panties all the way down to my feet and
once they are down around my ankles I stand up straight and simply step out
of them.

"What do you think now?"

I ask her with a smirk.

I watch as Trish swallows hard.

"You look beautiful."

She says which causes me to smile even more due to Trish having never taken
or rather looked at me when I have been naked I should say "the real" Trish
never took or looked at me when I was naked.

Trish slowly walks up to me and in the blink of an eye picks me the way a
husband picks up a wife just before he takes her over the thresh-hold.

Trish doesn't take me over the thresh-hold what she does do however is carry
me over to the bed and puts me down on the side of the bed I "woke up" on.

I watch as Trish climbs up onto the bed and on top of me I continue to watch
as Trish turns her attention to the right side of us to where the empty booze
bottles are and she uses her right hand to brush them off of the bed onto the
floor.

Once the bottles of booze are no longer on the bed Trish turns her attention
back to me.

I decide to once again take the initiative and so I wrap my arms Trish's
waist and roll her over to the right so that I am on top of her and she is
underneath me.

Once we have swapped positions I release Trish's waist however the moment I
do Trish wraps her arms around my waist and rolls us back over to the left
and I return to being underneath her and she is once again on top of me.

As soon as we have resumed our original positions Trish let's go of my waist
and immediately grabs me by the wrists and holds my wrists so that I can't
move them.

"Trish what are you doing?"

I ask her with a frown.

Trish looks at me and actually smiles which confuses me.

"You've always taken care of me."

She says looking me in the eye.

"It's my turn to take care of you."

She adds.

This is certainly a change because normally in my erotic dreams of Trish we
do pretty much what we do or rather what me and "the real" Trish did in the
real world which is I satisfy her and that is it.

"Ok."

I say figuring I'll let this dream take it's course even though I am shocked
that my brain would have Trish be the giver when in the real world she was
always the taker so to speak.

Trish looks at me for a moment almost as if she is trying to figure out
weather or not I am really going to allow her to take care of me as she put
it.

After a minute or two of simply looking at me Trish slowly let's go of my
wrists and moves down my body until she is nestled in between my legs.

I look down at her and watch as she looks down at my pussy and smiles.

I swallow hard for some reason feeling nervous.

I continue to watch as Trish puts the first finger of her right hand in her
mouth and after a minute takes it out and I immediately notice that the
finger is now covered in her saliva which tells me what Trish's plan is and
sure enough Trish reaches down and begins to rub my pussy with the rest of
her hand minus her first finger however after a few minutes of doing that
Trish pushes the digit inside.

This causes me to take a deep breath and slowly release it. Trish has never
fingered me before in the real world or in my dreams so the fact that she is
doing it is shocking however what is even more shocking is how good it feels.

After a few minutes of her sliding her first finger in and out of my pussy
nice and slowly I feel Trish add another finger and then another until she
has the first three fingers on her right hand inside of me.

Much to my surprise due to Trish having never done this before and as far as
I am aware only ever having had "fun" with me she gently curls my fingers
inside me and moves them in and out as I feel her thumb rub over my clit.

Something else that shocks me is how quickly I have gotten wet mind you Trish
has always been able to make me wet but never this wet which I think is due
to the fact that I'm always the giver never the receiver and maybe the reason
I'm wetter than usual is because I am the receiver and not the giver.

"Why are you talking as if this is really happening?"

My brain then asks me.

"It's a dream! This isn't real! Trish isn't really in between your legs
finger fucking you! In point of fact she is probably either on her way to her
honeymoon or she is having the first dance at her wedding reception with her
new husband! While your hear dreaming of her finger fucking you!"

My brain snaps at me.

I do my best to listen to my brain and keep reminding myself that what my
brain is telling me is the truth this isn't real it is just a dream however I
have to say I have never ever had a dream as good as this one before.

Maybe the alcohol I've drunk is having an affect on my body and mind whatever
it is I can't deny liking it.

An despite my best efforts I can't help but enjoy "dream girl" Trish who is
now teasing me by taking more time than really necessary.

Despite the fact that I never complained about giving the real life Trish
pleasure I did half of the time wish that she would do something in return
even if it was what "dream girl" Trish is currently doing even if she only
got me off by using her fingers and wouldn't use her mouth which if I am
honest if I had the choice between the real life Trish's fingers or mouth I
would go for her mouth every time.

However if Trish wasn't willing to do that and the only way she would ever
return the favour or let me have some "fun" was by finger fucking me then I
would accept it.

At least it wouldn't have all been one sided.

Despite Trish's teasing I can feel myself getting closer and closer to an
orgasm until finally I feel myself or rather my pussy clamp down on "dream
girl" Trish's fingers and I have to say it feels wonderful having Trish's
fingers stuck inside of me even if she is only a "dream" version of the real
thing and as my pussy holds onto Trish's fingers I moan a back of the throat
type of moan as I feel myself cum all over "dream girl" Trish's fingers.

Now I know when some women come at least the women I've seen in lesbian
porno's weather it is the first time second time or what they cum they cum
the same amount every time.

Well I'm not like those lesbian or "acting lesbian" porn stars because
although I do come a fair amount the first time the second time is better.

I guess you could say to use a quote from one of my favourite movies American
Pie 2 when you make love to me you have to pre-heat the oven before you stick
in the turkey.

Once I finish cumming and I release Trish's fingers from my pussy vice-death
grip I watch breathing a little heavier than I was before as Trish lifts her
three fingers to her face looks down at me and smiles an ear to ear smile as
I watch her lick clean each and every finger.

I smile an ear to ear smile as Trish does this and once she has finished I
swallow hard due to me expecting to wake up any minute due to my dreams
normally ending when Trish has cum and although I have cum this time I still
expect to wake up any minute.

However that doesn't happen.

I don't wake up.

Despite how many times I blink Trish remains in between my legs.

"Are you ok?"

I hear her ask.

I slowly nod my head tempted to ask her how come she is still here however I
don't due to the fact I know that that is a stupid question and what is even
stupider is me asking it to a dream version of Trish.

"Ready for more?"

"dream girl" Trish then asks me which causes me to look at her with wide
eyes.

"What do you mean?"

I ask her in genuine shock.

"dream girl" Trish laughs.

"Well you didn't really think that was it did you?"

She asks me.

"What the hell is going on here?"

My brain asks me.

"I don't know."

I mentally respond.

"Why haven't you woken up?"

My brain then asks.

"I don't know."

I once again mentally ask.

"What the heck is "dream girl" Trish talking about there being more."

My brain asks.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

I mentally snap back.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice "dream girl" Trish starting to move away
from me and despite wanting to stop her or rather say something I simply
continue to watch as she moves right to the edge of the bed climbs off and
then lays down on her stomach still wearing her wedding dress as if that
isn't weird enough "dream girl" Trish then crawls back up until her face is
inches away from my pussy.

I take a deep breath now realising or rather knowing what is coming next and
yet unable to believe it.

"This is DEFINATLY a dream."

I tell myself and my brain.

"The real Trish would never ever even be willing to give.....this a go."

I say after trying to find the right term for what "dream girl" Trish is
about to do and not being able to find a term that isn't crude.

"AH!"

I moan suddenly as all incoherent and coherent thoughts go straight out of my
head as I feel "dream girl" Trish's tongue touch the outer lips of my pussy
and my head snaps back in response as "dream girl" Trish proceeds to gently
lick my outer and then inner pussy lips.

Within a matter of minutes "dream girl" Trish is hungrily lapping at my cunt
and I am moaning like I have never ever moaned before.

"This is defiantly a dream."

I tell myself mentally.

"Because there is no way the real Trish would be as into doing this as dream
girl Trish is."

I add.

Trish's licking or rather lapping of my pussy quickly goes from that to
tongue fucking my pussy and this send me not over the edge but it certainly
sends my body over the edge as I writher on the bed and my body seems to take
control of it's self as I feel my legs wrap around Trish's head not wanting
to let her go change her mind or do anything other than what she is doing
right now an just in case my legs aren't enough to keep her there I use both
my hands to hold onto Trish's head which is a little hard to do due to her
wearing a veil however as soon as I have taken that off of her and thrown it
to the floor I am able to grab a hold of Trish's beautiful blonde locks and
use both my hands and my
legs to not only hold Trish in place but to also make her go deeper.

Despite the fact that I was or rather that I am holding onto her head with
both my legs and hands stopping doesn't seem to be something that this Trish
"dream girl" Trish plans on doing however for some reason she stops tongue
fucking me and takes her tongue out of my pussy however as soon as she has
taken her tongue out she almost immediately replaces it with three fingers
due to the sudden switch I am unable to tell weather they are on her right
hand or left hand and to be honest I don't really care.

"dream girl" Trish's fingers slip easily into my dripping wet slit as I feel
her start to use her tongue on my asshole something which the real Trish
would probably be sick at the very thought of doing it.

Trish's tongue is really working over my anal passage and I'm pretty sure
that my pussy juice which I can literally feel sliding out of my pussy and
going down to my rear hole must be helping Trish`s tongue as it tries to get
into my asshole At the same time she continues to use the three fingers she
has in my pussy to rapidly finger fuck me.

With "dream girl." Trish's tongue and fingers I can feel my second orgasm
building and building quicker than I ever though possible until I get to the
point where I can't take what "dream girl" Trish is doing to me and I explode
screaming at the top of my lungs.

"OH TRISH!"

An as explode I close my eyes due to the intensity of the orgasm despite how
intense the orgasm is I can feel "dream girl" Trish's tongue leave my ass and
return to my pussy as well as her removing her fingers and simply using her
tongue to lap up my juice, drinking my girly liquid down as it flows a lot
faster than before as well as there being a lot more than before.

After a few minutes my body relaxes in point of fact it almost goes
completely limp and I hear a ringing in my ears and due to the fact that I
know I didn't set any alarm I know that it is the telephone and so I reach
over to my left pick up the receiver and move it to my mouth and ear keeping
my eyes closed due to the fact I don't want to look down and see nothing
where "dream girl" Trish just was.

"Hello."

I say swallowing hard knowing that eventually I am going to have to open my
eyes and accept the reality that what just happened was a dream and that I am
now once again awake and alone in my hotel room.

"Mickie."

I hear Lillian Garcia's voice say on the other end of the line.

"It's Lillian."

She then says.

"Hi Lillian."

I say pretty sure I can guess why she is calling me.

"Hi."

Lillian says sounding rather concerned.

"Are you ok?"

I ask her not sure why I am asking due to part of me figuring the reason she
is concerned is due to the fact that I wasn't at the wedding.

"Well actually Mickie I'm rather worried."

Lillian tells me.

"About what?"

I ask her.

"Trish."

Lillian says.

My eyes pop open at hearing my former lover and friend's name.

"Why what's wrong with her?"

I ask immediately concerned.

"Well she's not here."

Lillian says.

"Where is here?"

I ask stopping myself from looking down even though the fact that there is
nobody between my legs is the last thing on my mind right now due to the fact
that something has evidently happened to the real life Trish.

"In her hotel room."

Lillian says.

This causes me to smile a little and yet frown at the same time as I look
over at the clock on my bedside table.

"Lillian it's 4pm. They're probably in the air by now."

I tell her figuring Trish and Ron must have left the wedding reception
without telling anybody.

"They?"

Lillian asks me.

"Yeah the happy couple."

I say doing my best to keep any hint of emotion out of my voice.

"Mickie. There is no happy couple."

Lillian says.

This causes me to stop smiling.

"What?"

I ask her.

"There was no wedding. I mean there was a wedding at least there was until
the minister got to the "I do's" and then Trish said that she couldn't go
through with it."

Lillian tells me.

"What happened next?"

I ask her doing my best not to let my imagination run away with me as to why
Trish said that she couldn't go through with it.

"Well Ron asked the minister if there was somewhere he and Trish could talk
the minister showed them somewhere they could talk in private. Ron dragged
Trish into this private room and we all waited. The next thing we all know
Trish is running from the room and Ron is close behind her and I heard him
call her a stupid whore and told her to run."

"He chased after her!"

I ask unable to hide my anger at Ron calling Trish a whore.

"Only as far as the front of the church I reached the front of the church
just in time to see Trish getting into a taxi and Ron who was still standing
at the entrance to the church yelled I hope you two dykes are happy
together."

Lillian says.

I swallow hard.

"What time was that?"

I ask.

"3pm."

Lillian answers.

"An you haven't seen Trish since then?"

I ask.

"Nobody has. I was wondering if maybe she came back here I've been here since
3:15 and she hasn't shown up. I then thought that maybe she had been to see
you since you weren't at the wedding."

Lillian says in a tone of voice that suggests to me that she wants to know
why I wasn't at the wedding and this is her subtle way of asking me.

I close my eyes and pray to the powers that be even though I am not sure
weather I am praying that Trish is in between my legs when I open my eyes and
look down or weather Trish isn`t in between my legs when I open my eyes and
look down.

I take a deep breath and slowly open my eyes and force myself to look down
and there wearing her wedding dress with her face clean of pussy juice even
though you can tell that she has had something "squirted" on her face smiling
an ear to ear smile at me is the REAL Trish Stratus.

"Mickie?"

I hear Lillian's voice say causing me to come out of my frozen or rather
shocked state.

"Yeah?"

I say back.

"Is Trish there with you?"

Lillian asks me.

I swallow hard wondering what the hell to say.

"Um. You want to know if Trish is here with me?"

I ask looking at Trish for some kind of answer.

Trish simply looks at me with an expression that tells me that it is up to me
weather I tell Lillian if she is here or not.

I do my best to think about this real quick however before I come up with an
answer Trish suddenly starts shaking her head.

"No."

I say somewhat relived that she chose the answer for me.

"Sorry Lillian I've been in my hotel room alone."

I say smiling at Trish despite being curious as to why she suddenly changed
my mind and told me or rather signalled to me for me to tell Lillian that I
hadn`t seen her.

"Ok."

Lillian says.

"If you do see her will you let her know that Ron has gone off on the
honeymoon without her and that his family have all left?"

Lillian then asks me.

"Yeah."

I say more interested on finding out why Trish is here than anything.

"Ok. Thanks Mickie bye."

Lillian says.

"See ya Lillian."

I say.

An with that I put down the phone and turn my attention to Trish who is
looking at me with a small smile on her face.



Trish's POV

Kissing her now is so different from kissing her before, or at least it is to
me anyway. I never ever held back before or anything but every time I would
kiss her I would feel this spark between us which I never felt with Ron, that
I never felt with anyone else and I always felt guilty about it in the past,
always told myself I was crazy and I absolutely could not be feeling anything
like that for her because I wasn't gay, but now I don't care what I am, all I
know is I'm finally allowing myself to fully enjoy kissing her and it feels
great.

But I want more.

I want to please her like she has pleased me so many times.

I want her.

I want all of her.

Breaking the kiss I gently caress her cheek and said "Mind if I take this
off?"

I look downwards indicating I mean her bath robe. My intention is to wait for
her to answer but I'm unable to stop myself from reaching down and grabbing
the belt keeping the robe closed in anticipation of her response. She gives
me this cute little smile which is more than enough for me. Once the belt was
undone I slide the robe off and took a step back to admire her body.

I can't help smiling. She just looks so.......... cute. I just can't think of
a better way to describe her. Even when I was trying to deny my real feelings
for her I'd always thought Mickie was cute.

"Nice underwear." I said continuing to smile.

"Thanks." she said, before she undid her bra and threw it aside and then slid
her panties off, "What do you think now?"

It's weird. I've seen Mickie naked before.......... I've just never..........
seen her.

I showered with all of the divas, but whenever my eyes would wander it would
always be a quick glance and I would always tell myself that it was just to
compare my body to theirs and how could it possibly be anything else. Now I'm
not so sure. But whatever those glances were about they didn't give me enough
time to fully appreciate the female form.

So I've never really looked at Mickie like I'm looking at her now, and I have
to say I don't think cute is the right word for her any more. However I have
another word to describe her, a word much more fitting.

"You look beautiful." I said, answering her question and meaning it.

Yes, that is definitely a good way to describe Mickie. Beautiful.

I then realised something. This is a new beginning for us, a chance for a
fresh start. It's a chance for me to redeem myself and treat Mickie like I
should have treated her from the beginning. So in a way this is going to be
our first time together.......... our first real time together where it's
about more than just having 'fun'. And I want it to be special. I want to
treat her like a goddess, and I know just how to start.

Walking over to her I pick her up in my arms in the same way that ass hole
Ron would have done to me tonight and carried her over to the bed, laying her
down as gently as I can before climbing on top of her. Turning to my right I
see the collection of the booze bottles in a nasty little pile, torturing me,
reminding me what I put her through, and I quickly remove them by pushing
them off the bed. When I think about it it was probably the practical thing
to do any way so no harm no foul. But enough about that.

Turning my attention back to Mickie I smiled down at her when suddenly she
grabs hold of my waist and rolls us so that she's on top. This takes me by
surprise, and I'm a little confused until I realise Mickie's intentions.
She's just doing what she always does, takes care of my needs without even
thinking about her own. I know she's just doing what must come naturally to
her now, but it serves as a reminder of just how badly I've treated her and I
can't stand it. And anyway, tonight isn't supposed to be about me. It's
supposed to be about her.

So I roll us back over so that I am on top of her again, which obviously
confused her.

"Trish what are you doing?" She asked with a cute little frown.

Perhaps I was a little bit hasty to disqualified the word cute. Cute is
definitely Mickie. She just happens to be beautiful too.

Speaking of Mickie, I think I owe her an explanation.

"You've always taken care of me." I said smiling down at her, "It's my turn
to take care of you."

She's clearly shocked which isn't that surprising really. I've been nothing
but a selfish lover but I swear that's all going to change.

"Ok." She said quietly, almost looking like she doesn't quite believe I'm
actually going to do her for a change which saddens me.

I try and think of the best way to please her, but that unfortunately
involves me thinking back to before, when we were having fun............ no,
I have to start calling it what it really was. We were having sex. I was
having sex with a girl and I couldn't face it so I called it having fun. But
whatever we used to have it doesn't matter because tonight were having sex.
To do that though I need to remember what Mickie did to me in the past.

I remember she was always pleasuring me with her mouth and fingers. It always
felt so good however I have never returned the favour. At first when she had
done that she would start to ask if I could return the favour but I always
refused before she'd even finished asking. It wasn't long before she stopped
asking although I'd always catch these little looks of hers when ever we were
about to go to sleep. Eventually I would just stop looking at her before
going to sleep, but that wasn't enough because I could still feel her eyes on
me so I started asking her to sleep somewhere else. Sometimes my suite would
come with a spare bed, sometimes it wouldn't. Sometimes Mickie would end up
sleeping on the couch, other times I would hear her as she quietly slipped
out.

God, she did nothing but make me feel good and I treated her like crap. I
never even returned the favour. Never, until now.

Letting go of her wrists I slide down until I'm in between her legs, staring
at her womanhood. I've never even looked at my own properly but now I'm
looking at hers, and I mean really looking, and the word beautiful finds its
way into my head again, along with another word. Pretty. Mickie has a pretty
pussy. I can't help smiling at that thought.

