Mistaken Identity

Synopsis:

Mistaken Identity is about a woman who finds inner strength being someone else, but may be the fool in the end for her deceit.

Author's Note:

I started Mistaken Identity from a wedding prompt given by my writing buddy LaDonna in her Yahoo group called Too Sexy For You Writers.

The prompt had to contain a sex scene and a wedding scene. I produced a short story. Everyone enjoyed it so much and demanded a part 2.

By the end of that, I was getting threats for my life and decided to produce a blog so everyone could read the story.

Enjoy!

Part 1

"Lonely Ass Bitch!" shrilled her drunken twin sister, Denise, at least twice last night so everyone could hear at her bachelorette party.

Of course, Dana couldn't fault her sister for her verbal lashing. For some reason, despite Denise's success in her personal life that Dana could never accomplish, Denise was always venomously jealous of Dana for having a great business life.

Dana had opted to drop out of college in her third year just shy of twenty credits to her bachelors to open up her own medical billing office. Denise had stayed in school, met Jerome Lott, who was the all-star quarterback from another Detroit high school, where they had all grown up, and had become second round draft pick for the Detroit Lions.

So Denise was living pretty in her expensive home out in the boondocks of Michigan, while Dana was still living in the two family flat that she owned all alone, but making a very comfortable living for herself. With her office on the first side and her own living quarters on the second side, she lived quite well – all alone.

Dana was never a good people person. Denise was the star. She flitted around and became popular wherever they went, while Dana had a hard time just making eye contact.

So now, she sat in the corner of her sister's massive master bedroom watching her sister bitch and cry about how hung over she was from last night's party. Her maidens in waiting – mostly sorority sisters – babied her and coddled her.

No one really paid attention to Dana, who sat in the corner dress in the ugly lime green dress that the maid of honor was assigned to wear. Denise's color for the wedding was white and gold. Dana knew the only reason she had been given the position of maid of honor was because their mother had ordered it.

Denise could care less if her own twin sister was apart of the ceremony or not.

"Fuck it!" Denise screamed. "Get this damn dress off me now!"

Everyone, except Dana all tried to persuade her, but Denise's shallow mind was made up and she began to almost rip the dress off of her until her best friend, Gloria, came up and unzipped it for her.

Dana bit her lip and watched her sister run out the room angrily, in only a camisole bra, panties, and stocking. Denise had always been high strung and most likely would need either a "pick me up," to get her nerves to calm down or a large gallon of vodka. Either or wouldn't matter.

Everyone, except Dana, followed her sister out leaving Dana in the room by herself. The ceremony wasn't due to start for another hour and most likely; Denise was just using the last of her time to cry for the attention she loved to have.

Dana went over to the door and locked it. The ceremony was taking place in the back yard at the home Jerome had bought for his soon to be wife and the only one with a key would be Denise or Jerome, but he wasn't even here. He had stayed at the hotel for the past three weeks because Denise wanted to "keep him away" as if they hadn't been fucking at all for the past five years. But Denise loved to make people think she was always the good girl.

Maybe because Dana had always really been the one. Dana was no virgin, but she had always been selective about who she choose to open her legs to. For the past year, Denise had tried to get information out of Dana about who was "her first," but Dana had kept that information to herself. That was none of anyone's business and if the boy wasn't talking then neither would Dana.

When she was positive she could hear here sister screaming for attention downstairs, Dana went over to the gorgeous wedding dress and picked it up. Quickly, without another thought, she pulled off her lime green dress and put on her sister's wedding dress.

She knew she would never have another opportunity like this again and she didn't want it to pass.

It fit perfectly. Well it should. They were twins and the only thing that separated them was their personalities. For one day, Dana would have loved to become "Denise." Just take what she wanted, lived like she wanted, acted without rules or morals –

The door opened suddenly and she turned to stare straight into Jerome's face. He was dressed in his tuxedo and fuck if he didn't look damn good in it from head to toe. Thick wide shoulders, six feet seven in height, thick powerful thighs, long legs, big feet, and flawless brownish-red complexion. He was freshly shaven and shorn. His baldhead glistened and for some reason her fingertips longed to just touch his head.

"Damn! Denise," he hissed, closing and locking the door. "You look gorgeous."

