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Pistol Kiss

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Lindy sat in the hotel room alone, she had no idea what was going on. She didnâ??t know that her father had promised an much older man her hand in marriage to keep the rest of the family safe. She sighs softly, light baby blue eyes closing as her painted pink lips push together. The girl hated waiting and she had been sitting on the bed wearing a quite ornate wedding dress for a while. Her curls bouncing around her as she looks around. The 15 year old was growing tired of waiting. She was getting tired of just sitting here and being a good girl. She was tired of the makeup they forced onto her and the dress. Lindy hated dresses and makeup and most of all she hated boys.
 
The only reason as to why 23 year old Vincent was pushed into this arranged marriage with this 15 year old was that the family of the little teenager had a debt to pay off to his boss. A major one, at that. What was rather interesting about it was that Lindy's father was quick to give her up just as soon as that man laid his eyes on Vincent's tall, muscular frame, brandishing a baseball bat in his hands.

Okay, Vincent thought as he straightened his tie out and smoothing out his suit a few times. So instead of breaking some knees, I get to break the little girl in instead. He thought again as he then adjusted a set of cufflinks on the sleeve.
 
The girl sits there innocently, not even thinking of what was about to happen to her. Her eyes moving about the room, feet swinging softly on the edge of the bed. For someone her age she had a rather good body. An almost b-cup chest and a small but growing rear. She stands softly, the dress pooling around her feet a little. Slowly the girl walks forward then back to the bed. Not wanting to anger her father any more then what he seemed to be.
 
Once he had everything together as he possibly could, Vincent then began to leave the assigned room he was in and began making his way over to the young bride's room, giving a few knocks on the door before he announced his presence.

"Lindy... It's time, little girl." Vincent's deep, gravelly sounding voice called outside. "Anytime you're ready, eh? No need to keep downplaying it or much longer." He added.
 
She walks to the door, knowing that she was to be married off but not what that man would do to her. She had been told a nice man with money wanted to make her happy. That marrying him would make him happy. â??Yes sir.â? She tells him softly, walking to the door. â??I will be in the chapel in a moment. She tells him, slowly leaving the room. She pulls her veil over her head, she makes her way to the chapel.

Lindy slowly walks down the isle, no happy people in the seats waiting for her. No band playing just her the a judge and some man. â??H..helloâ? She tells them softly, smiling at the pair. Her hands fidgeting with her flowers.
 
Once he heard Lindy's reply, Vincent then began to make his way over to the chapel to get this over with once and for all.

Upon arrival in the chapel and standing off to the side of the judge who would be presiding over the matter and waited for the bride to arrive, Vincent only trained his eyes up the aisle before spotting the young woman stepping towards him with an innocent little smile on her face.

Vincent decided to play along with her little game, smiling and waving back at her in the same innocent manner as if there was nothing wrong. But he had already known what to expect out of this.
 
She smiles at him, slowly lifting her veil. Her eyes on her new husband. The judge started right off, saying all the same things they said on TV to each of them. Lindy yawns as he rattles on, her young mind already bored with the whole thing. When he got to her she says yes halfway thought his little speech shutting him up quickly. â??You may now kiss the bride.â? He says to the pair, Lindy looks confused. No one told her she had to kiss some man. The girl blushes and looks down, curls falling in front of her face slowly,
 
Vincent continued to stand there as the judge presiding over this little marriage of their, listening to him rattle on about god, to have and to hold and so on and so forth until he heard Lindy interrupt him by saying yes.

Ah... Someone's itching to get hitched... Vincent thought as he then heard the phrase he needed to hear from the judge. Without a a second thought, Vincent leaned in and placed a mild kiss on her lips.
 
She blushes as he kisses her slowly leaning forward, her lips transferring a little of her pink gloss to his lips. Lindy pulls back slowly unsure of what to do now. She looks at her feet, then she looks at him. Smiling sweetly, she holds her roses tighter. She then slowly walks back down the isle. Making her way to the room her parents told her to go back to after the man got her. Slowly she sits back onto the bed where she sat not to long ago.
 