Sliding the index finger on my right hand into my mouth I suck on it gently,
covering it with saliva before removing it and placing my right hand on
Mickie's pretty pussy. I rubbed my fingers over it, caressing the lips,
waiting until I think she's ready before sliding my finger inside her,
smiling as I hear her taking a deep breath before slowly releasing it.

I wonder how long it's been since someone's fingered her.

Had she had a one night stand? Had she met someone on the road? Was there
anyone else she was having a casual relationship with? Like one of the
backstage crew that travels with us? Or one of the other divas?

I find myself getting jealous at the idea of her with someone else, which is
insane because I have been telling her since day one what we have means
nothing and I have absolutely no right to expect her not to be with anyone
else considering I was with Ron a few times while I was still doing things
with her. In fact I would be surprised if she hasn't been with someone else.
She probably should have, especially after the way I've been treating her.

But enough about my insane jealousy. I think it's about time I started
concentrating on pleasing her.

Setting my mind on doing just that I began to slide my finger in and out of
her, finding great enjoyment from these little sounds coming out of her mouth
as I do so. Those sounds get louder as I slide another finger into her,
followed by another, stretching out that pretty pussy of hers, loving the
feeling of it gently clamping down on me as I fuck it.

Remembering what Mickie used to do to me I begin to curl my fingers inside
her as a slide in and out, rubbing that little bundle of nerves inside of a
pussy that is always so sensitive, as my thumb finds the little bundle of
nerves on the outside of a pussy.

Rubbing the most sensitive areas of her pussy certainly seems to be having
the desired effect. I mean, I know I ran like a river every time Mickie
tongue or finger fucked me, and hell I'm even pretty wet when she just
touches me, but little Mickie here has quite literally drenched my hand and
seems to be well on her way to drenching the bed also. Not that I'm
complaining. I actually find this rather encouraging, which is important
because I haven't done this before and I really, really want to be able to
please her, and I'm very happy that seems to be the case.

With my new found confidence I begin drawing this thing out, slowing down the
pace of my finger fucking as I start to rub her most sensitive areas
infrequently. It was my intention to do this as long as possible, take her to
the peak of orgasm and bring her back again until she was literally begging
me to let her cum, like I had begged her so many times. Well more accurately
she used to tease me until I demanded that she make me cum, which she always
did however I fail to make her begged and/or demand because sooner than I
planned Mickie's pussy clamps down on my fingers as if she's trying to break
them and she let's out a long moan as she came all over my fingers. The
sensation of the vice like grip of her pussy clamping down on my fingers as
she spasmed in pleasure was amazing, and although I was slightly disappointed
I didn't make her begged and/or demand to cum I'm kind of just glad I made
her cum.

Finally her pussy let's go of the death grip it had on my fingers and I'm
able to remove them. Bringing them up to my face I examine my creamy reward,
remembering all those times Mickie fingered me to climax and exactly what she
would do afterwards. Looking down at her I see that she's looking at me and I
can't help smile as I do exactly what she would do in this situation and that
is take my fingers into my mouth and lick and suck them dry.

I'm honestly not sure what I was expecting when I put the fingers into my
mouth but I don't think I could have been in any way prepared for just how
sweet she tasted. It was all I could do at that moment not to just dive face
first into her pussy to see if her cream tasted this sweet from the source.
But first I wanted to see if she was ok.

She was acting kind of weird, constantly blinking as if she was expecting
something to happen.

"Are you ok?" I eventually asked her to which she nodded in replied, "Ready
for more?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well you didn't really think that was it did you?" I said laughing, before
getting off the bed, laying down on my stomach and crawling back up until my
face was hovering directly over her pussy.

I study her pussy for a moment to take in her intoxicating smell, to remember
how sweet she tasted on my fingers, to think about all those words to
describe her, pretty, cute, beautiful, and yet unsure if any of those words
truly justify her.

Once I have savoured the moment long enough I do something I've been dreaming
about doing for so long but been far too afraid to do and that is to stick
out my tongue and lick a pussy for the first time. I lick Mickie's pussy for
the first time.

As I ran my tongue over her soft outer lips and taste her sweet nectar from
the source I know that this may be the first time but it certainly won't be
the last.

I suddenly realise what a freaking idiot I've been. For so long I've been
terrified of.......... of this.......... of doing anything to her in
return.......... oh god just say it Stratus, you've been terrified of going
down on Mickie. You've been terrified of eating her out. You've been
terrified of eating her pussy. And why? Because you didn't want to be gay.

I didn't have a problem with people being gay, and I still don't, but I
wasn't one of them. I feel like I couldn't be one of them. But now I'm here
with the taste of another woman on my lips and I don't care, I just don't
care what I am or how people may choose to label me. I love this, I love her
taste, and I could have been tasting her for months if I hadn't been so
afraid of my own feelings. Well I'm done being afraid. From now on if I want
to eat pussy that's exactly what I'm going to do and I'm going to start right
now with Mickie James's tasty little pussy.

As I started to eat Mickie's tasty little pussy I did my best to do what she
always did. Or at least I tried. I really did.

Mickie has always been so gentle and loving with my pussy, with the only
possible exception being during the first time when it felt like she was
trying to get me off as quickly as she could. Maybe she thought if she waited
too long I would change my mind or something but the truth was I certainly
wasn't going to change my mind with that sweet little tongue of hers in my
pussy. Although even that first time she was much more slow and loving than I
am during my first time eating pussy.

I just can't help it. She just tastes so good. One minute I'm gently lapping
at her outer lips, then the next minute I'm gently lapping at her inner lips,
and then before I know it I'm lapping away at her pussy like a starving
animal.

Still not satisfied with the amount of delicious juice I'm collecting I close
my mouth around her pussy lips and again greedily suck down as much of the
creamy liquid as I can, my tongue beginning to slam through her, fucking her
for all it's worth.

As I continue to fuck her with my mouth and tongue I feel Mickie try and wrap
her legs around my head but my veil is in the way. I'm about to reach up and
tear the stupid thing off when Mickie beats me to it and does what she set
out to do, that being wrapping her legs around my head trapping me in the
heaven I found between her thighs. I then felt her hands on the back of my
head, pushing me further into that sweet heaven, to which I try and show my
gratitude by tongue fucking her even harder.

I want to spend all night in between her thighs eating her delicious pussy,
but I'm determined not to make this night about what I want, but about what
she wants, what she needs, and I can tell what she needs right now is to cum,
and although I have no doubt she could easily cum from this I want her first
climax from me to be special. I want her to remember this climax for the rest
of her life and I have a good idea how to do it.

There was one thing Mickie could do to me which would always make me cum
harder than anything else and although the thought of it is pretty gross I
have no problem doing it for her now in fact I don't think there's anything I
wouldn't do for her right now. Of course if I think about it for a moment I
used to think the idea of eating pussy was pretty gross so who knows I might
end up liking this to, and if it gets her off even half as good as it gets me
off then I welcome it.

Deciding it's about time I do 'it' I removed my mouth from her pussy only to
replace it with three fingers from my right hand because I don't want to
leave her pussy high and dry as it were. Although dry is probably a bad
choice of words given how much she's juicing right now.

Anyway once I started working my fingers in and out of her I slide my tongue
downwards to the little puckered rosebud known as her ass hole. Not wanting
to stop for even a moment in case I chickened out or something I immediately
ran my tongue over her rear hole, twirling it over the entrance to her back
passage before trying to force it inside. I was shocked to find it didn't
taste bad, in fact it tasted good, really good. Of course that was probably
because despite my best efforts her delicious pussy juice had slipped down to
her back door, lubricating it in her cream which means I no longer had any
problem with giving her butt hole a thorough licking. In fact I could
probably have done that for quite awhile, maybe even until I got my tongue in
that tight hole, but before I got the chance Mickie came screaming my name.

"Oh Trish."

The second she started to scream I removed my fingers, not wanting to get
caught in the death trap that was her pussy during climax. Well maybe not
death trap but certainly hard to get out of trap.

Anyway, I pulled my fingers out just in time, giving her clit a few extra
rubs just to make sure she had gone over the edge before removing my mouth
from her ass hole and glueing it to her pussy.

I had tasted her pussy juice from the source and now I wanted to see what her
cum tasted like pouring from her. Not surprisingly it was even better than
when I had tasted it on my fingers and I happily drank down as much as I
could, although I was very aware that much of it ended up covering my face.
I'll have to work on getting more of her in my mouth in the future. Assuming
Mickie allows me to eat her out again. Oh please let Mickie allow me to eat
her out again.

As her orgasm dies down and faintly hear the sound of a telephone ringing but
I ignored it and concentrate on cleaning her pussy of any remnants of
delicious juice that has been pouring out of it, the whole time hoping Mickie
will ignore the phone as well and just let me stay here in between her
thighs, pleasing her for hours in the same way she did me.

Sadly she doesn't.

She reaches over and picks up the phone.

"Hello."

I didn't even notice her hands leaving my head. Her legs are gone too.

"Hi Lillian."

Lillian! Oh no.

"Are you ok?"

Finally removing my mouth from her pussy I look upwards, as if that is going
to allow me to hear what Lillian is saying.

"What about?"

I'd love to know what they're talking about.

"Why what's wrong with her?"

Oh god are they talking about me?

"Where is here?"

Are they?

"Lillian it's 4 pm. They're probably in the air by now."

Yes that's definitely about me.

"Yeah the happy couple."

And Ron apparently.

"What?"

What! What does she mean what? What's going on?

"What happened next?"

Oh god what is Lillian telling Mickie.

"He chased after her."

Oh god what does Lillian know?

"What time was that?"

What time was what?

"An you haven't seen Trish since then?"

There is a pause and then Mickie looks down at me for the first time since
picking up the phone. I've been so intent on trying to listen into the
conversation that I didn't even realise it until now. I can't quite read the
look on her face and I'm not sure what she's going to say to Lillian.

And I'm not sure what I want her to say to Lillian.

Do I want Lillian to know I'm here?

Do I want her to know about me and Mickie?

Do I want anyone to know about me and Mickie?

If the answer to those questions was no I could probably wrestle the phone
off her, but then Lillian would ring back and failing that just try and talk
to Mickie later to see what happened. Plus it would be very childish on my
part.

I could pull the phone cord out of the wall which would solve the problem
temporarily but it would still be childish and I would own an explanation to
both Mickie and Lillian.

I could ask her quietly to put the phone down. She probably would, although
that would only be a temporary solution to the Lillian problem.

But what if the answer to those questions was yes.

What if I did want Lillian to know I was here, to know that I was here with
Mickie, and except through telling her I could possibly be opening the flood
gates to everyone knowing.

Am I ready for all that?

"Yeah."

I need to make a decision before Mickie makes it for me.

"Um you want to know if Trish is here with me?"

Thank God, she's giving me the choice.

But what do I choose?

Everything's happening so fast.

Telling Lillian or anyone else might seem a bit rushed right now so maybe it
isn't a good idea for everyone to know.

Don't get me wrong, I'll tell them, I'll tell everyone who matters to me the
truth, but on my own terms, when I'm ready.

Finding my answer I quickly shake my head, hoping she gets the message.

"No."

Good, she did.

"Sorry Lillian I've been in my hotel room alone."

I can't believe after all I've done to her she's lying for me.

"Yeah."

I really have to make it up to her.

"See ya Lillian."

Mickie finally put down the phone before turning her attention back to me.

"I'm sorry about that sweetie, I'm not ashamed of this, of us, it's just that
I want to tell people in my own time, you know." I said smiling up at her, "I
mean I'm 31, that's pretty late to be coming out of the closet. I'm not even
sure that's the right term for this, but, you're just going to have to give
me some time, ok?"

Mickie just stared at me for awhile before she finally said, "You're here."

"Yes, I've been here for quite a while now. Why, didn't you notice?" I
laughed.

"You're really here." Mickie said.

"Yes you said that already." I said becoming confused.

"You're here, as in, in this room." Mickie said, still making no sense.

"Again yes, why? Did you think this was a dream or something?" I said,
meaning it as a joke before realising from the look on her face there was
nothing funny about it, "You thought this was a dream."

A really awkward silence fell between us before Mickie finally said, "What
are you doing here?"

I do my best to get over the shock that Mickie didn't think I was real and
that what I was just doing to her was a dream even though I can't help but
confess that it was a dream to me a dream come true. However to Mickie it was
just a dream.

".......... Trying to correct a mistake." I said.

"I.......... I don't understand." She said.

"Well then let me make myself clear." I said smiling, as I crawl up her body
until we were face to face.

I tried to kiss her but as I was leaning in she pushed me away and jumped out
of bed. She backed away from the bed, a look of total confusion written on
her face. I got out of bed slowly, trying not to startle her.

For another long moment we just stood there silently, staring at each other.

I stepped forward, reaching out for her but Mickie shrieked at me, "Don't
touch me."

I take a step back due to Mickie having never snapped at me the way she did
just now.

"Mickie.......... I'm.......... I'm sorry."

I say not really sure what else to say and at the same time not really sure
what I am apologising for part of me thinks I am apologising for making a
move towards her and another part of me thinks I am apologising for this not
being a dream.

Mickie looks at me and the best way I can describe the look on her face is
that of a little child lost in the wood on their own and they are looking
around for somebody to come and help them or save them.

"How can you be here?"

Mickie asks finally breaking the unbearable silence.

"After everything you said to be earlier."

She adds with no hint of anger in her voice the only thing that is in her
voice is the same thing that is written all over her face.

Confusion.

"I made a mistake."

I start off by telling her.

"I chose something I convinced myself I wanted over something I really
wanted. I chose a normal life over you. And I'm sorry, I really am, and I
just want to make it up to you."

After another minute of silence Mickie laughs.

"An you thought that by doing what you just did would make everything between
us alright?"

She asks me sarcastically.

"No."

I tell her after having thought about it for a moment.

"Then how?"

Mickie asks me now with a hint of anger in her voice.

"I don't know how."

I respond doing my best not to bite back or get angry due to the fact Mickie
has ever right to be feeling the way she is and going through the emotions
that she is.

"An I don't know how I could possibly convince you that I'm telling the truth
or how I can possibly make it up to you."

I add speaking from the heart.

"But you said if there was even the smallest chance that I might love you
then I shouldn't marry Ron, and I do and I didn't and I just want to make
this right."

Mickie slowly hangs her head.

An despite the fact that I now fear the answer to this question I can`t help
but ask it.

"Do you still love me?"

Mickie slowly lifts her head and looks at me and I swallow hard.

"When?"

She asks me.

"When did you realise that you had made a mistake?"

She then adds explaining her question.

"When did you know how you felt?"

She adds again.

I sighed at Mickie's question, not because I didn't know the answer but
because the answer was probably going to hurt her and I really didn't want to
hurt her anymore today.

I think I'm getting through to her finally that I'm serious, I just need to
drive the point home, but I don't know how. I don't know how I could possibly
convince her I'm telling the truth, or how I can possibly make it up to her.

"I guess I've always known.......... I just didn't want to let myself
know.......... you know? However as far as when I realised right..........
before I was about to get married all I could think about was you and when I
got to the altar I had this.......... I don't know.......... moment of
clarity.......... and in this moment I asked myself if I love you and I
finally answered myself honestly.........." I said, unable to stop myself
smiling a little smile at the memory.

"And then what?" Mickie asked after a long pause.

"And then.......... I ran." I said finally figuring it was best not to tell
Mickie the whole story due to the state she is currently in.

"So you left Ron at the altar?" Mickie asks sounding as though she doesn't
believe me.

Despite it going against my better judgement I know that if me and Mickie are
to have any future I need to stop lying to her and start telling her
everything and I guess now is as good as time as any to start doing that.

"No."

I say swallowing hard due to the fact I don`t know how Mickie is going to
take what I have to say next.

"So what happened next?"

Mickie asks me sounding a tad angry that I had lied to her and yet at the
same time sounding relived

"We where up to the part in the service where the minister ask the bride and
groom to say their I do's and Ron had already said his and the minister was
waiting for me to say mine. What I said instead however was that I was sorry
and that I couldn't....Meaning that I couldn't marry him."

I take a moment before I continue on.

"Ron asked the minister if there was somewhere him and me could talk in
private. The minister told him that there was a private room and pointed in
the direction of it. Ron then dragged me into this room He then demanded to
know what I meant by what I had just said and I hesitated in answering him
which only made him madder so much so in fact that he actually swore at me."

"What did he say?"

Mickie asks me sounding angry although this time I`m pretty sure it isn`t
directed at me but rather
Ron.

"He called me a bitch."

I say not caring what he called me however I can tell from the look in
Mickie`s eyes and her facial expression that she does care.

He then demanded again for me to tell him what I meant by I couldn't and so I
told him what I meant was that I couldn't marry him....He then demanded to
know why not and I told him it was because I didn't love him."

Mickie's facial expression slowly relaxes.

"He asked me if it was because I was in love with somebody else."

I continue on.

"I told him that that wasn`t what I said. He responded by telling me that I
may not have said it but that that was the reason why I couldn`t marry him.
He then guessed that it was you.... I don`t know how but somehow he knew and
he didn`t like it because.... he started having a go at you"

Mickie smiles a small smile at this.

"What exacterly did he say?"

She asks me almost sounding amused.

"He said how the moment he saw you he knew you wanted me however he never
thought I'd go....all dyke. Those where his words not mine."

Mickie's amused expression slowly goes back to no expression.

"An what happened next?"

She asks me.

This causes me to smile at the memory of hitting Ron and how easily he went
down just from one slap from me.

"Somehow.... the right side of Ron's face.... hit the palm of my right hand."

I tell her.

It takes Mickie a minute to realise what I have just said however the moment
she does her
expression goes from expressionless to shocked.

"You slapped him!?"

She asks me her voice confirming her facial expression.

"Nobody calls me a dyke even if I am one."

I say with a small smirk liking the fact that I have finally accepted who and
what I am or at the very least that I am starting too.

"An nobody calls my girl a muff diver even though she is and one of the
best."

I add.

I think Mickie is a little too shocked by the fact that I actually hit Ron
for her to realise what I have just said due to her facial expression never
changing.

"What happened next?"

She finally asks me after a long drawn out silence.

"That's when I ran."

I tell her.

"An Ron just let you go?"

Mickie asks me.

"Well he chased me as far as the front door of the church calling me a stupid
whore and saying that he hoped us two dykes are happy together. Those are-"

"I know those where his words."

Mickie says interrupting me with a small smirk.

After that there is a very long drawn out silence.

"He really was a jerk."

"What makes you say that?" I asked her, having a gut feeling that it isn't
what I just told her but rather something else.

Mickie pause for a minute before she said, "Do you remember the first time I
ever came to Toronto with the WWE? For whatever reason you didn't introduce
me to your family and friends there but you did introduce me to him, although
I kind of wish you didn't. We were just hanging out together, and when you
went to the bathroom he threatened me."

I look at Mickie in shock starting to wonder if maybe I really ever knew the
real Ron due to what Mickie has just said and what he did today or rather how
he acted today.