Before she could admit the truth, he seemed to leap across the massive room in one second and swept her up in his arms. Big powerful arms with large hands that seemed everywhere at once. His tongue entwined in hers and he tasted like dark chocolate and peppermint.

'Just for a second, Dana,' she told herself responding just as passionate as he.

His shaft pressed against her, despite the layers of the dress and she knew that his big feet represented a lot more than just a big man. Instantly, her pussy was wet and she was reminded that she hadn't had any in a very long time.

He broke the kiss suddenly. "Fuck a wait, D. Ok?"

Every time she was about to protest, his juicy soft lips nibbled, suckled and licked over her own to stop any objection. Soon his tongue was back down her throat and he was removing the dress with a tenderness that amazed her from such a large man. He tossed his jacket to the ground and before she knew it his pants was down on his knees.

'Two more minutes, Dana,, and then stop him and tell him the truth,' she told herself running her hands over this bald scalp loving the feel of it on her palm, then quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he suckled her neck. She would see that come morning, she was sure of it, but damn if she didn't care and wanted more.

He pushed her bra down. His mouth found a hardened nipple and went to town on it. Suckling it as if milk were bout to burst forth.

'Shit! Damn!' her mind cursed, but she only bit her lip to fight the urge to speak not wanting him to hear her voice knowing she would give her identity away.

He carried her to the bed, his mouth still attached to her breast and when her back touched the bed, he was over her continuing his plight down to where her passion was overflowing.

His hands moved between her thighs and one of his thick digits pressed passed her panties and into her heaven.

"Fuck, D. You so wet. You've never been this damn wet before." He chuckled triumphantly as he removed his finger and sucked nosily on it.

She sat up, not wanting him to get a good look at her face, but he wasn't interested in looking at her face at that moment because his face followed his hands again as he pushed her panties out the way and that fat strapping tongue of his lavish some real special attention that she hadn't gotten in almost a decade. Oh damn! Oh damn!

When he came up, his deep almond eyes were glistening in passion as his face was covered in her juice. Just as he stood up to climb on the bed, she leaned over and engulfed him deep in her mouth.

"Oh f-f-f..." He couldn't even get the whole curse out and his thighs trembled as she found she was so damn starving for dick, her nose was touching the hairs of his groin. She was swallowing his eight thick inches whole and loving every sweet inch of it.

Jerome shoved her shoulders down on the bed and sumptuously connected his mouth with hers as he drove his shaft deep in her wet cavern to the hilt. He was mindless in pleasure and she met his thrust, bracing for impact, arching her back and scratching his ass for more.

He was growing inside her and she knew he was coming just as she exploded and her inner muscles massaged his thick shaft.

She could feel his come running down her ass as he strained to breath in the crook of her neck. 'You are so bad,' she giggled to herself, but quickly stifled it just as he abruptly moved up to look down at her.

He narrowed his eyes and then suddenly frowned. "Dana?"

PART 2

Dana didn't know what to say or do. The look in his eyes still showed he was unsure as to whom he had been making love to or would that be called making love? No, Dana had been thoroughly fucked and she wasn't going to feel bad about it.

But she sufficed the satisfied giggle that wanted to burst forth from her lips.

Jerome dislodged abruptly and she gasped as the movement created an erotic spasm. He quickly fixed his clothes and began to pace his big body in front of her, while she slowly sat up feeling a slight soreness between her leg.

"Dana!" he hissed.

She nodded sheepishly and stood up straightening up her underwear.

Jerome turned his back to her quickly. She smiled feeling a bit honored by his respect even after what they had just shared as she put on the ugly green dress and laid the wedding dress on the bed over the stain 'they' had created.

"Denise is downstairs," Dana said quietly as he turned back around to face her.

He flinched at looking at the horrible dress, but then those cool brown eyes settled on her face again. "Why?"

She shrugged and lowered her eyes now embarrassed. "I won't tell," she promised as she moved to unlock the door.

He grabbed her arm and swung her around. His lips hungrily kissed her and Dana felt her pulse rising as he pulled her against his wide chest and those large arms circled her waist and his hands cupped her ass. Damn, he smelled good, he kissed good and he felt good all over.

When he moved away, he said, "I want you."