Not long after the two kissed, Vincent continued to hold his little smirk, knowing full well of what would come next: The honeymoon. He had hoped for her sake that she was in a forthcoming mood with what he had planned for it. He noticed, however, that some of Lindy's lipgloss had transferred itself onto his own, somewhat coating them with a slight sheen of sorts. No matter, he figured. He'd at least be able to get another one of those candy-tasting kisses later.

But then again, the two were married now, so why wait? Not for nothing, but this little girl was something that he wanted to enjoy, but slowy at first. He didn't want to break her in too hard. No, that would be the wrong thing to do. After she had gone back to her room, Vincent returned to his room to change out of that damned suit he was forced to wear for the beginning of the occasion and now that it was over, it was no longer needed. Upon coming out dressed in a mostly sleeveless black shirt, loose fitted track pants and a pair of sneakers, Vincent walked over to Lindy's room and knocked on the door a few more times before he announced his presence once again.

"Hey Lindy." He called inside. "Mind if I come in?" He asked.
 
Lindy sits on the bed, for a while before even thinks of taking the dress off. When the idea comes to her she slowly stands pulling each piece of clothing off until she was just in her bra and panties both a crisp white. She then pulls on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Pulling her hair down then back up into a pony tail. This was much more comfortable. She sighs and flops back onto the bed. When Vincent asks to come in she says yes without even thinking. Eyes half closed she hangs on the edge of sleep.
 
Not long after being welcomed inside, Vincent took slow calculated steps towards Lindy even as she near the edge of sleep. Apparently, this whole affair was taking its toll on her quite physically. Undaunted as he sat beside her, Vincent's left hand reached out for her and rested it on her thigh gently and offered a few gentle caresses while smiling at her softly.

"So..." He began with that same look on his face. "How does it feel being married, eh? Was it anything like you ever dreamed?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from her as he spoke.
 
She looks back at him, Lindy had been up since well before five. Her parents had to drive her to hotel. Then all the fussing and pushing. The makeup they forced on her and the dress. She looks at him oddly for a second when he rests his hand on her. She shifts uncomfortably unsure of what to do. â??I donâ??t know. I never imagined what being married would be like.â? She smiles up at him, â??My name is Lindy Kings.â? She stops, â??Well I know my name is Lindy still. Whatâ??s your name?â?
 
"Vincent." He answered. "Vincent Cooper." He added, nodding once at Lindy before patting her thigh gently. "And if you want my opinion on the whole matter, marriage to me is nothing different than going on a date. You wine, you dine and eventually 69." He continued with a shrug of his shoulders. "If anything more goes on from there, then so be it. If not, then hey. It's not in the cards."
 
â??Nice to meet you sir.â? She says softly, closing her eyes. Lindy frowns at his words not quite getting what the last part meant. Her parents had not talked that much about sex. â??What does the last part mean? The sixty nine thing?â?


((sorry about the short post))
 
Vincent glanced over to Lindy and arched an eyebrow at her when she asked him about what a 69 was. Smirking and shaking his head, Vincent simply said, "A 69 is where a guy lies underneath a woman and eats her pussy while the girl crawls on top of him and sucks his cock." He explained shrugging at her a moment later.

"Man... You really are sheltered, aren't you?" Vincent joked, shaking his head at her once more.
 
She blushes, â??Thatâ??s nasty! You pee from there!â? She looks down and moves away from this disgusting man. Who wanted to put there mouth there! That was nasty. â??Well.â? She stops unsure of what to say or do. She was married to this freak. â??So..â?
 
"There's also something else you do from there, as well, Lindy." Vincent answered in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "Something that makes you feel good afterwards." He added with a small smirk as he gazed at that pretty little face of hers.
 
She blushes and moves away, â??Its distrusting I bet.â? Her family had neglected to tell her about the birds and bees. Sex and all that came with it was something she would get the pleasure to learn from him. Home schooling her would end up helping him in the long run. â??What is it? A small but growing blush crosses her face as she moves herself to the edge of the bed away from him. â??Also you know when my parents are getting back?â?
 
"Well," Vincent answered with a shrug and a smirk. "I can teach you about those things that your folks haven't gotten the chance to do." He added, looking at her with the same smile on his face.

"And as for your parents, they'll be back in about..." He added, looking down at his watch for a moment. "They'll back in about a hour from now. They told me they had a few errands to run." He concluded, looking over to her as he laid his hand down on his lap.
 
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