"He told me he knew what I was and I shouldn't waste my time, because you're
not a rug muncher like me and if I ever tried anything with you he would make
me regret touching what was his."

I couldn't believe my ears.

I remembered the incident in question and I feel ashamed about it now. It was
about a few weeks into me and Mickie having sex, or having fun as I used to
call it, and I was too embarrassed to introduce Mickie to my Toronto friends
and family, so when I got home I spread the word that I was too busy and too
tired to see anyone. I wasn't even planning for Ron to come round, but he
did, and I acted like it was planned for some reason. I had sex with him that
night, although he didn't literally sleep with me because he apparently had a
busy day plan the next day and had to leave. I guess it's kind of ironic that
he gave Mickie that speech because when he left I ended up going into
Mickie's bedroom to see if she was still awake which of course she was and
one thing led to another as they say. If I'm honest with myself I never
really went to see her so we could talk, I went to see her so she could
finish me off. Despite my earlier claims Ron rarely ever made me cum, and
even when he did it couldn't compare to being with Mickie, although I would
never allow myself to acknowledge it, or at least I didn't until now.

And I'm once again thinking about myself and not her. When did I become so
self-centred?

Focus on her.

"Mickie, I'm sorry." I said apologising for everything the way I have been
treating her Ron everything that has happened between us that has been bad is
or rather has been because of me.

"Yeah, you've been saying that a lot." Mickie said, before she sighed, "You
know, I've been dreaming about you telling me you felt the same way about me
for a long time.......... didn't imagine it like this though.........."

I go to apologise again however before I can Mickie stops me by saying.

"I still love you..........but"

Mickie then goes quiet.

"But?"

I said wanting and needing her for to go on due to the fact that I want her
to be as honest and as open with me as I am going to be with her.

"When you broke my heart earlier you destroyed our friendship. We need to
rebuild that friendship first. And that's going to take time. We need time to
make sure this is what we both really want, trust needs to be rebuilt, or
perhaps just built and.......... and.......... couldn't we just skip it?
Couldn't you just take me in your arms and tell me every things going to be
ok?"

I stand there for a minute taking in everything that she just said before
slowly walking up to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her softly before
telling her what she wants to hear, "Everythings going to be ok."

She gave me a little smile before I pulled her into a deeper kiss. She
wrapped her arms around me as I slowly slid my tongue into her mouth where it
was met and caressed by her own. We stood there kissing for a while before I
pulled her upwards, pushing her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped
around me as our kiss grew even more passionate. I wanted her again. I needed
her again.

Carrying her over to the bed I lay her down and began to kiss her again. Our
bodies pressed together as we made out for what felt like an eternity before
I finally broke the kiss and started to make my way down her body

"Stop." she said suddenly, causing me to look up at her questioningly, "I
want you too."

"How?" I asked.

She smiled, "Ever heard of a 69?"

I smiled back at her. I had heard of the sexual position but I had never
tried it before, although I was very willing to do so now.

Standing up I awkwardly got out of my dress as fast as I could. When I
brought the dress I liked it, but now I hate it because it just serves as a
reminder, not only of Ron, the wedding and the marriage I escaped from but in
a weird way it reminds me of everything I have done to Mickie. Hell I think I
just might have to burn this thing.

When I finally get it off I quickly remove my panties before stopping for a
second. I consider momentarily leaving my white stockings on because I know
some men like women in stockings and its stands to reason some women would
like other women in stockings, and for all I know Mickie could have a huge
stocking fetish or something, but I ultimately decide to remove them because
like the dress they reminded me of my wedding. On the bright side I can
always ask Mickie about the stocking thing later, and if she likes them I can
wear as many stockings for her as she wants.

Once I was naked I got back onto the bed and started to kiss her again. Our
bodies rubbed together again, this time my nipples caressing hers, our
pussies pressed together in an intimate embrace. At one point I actually
think we began dry humping each other we were so horny.

Eventually I started kissing my way down her body again and this time she
didn't stop me. When I got to her breasts and I eagerly took one nipple into
my mouth and sucked on it as gently as I could given my current state of
arousal before moving to the other, and repeating the process. I worshipped
her breasts for as long as I could take before I started to make my way down
her body.

"Wait." she said.

I sighed and looked up, "What?"

She said nothing but just beckoned me upwards. I crawl up until we were face
to face again but before I could say anything Mickie slid underneath me and
latched onto one of my own nipples, squeezing a moan out of me. I continue to
moan as she moved in between my breasts, caressing them with her hands as she
gently sucked on my nipples.

Eventually she started to move sideways and I joined her movements so we
ended up in a 69 position.

I had intended to go slowly, to give her the soft and gentle worship she
deserved, but as soon as I was face to face with her pussy again I became
like a ravenous animal. I just couldn't help myself. I drove face first back
into the tasty heaven in between her thighs and shoved my tongue as deep into
her as it would go. She let out a long moan and happily return the favour.

Thoughts of being soft and gentle were a distant memory and all I wanted to
do was fuck her with my mouth and bring her to orgasm in an attempt to show
her how sorry I was.

Another thing that was a distant memory was the uncertainty I had shown
before. I now knew how to get her off, and what's more I knew I could and
enjoy it which gave me the confidence to do what needed to be done.

Sliding my tongue through her pussy I searched for every spot that would make
her moan the loudest, my lips sucking furiously at her outer lips as I
caressed her inner walls with my tongue.

I tried my best not to get distracted but it was incredibly hard to do so
with Mickie's talented tongue working its magic on my cunt. That magical
tongue has got me off more times than all the guys I've ever been with
combined and I know this time is going to be no exception. It's caressing the
inside of my pussy so wonderfully as she slams it through my love channel.

I can't stop myself from gently humping her face, trying not to smother her
however she has a firm grip of my ass and she's pulling me down on top of her
as if she's trying to see how deep she can get her face into my pussy. It's
causing me to squirm on top of her but she's holding me very still. It's kind
of weird, even though I'm on top I feel like she's in control, which kind of
turns me on however I'm worried this is putting the focus on me, which it
kind of is, and I don't want that. I want tonight to be about her.

So I desperately focus all of my attention on making her cum in my mouth,
fucking her with my tongue like a woman possessed.

She's beginning to squirm underneath me just as much as I'm squirming so I
must be doing something right.

Every time I touch one of her sensitive areas she moans into my pussy which
causes these wonderful little vibrations, which causes me to moan into her
pussy, which obviously has the same effect on her because it causes her to
moan into my pussy again restarting the whole vibrating process.

It isn't long before I'm on the brink of orgasm, but I desperately try and
prevent myself from cumming. I want to make her cum first and for the first
time I'm willing to forsake my own pleasure for hers. I've been a very
selfish lover with her, but I swear that ends tonight. As of right now I'm
going to do everything I can to make sure Mickie gets just as much if not
more pleasure than I do. It's a tough promise to make considering just how
good Mickie makes me feel, but I believe I'm up to the challenge. And if not
I'll learn how to be up to the challenge.

Holding back my orgasm becomes the most sweetest torture I have ever known as
Mickie's mouth and tongue feel like pure heaven on my pussy.

Finally I know I can't hold back any longer and in one last final effort I
shoved a finger into Mickie's ass hole and began slamming my tongue through
her pussy. At the exact same time I feel something soft slide through my ass
hole and softer slamming its way through my pussy.

Screaming into her cunt I came, cursing myself before I tasted Mickie's cum
on my lips and suddenly realised she was screaming too.

My heart swelled with joy when I realised we were cumming together. Well,
truth be told my heart swelled and my pussy throbbed. The climax I
experienced was powerful, maybe the most powerful ever, and that combined
with the taste of Mickie on my lips drove me on to try and make this the best
orgasm of Mickie's life. God knows it was probably mine.

Don't get me wrong, every climax I have ever experienced with Mickie has been
intense, but this one seemed better somehow. I don't know if it was the fact
that I was finally at peace with myself or whether it was the fact her cum
was pouring down my throat but this orgasm was like the supernova of orgasms.

Apparently I wasn't the only one determined to make this the best ever climax
because Mickie was sucking and fucking me with her mouth, tongue and fingers
more desperately than ever before.

However the orgasm never seem to stop, or perhaps it would be more accurate
to say as soon as the overwhelming pleasure of one orgasm stopped another one
would start right after and so on and so on.

Mickie and I lay there moaning and groaning, fingering and tonguing, licking
and sucking, slurping and swallowing, cumming and cumming for what felt like
hours until finally we had to pull away from each other otherwise we would
probably die from exhaustion.

Unable to stay away from each other for more than a few seconds at that point
we turned our bodies around until we were lying on top of each other, face to
face again.

Our lips crashed together and our tongues thrust into each other's mouths,
our hands everywhere in a desperate need to touch each other, to feel each
other, to show passion for one another.

When oxygen became an issue we broke apart and I collapsed on top of her
breathing hard.

Mickie held me there for a long time as we got our breath back.

Finally I raised my head and smiled, "Ready for more?"

"More! Are you trying to kill me?" She laughed playfully.

"Yes, yes I am." I said, smiling widely to show her I was joking, "I'm trying
to kill you by giving you as many orgasms as possible. And I obviously
haven't given you enough orgasms yet, so.........."

I kind of left my words hanging as I slid my right hand down her soft belly
to her still soaking womanhood to slide two fingers into her, squeezing a
soft little moan from her.

I lay there, fingering her softly, more teasing her than anything else, the
whole time unable and perhaps unwilling to stop myself from grinning.

"You know," Mickie said biting her lip, "If you're really up for
more.......... I've got something we can try, but we don't have too if you
don't want to.......... I just thought it might be fun.........."

"What is it?" I asked, although it didn't really matter.

I think I would have done anything for her at this point.

"Well.........." Mickie said thoughtfully before smiling, "Let me up and I'll
show you."

"Mmmmmm, I'm not sure about that." I said teasingly, before giving her a few
extra hard finger thrusts, causing her to moan even more.

"Please, I promise I'll make it worth your while." Mickie said.

"I'm going to hold you to that." I said, reluctantly removing my fingers and
allowing her to get up.

As she got out of bed I couldn't resist slapping her ass, which caused her to
giggle, and turn around, grinning happily, before trying to give me an evil
glare as if to say 'I'll get you back for that' but not quite pulling it off.
I watched her cute butt wiggle as she walks towards her travelling bags,
bends over and rifles through them.

I get some really naughty thoughts about exactly what I could do with that
ass, before she picks up what she was after, and turns around.

My eyes bug out as I see what she's got in her hand.

I can't believe how big it was.

"Well.......... what do you think?" Mickie asked, biting her lip again.

I suddenly realise it's probably been a while since I said something. I guess
it's time I remedy that.

Looking up at her I grinned widely and said, "I'm wearing it first."



Mickie's POV

"I'm sorry about that sweetie."

Trish says looking directly at me.

"I'm not ashamed of this of us it's just that I want to tell people in my own
time you know."

She adds smiling an ear to ear smile.

"I mean I'm 31 that's pretty late to be coming out of the closet. I'm not
even sure that's the right term for this but you're just going to have to
give me some time ok?"

She adds again.

My brain has frozen I can't think I can't talk heck at this point right now
I'm surprised I'm still breathing due to the fact that what has just happened
wasn't a dream it was real.

An the person that just did that to me wasn't a "dream" version of Trish it
was the real Trish Stratus that just did that to me and it is the real Trish
Stratus who is staring up at me now still wearing her wedding dress.

"You're here."

I say finally almost able to feel my brain slowly unfreeze.

"Yes I've been here for quite a while now. Why didn't you notice?"

Trish laughs.

"You're really here."

I say again my brain evidently having a hard time coping with the information
that it has been given.

"Yes you said that already."

Trish says her smile now going from a happy expression to a confused one.

"You're here as in in this room."

I say again wishing that my brain would accept the information and move on
due to the fact that I feel and sound like a idiot.

"Again yes why? Did you think this was a dream or something?"

Part of me wants to snap at her and say something along the lines of.

"Well duh!"

However I don't say that instead I simply give her a look which tells her or
rather answers her question without me saying a word.

"You thought this was a dream?"

Trish asks evidently shocked and surprised and in a weird way I'm kinda happy
that she is probably due to the fact that that is exacterly how I am feeling
at the moment.

Neither of us say anything for a very long time.

The reason I don't say anything is due to the fact there is only one question
going around and around and in my head and despite the desire for me to ask
this question I don't want to due to the fact that I am worried it will make
me sound like an idiot if I haven't sounded like one already.

Finally I can no longer resist asking the question and so I take a deep
breath and swallow hard.

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to correct a mistake."

Trish says finally after a brief silence.

"I..........I don't understand."

I tell her frowning slightly.

"Well then let me make myself clear."

Trish says smiling at me as she crawls up my body until she and I are face to
face. She then suddenly without warning leans in close to me and I out of
instinct fear shock surprise I don't know what makes do it however I push her
away jump out of bed and back away from both her and the bed as quickly as a
I can.

Trish climbs off of the bed and slowly moves towards me the way a person
might move towards a cornered animal doing their best not to frighten it.

For a long moment we are both silently staring at each other.

Suddenly again without warning Trish reaches forward in an attempt to touch
me.

"Don't touch me."

I snap causing Trish to take a step back.

"Mickie..........I'm..........I'm sorry."

She says instantly making me wonder what exacterly she is sorry for even
though I am not quite sure what she has to be sorry for.

I do my best to try and get my head together due to the fact that I do feel
like a cornered animal in a way in the sense that a lot has happened in the
last ten to twenty minutes and I haven`t been given the chance to get my head
around it nor can I get my head around it.

As I continue to look at Trish and I try and make myself believe that it is
really her.

"How can you be here?"

I ask

"After everything you said to me earlier."

I add not angrily or anything like that simply needing to try and understand
what or rather why Trish is here and hoping maybe by having her tell me I'll
be able to accept it etc.

"I made a mistake."

Trish says.

"I chose something I convinced myself I wanted over something I really
wanted. I chose a normal life over you."

I swallow hard almost immediately feeling myself about ready to cry again and
yet stopping myself due to the fact that I know I need to hear this.

"An I'm sorry."

Trish continues on.

"I really am and I just want to make it up to you."

I think about this for a minute and slowly uncontrollably I begin to laugh
due to the fact or rather due to what Trish done when she arrived

"An you thought that by doing what you just did would make everything between
us alright?"

I ask her sounding sarcastic and yet not meaning to be due to the fact that I
really want to know what she hoped to gain by doing what she did.

"No."

Trish says after a moment of silence.

"Then how?"

I ask her angrily and yet again not meaning to be it seems that for right now
I don't or rather can't seem to control my emotions.

"I don't know how."

Trish says in a unemotional tone of voice.

"An I don't know how I could possibly convince you that I'm telling the truth
or how I can possibly make it up to you."

She adds.

"But you said if there was even the smallest chance that I might love you
then I shouldn't marry Ron and I do and I didn't and I just want to make this
right."

She adds again.

After a minute or two of thinking about what Trish has just said I slowly
hang my head.

"Do you still love me?"

Trish asks causing me to lift my head and look at her.

Part of me wants to tell her no I don`t know why maybe because it would be
the truth and yet I can`t help but feel as though it isn`t the truth.

"When?"

I ask doing my best to move on to a different subject and avoid answering
Trish's question.

"When did you realise that you had made a mistake?"

I ask her making my question clearer.

"When did you know how you felt?"

I add.

Trish sighs which makes me wonder if maybe I've found her out and that what
she is or rather has been saying isn't the truth and that the reason she was
saying all of this was to try and get me to trust her again so that she could
hurt me again.

"I guess."

Trish says suddenly causing me to snap out of my thoughts and focus my
attention on her.

"I've always known..........I just didn't want to let myself
know..........you know?"

Trish says and asks me at the same time.

"However as far as when I realised."

She says continuing on before I have a chance to answer.

"It was before I was about to get married all I could think about was you and
when I got to the altar I had this..........I don't know..........moment of
clarity..........and in this moment I asked myself if I love you and I
finally answered myself honestly."

I swallow hard due to the fact that I had something like that happen to me
too. I had a moment of clarity and my moment of clarity came when I finally
realised/accepted that I was in love with the woman standing before me.

"An then what?"

I ask doing my best not to let any hint of how I am currently feeling slip
out into my tone of voice.

"An then..........I ran."

Trish says finally.

I think about this for a second as I mentally go back to the conversation I
had with Lillian on the telephone and remember what she said and as I do I
realise that Trish is lying to me or at the very least not telling me the
whole truth for some reason.

"So you left Ron at the altar?"

I ask her letting her know via my voice that I don't believe her or rather I
don't believe that that was the end of the wedding the way she says it was.

"No."

Trish says finally.

I swallow hard wishing that Trish would just tell me the truth no matter what
it is and not lie to me.

"So what happened next?"

I ask her hoping that now that I have found her out she will tell me what
really happened.

"We where up to the part in the service where the minister ask the bride and
groom to say their I do's."

Trish says.

"An Ron had already said his and the minister was waiting for me to say mine.
What I said instead however was that I was sorry and that I
couldn't....Meaning that I couldn't marry him."

Trish adds.

"Ron asked the minister if there was somewhere him and me could talk in
private. The minister told him that there was a private room and pointed in
the direction of it. Ron then dragged me into this room."

Trish says which immediately causes me to clench my fists due to me not
liking the thought of anybody being aggressive with Trish.

"He then demanded to know what I meant by what I had just said and I
hesitated in answering him which only made him madder so much so in fact that
he actually swore at me."

Trish continues on.

"What did he say?"

I ask her unable to hide the anger in my voice however it isn't directed
towards her it's directed towards Ron.

"He called me a bitch."

Trish says which causes me to bite my teeth.

"He then demanded again for me to tell him what I meant by I couldn't and so
I told him what I meant was that I couldn't marry him. He then demanded to
know why not and I told him it was because I didn't love him."

At hearing this all of the anger seems to go completely out of me as I relax
my hands and stop biting my teeth.

"He asked me if it was because I was in love with somebody else."

Trish continues.

"I told him that that wasn't what I said. He responded by telling me that I
may not have said it but that that was the reason why I couldn't marry him.
He then guessed that it was you. I don't know how but somehow he knew and he
didn't like it because he started having a go at you."

I smile at this due to Ron having known from the very first time I met him
that I liked Trish in that way and he was right but I tried to convince him
otherwise. I told him that I didn't like Trish in that way and that all we
where was really really good friends. I was lying through my teeth of course
because by that time me and Trish were constantly making love, or having fun
or whatever you want to call it, we were having it and in fact we had it only
hours before that conversation. To this day I don't know if I lied to protect
Trish, or myself, or what Trish and I had, or a combination of the three but
I did, I lied. He didn`t buy it though and he went so far as to threaten me
in order to "protect what is" or rather what WAS his.

"What exacterly did he say?"

I ask her unable to hide or deny my curiosity.

"He said how the moment he saw you he knew you wanted me however he never
thought I'd go all dyke. Those where his words not mine."

I do my best to stop smiling due to the fact that I need to know more of what
happened and how Trish got from the church to here.

"An what happened next?"

I ask.

This causes Trish to smile for some reason.

"Somehow. The right side of Ron's face hit the palm of my right hand."