Breathlessly she said, "That sounds personal."

Shrieks and screams were coming up the stairs and they knew Denise was coming back. He practically dragged her into the closet and closed the door. They could see through the door's blinds as the bedroom door slam open. Her sister's entourage followed her sister in.

Denise snatched up the dress. "Hurry up!" she screamed at them.

Dana felt Jerome press his body close to hers, but she knew he was trying to see what was going on. Still his breath could be felt on the corners of her ear. She closed her eyes briefly feeling her body responding to his proximity. Damn, all the other times, she had admired Jerome from afar. He had never come this close unless it was a brief handshake or passing by. Never this close.

The sorority sisters clamored about Denise to help her on with the dress.

Denise's best friend, Gloria, went over to the bed that had been messed up during their tryst and looked hard at the bedspread.

"Who messed up the bed?" Gloria asked.

Dana gasped and Jerome quickly put a hand over her mouth

Denise stopped what she was doing and looked at the bed. "Who the fuck was on my bed?"

Everyone in the vicinity of Denise denied it.

Dana wanted to whimper in dismay, but with Jerome covering her mouth and his body pressed so damn close to her, her body was very aware that they couldn't make a sound.

"Where's Dana?" Gloria asked suspiciously.

"Who cares," Denise sneered.

"I'm asking because she is probably the one who did it."

Denise seethed, "That selfish trifling heifer. What the hell was she doing on it?"

Dana seriously wanted to defend or lie or something because she didn't want Jerome to hear this, but he didn't seemed fazed by the malevolence in Denise's voice. Instead, his free hand was now roaming down her waist and was slowly hiking up her dress. She tried to stop his hand, but then his lips began to attack the crook of her neck.

Once her thighs were revealed, he moved his hand between her legs and pleasingly massaged her clit until her hips grinded against his groin. He had become erect, but his intentions for arousing her were different this time.

The hand that covered her mouth moved away to caress her neck and move to the front of her dress to gently squeeze each breast making her nipples instantly hardened.

He dropped to his knees and moved her until her front pressed against the wall next to the door. The shrieks and noises outside the door seem to completely die away as his mouth moved in to taste her. He parted her thighs and dipped his face into the crack. His tongue lavished attention to her puckered hole as his thick digits dipped into her wetness exciting her even more.

She was mindless to anything but the pleasurable exhilaration he was evoking in her. The tip of his delicious tongue licked her backside, down the crack and even lapped around the labia. He was eating her like he hadn't eaten in days and Dana was enjoying every second of it.

When he stood abruptly, she felt his shaft press again her backside and with all the moistness, he easily slipped the tip of his hardened penis into her ass. Never having experienced this, Dana at first tightened up, but his kisses to her neck and back for some reason instantly relaxed her.

His hand continued to stimulate her clit, while he pressed himself fully inside her. She bit her lip trying not to giggle at his whispered curses of pleasure. The more his hand moved the more stimulated she became and he gyrated his hips thrusting his pole into her tightness. He had begun to sweat. She crooked her head back to enjoy his mouth, tasting her essence on his lips, and entangle her tongue with his.

His fingers titillated her to orgasm at the same time he exploded deep in her ass. She was soundly filled and prayed they had not made enough noise over Denise's shrieking to be heard.

"You don't taste like cow."

She had to cover her mouth to suffice a giggle.

"We're so fucking bad," he whispered in her ear with a deep chuckle.

In her mind, she said, 'Yes, we are. Would it be wrong to ask for more?'

When he dislodged, she faced him and watched as he yanked a shirt off the hook to clean himself before straightening up his clothes.

He leaned in and kissed her softly. She responded tenderly touched by his gentleness.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm not marrying your sister, Dana."

Part 3

Before she could even respond to that, he covered her mouth as someone's voice came closer to the closet.

"It's on the inside of the door," Gloria was instructing someone.

The door suddenly swung opened and a slender arm reached in, grabbed the white shawl hanging on the door and the door slammed back.

She pushed Jerome away and quickly put on her dress. Jerome zipped it up for her.

"Did you see that?" Gloria inquired, from the bedroom.

"What?" Denise asked.

"In the closet."

Dana shoved Jerome to the back of the closet behind the clothes and moved in front of the door just as it swung open.