She says.

I think about this for a moment.

"Somehow the right side of Ron's face hit the palm of her."

I suddenly realise what she is saying as I look at her in shock.

"You slapped him!?"

I ask her.

"Nobody calls me a dyke even if I am one."

Trish says.

"An nobody calls my girl a muff diver even though she is and one of the
best."

She adds.

An although I hear her saying these two things I can't or rather my brain
can't get over the fact that Trish actually hit Ron due to the fact that
Trish has never been physical at least not in that way out side of the ring.

"What happened next?"

I ask her.

"That's when I ran."

Trish says.

"An Ron just let you go?"

I ask her.

"Well he chased me as far as the front door of the church calling me a stupid
whore and saying that he hoped us two dykes are happy together. Those are"

"I know."

I say interrupting Trish.

"Those where his words."

I add finishing off her sentence for her.

I think about everything that Trish has just told me and I can`t help but
smile as I remember my first meeting with Ron and what he said to me and how
he actually thought that he could intimidate me.

"He really was a jerk."

I say not meaning to say what I just said out loud and yet unable to stop
myself.

"What makes you say that?"

Trish asks me.

I pause for a minute wondering weather or not to tell her however I quickly
make the decision to tell her due to the fact that she just told me the truth
about what really happened between her and Ron and so in a way I guess I owe
her.

"Do you remember the first time I ever came to Toronto with the WWE?"

I ask her.

"For whatever reason you didn't introduce me to your family and friends."

I add doing my best not to sound angry or bitter or anything like that.

"But you did introduce me to him although I kind of wish you didn't."

I continue on.

"We were just hanging out together and when you went to the bathroom he
threatened me."

Trish looks at me as her expression goes from no expression to shock.

"He told me he knew what I was and I shouldn't waste my time because you're
not a rug muncher like me and if I ever tried anything with you he would make
me regret touching what was his."

I add unable to believe that he told me that Trish wasn't the same as me due
to me not understanding in what context he meant that she wasn't the same as
me until he called me a "rug muncher" and that was why I said that I wish she
hadn`t introduced him to me or me to him because it was the first time we had
ever met and yet he had the nerve or rather the audacity to accuse me of
being gay and the really weird thing is I spent along time after that
wondering how he knew that I was gay.

I also worried that he would tell Trish and thereby ruin my relationship with
her I can only assume that he didn't he must have thought that his warning
had been good enough because later that night Trish came into one of the many
guest rooms of her house that I was sleeping in and came in to "check on me."
When deep down I think she simply came into have some "fun" due to the fact
that I heard her and Ron going at it and I guess "big bad" Ron isn't as "big"
or as bad as he likes to make out because if he was Trish would never have
come to me that night to "check on me."

"Mickie I'm sorry."

Trish says.

"Yeah you've been saying that a lot."

I say knowing that she means it and not meaning to make fun and yet I can't
help but point out the fact that she has been saying that a lot.

"You know I've been dreaming about you telling me you felt the same way about
me for a long time."

I say after taking a deep breath.

"Didn't imagine it like this though."

I add honestly.

Trish goes to say something however before she can utter a word I quickly
interupt her.

"I still love you."

I tell her honestly.

"But."

I start to say and then stop due to me not really sure how to put what I want
to say next.

"But?"

Trish says evidently wanting me to go on.

"When you broke my heart earlier you destroyed our friendship."

I say thinking about what I am saying and hoping that Trish understands.

"We need to rebuild that friendship first. An that's going to take time. We
need time to make sure this is what we both really want trust needs to be
rebuilt or perhaps just built and."

I stop and decide to stop speaking from my head and speak from my heart.

"Couldn't we just skip it? Couldn't you just take me in your arms and tell me
every things going to be ok?"

Trish stands where she is for a minute and then starts to slowly walk up to
me and does exacterly what I asked her to do.

She takes me into her arms and kisses me softly.

"Everything's going to be ok."

She says giving me a small smile as she pulls me into a much deeper kiss than
the one she just gave me and as we kiss I wrap my arms around her as I feel
her slowly slid her tongue into my mouth where my tongue meets it and caress
it.

We kissing for a while before Trish pulls me upwards and pushing me back
against the wall. I wrap my legs around her as our kissing grows more and
more passionate she wants me as much as I want her she needs me as much as I
need her.

Trish then carries me over to the bed like she did when I thought that I was
dreaming only now I know I'm not dreaming this is a dream come true. She lays
me down and we once again start kissing again we press our bodies together
and make out for what feels and seems like forever before Trish breaks the
kiss again and starts to make her way down my body.

"Stop."

I tell her causing Trish to do just that and look up at me curiously.

"I want you too."

I tell her meaning that I don`t want it to be her pleasuring me or me
pleasuring her I want it to be us pleasuring one and other at the same time.

"How?"

Trish asks me evidently getting my meaning.

I smile an ear to ear smile.

"Ever heard of a 69?"

I ask her.

I wait to see what Trish says or does.

Trish stands up rather awkwardly and takes her wedding dress off as fast as
she can despite how beautiful she looks in the dress I can't deny I like
seeing her out of it as well. Mind you I do hope she keeps the dress maybe
one day "we" will need it.

She then very quickly removes her panties before stopping.

I keep my eyes locked on her watching everything she does wondering what she
is thinking.

Finally she removes her stockings.

Now that she is completely naked she climbs back onto the bed and we start
kissing again our bodies rub together like they did before only now it's
flesh on flesh our nipples are rubbing against one and other's making both
pairs hard and our pussies are pressing against one and other.

Trish once again begins to make her way down my body kissing everywhere she
can as she does I don't stop her this time as she reaches my breasts and she
very eagerly takes my right nipple into her mouth and sucks on it gently
which I am grateful for her doing because if she sucked on it hard I think I
would explode just from her doing that mind you I'm surprised I'm not
exploding at the mere fact she is sucking on my nipple due to her having
never done it before she then moves to the left nipple and does the same
thing again she then moves back and forth between the two doing her best to
worship is the only way I can describe what she is doing. She does her best
to worship both of my breasts equally before slowly going further down.

"Wait."

I tell her causing Trish to sigh as she looks up at me.

"What?"

She says evidently not liking the fact that I have stopped her and a small
part of me doesn't like the fact that I have stopped her either due to her
next stop down my body would have been my pussy.

However I do my best to ignore that small part of me that is angry with
myself as I gesture with my head for her to come back up and Trish does
exacterly that she crawls back up my body until are eye level with one and
other.

After a minute I slide down Trish's body and immediately or rather as soon as
I get close enough to them I latch my mouth onto her left nipple which causes
her to moan she continues to moan as I basically do exacterly what she did to
me I worship her breasts caressing them with my hands and sucking gently on
her nipples even though I'm not sure weather if I sucked hard on them she
would explode like I would have done had Trish sucked hard on mine due to me
having sucked on her nipples before.

After a while I decide it's time we moved our love making on and so I move
sideways and Trish copies my movements so that we end up in the position we
both want to be in the 69 position.

Almost as soon as we are in position Trish attacks my pussy the way a thirsty
animal would attack a bowl of water.

"MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!"

I moan with an ear to ear smile on my face as I return the favour doing my
best to focus on pleasuring Trish due to the fact I owe her two orgasms for
the two she gave me earlier.

Despite my plan to give Trish at least two orgasms with my mouth Trish
certainly isn't making it easy for me as I feel her slide her tongue into my
pussy and explore the inside of my cunt making me moan softly sometimes and
other times make me almost cry out with pleasure and while her tongue is
exploring my insides so to speak her lips are stuck to my outer pussy lips
and she is sucking for all that she is worth.

It becomes obvious that unless I do something I'm going to cum for the third
time today and that is something that I don't want to do at least not without
having made Trish cum at least once and so I decide to show Trish just how
good of a muff diver I am.

I let my tongue caress the inside of her pussy while at the same time
slamming it as far as I can get it in her pussy. Trish soon starts to gently
hump my face partly of her own acord and partly due to me having both hands
on her ass cheeks and I'm pulling her down onto me trying to get my tongue to
go as far into her as I can get it.

I think my actions are having the desired affect due to Trish's tongue going
crazy inside my pussy which causes me to squirm just like she is squirming
above me however despite how much we are both squirming neither one of us
breaks contact with the other as we continue on pushing one and other closer
and closer to the edge I decide that if am going to win this war then I need
to pull out all the stops and so I decide to use not just my mouth but also
my fingers or rather a finger only I`m not going to use it on Trish`s pussy
my mouth already has that covered quite literally no I`m going to attack her
other hole.

Suddenly I feel Trish shove a finger into my ass and she starts to slam her
tongue into my pussy luckily I manage to do the same thing a second after she
has done it to me and we both explode at the same time screaming at the top
of our voices.

Despite how good the orgasm is I do my best to maintain control and focus as
I continue to suck and fuck Trish with my mouth tongue and fingers the
pleasure doesn't seem to stop for either one of us as we lay where we are
moaning and groaning fingering and tonguing licking and sucking slurping and
swallowing cumming and cumming until finally we pull away from each other.

However we can't stay away from one and other for very long and within a
matter of a few seconds we are laying on top of one and other only this time
we are face to face and as soon as we look into one and other's eyes we lock
lips as our hands explore one and other's bodies.

We don't break contact with one and other except for when we need air that is
the only time we break apart from one and other.

Once we have both gotten our breath back Trish lifts her head and smiles at
me.

"Ready for more?"

She asks me.

"More!"

I ask her.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

I add jokingly.

"Yes yes I am."

Trish says with an ear to ear smile on her face.

"I'm trying to kill you by giving you as many orgasms as possible. An I
obviously haven't given you enough orgasms yet so."

Trish stops and simply keeps her eyes locked with mine as I wait for her to
finish her sentence however she doesn't do that instead what she does is she
slides a hand down my belly to my soaking wet pussy and slides two fingers
into me causing me to moan.

We both stay where we are me underneath Trish with her fingering me and as
she is or does we keep eye contact with one and other both grinning like two
chesire cats.

"You know."

I say able to think of something better for us to do than finger one and
other.

"If you're really up for more. I've got something we can try but we don't
have too if you don't want to. I just thought it might be fun."

I tell her wondering if maybe what I am thinking about us doing is a bit too
much too soon.

"What is it?"

Trish asks me.

"Well."

I say smiling an ear to ear smile.

"Let me up and I'll show you."

I add.

"Mmmmm."

Trish says acting like she is genuinely thinking about it when I know for a
fact she isn't.

"I'm not sure about that."

She says as I feel her finger poke my pussy a number of times causing me to
moan.

"Please."

I beg playfully.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while."

I add.

"I'm going to hold you to that."

Trish says as I feel her remove her fingers and allows me to get out from
under her. I slowly get off the bed however as I do I feel the palm of
Trish's hand hit my backside and hear her giggle.

I turn around and look at her and smile however I quickly change my
expression and go from smiling to looking at her seriously at least that is
what I try and do.

I then walk over to my suitcase and rife through it.

Once I find what I am looking for I turn around and show it to Trish.

Trish's expression changes immediately from a happy smile to one of shock.

"Well."

I say smiling an ear to ear smile.

"What do you think?"

I ask her hoping that she likes it and that she is willing for us to use it.

Trish slowly turns her attention from the thing in my hands to me or rather
to my face and smiles an ear to ear smile.

"I'm wearing it first."

She says.

I can't help but look at her in shock due to the fact that I didn't expect
her to say this however as I think about it my thoughts which from the moment
I first thought about us using this strap on have all been images of me
fucking Trish with the strap on in different positions now the images are
different the positions are the same in point of fact everything is the same
the only thing that is different is that in the images it's me who is getting
fucked and it is Trish who is doing the fucking instead of it being the other
way around.

"Alright."

I say curious to see if the reality is as good as the image.

"Do you know how to put it on?"

I ask her curious.

Trish simply looks at me in a way that lets me know that she doesn't.

"Would you like me to show you how you put it on?"

I then ask her.

"While you're putting it on me?"

Trish asks me.

I smile an ear to ear smile.

"Of course."

I tell her.

Trish nods her head.

An so Trish climbs off the bottom of the bed and stands there waiting for me
and I quickly walk over to her and once I reach her I immediately get down on
to my knee's and put the strap on onto Trish taking her through what I am
doing as I do it so that next time which I hope there will be a next time she
will be able to put it on herself.

It doesn't take me long to have the strap on securely fastened around Trish's
genitals and once it is I look up at Trish who is looking down at me.

"Now."

I say looking forward to what I am about to do next.

"As with a real cock you need to."

I think about the best way to say what I want to say.

"Get it ready before you put it in."

I say not sure how else to describe it.

"Now there are one of two ways you can do this."

I add feeling like I am teaching a virgin which in a way I am which is kinda
exciting.

"One is you can use some kind of lubrication like Vaseline or KY Jelly which
we don't have either of."

I tell her.

"So I guess that means we're going to have to go with the second way?"

Trish asks me still smiling an ear to ear smile.

I nod my head.

"An that would be?"

Trish then asks.

"That would be this."

I say taking a hold of the dildo/strap on and positioning it so that it is
directly in front of my mouth and keeping my eyes locked on Trish's I move
forward and slowly take the head of the cock into my mouth.

Effortlessly I swallow the head of the large fake cock taking half of it into
my mouth on the first try due to me having lubed the dildo with my mouth
before only before tonight the reason why I lubed the dildo was for me to use
it to fuck myself not have somebody else fuck me with it. I close my lips
around the shaft and began to gently bob up and down on it keeping my eyes
locked with Trish's wanting to see her facial expression and I have to say I
am surprised that her facial expression hasn't changed at least it doesn't
look like it she is still smiling the same ear to ear smile as she watches me
suck her fake cock.

Trish's facial expression does change as I lower my head even further until I
am deep throating the whole 12 inch dildo without gagging.

Having always been a lesbian I have never ever sucked a real cock or a man's
cock if you will. However I have had plenty of experience sucking fake cocks
or dildo's either so that I can use them to fuck myself or so that my partner
at the time could fuck me with the dildo or the strap on depending on weather
we where just using the dildo or we where using the strap on.

So needless to say I have a lot of experience when it comes to sucking a fake
cock/dildo and I have to admit that to begin with I didn't really like doing
it however over time I have come to accept that it is something which needs
to be done like I said to Trish before you can use it you need to get it
ready.

An that is the way I have always considered sucking a dildo/fake cock it's
simply a means to an end and the end being is me or my partner using it on
me.

However the fact that this dildo is "attached" to Trish makes this different
unlike all of the other times when I was sucking it simply to get it ready
this time I am honestly actually enjoying the sucking part of it and the
weird thing is I don't know why maybe it's because it's Trish.

Not that I really care what the reason is I just hope Trish is enjoying the
show that I am putting on.

After a little more lubricating I stop and slowly remove the dildo/fake cock
from my mouth.

"I think that is enough."

I say looking at the now well lubed fake cock/dildo.

"In that case."

Trish says causing me to once again look up at her.

"Get back onto the bed lay down and spread your legs for me."

Trish says looking down at me with a serious expression on her face.

I slowly nod my head as I get to my feet climb onto the bed as soon as I am
on the bed I roll over onto my back and spread my legs as far as they will go
and hold them there with my hands.

I watch as Trish turns around and positions the dildo/fake cock at the
entrance to my pussy and just when I think she is about to enter me with it
she stops and looks up at me with a look of concern on her face.

"What's wrong?"

I ask her never liking to see her anything apart from happy or smiling.

"If you're supposed to get this ready."

Trish says gesturing to the dildo.

"Don't you think we need to get this ready?"

She then asks gesturing to my pussy.

"You know something."

I say with an ear to ear smile.

"Your right."

I add as I spit on my fingers and use the spit on my fingers to help get my
pussy ready keeping my eyes locked with Trish due to the shocked expression
on her face as she watches me play with myself even though as soon as I touch
myself I immediately feel wetness which makes me think that maybe I didn't
need to get myself ready due to the thought etc already helped get me ready.

"Is that enough?"

I ask her once I am satisfied that I am "well prepared."

"Yes."

Trish says as she looks down at the dildo and positions it at the entrance to
my cunt and slowly begins to move forward causing the dildo to enter me. I
close my eyes allowing the fact that the woman I love Trish Stratus is taking
me with a strap on dildo to wash over me as well as the feelings that the
dildo causes in me. It's almost overwhelming. I had dreamed of this but I had
resigned myself to the very real possibility that it would never happen and
now that it finally is it's so beyond amazing.

Trish continues to slide more of the dildo into me until she has the whole
dildo inside of me. It's weird, I've taken that dildo, and ones just like it
before, but I've never felt this, I don't know, full. I just can't think
about the way to describe it. It's like in my mind the dildo is somehow part
of Trish, and now she's inside me which makes this a thousand times better
than any other time with myself or with another woman because I can honestly
say I've never loved a woman like Trish before.

For the first time since she started sliding that big dildo into me I open my
eyes and look up into hers. She looks a little concerned for some reason but
I don't know why.

"Are you ok?"

Trish asked nervously which kind of confused me.

I mean, ok? How can the word 'ok' possibly justify how I'm feeling right now.
I don't even think I can find the right words to justify how beyond 'ok' I'm
feeling, so I don't even try and just nod my head and smile at her warmly.

Trish returned my smile and we stared at each other for a few moments before
the silence was broken again.

"Can I fuck you now?"

Trish finally said, her voice dripping with lust.

Once again I can't find the right words to justify how much I want, need, and
crave her to fuck me so I simply nod and smile again, which is quickly
followed by a long moan as she slowly slides the dildo out until only the
head is still inside of me and then starts to thrust it into me.

"Oh Trish."

I moan loving what Trish is doing to me.

"Yes Mickie?"

Trish asks.

I was only really moaning her name out of pleasure, I never intended to ask
her a question or anything, but now that I think about it, seeing as I have
her attention, there is something I want to ask her.

"Please, fuck me."

I tell her.

"Please fuck me hard!"

I add.

I'm able to hear the desire in my own voice and it's really not surprising
considering how worked up Trish has me after only a little fucking. I just
can't help it, I'm so horny for her right now and I want her, I want her to
go faster, deeper and harder inside of me, to take me, to take me as hers. I
want the woman I love to take me and make me hers.

Trish smiles at me as I feel her begin to do what I asked her, increasing the
force of her pace, going faster, deeper and harder inside of me, taking me,
taking me as hers.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

I moan uncontrollably.

"Does that feel good Mickie?"

Trish asks me somewhat cockily as she continues to pound my pussy. Then again
she has a right to be cocky considering how good she is making me feel.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

I moan in response, unable to form words in that moment because I'm so
overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body.

"Good."

Is all Trish says before she increases her pace even more, using what I hope
is her full strength to fuck me with that big strap on dildo. I say hopefully
partly because I'm not sure my pussy can take anything harder than this, but
mostly because I don't want her to hold back, I want her to give me all she
has and I truly believe that now she is.