The entourage stood behind Denise, who was glaring at Dana.

"What the hell are you doing in my closet?" Denise demanded.

"And what's wrong with your hair?" Gloria instigated.

Dana snorted obviously. "I fell asleep on your bed waiting for this boring wedding to start and I messed up my hair. When I heard you all coming back I knew you'd pitch a bitch, Denise, so I ran to the closet." She felt her dark brown shoulder length locks were going everywhere and tried to make sense out of them without a mirror.

A knock on the door and their mother peaked her head in. "The groom's limousine just arrived."

Denise forgot about Dana and quickly demanded for someone to help her with her dress and veil.

Dana stepped out the closet and closed the door, wondering how were they going to get Jerome to the alter without Denise or her stupid soros seeing him.

"Trisha," Gloria called on of the soros. "Go make sure the groom's men stay outside except for Andre and we'll finish dressing Denise in the family room."

Her sister didn't protest once her dress was zipped back up and her entourage followed her out the room to take the backstairs to the family room.

Gloria caught Trisha's arm and said, "Bring Andre up here. I'll make some sense out of Dana's hair." Her tone was filled with disgust as if she dreaded the deed of even touching Dana.

Dana tried to leave out, but Gloria blocked her way.

"I was going to the bathroom downstairs," Dana said. "I think I can fix my own hair."

"No, you can't and I won't have Denise's wedding ruined by you. You of all people know she's been waiting for this her whole life." Gloria moved behind Dana and feverishly worked her hair back into the ugly bun.

A knock on the door came again and Andre entered the room. He was Jerome's best friend and Gloria's husband.

After a short kiss of affection, Gloria asked him. "And how late did the groom stay out drinking?"

Andre shrugged. "Hell if I know, but while we were around him, he never touched a drop. He ducked out the hotel about four this morning, moping about how Denise's been denying him for the past six months." His tone sounded just a little bit too proud. "I thought for sure he'd sneak over here to get a piece. He hit my cell phone at eight this morning to let me know he picked up a new tuxedo, instead of coming back to the hotel to get his. I got his anyways, just in case."

"We haven't seen him," Gloria said, finishing up Dana's hair.

"Let me call his cell," Andre said worriedly.

Dana gasped knowing if Jerome was in the closet and his cell went off, Andre and Gloria would know where he was hiding.

"WAIT!" Dana screamed at the top of her lungs, holding on to Andre's hand before he pressed any buttons. "Should you just check the rest of the house before CALLING JEROME'S CELL PHONE TO FIND HIM?"

"You're talking crazy!" Andre snipped and wrangled his arm back before pressing the buttons on his phone.

Dana breathed a sigh of relief when seconds passed and nothing was heard.

"It went to voicemail," Andre said. "I'll call again in a minute. How's Denise? She okay? She hasn't backed out yet?" He looked really concerned.

"Bossy and snappish as usual. Let me walk you out, so you can give me some uppers to help Denise. She really needs something to calm her ass down," Gloria said, but looked back at Dana sharply. "Don't get messed up anymore before the ceremony."

Dana only nodded too happy to see them leave. When the cost was clear, Jerome came out the closet looking a bit sheepish, yet still devilishly handsome.

He started for her, but she put her hands out to stop to stop him.

"Not another step, Jerome Alexander Lott," she ordered. This had been the most she'd ever spoken to him or any guy. "You would be a fool to alter a very important life decision, because of a silly fling you had with your soon to be sister in law! Denise and I may not get along, but I refuse to be the cause of ruining the day she's waited for her entire life."

Jerome looked almost upset at her soliloquy. "You're right."

"Furthermore, I apologize for everything. I was wrong to allow you to do that and even more wrong for letting it happen again."

He frowned.

"Aren't you going to apologize too?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked insulted. "I'm not sorry."

She rolled her eyes heavenwards. He could be so incorrigible. "Then know this, Jerome. It won't happen again."

A smirk crossed those gorgeous thick lips of his making her heart jump. He approached her, but didn't touch her. "We'll see about that, Dana."

When he was gone out the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. She just needed this whole day over with. Going into the private master bathroom, she showered quickly without messing up her hair, then use Denise's vanity mirror to reapply her make up and borrowed some of her sister's underwear.