When Trish starts really ramming me with the dildo I let go of my legs and
allow them to wrap themselves around Trish's waist, using them to pull her
into me on every inward stroke, and delighting as Trish forces them to loosen
so she can pull out with just the power of her pumping hips. It makes me feel
like she's taking me and there's absolutely nothing that is going to stop her
from doing so, not that I want anything to stop it. I love it, and I can't
get enough of it.

"Oh my god that feels good!"

I moan out loud, finally managing to find my voice however when I finally do,
all that comes out is this phrase, which I repeat over and over again, and
her name which I also moan over and over again.

Apparently Trish doesn't mind though, in fact my words seem to drive her on
as she continues to pound into me over and over and over again as she gives
me the most powerful and wonderful fucking of my life.

I think back to all my previous sexual experiences and can't think of a
single one which has ever made me feel this good, with the only possible
exceptions being any time I've been with Trish, specifically that 69 we had
because all the other times were either selfishly one-sided or I thought they
weren't real. With the 69 we were intimately connected, but this is also
intimate in a different way, plus I get the sensation of her taking me like
no one has ever taken me before. Ok so technically I've had other women fuck
me before with all manners of dildos, among other things, but it's never been
this special to me before, and not one of the women I had previously been
with could even pretend to hold a candle to Trish. I swear, even that super
top dyke I spent a long weekend with a couple of years back didn't pound my
pussy this good.

I try and hold back my orgasm as best I could to enjoy this beyond awesome
pussy pounding, but the sensations are just too overwhelming and it all
becomes too much. My body begins to shake prematurely and I quickly begin to
feel myself getting ready to cum.

"OH TRISH!"

I cry as I feel myself finally explode and I have yet another wonderful
orgasm courtesy of the woman I love, Trish Stratus.

An as I get over my orgasm Trish continues to pound my pussy however as I get
over my orgasm Trish slows down until she eventually stops fucking my pussy
completely and slowly slides the dildo out.

I lay there for awhile, puffing and panting as I tried to get over my orgasm,
Trish kneeling over me, watching me come down from my high.

"Was that ok?"

Trish said finally, biting her lip as if she's nervous about the answer or
something, which is insane considering just how wonderfully hard she just
fucked me.

"That was fantastic."

I say once I finally get my breath back.

"Fantastic."

Trish says with a smile.

"I can live with fantastic."

Silence falls between us again and I can't help staring at her, the beautiful
naked body of the goddess known as Trish Stratus kneeling over me with a
massive 12 inch strap on tied tightly around her waist. She looked so
powerful and dominating I couldn't help but find myself wet and raring to go
again.

I thought about asking to do it again in a different position but then
another thought crossed my mind. I don't know if Trish will be into this or
not, and if she's not that's cool, it's just that the thought that just
popped into my head is so hot I just can't stop myself from asking to see if
she'd be willing to do it.

"Trish."

I say, a little hesitantly.

I can't help being nervous, given what I am about to ask her to do, but I'm
so hot right now that I wasn't about to let some nerves get in the way of
what could be a fantastic sexual experience, not just for me but hopefully
for Trish too.

Trish looks at me with a small smile.

"Yeah."

She says finally.

"Would you do something for me?"

I ask her feeling a little nervous about asking her this and yet feeling that
it is the right time for me to ask her.

"What is it?"

She asks me.

Rather than say what it is I want or rather I would like for her to do I
decide to show her and so I slowly roll over onto my stomach and then get up
onto my hands and knees and look back at Trish. Deciding to go full force
with this I reach back with one hand and spread my butt cheeks, exposing my
dripping pussy and puckered ass hole, before giving her the sexiest look I
possessed and asked her for what I wanted.

"I was wondering, if you could fuck my ass?"



Trish's POV

I've heard of a strap on before but I've never actually seen one and I
certainly haven't thought of using one but from the moment Mickie pulled hers
out of her bag all I can think about is fucking her with it. I don't know
exactly what I would be doing however it's more or less self-explanatory. But
I want to do this, I want to please her, I want to make her happy. I'm pretty
sure Mickie wanted to use it on me but I came here wanting to make things
right and part of that for me is to make this night about her, for her to
come first, especially when it comes to the love making. I wanted to say
something like 'I'm wearing it' but I added the word 'first' on the end
because it's a little less demanding and I have to admit I'm a little curious
to see if she can use that thing, but first I definitely want to attend to
her needs.

Mickie thinks about my request for a moment before finally replying,
"Alright, do you know how to put it on?"

I think about the question for a minute. I'm pretty sure I could figure it
out, but I kind of like the idea of Mickie helping me into it so I give her a
look which hopefully tells her I might need a little help.

"Would you like me to show you how to put it on?" Mickie asked.

I smiled and said "While you're putting it on me?"

Mickie returned the smile and said, "Of course."

And with that I got off the bed and stood waiting for Mickie to strap me in.
I didn't have to wait long.

Walking over and kneeling before me Mickie held out the harness for me to
step into and pulled it tightly around my waist, making sure I was watching
what she was doing so next time I wouldn't need her help, although I kind of
like her helping me because I get the very sexy visual of her kneeling before
me which is even better than I imagined.

"Now," Mickie said, once the dildo was securely around my waist, "As with a
real cock you need to.......... get it ready before you put it in. Now there
are one of two ways you can do this. One is you can use some kind of
lubricant like Vaseline or KY jelly which we don't have either of."

I smiled. Mickie was speaking as if she was teaching a lesson in sex
education, but I kind of guess where this is going, and I liked it.

"So I guess that means we're going to have to go with the second way?" I
said, still smiling.

Mickie nodded her head.

"And that would be?" I asked, wanting her to say it.

"That would be this." Mickie said, taking the base of the shaft in her hand
before sliding the tip of the dildo into her mouth, swallowing it with ease
and taking half of it on her first try, keeping her eyes locked with mine the
whole time.

Fuck. I had wanted her to say something nasty but this is so much hotter than
that. Watching that dildo disappearing into her mouth like that..........
fuck, and now she's bobbing her head up and down the shaft, taking more of it
each time until she's deep throating the entire 12 inch strap on without a
hint of gagging.

I thought she said she was gay? How could a lesbian be this good at sucking
cock?

Then the answer came to me. It was simple really. Mickie had learned to suck
cock from getting that huge dildo of hers ready to be used on either herself
or some other lucky girl. Again I feel insanely and hypocritically jealous at
the idea of Mickie being with someone else, but I pushed that thought out of
my mind and desperately tried to concentrate on the woman I love giving me
head.

It's weird but looking down at her on the floor, kneeling before me, sucking
on that dildo as if it were real makes me feel.......... I don't
know.......... powerful.......... and dominant. I kind of want to reach down,
pick her up, throw her on the bed, mount her, and give her the fucking of a
lifetime, but I don't want this to be too rough, I want this to be slow,
gentle and loving, not fast, hard and rough.......... although that sounds
very hot.......... oh come on Stratus, get a hold of yourself.......... I've
got to remember this night is supposed to be about her and what she wants,
not what I want. Not that I don't want it slow, gentle and loving, because I
do, it's just that fast, hard and rough sounds good too.

"I think that is enough." Mickie said, when she took her mouth off the dildo.

This awoke me from my thoughts, but those thoughts have been all about
fucking her so now the dildo was ready what was stopping me from making some
of those thoughts a reality?

"In that case." I said, looking down at her lustfully, "Get back onto the
bed, lay down and spread your legs for me."

Mickie nodded her head, got up and onto the bed. Once she was in the middle
of the bed she rolled onto her back spread her legs and pulled them up to her
chest, exposing her pretty pink pussy which I had just enjoyed snacking on
for the dildo now strapped around my waist. God, she looks so vulnerable, and
exposed, and sexy like that, all open for me, ready and willing. I can't wait
to take her.

Climbing onto the bed I position the head of the dildo against the entrance
of her pussy before stopping myself. I know my new 'cock' is wet and ready
from her mouth, but is her pussy ready?

"What's wrong?" Mickie asked me.

Obviously she spotted the look of concern on my face.

"If you're supposed to get this ready, don't you think we need to get this
ready?" I said, pointing first to the strap on and then to her pussy.

Mickie looked thoughtful for a moment before she smiled, "You know something?
You're right."

And with that Mickie spat on her fingers and started to rub her pussy with
her spit covered fingers, openly beginning to masturbate in front of me. I'm
both incredibly shocked and turned on by the sight of my lover pleasuring
herself in front of me, preparing herself for me, to the point where I become
lost in the beautiful sight of her fingers sliding in and out of herself and
the soft little moans she squeezes from herself in doing so.

"Is that enough?" Mickie asked me after fingering herself for a little while.

In some ways I would have liked for her to continue the show, but it's got me
so turned on all I wanted to do right now was fuck her so I quickly get the
head of my dildo pressed up against the entrance to her pussy after giving
her a quick, "Yes."

Sliding into her I hear her moan loudly and I turn my attention from her
pussy to her face just in time to see her eyes close. I'm not sure what to
make of this. Did I go too fast? Did I hurt her? Mickie doesn't seem to be
complaining but all the same I give her a little while before I slide some
more in, and then some more, and then some more, and so on until finally I
slide the whole 12 inch dildo all the way inside her.

Mickie has been moaning throughout me sliding into her, but she hasn't said a
word or opened her eyes.

Just when I was starting to worry Mickie finally opens her eyes and looks up
at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked, a little unsure of myself.

Mickie nods her head and smiles at me which takes away all my fears and
doubts leaving only love and horniness behind, although mainly horniness. I
mean, here I am with a 12 inch fake cock strapped around my legs and every
single inch of it is buried inside the beautiful and incredibly sexy woman I
love and now I know she's ok all I can think about is fucking her senseless.

Nevertheless I try and control myself, wanting to give Mickie plenty of time
to relax around the 12 inch monster inside of her before continuing.

So I return the smile and just lay there with her, staring into her eyes and
becoming lost in the love I see reflecting back at me. After everything I've
done to her it amazes me that Mickie could love me this much, and even though
I don't really deserve it I'm going to try and earn that love I see in her
eyes. And I know just where to start.

"Can I fuck you now?" I asked, failing dismally to keep the lust out of my
voice.

Mickie nodded her head again, and rather than waiting for a more affirmative
answer I began to slide out of her, listening to her long, soft moans as I do
so until only the head of my strap on remains inside her. After the briefest
of pauses I plunged back into her, burying every single inch inside her wet
and accommodating pussy, causing her to cry out.

"Oh Trish!"

I'm pretty sure that was just a rhetorical moan but I can't help ask her
somewhat cockily, "Yes Mickie?"

Her eyes becoming locked with mine again Mickie gives me a look of pure
unadulterated lust and said "Please fuck me! Please fuck me hard!"

I had wanted to gently make love to her before, but now I'm here and Mickie
just seems so horny and needy I just can't deny her what she wants. I don't
think I could ever deny my girl what she wants.

I smiled down at her and began to slide my strap on in and out of her,
gradually settling into a steady rhythm as the two words I just referred to
Mickie as echo in my mind.

My girl.

That's what Mickie is now as far as I'm concerned. My girl. She's my girl and
nobody elses! And I'm going to show her, I'm going to show her she's all
mine! I'm going to make her all mine. I'm going to take her and make her all
mine!

Mickie begins screaming and moaning with pleasure as I pound her pussy, going
harder, faster and deeper into her on every stroke.

"Does that feel good Mickie?" I asked my girl as I continued to show her that
is exactly what she is.

Mickie moans something incoherent which only makes me fuck that sweet little
pussy of hers even harder just to see what other sounds like that I can get
out of her.

I wait for a more coherent response but get nothing.

"Good." I said, choosing to take her moaning as a good sign before beginning
to pound her with every ounce of my strength, wanting to give my girl
everything I have.

My girl seems to appreciate the extra hard fucking I'm now giving her as she
wraps her pretty legs around my waist and uses them to help push me into her
needy hole on every in stroke. I start to wonder again if she's been letting
other girls fuck her during our time together, again not that I'd have any
right to blame her if she did it's just that if she has I want to erase all
sorts of those other girls from her mind with this fucking. I want to be her
everything, her whole world. I want to be her girl just as much as I want her
to be mine and I'm intent on doing that tonight.

I suddenly realised that she's not a virgin. Ok well, so I noticed that
earlier, but the point is that if she was telling the truth about being a
lesbian that means she probably let a girl take her cherry with a dildo,
maybe even a strap on like this one, not to mention that if she had this
thing in her suitcase it probably means she's used it before on other girls
and had it used on her by other girls. This thought causes my irrationally
jealous mind to wander as I think about all the different types of girls who
could have fucked her, in all sorts of ways and I want to fuck her better
than any of them. Mickie is mine, she's my girl now and I'm determined to
make her forget about all those other girls with a long hard pussy pounding,
ending in the type of toe curling orgasm I should have been giving her from
the beginning.

My girl has started to talk again but it's not very coherent. She's mostly
just saying things like, "Oh my God!" and, "That feels so good!" and, "Fuck
me!" and, my name over and over again in random order to the point where I'm
not even sure she knows what she's saying, but it's so, so sexy.

My girl's words drive me crazy with lust and I start pounding into her little
pussy like a woman possessed, somehow finding even more strength behind my
thrusts into her, loving the feeling of her legs tightening and relaxing
their grip around my waist as I continue to fuck Mickie, slamming in and out,
in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, until finally her body begins
to shake and she cries out my name.

"Oh Trish!"

I don't miss a stroke inside of her, continuing to slam fuck her cunt as I
feel it tightening around my strap on as my sweet girl Mickie James climaxes
underneath me. As her climax begins to die down I reluctantly began to slow
my thrusting, partly because I'm a little tired from fucking her but mostly
because I just want to make sure she's ok. When I finally come to a stop I
slowly pull out of her and give her a few moments to catch her breath.

"Was that ok?" I asked, biting my lip when I decided she had had enough time
to catch her breath.

"That was fantastic." Mickie replied dreamily.

"Fantastic." I said with a smile, "I can live with fantastic."

Silence falls between us and I become lost in staring at her, at my girl, the
beautiful woman who I was almost stupid enough to give up today. I can't
believe I would choose anything over this girl, but I almost did, and I can
only promise myself it will never happen again. From now on I'll happily
devote my life into making it up to her, to my sweet girl, Mickie James.

"Trish." Mickie said, awaking me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said, looking at her with a smile.

"Would you do something for me?" she said nervously.

Considering everything we've just done I'm surprise she's nervous, especially
when I'm more or less willing to do just about anything for her right now.

"What is it?" I asked her, ready and willing to do just about anything she'd
ask.

Instead of answering me right away Mickie rolled on to her stomach, got up
onto her hands and knees, reached back to spread her ass cheeks exposing
herself so beautifully to me while looking back at me with a blatantly sexual
look.

"I was wondering, if you could fuck my ass?"

I say and do nothing for a few moments, I just kneel there, practically
drooling as I stare at the hot ass that the woman I love has just asked me to
fuck. I can honestly say I've never thought of doing anything like this
before but now it's being offered to me I just want to slam this strap on up
Mickie's ass and butt fuck this beautiful woman to screaming orgasm.

Awakening myself from my thoughts a wicked smile crosses my face.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked her, the huge grin staying glued to
my face.

"Well.......... you don't have too if you don't want too." Mickie said,
biting her lip nervously.

"Oh, I want to.......... I'm just wondering.......... because we don't have
any KY or anything.......... where are we going to find lubricant?" I said in
mock cluelessness as I slid my fingers over Mickie's pussy.

Apparently Mickie really likes the idea of me butt fucking her because her
pussy is dripping wet and only seems to get wetter as I begin to gently tease
her horny hole.

"I have an idea." Mickie moaned, sadly not in the mood to play games it
seems, but I was persistent.

"Really?" I said, still pretending to be clueless as I ran my fingers around
her pussy lips, "Where?"

"You know where." Mickie said, raising her ass for me so I could have better
access.

"I'm afraid I don't sweetie. But.........." I slid two fingers into her
pussy, causing her to let out a long moan, "If you're not going to tell
me.......... I guess I could always use your pussy juice. And my my there
seems to be a lot of it. I guess you're really getting off on the idea of me
butt fucking you don't you?"

"Uh-huh." Mickie groaned in reply.

"That's just what I thought you dirty girl." I chuckled as I gently finger
fucked her before sliding my fingers upwards to her ass hole.

Sliding my fingers over her puckered rosebud I coated her tight little back
door with her pussy juices before collecting some more from her wet source
and repeating the process. I did this for a while before eventually pushing
my index finger slowly inside her ass hole causing her to moan. I had already
had my finger inside her ass earlier but this time it wasn't something to add
to her pleasure, although I hope in some way she enjoyed it, the purpose of
it was to lubricate her back passage for the invasion to come.

And what an invasion. I had 12 inches strapped around my waist, and although
Mickie had taken it all in her pussy I couldn't help wonder if she'd be able
to fit this monster into her ass or not. I knew I wanted to shove as much of
this dildo up her ass as possible but at the same time I didn't want to give
her more than she could take.

Concentrating on the task of stretching out Mickie's shit hole, I slowly slid
a second well lubricated finger into her poop shoot and gently coated the
inside of her rectum with her own liquid. I continued butt fucking her with
my fingers for a long time, partly to make sure she was ready but partly
because I kind of wanted to tease her before inevitably removing my fingers
and placing the tip of my strap on at the portal of her bowels.

I was about to start forcing my way inside her butt when suddenly a wicked
thought of how to tease her just a little more popped into my head.

"You want this big cock Mickie?" I asked teasingly, as I slid the head of the
dildo up and down her ass crack, "You want this big cock inside you?"

"Yes." Mickie moaned in response.

"Where?" I asked, continuing to tease her ass, "Where do you want this big
cock Mickie?"

"My ass." Mickie replied, "I want that big cock in my ass. I want YOUR big
cock in my ass!"

"You want MY cock in your ass?" I laughed, finding it both comical and
incredibly sexy just how horny she is.

"Only yours." Mickie said, removing anything I found funny about the
situation and replacing it with love and lust.

"Well," I said, trying to maintain control, "If you want it, why don't you
ask nicely for it, for MY cock then?"

"Oh please Trish, give me your cock." Mickie moaned, offering up her ass to
me, "Stick your beautiful cock in my ass and fuck me. Please Trish, I want
it. I need it. I need your big, beautiful cock in my ass!"

"You need it?" I said, my voice dripping with lust, "Then take it!"

And with that I slid the head and the first few inches of my strap on through
her butt hole and into her rectum causing her to gasp and clench onto the bed
sheets with one hand and her ass cheek with the other.

I stopped immediately, not wanting my horniness to cause her any unnecessary
pain, but sooner than I would have expected her grip relaxes and she finally
lets go of her butt cheek, places her other hand back on the bed before
raising her ass to me again, silently begging me to fill her with strap on
cock.

I waited a few moments before easing a couple more inches into her welcoming
bowels before stopping, much to her annoyance. I swear every time I'd stop
Mickie would let out a little moan of frustration before pressing herself
back to me. My girl was obviously no stranger to anal sex from the way her
ass was swallowing my cock and I do mean that literally. Looking down at it
Mickie's ass seemed almost hungry for my strap on the way it eagerly
stretched around that piece of man made meat. It wasn't long before my hips
came to rest against her soft butt cheeks, announcing my girl had taken every
inch of that monster up her ass.

"Are you ok?" I said, still amazed that not only had Mickie taken the entire
12 inches in her ass but she had done it in what must have been in record
time.

"I'm ok." Mickie croaked, sounding as if speaking was a problem for her right
now.

Maybe the strap on had skewered her like a pig and now that huge dildo was
coming out of her mouth.

"How does it feel?" I asked curiously.

I had taken it up the butt before, but never with something as big as what
was strapped around my waist right now.

"Good." Mickie groaned lustfully, "Really, really good."

"Butt slut." I laughed, meaning it as a joke.

"Your butt slut." Mickie moaned.

"Is that what you are Mickie?" I asked, "My butt slut?"

"Only if you want me to be." Mickie said, looking back at me, biting her lip
in such a cute and sexy way.

"I'd rather you just be my girlfriend." I said in a moment of seriousness,
before smiling again, "But I definitely wouldn't mind you being my butt slut
in addition to being my girlfriend.......... as long as you spread your butt
cheeks for me when ever I want."

This statement causes Mickie to moan again and I'm wondering if she's
thinking about her spreading her butt cheeks for me in all sorts of naughty
places like I am.

"Well Mickie, are you willing to spread your butt cheeks for me when ever I
want?" I asked.

"Yes." Mickie groaned in response.

"How about right now?" I said lustfully, "Are you willing to spread your butt
cheeks for me right now?"

"Yes." Mickie moaned.

"Then do it." I commanded, and much to my delight Mickie obeyed, resting her
head on its side so she could still look up at me as she reached back with
both hands this time and spread her butt cheeks.

"Pretty." I said, before grabbing a firm hold of her hips and slowly
beginning to pull the strap on from her ass hole, watching with glee as that
little ring stretched around the dildo, "Prettier."

I then seemed to lose the ability to speak as I stared at Mickie's misused
shit hole as my strap on slowly left it, before eventually I began to push
back in, and then out again, and then in again, and then out again, then in
again, the huge dildo strapped around my waist stretching my girl's poop
extraction and turning it into a cock depository. Although I'm guessing
Mickie is used to people using her ass as a cock depository. And when I say
people, I mean women. Many, many women. I can only imagine how many
considering how easily her ass stretches to accommodate my girl dick. I once
again become jealous as I think about Mickie being with other women but again
remind myself that's hypocritical and as long as I finally start treating
Mickie right she'll be a one chick woman. And in a really perverse way I
guess I can be grateful that Mickie's ass hole has been well stretched out
because it means that soon I'm going to get to pound her pooper in the way
that I really want to, away which would probably get me arrested if I try to
do it to a anal virgin. And maybe it wasn't just other women brandishing
strap ons and God knows what else. Maybe Mickie did some stretching on her
own.

I suddenly get a picture of Mickie lubing up a couple of dildos and going to
town on her own ass hole for a night of self induced anal fun and I
practically cream myself. I have to get tickets to that show, or at least
arrange a private showing.

I suddenly hear Mickie groan in frustration before she begins to thrust
herself back at me again, impaling her own ass hole on the cock strapped
around my waist. I suddenly realised to my horror that I've been neglecting
her, that I've been neglecting to give her the ass fucking she asked me for
and I become very angry with myself. This night was supposed to be about
Mickie and what she wants, and right now Mickie wanted a nice hard butt
fucking and that's what I'm determined to give her.

I grab an even tighter hold to her waist, wanting to concentrate all my
efforts into pounding her pooper, but not too much. I still feel her shit
hole needs a little stretching but you certainly wouldn't know that from the
way Mickie is moaning in thrusting back against me. But I remain firm with
her, preventing her from slamming her own ass back against me too fast with
my powerful grip and well timed thrusts.

I think I'm really getting the hang of this being the fucker instead of the
fuckie thing, and I'm really enjoying it. It makes me feel so powerful, so
dominant. I hope Mickie lets me do this to her again. Although I've got to
admit I'm struggling to keep my mind at the task at hand. I just can't stop
my eyes from wandering down to that pretty little hole surrounded by the soft
flesh of my girl's ass cheeks being violated by the huge dick around my
waist. It's just so sexy.

As the sodomy continues I just can't take my eyes away from the dildo sliding
through the tiny hole in between Mickie's butt cheeks, her little back door
stretch so wonderfully wide around the invader.

Mickie just looks so sexy, and so wonderfully submissive kneeling there on
the bed, obediently keeping her ass cheeks spread for me as I butt fuck her,
giving me a perfect view of her ass hole being stretched out by my strap on.
Words cannot begin to do justice to just how hot it was watching a cock, my
cock, sliding in and out of her back door, her stretched little shitter
squirming on my cock, the cock she begged for.

It was all I could do and not to ram her ass too hard, wanting to give her
enough time to relax to the butt fucking before the real sodomy could begin
but Mickie didn't seem willing to wait.

My girl was impatiently slamming herself back against me, harder with each
thrust, impaling her own ass on my strap on cock like..........
like.......... like a horny little butt slut.

"Harder!" Mickie moaned shamelessly, "Please Trish, give it to me harder.
Fuck my ass harder!"

"My little butt slut wants me to fuck her ass harder does she?" I asked,
trying to tease her but the lust in my own voice giving away my desire to
give her a harder butt fucking.

"Yes! I want you to fuck my ass harder! I need you to fuck my ass harder!
Please Trish, your butt slut needs you to fuck her ass harder! Your
girlfriend needs you to fuck her ass harder!"

That's when I completely lost it.

When Mickie referred to herself as my butt slut I wanted to pound her pooper
like a savage animal. When Mickie referred to herself as my girl I did.

No reply.

No witty remark.

Just a ruthless butt fucking followed by screams of appreciation from the
woman I love.

Mickie let go of her butt cheeks and gripped onto the bed sheets so she could
have better leverage for slamming her ass back against me as I continued to
bugger her. I didn't mind. I wasn't focused on the pretty sight of her ass
hole being speared by my strap on any more. I wasn't focused on anything
anymore. My vision, my entire world had dissolved around me and all that
existed was a long hard object around my waist which was plundering into a
tight little hole surrounded by soft flesh which made the most wonderful
smacking and moaning sounds as I did so.

I don't know how long I was lost in butt fucking Mickie for, but eventually I
was awoken by her deafening screams of pleasure as she came.

As I slowly began to come out of my lust filled world I noticed Mickie was
furiously dabbling her pussy as I continued to ruthlessly sodomise her
through her climax. The sight of the woman I love, bent over, fingering
herself, her ass hole spread wide open by the huge strap on around my waist
combined with the stimulator on my clit caused me to cum, joining her screams
but making sure never to miss a rectum stretching stroke inside her bowels.

When I started coming down from my high I couldn't help notice that Mickie
had stopped fingering her pussy and was now just lying there, cooing softly.
Deciding it was time to draw this ass fucking to a close I began to gently
slowdown before coming to a complete stop and slowly pulling my strap on from
Mickie's back door. The head came out with a pop and I watched as Mickie's
now gaping ass hole slowly adjusted back to normal, my girl remaining with
her face down and ass up as she recovered from the powerful butt fucking I
had just given her.

Lying down beside her on my back I grinned and asked her, "How was that
sweetie?"

Mickie slowly turned and lifted her head so she could look up at me from her
position still kneeling on the bed. I was then attacked by a vicious Mickie
shaped animal, intent on shoving its tongue down my throat which I happily
let it.

Me and my girl spent a long-time practically fighting each other with our
tongues before Mickie pulled away and began to kiss her way down my neck,
between the valley of my cleavage and then finally down my stomach to were
the strap on was still firmly around my waist. Taking the dildo firmly by the
base Mickie smiled wickedly up at me before greedily swallowing the strap on
an almost the first gulp.

I watched in amazement as Mickie bobbed her head up and down the dildo which
only a second ago had been embedded in her ass before she grabbed hold of the
straps and before I had a chance to react practically tore the harness from
me and strapped it around her own waist.

"Turnabout is fair play Trish." Mickie said with a sexy grin before becoming
serious, and pointing the strap on at me, "Now, suck it."



Mickie's POV

There's this horrible sounds that falls between us and I think that I've
maybe gone a little bit too far... Oh God, who am I kidding, I've way too
far, and now I've freaked her out with my dirty little desires and...

Oh my god she's smiling, but is this good or bad?

"You want me to fuck your ass?" Trish asked me, this huge, unnerving smile on
her face.

"Well.......... you don't have too if you don't want too." I said, biting my
lip nervously.

"Oh, I want to.......... I'm just wondering.......... because we don't have
any KY or anything.......... where are we going to find lubricant?" Trish
said, as she slid her fingers over my pussy.

"I have an idea." I moaned, filling the juices all over her fingers.

I can't believe she's actually want to go through this, oh my god I'm so hot
right now.

"Really?" Trish said, still running her fingers around my pussy lips,
"Where?"

"You know where." I said, raising my ass for Trish so that she could have
better access.

"I'm afraid I don't sweetie. But.........." Trish slid two fingers into my
pussy, causing me to let out a long moan, "If you're not going to tell
me.......... I guess I could always use your pussy juice. And my my there
seems to be a lot of it. I guess you're really getting off on the idea of me
butt fucking you don't you?"

"Uh-huh." I groaned in reply.

"That's just what I thought you dirty girl." Trish chuckled as she gently
finger fucked me before sliding her fingers upwards to my ass hole.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt Trish's fingers sliding over my
butt hole, coating it with my pussy juices before repeating the process.
Trish did this over and over again to the point where the anticipation was
almost torturous, and then finally she slid a finger into my ass, causing me
to moan out loud. She had fingered my ass before so this shouldn't be a big
deal but it was, because as great as her finger felt moving inside me all I
could really think about was that huge toy strapped around her waist which
she was going to butt fuck me with. Or at least I hope she's going to butt
fuck me.

I've enjoyed anal sex for a long time and having Trish Stratus fuck my ass is
a huge fantasy of mine, but a lot has happened tonight and if it's too much
for her that's fine, I just really, really hope she can handle it because I
wanna feel that big fake dick in my ass.

Trish awakes me from my thoughts by sliding a second finger into my back
passage to better prepare me for the butt fucking to come. I can feel her
spreading my own pussy juice inside my bowels and it's getting me so hot, but
she insists on going slow and gentle, obviously not wanting to hurt me, which
is sweet, but she really shouldn't worry. My ass has taken that big 12 incher
many times and quite frankly it is hungry to take it again. But still she
teases me, slowly finger fucking my ass over and over until finally she
removes her fingers and places that nice big strap on against my horny back
door.

"You want this big cock Mickie?" Trish asked teasingly, removing any hope I
had she was just going to fuck my ass now by simply sliding the head of the
strap on up and down my butt crack, as if I let me know that she's not done
playing with me yet, "You want this big cock inside you?"

"Yes." I moaned frustratedly in response.

"Where?" Trish asked, as she continuing to tease me, "Where do you want this
big cock Mickie?"

"My ass." I replied, "I want that big cock in my ass. I want YOUR big cock in
my ass!"

"You want MY cock in your ass?" Trish laughed, which kind of hurt my feelings
a little.

Can't she see how much I need this? Can't she see how much I need her?

"Only yours." I said, trying to let her know how serious this situation was
to me.

"Well," Trish said, becoming more serious, "If you want it, why don't you ask
nicely for it, for MY cock then?"

"Oh please Trish, give me your cock." I moaned, hoping to finally get her to
fuck me by offering up my ass to her, "Stick your beautiful cock in my ass
and fuck me. Please Trish, I want it. I need it. I need your big, beautiful
cock in my ass!"

"You need it?" Trish said, her voice dripping with lust, "Then take it!"

Despite just begging for it I was almost surprised when I received it, it of
course being that huge strap on, the head of which shot through my ass hole
and into my bowels with surprising force. The sudden intrusion caused me to
gasp and I clench down tightly on the bed streets with my left hand while
clenching onto my spread open butt cheek with my right.

Although I had taken it up the butt many times by many different shaped
objects the initial penetration was always somewhat painful, but luckily for
me Trish stopped at the first sign that I was in any pain and gave me plenty
of time to relax. When I was ready for her to continue a let go of my ass
cheek and gripped onto the bed sheets with both hands before raising my ass
up, silently telling her I was ready for more.

And more is just what Trish gave me.

As if she butt fucked women professionally Trish started to slide the strap
on into my ass inch by inch, never give in me more than I could handle and
always leaving me desperate for more. It had been far too long since it had a
cock in my ass and Trish was reminding me everything I loved about anal sex.
Well, not everything. She hadn't butt fucked me to screaming orgasm yet, but
if she fucked ass half as good as she filled ass than I was going to be
screaming for her in no time.

I could hear myself moan shamelessly as Trish continued to fill my ass with
hard strap on dick, my moans a cry for her to get that dildo inside my bowels
as fast as she could so she could fuck me up my ass like the anal hungry
whore Trish was making me feel like. The pain I felt during the initial
pooper penetration a distant memory only leaving a little mild discomfort but
mostly pleasure as my rectum to welcome its invasion. Therefore I knew it
Trish's hips came to rest against my ass, announcing I had managed to take
every inch of that big 12 inch strap on up my butt.

"Are you ok?" Trish said sweetly, obviously concerned for my well-being.

"I'm ok." I croaked, so overwhelmed by the fact that I was on my hands and
knees with 12 inches of strap on deep inside my ass courtesy of the woman I
love Trish Stratus.

"How does it feel?" Trish asked.

"Good." I moaned lustfully, "Really, really good."

"Butt slut." Trish laughed.

"Your butt slut." I moaned in response.

"Is that what you are Mickie?" Trish asked, "My butt slut?"

"Only if you want me to be." I said, looking back at her, biting my lip.

"I'd rather you just be my girlfriend." Trish said, causing my heart to
flutter before smiling again, "But I definitely wouldn't mind you being my
butt slut in addition to being my girlfriend.......... as long as you spread
your butt cheeks for me when ever I want."

This statement causes me to moan again as I imagined myself spreading my butt
cheeks for Trish anywhere and everywhere she wants like her horny little butt
slut, which is just what I am to her right now.

"Well Mickie, are you willing to spread your butt cheeks for me when ever I
want?" Trish asked.

"Yes." I groaned in response.

"How about right now?" Trish said lustfully, "Are you willing to spread your
butt cheeks for me right now?"

"Yes." I moaned.

"Then do it." Trish commanded,

Eager to obey I rested my head on its side on the bed so I could still look
up at Trish before reaching back with both hands this time and spread my butt
cheeks for the woman I love Trish Stratus.

"Pretty." Trish said, before grabbing my hips and slowly beginning to pull
the dildo from my back door, her eyes seemingly fixed on my tight little anal
ring stretching around her strap on, "Prettier."

I moan softly as the dildo continued to be removed from my bowels and just
when I thought Trish was going to take it out of me she slowly began to push
back in until I had a ass full of girl cock again. Trish then repeated this
process, beginning to slowly saw her strap on in and out of my stretched shit
hole, slowly opening up my back door to be used for its true purpose in life,
taking dick. Well, taking dick strapped around a beautiful woman that is, and
Trish is one beautiful woman.

Watching her watching my ass hole stretching lewdly around that fake shaft I
began to worry if the fact that my butt is taking her cock so easily is a
turn off for her. I mean when she called me a butt slut I said I was her butt
slut partly in an attempt to turn her on with dirty talk and partly because I
wanted to tell her that I was hers, which I am, but I'm worried she's going
to get the wrong idea. It's not like I'm a total butt slut. Ok so I enjoy
anal sex. Well, love anal sex is more accurate. I have found out from an
early age that my ass hole is very sensitive and I can cum really hard from
being butt fucked so I can hardly be blamed for being willing to spread my
ass cheeks is a pretty girl asked me nicely enough. And I've had a lot of
pretty girls after my ass. I've got a great ass and is attracted the
attention of a loss of butt loving women over the years, all of whom seem to
take in pleasure in shoving the biggest dildos they could find up my ass, but
I'm wandering off topic. The point is I'm not a butt slut... well not totally
anyway... and I don't want Trish to be put off by my anal desires.

Looking up at her that doesn't seem to be the case. Trish's eyes in glues to
my posterior, a look of perverse enjoyment on her face as she watches my back
entrance taking every inch of her strap on. At least I hope that's enjoyment,
it's kind of hard to tell. She seems almost... I don't know... mesmerised
something. Whatever her mood I'm kind if getting tired of this slow sodomy.
Don't get me wrong, I love the slow butt fucking Trish is giving me, but my
anal muscles have relaxed around that fake shaft quite a while ago and now my
ass is practically begging to be pounded. I want Trish to give me a ruthless
rectum wrecking and I can't stop myself from groaning slightly in
frustration, even going so far as to thrust myself back against her trying to
let her know I'm ready for a real ass pounding now.

Luckily for me Trish realises what I want and starts increasing the force of
her thrusts, not too much too quickly, but steadily increasing the pace with
each thrust into my bowels. This of course gets me really anal horny and I
tried to increase my own thrusts back against her invading poll even harder
than before, but Trish had a firm hold of my hips and prevented me from
increasing the pace of the fucking myself. In some ways I was annoyed but to
be honest I was more turned on by the control Trish had over me. It made me
feel as if I was in her power, her little thing that she was free to use as
she saw fit. Oh my God she looks so powerful, so dominant, so very, very sexy
pounding into my ass like that. I totally feel like her bitch right now. And
I am. I'm her bitch. I'm her whore. I'm her slut, her butt slut.

Oh God, the thought and feeling running through my right now I'm driving me
crazy. I need to butt fucked, I need to butt fucked so hard that I'll be
remembering this ass slamming every time I sat down for the next week. I want
it, I need it, oh my god Trish give it me!

I start going completely crazy, slamming myself back against Trish and her
dildo, harder and harder with each wonderful thrust, impaling my ass on
Trish's strap on like the horny little butt slut I am.

"Harder!" I moaned shamelessly, "Please Trish, give it to me harder. Fuck my
ass harder!"

"My little butt slut wants me to fuck her ass harder does she?" Trish asked
teasingly as she continued to slowly and gently butt fuck me.

"Yes! I want you to fuck my ass harder! I need you to fuck my ass harder!
Please Trish, your butt slut needs you to fuck her ass harder! Your
girlfriend needs you to fuck her ass harder!" I beg shamelessly.

My shameless begging seemed to pay off because Trish starts to finally giving
me the butt pounding I had been craving, slamming my ass with what must have
been every ounce of her strength. It was so powerful it almost knocked me off
balance and I was forced to let go of my butt cheeks and grab hold of the bed
sheets to prevent myself from falling over. Once I had gained my bearings
and began thrusting myself back even harder than before in an attempt to meet
her thrust for thrust however she was going so fast I just couldn't keep up.

The sensations quickly became so overwhelming. I mean had been so long since
it received a proper butt fucking like this one and this was by far the best
butt fucking I've ever had and not just because Trish was the one giving it
me, although that was a factor, the truth was Trish was fucking my ass better
than anyone had ever fucked it before.

The whole world began to melt around me and all that was left was the
sensation of my ass hole being practically torn apart by huge long, hard
object, that mighty tool that was rearranging my bowels and the woman who
wielded it quickly becoming the only things I cared about.

I don't know how long I was lost in this wonderful sodomising, all I know is
that one moment I'm in a sea of endless pleasure, the next and exploding in
orgasm after orgasm.

As soon as the first wonderful climax rocked my body I reached down with my
right hand to finger myself and rub my clit with my thumb, wanting to
maximise the already overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. The added
stimulation to my pussy and clit combined with the sensations coming from the
inside of my ass hole sent me into a supernova of pleasure and what was left
of my mind melted for that short amount of time leaving me and mindless butt
slut on her hands and knees getting fucked up the butt by the woman she
loved.

As what was left of my mind focused on Trish I heard the woman I love
screaming at the top of her lungs and even in my vegetable state I am oh so
happy that Trish has managed to find enjoyment in this as well. The dildo she
is using to fuck my ass comes with a clit stimulator and I myself have
managed to cum many times while fucking other women with it and I'm glad
Trish has allowed herself to experience the same pleasure that I have
received many, many times before.

Right through our climaxes Trish continues the anal assault to the point
where I think I'm going to have to beg her to have mercy on my sore ass, but
just when the butt fucking becomes painful Trish gently slows the pace until
she comes to a stop and then carefully removes the strap on from my battered
and well fucked ass, a loud popping sound echoing throughout the room as the
head is finally removed. I can feel my ass hole failing to close, so well has
been stretched out by the strap on around Trish's waist, and while the idea
that my ass is going to need some time to recover from Trish's assault is
extremely hot to me I hope that Trish isn't freaked out by it.

As I'm still recovering from the amazing ass fucking I have just received
from the woman I love Trish lays down on her back beside me, grinning like
the cat that got the cream.

"How was that sweetie?" Trish asked.

I slowly lifted my head up to look at her and at that moment I wanted nothing
more than to retain her for the mind blowing orgasms just given me and
overcome by an incredible feeling of horniness I jumped her, pressing my body
to hers and shoving my tongue down her throat.

After a long and passionate tongue battle I pulled away and began kissing
down her body until I reached the strap on and after taking a moment to
grinning wickedly up at her and gently lowered my mouth on the dildo which
only a moment ago Trish had been fucking me up my ass with until I reached
the base and then began bobbing up and down on Trish's fake shaft. I love the
taste of my own ass on a dildo, especially one that is around the waist of a
beautiful woman and I happily cleaned every last drop of my ass juice of the
man made meat. Once the dildo is completely clean I grabbed hold of the
straps, loosen them and before Trish gets a chance to complain I quickly pull
the strap on from around her waist, stand up and strap it on myself.

"Turnabout is fair play Trish." I said grinning before pointing the strap on
at her, "Now, suck it."

Without a word of protest Trish slipped off the bed and got down on her knees
in front of me. Grabbing the dildo by its base Trish looked up at me and
grinned before running her tongue along the underside of the shaft, from the
bottom to the top and back again, playing with the tip each time before
finally taking the shaft into her mouth and beginning to finally suck on it.

I ran my hand through her long blonde hair as she gave me head, her mouth
bobbing on the strap on lower each time until she was deep throating the
whole thing.

Trish was clearly very skills and I could only imagine how many lucky guys
had been on the receiving end of her talented mouth. I know that her mouth
felt great on my pussy but she's obviously had far more experience in sucking
cock and my pussy is dripping with the thought of her possibly becoming as
good at eating pussy as she is a sucking cock. Then again my pussy could be
dripping because of the stimulator Trish is driving into my clit with every
bob of her head, but I'm pretty sure it's a combination of the two.

"Ok, that's enough." I said, once Trish is properly lubed the dildo with her
mouth, "Get on your back and spread your legs."

Once again Trish immediately did as she was told and I was becoming
increasingly intoxicated by her sudden submission. I mean she had been acting
dominating for so long and now all of a sudden I was in control and it was an
incredible rush.

Kneeling in front of her I grabbed her legs and place them over my shoulders
before lining up the dildo to her pussy lips and began to push forwards.
Trish let out a moan as I penetrated her and I gave her some time to adjust
but it was clear from how wet she was that she wanted this as much as I did
so I didn't wait too long before sliding a few more inches into her. Without
too much time or effort I had the entire strap on balls deep inside her.

With her legs still over my shoulders I leant forward so that I was
practically bending her in half so I could stare deeply into her eyes for the
first thrust after the initial penetration. Pulling out almost all the way I
was about to slide right back into her when a wicked thought crossed my mind
and an even more wickeder smile crossed my face.

"You want me to fuck you Trish?" I asked her teasingly.

Trish nodded in response, but that wasn't good enough for me.

"Tell me, tell me that you want me to fuck you." I commanded her playfully,
however the response I got was not playful.

"Fuck me Mickie, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck
me, I need it, I need you, only you, please Mickie, fuck me!"

Her voice was so full of need I couldn't resist immediately sliding back into
her all the way, her mouth falling open in a long moan as I filled her with
strap on dick again.

I looked deep into her eyes as I pushed all the way back in and it was
amazing. Sure I've fucked other women in this way but none of them meant half
as much to me as Trish does and to watch her eyes explode in pleasure was
breathtaking.

As I settled into a steady rhythm I continue to watch her beautiful face and
tried my best to keep my hormones under control but it was hard.

Trish wasn't helping matters much either.

Shortly after I started to fuck her she began thrusting her pussy upwards,
deeply impaling herself on my dildo and driving the base back against my
clit, driving me crazy with passion, partly because of the obvious clit
stimulation but also partly because Trish really seems to want this as much
as I did which is really saying something.

Incredibly turned on from her display of wanton desire I captured her lips
with my own and we began a passionate kiss, Trish running her hands up and
down my back, in my hair and occasionally on my ass as I thrust into her
again and again.

We became lost in that beautiful moment and it was as though time stood still
and it was just us.

I could have happily lived that way forever, fucking her just like this for
eternity, but apparently Trish didn't feel the same way.

Trish needed to cum.

I could sense her growing need as I continued to fuck her and it finally
boiled to the surface when she broke the kiss.

"Fuck me Mickie, fuck me hard." Trish begged, "You're fucking me so good, but
I need more, please give it to me."

"I'm fucking you good am I Trish?" I asked.

"Oh yes, so good." Trish moaned.

"Did Ron ever fuck you this good Trish?" I asked.

I don't know why I said that, especially because I know the answer, but I
guess I'm just still angry at him or something. I really shouldn't be though,
if he hadn't been such a jerk and a lousy fuck Trish wouldn't have to have to
come to me for her satisfaction and she would have never been mine. So yeah,
thanks Ron.

"No, he doesn't even compare to you. He never did." Trish said firmly.

Now that really strokes my ego, but also makes me truly realise something.
She was never happy with him. He didn't make her happy. Well there's a reason
for that...

"That's because he didn't deserve you." I said.

And if you think about it he really didn't.

"You're right, he didn't, but you do, and I want you to show me why, I want
you to show me why your so much better than him. Come on Mickie fuck meg
better than he ever could, fuck me better than any guy and make me what I was
always meant to be, yours!"

Hearing that sent my horniness into overdrive and I began radically
increasing the pace, slamming her pussy with all my might cause in her moans
to become almost deafening.

I had wanted Trish for so long and if all I had to do to finally get her was
to fuck her better than some ass hole who didn't know how to treat her then I
had no problem with that.

I was so determined to make her mine that the fucking became so hard I
thought Trish's eyes were going to pop out of her skull. I was worried I was
fucking her too hard but then she just started begging for more, begging me
to fuck her, begging me for apparently what only I could give her.

It was amazing, and so was Trish, she looked just so beautiful like that,
writhing underneath me as I pounded her pussy with my strap on, her eyes
telling me better than words over could how much she loved this, how much she
wanted this, how much needed this.

I began to imagine being able to fuck her like this every day from now on, to
watch her as she experiences this pleasure, a pleasure I myself had received
many times before, and I almost came again, but I controlled myself,
concentrating on bringing her pleasure. The stimulator on my clit made it
hard because I was so ready to cum at that point, but I held myself off,
wanting Trish to come first.

Luckily I didn't have to wait too long.

Not long after I had started having to force back my pleasure I realised
Trish was doing the same, trying to resist her approaching climax to, I can
only guess, enjoy more of this fucking, to enjoy more of me fucking her,
which only of course made me fuck her even harder in a desperate attempt to
force her climax out of her.

I succeeded.

Within ear splitting scream Trish came, shaking so violently she almost
knocked me off in the process. With Trish receiving her pleasure I allowed
myself to go over the edge, cumming with her as I continued to pound into
her. The orgasm I experienced was powerful but it did not completely satisfy
me. There was still one thing left I wanted to do.

I waited until Trish had come down from her climax to start slowing the pace
of my thrusts until my dildo was resting inside her, and then slowly pulled
out, moved away from her slightly, and staring lustfully into her eyes I told
her what I wanted.

"Get on your hands and knees." I commanded, "I want to fuck your ass like you
fucked mine!"



Trish's POV

Happy to obey I kneeled down in front of her, grabbed the strap on by the
base and gave her a little grin before running my tongue along the shaft,
licking it up and down before taking it into my mouth. As I began to bob my
head up and down on her shaft I felt her hand on the back of my head, gently
guiding me up and down the shaft as I took it deeper into my mouth. It wasn't
long before I was deep throating the entire thing, wanting to give her the
best blow job possible.

I've always loved sucking cock and I happily treated her cock just like any
other cock, better even, slobbering all over it and sucking it with every
ounce of skill in my body, worshipping her cock with my mouth. It really
turns me on to think of this as her cock, and I almost feel like I'm actually
getting her pleasure through this because I swear I can hear her moaning for
me as I'm bobbing up and down on that fake cock, her cock.

"Ok, that's enough." I suddenly hear Mickie command, "Get on your back and
spread your legs."

I'm somewhat reluctant to stop this dildo sucking because I was really
getting into it but after everything that's happened I'm almost powerless to
stop myself from obeying her. And in any case this way I get fucked, and I
could really do with a fucking right now, but more importantly I get fucked
by her.

Getting into position I don't have to wait long before Mickie joins me on the
bed, placing my legs on her shoulders and pressing the tip of her dildo to my
pussy. I let out a long moan as she slowly pushed her way inside. I felt like
I could take the whole thing in one go but apparently Mickie had other ideas
because she immediately stopped her advance and gave me so much unneeded time
to relax. Just as I was about to complain Mickie slid a few more inches into
me, and then continued this almost torturous pace until finally she had the
entire thing inside me.

Once Mickie had her entire cock buried inside me she leant down until we were
face-to-face. Because my legs were over her shoulders she was practically
bending me in half. It was so hot. I felt completely helpless and at her
mercy. And then she slowly slid her cock out of me and I wait for the awesome
feeling of her pushing her way back inside of me, but I wait and I wait and
nothing happens. Looking into her eyes I groan inwardly when I see an evil
smile crossing her face. I know then she's going to tease me when all I want
is for her to fuck me.

"You want me to fuck you Trish?" Mickie asked me in a teasing voice.

The word 'yes' just doesn't seem to do justice to just how much I want her to
fuck me right now and I try and think of something better but words fail me
and I'm forced to just nod in response.

Unfortunately it wasn't good enough for Mickie.

"Tell me, tell me that you want me to fuck you." Mickie taunted me in a
playful way which oddly enough only made me want her more.

At that point I completely lost it.

"Fuck me Mickie, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck
me, I need it, I need you, only you, please Mickie, fuck me!"

It's not quite as dignified as I would've liked, but it gets the job done.
Mickie slowly reinserted the strap on inside me and I can't help moan in
pleasure. The feeling of her dildo moving inside me is creating the most
wonderful sensations I have ever known, and I know it's not just because of
the dildo size or shape it's because it's attached to Mickie, in the way it
is part of her, part of the woman I love, and that makes this better than
anything I have ever experienced.

It's almost too overwhelming, especially when she pulls out and pushes back
in again, gently beginning to fuck me and a soft yet steady pace.

Unable to control myself I was soon pushing my ass upwards in time with her
thrusts, wanting to get her dildo as deep into my pussy as possible almost
fucking myself on the strap on harder than she was fucking me with it.

The whole time I couldn't take my eyes off hers. I loved being able to look
deep into her eyes as she fucked me, her eyes telling the story of love and
passion warring with lust and desire inside of her as she took me. But before
I can become too lost in her eyes she captures my lips with her own in a
passionate kiss, my hands running all over her body as she continues to pound
my pussy over and over.

I'm feeling so overwhelmed right now I can barely stand it. I can say without
a shadow of a doubt I'm receiving the best fucking of my life and we haven't
even gotten to the hard fucking yet. That's where I want us to be however. I
loved this slow and gentle fucking but I feel like if I don't cum soon I
might die, so I break the kiss and begin to beg the woman I love to fuck me
harder.

"Fuck me Mickie, fuck me hard." I pleaded shamelessly, "You're fucking me so
good, but I need more, please give it to me."

"I'm fucking you good am I Trish?" Mickie asked.

"Oh yes, so good." I moaned.

"Did Ron ever fuck you this good Trish?" Mickie asked.

"No, he doesn't even compare to you. He never did." I said, meaning every
word.

Even when Mickie was just using her mouth and fingers she was about a
thousand times better than Ron, I would just never allow myself to admit it
until now.

"That's because he didn't deserve you." Mickie said.

She's right, after the way he treated me today he probably never did, but I
know someone who does.

"You're right, he didn't, but you do, and I want you to show me why, I want
you to show me why you're so much better than him. Come on Mickie fuck me
better than he ever could, fuck me better than any guy and make me what I was
always meant to be, yours!"

My shameless begging dissolved into moans of pleasure as Mickie began
pounding my pussy exactly the way I wanted her too, rough and hard. And when
I say rough and hard I mean rough and hard. Mickie was fucking me harder than
I'd ever been fucked before and I was loving every minute of it.

I started hysterically begging for her to fuck me over and over, telling her
how good she was and how I never wanted her to stop. I even began thrusting
myself upwards to meet the downward plunge of her cock as it lay claim to the
inside of my pussy.

I became so lost in it all. Here I was being bent in half and fucked by
another woman and she was fucking me better than any man ever had. Ok so I
haven't been with that many men, and certainly not as many as the WWE would
have people believe, and just because I haven't exactly been receiving great
fuckings from the men I had been with didn't mean that other men couldn't
fuck me this hard but I seriously doubt it any of them could fuck me harder.

Mickie was like a little juggernaut, pounding my pussy like a little piston,
slamming my cunt like a little machine, giving me exactly what I needed,
giving me exactly what I had needed for so long, a good hard fucking.

I hope Mickie would fuck me like this again, I hope Mickie would fuck me like
this every day of our lives together, her grabbing me and bending me over or
pushing me on my back whenever she wanted. I made myself a promise that
whenever Mickie wanted a piece of my pussy I would happily let her have her
way with me as a thank you for showing me this wonderful pleasure on this
day.

I wish I could experience this pleasure forever, but the world just isn't
that good of a place.

I knew my climax would be the beginning of the end of this wonderful fucking
so I tried to hold it off as long as I possibly could, but inevitably it all
became too much and I came, screaming at the top of my lungs. Soon Mickie
joined in my screaming and we came together, our bodies shaking violently but
that only seem to add good vibrations to a already powerful fucking. Again I
had a brief and wonderful dream of this going on forever, both myself and
Mickie becoming locked in this position and continuing to make love for
eternity, but all too soon for my liking Mickie slowed down the pace and
eventually removed the dildo from my pussy.

I was left feeling empty, like a part of me was now missing, and I felt as if
I could cry. That feeling didn't last long.

"Get on your hands and knees." Mickie ordered, her eyes burning with lust, "I
want to fuck your ass like you fucked mine!"

Those words relit the fire of passion within me and I was soon ready for
more, and I looked at her lustfully.

"You wanna fuck my ass do you Mickie?" I asked, wanting her to say it again.

"Uh-huh." was Mickie's response as she bit her lip in such a cute little way
which made me think that she thinks that I didn't want her to fuck me up the
ass.

As if, I love it up the butt, and I just know that this is going to be 10
times better with Mickie than with any other guy I've ever been with, because
firstly it's her, the woman I love, and secondly because if Mickie knows how
to fuck ass half as well as she knows how to fuck pussy I know my ass is in
for a good time.

But first I want her to say it again.

"Tell me." I said grinning, "Tell me what you want."

Mickie smiles and I can tell she understands what I want and she has no
problem doing it.

"Trish, I want to fuck you in your ass. I want you to bend over for me so I
can slam your ass better than any guy has ever slammed it before. And I'm
going too. I'm going to butt fuck you Trish, I'm going to butt fuck you until
you're screaming in pleasure." Mickie said, in such a sexy tone of voice
which practically had me melting on the spot, "Now I won't tell you again,
get on your hands and knees!"

God, she sounded so commanding when she said that and it makes my pussy
dripping wet for her. I think I might like her to boss me around like that a
little in the future.

Grinning at her I rolled over onto my stomach and lifted myself up on my
hands and knees, presenting my ass to Mickie for her to take.

Without a word Mickie grabbed the tube of KY jelly, coated her fingers with
it and began sliding first one, then two, and then eventually three fingers
up my horny ass hole. I was a big fan of up the butt sex and I couldn't wait
for Mickie to slam my ass full of strap on. That dildo had felt amazing
inside my pussy so I could only imagine what Mickie would do to me once she
had her strap on up my ass.

Mickie butt fucked me with her fingers for a long time, slowly twisting her
digits in, out and around inside my ass hole endlessly, driving me insane
with lust. If she would only put a little force behind her fingers I swear I
would be able to cum just from this anal fingering, but Mickie seemed to have
other ideas.

Looking back at her I could see that she was smiling wickedly and I could
only guess she was teasing me on purpose.

Just when I was about to scream in frustration Mickie spoke.

"You like this Trish?" Mickie asked teasingly, "You like having my fingers in
your ass?"

"Mmmmm," I moaned, "But I'd much rather have your cock in my ass."

"Would you now Trish?" Mickie teased, "You want my cock in your ass?"

"Yes." I groaned.

"You want MY cock in YOUR ass?" Mickie asked.

I grinned inwardly. I could tell what she wanted. And I had no problem giving
it to her.

"Yes Mickie, I want YOUR cock in MY ass, only YOUR cock." I begged.

"Only mine?" Mickie asked.

"Only yours." I confirmed.

"Good girl." Mickie smiled, before she removed her fingers from my ass hole
and grabbed the KY jelly.

After coating the dildo in a thick layer of lube Mickie placed the tip of her
cock to my puckered rosebud and began slowly pushing her way inside. Even
though I concentrated on relaxing I gasped loudly when my anal ring opened
around her shaft and swallowed the head of her strap on. Mickie immediately
stopped and waited for further objection. She certainly wasn't going to hear
it from me. I knew it would hurt at first but after the initial pain my ass
would relax, it had always done so in the past, and I was right. It was a
while before Mickie slid another inch of dildo into my ass but when she did
it achieved more or less the same effect, that being brief pain followed by
pleasure. Mickie kept this up, slowly feeding one inch after another into my
hungry rectum until her hips were resting against my ass cheeks and she had
the whole dildo... her whole girl cock inside my horny ass hole.

Immediately I wanted her to butt fuck me like I had never been butt fucked
before but of course Mickie didn't do that, at least not right away, she was
far more interested in giving me plenty of time to relax, allowing my bowels
to adjust to the massive dildo inside them.

"How does that feel Trish?" Mickie asked.

"Amazing." I moaned, unsure if even that word does justice to the way I'm
feeling right now.

"Amazing, I can live with that." Mickie said, and I could practically feel
her smiling even though I wasn't looking at her.

Then I feel her lips on the back of my neck, her breasts pressed into my
back, and I feel like I could cum right there, but I hold off. I want her to
butt fuck me, and she might not if I cum too quickly.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass now Trish?" Mickie asked me.

I was only too happy to answer.

"Oh yes, oh god yes, please Mickie fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me up my ass,
ass fuck me, butt fuck me, bugger me, sodomise me, whatever you want to call
it, just do it, just please do it, fuck my ass Mickie!"

There was a pause and just when I thought I'd said something wrong or not
said the right thing or something I let out a long moan as I felt her
beginning to pull out at an agonisingly slow pace and then slowly pushing her
cock back in at the same agonisingly slow pace.

Mickie started repeating this process over and over until she established a
rhythm, gently sodomising me with a dildo which had now officially been in
all our holes.

That dildo has had quite a journey.

Mickie's mouth, her pussy, her ass hole, my mouth, my pussy, and now finally
my ass hole had all been spread open and filled by that solid piece of man
made meat, and in doing so it had allowed me and Mickie to express our love
for each other in such an intimate way. I'm sure we'll have many wonderful
times together without the use of dildos but for now I'm glad we're using
this one, because it is allowing me to feel her, or what is an extension of
her, inside my ass hole, just like I have been able to feel her inside my
mouth and pussy, and just like in a way I've been able to be inside her
mouth, pussy and ass hole.

There isn't a hole on Mickie's body that I haven't taken her in, and now
there isn't a hole in my body which she hasn't taken me in. It's such an
amazing thought and I probably feel closer to her right now than I have ever
done to anyone, and even though I'd like this wonderful fucking to last
forever I need more, I need it harder.

"Harder Mickie, please fuck me harder!" I begged, "Please fuck me up the ass
harder! Please fuck me up my ass harder! Please fuck me up my slutty ass
harder! I'm such a slut for your cock Mickie, I'm such a slut for you. You're
making me feel like a total slut Mickie, your slut, your butt slut. Fuck me
Mickie, fuck your butt slut up her slutty ass as hard as you can and let her
know that you're the boss and she's the butt slut!"

I deliberately used the term butt slut because that's what I called Mickie
earlier when I was the one butt fucking her and now the shoes on the other
foot, or more accurately the dildo is in the other ass, it seems poetic that
I should be her butt slut just as she was mine.

It was meant to be just something nasty to say during anal sex, which is
nasty in a good way all by itself, but then Mickie decided to add another
layer to it.

Pressing her lips right up against my ear she said in a deadly serious tone
of voice, "Since you asked so nicely I'm going to fuck your ass nice and hard
and make you cum like the little butt slut you are, but while I'm quite happy
to have you as my butt slut I just want you to know, you are so much more to
me than just that. I love you Trish Stratus and you're my world, my
everything, do you understand?"

Turning my head to look at her just to make sure that she's serious and just
by looking into her eyes I can tell she is and it makes my heart flutter.

"I understand, and I love you too Mickie." I said, "I'm so sorry I didn't
realise it until now but from here on in your my everything too."

Mickie smiled warmly and I returned the smile.

"Good. Now..." Mickie said, kissing my neck one final time before lifting
herself upright and grabbing my hips, "Get ready Trish, my little butt slut,
because I'm about to slam fuck your ass harder than it's ever been slammed
before!"

And with that she pulled out almost all the way, gave my bowels a chance to
relax and then she did as she promised.

After the hardest thrust I've ever felt in any of my holes Mickie began
unmercifully slamming my shit hole, her grip on my hips like a vice as she
had her way with me. Mickie steadily increased the pace of the sodomy until
she was brutally butt fucking me just like I had brutally butt fucked her.
The ass pounding I was receiving made it seem like Mickie was intent on
ruining my rectum, intent on fucking my ass hole until it was useless as
anything other than a fuck hole for her pleasure.

It almost feels like Mickie is taking out her frustrations on my ass hole,
and considering everything I've done to her maybe she should. In fact I wish
she would, I wish Mickie would use my ass hole to get back at me and teach me
a lesson for the way I have been treating her. I acted like a total ass hole
to her so it's poetic justice that an ass hole gets ass fucked. Oh please
Mickie, take your frustrations out on my ass hole. Misuse my ass hole like I
misused you. Misuse my ass hole like I misused your heart. Butt fuck me
Mickie, butt fuck me until I scream.

Sadly it's no use because I can't help but love every second of this
wonderful butt pounding.

I've always been an up the butt fan but Mickie's strap on feels so big inside
my rectum I swear it feels like it's going to come out of my mouth, and no
one I let fuck me up the butt before has shown this kind of skill, timing or
power when it came to pounding my pooper.

I promised myself that even if it takes the rest of my life I'll try and find
a way to make up for the things I've done to her but soon things I've done
become lost as my mind melts away.

Mickie's dildo feels like pure heaven inside my ass hole and soon I'm in such
bowel bliss I can't even think straight and soon all that is left of Trish
Stratus is a moaning butt slut on her hands and knees taking it up her slutty
ass for her little goddess of a girlfriend.

I feel like I'm floating in the clouds but all too soon the familiar feeling
of climax approaches and I know that Mickie is just too good of a little butt
pounder to allow me to hold off my orgasm for long. Eventually it all became
too much and I was practically forced to let my climax wash over me, my body
shaking violently under the power of my orgasm. Before I get the chance to
recover I feel another mind blowing orgasm wash over me, and then another,
and then another, and then another. As if in the distance I hear Mickie
screaming as she herself joins me in going over the edge. It fills me with
joy to know that Mickie has been able to cum from this and that we're now
cumming together, it somehow makes this blissful heaven I'm experiencing even
better because I know I'm experiencing it with her.

Like a little butt fucking machine Mickie pounds my ass at the same brutal
pace throughout our climaxes until finally slowing down and coming to a
complete stop. I cried out as I feel Mickie beginning to remove the dildo
from me and I wish I had the strength to stop her or at least the energy to
voice a complaint but in that moment I'm just too tired and before I know it
I hear a little pop as the mushroom head of the strap on is pulled from my
now gaping shit hole. I know it's gaping because I can feel a rush of cool
air shooting up my ass which only makes me feel more empty and more wanting
to have her back inside me.

Unfortunately I can hear her undoing the straps and as I gently lowered
myself down onto the bed and rolled over onto my side I see she's doing just
that. I slowly roll over onto my back and wince. My ass is very, very sore
from the pounding it has just received and it hurts to put weight on to my
bottom but I don't care. I have a reason for wanting to be in this position.

After removing the dildo Mickie places it on the bedside table and looks at
me nervously.

There's a moment of silence and I actually think she thinks I might be
regretting this which is crazy because I've never regretted anything less.

Getting under the bed covers I position myself in the centre of the bed on my
back and open the covers invitingly, hoping she gets the message.

There's another moment of silence and for a second I think I'm going to have
to say something but then she just smiles and crawls into the bed with me.

I returned the smile and pulled her into my arms, holding her close.

We stare into each other's eyes, our lips millimetres apart.

I want to say something, something meaningful, something from the heart,
something that sums up how I'm feeling right now, but I'm not sure what.

"I love you." Mickie said, looking deep into my eyes.

That works.

"I love you too." I said, before gently kissing her.

The kiss is long and passionate, but a lot softer than any we've had before.
It is clear that we're both very tired and need some sleep. There's still a
lot of questions that need to be asked, answers that need to be heard, things
that need to be done, but all that can wait. For now it's just me and Mickie,
in each other's arms, as it should have been from the beginning. And for now,
that's all that matters.



Mickie's POV

"You wanna fuck my ass do you Mickie?"

Trish asks me.

"Uh-huh."

I say biting my lip due to me not sure if Trish wants or has ever had anal
before due to this being the first time we have ever done anything like this
not just anal but also the first time we have ever used a strap on/dildo.

"Tell me."

Trish says grinning.

"Tell me what you want."

She adds.

I smile partly due to her wanting me to repeat myself and partly due to her
smile reassuring me that she wants me to do it as much as I want to do it.

"Trish."

I say pausing intentionally.

"I want to fuck you in your ass."

I add.

"I want you to bend over for me so I can slam your ass better than any guy
has ever slammed it before."

I continue on.

"An I'm going too."

I say again intentionally pausing.

"I'm going to butt fuck you Trish, I'm going to butt fuck you until you're
screaming in pleasure."

By now my smile has gone from a regular size one to an ear to ear one due to
me able to see through Trish's eyes what my "dirty talk" has done to her.

An because of this I decide to push the advantage that I seem to have over
her.

"Now I won't tell you again. Get on your hands and knees!"

Smiling an ear to ear smile back at me Trish rolls over onto her stomach and
gets up into the position I have just told her to get into.

Once Trish has assumed the position I want her to I grab the tube of KY jelly
and use it to coat my fingers once my fingers have enough KY on them I slide
one finger in to her ass hole making sure that I go slow not to torture or
tease Trish but to see just how loose she is if she is at all.

Much to my surprise and delight Trish is I would have to say 50/50 she isn't
an anal virgin to be sure however having said that she isn't as loose as well
as loose as could be.

I decide to slip a second finger in and sure enough my second finger slides
in just as easily as the first one did I quickly add a third and sure enough
that one slides right along with the other two.

An once all three fingers are in I decide to start getting her ass ready and
so I procced to use my fingers and butt fuck Trish with them and as I am butt
fucking her with my fingers I slowly every now and then twist my fingers in
and out and around the inside of her ass making sure that the lube rubs off
of my fingers and onto the inside of her asshole.

All of a sudden Trish turns her head around and looks back at me and I smile
at her able to tell from the look on her face that she was enjoying the
fingering but wanted more.

However we weren't going to do this by Trish's rules or at the speed she
wanted to go we where going to do this by my rules and at the speed I want us
to go.

In other words I'm in charge.

An just to prove my point I decide to tease and torture Trish a little more
than I already am.

"You like this Trish?"

I ask her making sure that she knows by the tone of my voice what I am doing.

"You like having my fingers in your ass?"

I add.

"Mmmmm,"

Trish moans.

"But I'd much rather have your cock in my ass."

She then says.

"Would you now Trish?"

I say continuing to tease her.

"You want my cock in your ass?"

I ask her.

"Yes."

Trish groans in such a delightful way.

"You want MY! cock in YOUR! ass?"

I ask her.

"Yes Mickie, I want YOUR! cock in MY! ass, only YOUR! cock."

She says or rather begs.

"Only mine?"

I ask her intent on pushing her to her very limits.

"Only yours."

Trish says.

"Good girl."

I say as I take my fingers out of Trish's asshole and once again reach for
the KY Jelly and once I have it I proceed to coating the dildo with a thick
layer of lube and once I am satisfied that it is lubed enough I then place
the tip of the cock to her puckered rosebud and begin to slowly push my way
inside.

Trish gasps loudly as her ass opens up around my cock once the head of my
cock is inside of her I stop and wait wanting to be sure that Trish is
comfortable and wants me to go on.

Trish doesn't say anything for quite a long time and part of me is wondering
weather to take this as a sign that she wants me to stop and pull out or that
she wants me to go on and put more of my cock in.

I decide to go on and so I slowly slide another inch of my cock into her ass
and once again Trish gasps and I again stop to allow her and her ass to
adjust to the intrusion.

I continue to do this feeding her ass a inch or so more of my cock and then
stopping and then continuing and then stopping until I felt my hips resting
against her ass cheeks which caused me to smile the biggest smile of the day
and night thus far due to the fact that my hips resting against her ass meant
that I now had my whole cock inside of her ass.

Despite having been very slow and gentle with the first invasion of her ass I
kept as still as I could so that Trish's ass could get used to the whole
thing being inside of her due to me intending to give her the butt fucking of
her life and making sure that she felt the whole 12 inches of it going in and
out of her backside with each and every thrust.

"How does that feel Trish?"

I ask her partly still teasing her and partly wanting to make sure that she
likes having my cock in her ass.

"Amazing."

Trish moans.

"Amazing, I can live with that."

I say intentionally repeating what Trish had said to me earlier in the
evening.

I then bend my body over making sure that my cock stays firmly in place
inside of Trish's ass and I kiss the back of her neck pressing my breasts
into her back again partly teasing and torturing her.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass now Trish?"

I ask her.

"Oh yes, oh god yes, please Mickie fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me up my ass,
ass fuck me, butt fuck me, bugger me, sodomise me, whatever you want to call
it, just do it, just please do it, fuck my ass Mickie!"

I took a moment to enjoy hearing Trish beg and decide that enough with the
teasing and the torture it was time to give her and me what we both wanted
and so I start to pull my cock out of her ass as slowly as I can causing her
to moan once my cock is out of her ass I again slowly slide it back in and I
continue to do this untill I get into a good rhythm and start to gently
sodomise Trish with the strap on dildo.

All of a sudden I hear Trish say.

"Harder Mickie, please fuck me harder! Please fuck me up the ass harder!
Please fuck me up my ass harder! Please fuck me up my slutty ass harder! I'm
such a slut for your cock Mickie, I'm such a slut for you. You're making me
feel like a total slut Mickie, your slut, your butt slut. Fuck me Mickie,
fuck your butt slut up her slutty ass as hard as you can and let her know
that you're the boss and she's the butt slut!"

I smile an ear to ear smile wondering if Trish knows how much I love it when
she talks dirty and deciding to show her that I can talk just as dirty as she
can.

I press my lips right up against her ear and say.

"Since you asked so nicely I'm going to fuck your ass nice and hard and make
you cum like the little butt slut you are, but while I'm quite happy to have
you as my butt slut I just want you to know, you are so much more to me than
just that. I love you Trish Stratus and you're my world, my everything, do
you understand?"

I waited for an answer and instead of just answering Trish turns her head and
looks back at me we stare at one and other for a moment before she breaks the
silence and says.

"I understand, and I love you too Mickie. I'm so sorry I didn't realise it
until now but from here on in your my everything too."

I smile an ear to ear smile at her.

"Good."

I say.

"Now."

I add as I kiss the back of her neck one last time and then return to my
original position which is upright and I grab her hips.

"Get ready Trish, my little butt slut, because I'm about to slam fuck your
ass harder than it's ever been slammed before!"

An with that I pull the dildo/strap on almost all of the way out and give
Trish a chance to relax and then just like I said I would thrust the
dildo/strap on as hard as I can back into her ass and continue to thrust in
and out of Trish's asshole as fast and as hard as I can holding onto her hips
for dear life and yet at the same time hoping that I don't leave any marks on
her hips due to how tightly I am holding on to them.

I continue to increase the pace until I am going as hard and as fast as I
can.

I'm going so hard and so fast I'm a tad worried I might be hurting Trish and
yet at the same time loving what I am doing. When it comes to sex I love
giving and receiving equally I know that sounds weird because most people are
either givers or receivers when it comes to sex however I actually don't mind
which it is I am doing weather I am giving the pleasure or receiving it.

I am suddenly awoken out of my thoughts by Trish moaning and groaning like a
true butt slut should basically like I was earlier when she was making me her
butt slut.

Thinking about that the fact that I was her butt slut earlier and I am now
making her my butt slut makes me smile due to the fact that before Trish
would never have gone for any of this she was a strict. "You pleasure me. I
don't pleasure you." Type of lover back when we where "having fun" However
today everything's changed in more ways than one. An I have to say I couldn't
be happier.

In point of fact I would have to say that this is without a shadow of a doubt
the happiest day of my life.

An as I think about how everything has changed between me and Trish from the
way we started out this morning to the way we where mid morning to the way we
are now I can't help but feel as though I have died and gone to heaven.

However I quickly come back down to earth and back to reality as I feel
Trish's backside begin to clamp down on my fake cock letting me know that she
is about ready to explode and it isn't long after that that Trish explodes so
hard that I can see and feel her body shaking violently due to how powerful
the orgasm the next thing I know Trish's ass cheeks and asshole are once
again clamping down on the strap on and again and I quickly realise Trish is
having multiple orgasms.

All of a sudden I feel myself explode without warning due to me having been
so focused on Trish I didn't realise or feel my own orgasm building until I
felt myself explode just as powerfully as Trish has.

Despite how good my orgasm is I still manage to keep fucking Trish up the ass
throughout it until once my orgasm and Trish's orgasms finish I begin to slow
down until eventually I come to a complete stop and after a few minutes I
remove the well used dildo/strap on from Trish`s ass.

Trish cries out as I remove it.

Which confuses me and makes me wonder weather she is crying out in pain or
relief Despite Trish's odd cry once the dildo is out of her now much looser
asshole I proceed to undo the straps and as I do I watch Trish lower herself
down onto the bed and roll over onto her side and then onto her back wincing
slightly as her ass comes into contact with the bed which causes me to smile
a little.

After having completely removed the dildo I place it on the table next to the
bed and look at Trish who is still wincing slightly as she tries to stay in
the position that she is.

I watch as Trish get's under the covers and positions herself in the centre
of the bed still on her back she then opens up the covers and looks at me.

I can tell she is inviting me in and I smile and climb in into the bed with
her.

Once I am in the bed Trish pulls me into her arms and holds me close.

We stare into each other's eyes for god knows how long our lips inches away
from one and other.

I want to say so much to her. I want to tell her how much I love her. I want
to tell her how glad I am that she chose me over a normal life. I also want
to promise her that I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure that
she doesn't regret the decision she has made.

And yet the only words that come out of my mouth are.

"I love you."

Those three words seems like a lot in one sense and yet not enough in
another.

"I love you too."

Trish says bringing me out of my thoughts as she kisses me gently long and
passionately and I kiss her back just as long and just as gently and just as
passionately I think maybe we are both trying to use this kiss as a way of
saying what we want to say to one and other with out words. I know I
certainly am.

Once we break the kiss we simply lay in one and other's arms looking at one
and other I can tell Trish is tired due to the fact her eyelids are getting
heavier and she is trying her best to keep them open. I know how she feels
because I am just as tried as her and I can feel my eyelids getting just as
heavy and yet I am doing the same thing she is I'm battling to stay awake.
This has been a hell of a day for both of us emotionally and physically I
think despite how physical we both have been it's been more draining
emotionally. An I know that everything isn't sorted out between us yet. I
know that there are still things that need to be asked and things that still
need to be answered. All of that can wait though. For now I'm just happy to
be here with Trish holding her and with her holding me for now at least
that's all that matters.

The End


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