Tuck’s American Road Trip! The Agony The Ecstasy - Sex Stories

Tuck’s American Road Trip! The Agony The Ecstasy

... being just another loan officer specializing in loans for small home mortgages, home improvements, automobiles, trucks, mobile homes, motorcycles and boats. But he was very good at it. And he was marrying Prissy after all, and after four years of dating. Prissy was a very attractive and refined young lady. Many coworkers did not know why she wasted her time on Tuck Grayson, with a working class background growing up in central Florida’s agricultural and orange grove section. Actually, ‘redneck’ was the popular term they used for Tuck’s background. But Tuck had put himself through college and was now a bank loan officer. As Tuck, Bimbo and Dr. Thurson arrived at the back door to the sanctuary, Marinel, one of Prissy’s bridesmaids came frantically running up to them. Marinel yelled, “We have a problem!” “Excuse me?” asked Dr. Thurson. “Yes, Tuck you need to come with me!” insisted Marinel. Tuck urgently followed Marinel as she hurriedly led him around a corner and down the corridor to the room where Prissy and her bridesmaids had been stored away doing their last minute finishing touches before the ceremony was to begin. As Tuck entered the room all of the bridesmaids scurried out with a serious scowl on their faces. All that was left was Prissy sitting in a chair slightly teary eyed and not wearing her white wedding dress, next to her sat Arlene, her Maid of Honor, but in Tuck’s mind, Queen Bitch. Arlene looked at him with her usual disapproving look of superiority, only ...

... this time it had the air and smirk of victory. Tuck looked at Prissy and asked, “Prissy what is the problem, why aren’t you in your wedding dress?” Prissy looked at Tuck then turned her eyes away from his and stood up with her head held back pridefully she exclaimed, “I cannot marry you Bradley!” (Prissy had never liked to call him Tuck thinking it was not dignified enough so she had always referred to him by his name Bradley.) “What?” asked a dumbfounded Tuck. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. It had been Prissy after all that had asked him to marry her. “You are just not right for me. I can do better!” rudely exclaimed Prissy. Arlene could barely hold back her victorious grin. “I was mistaken for being involved with you,” Prissy said, “I am so sorry it had to end this way, but I will never be happy with you, I want caviar and champagne and you are beer and chips.” At that Prissy and Arlene smartly strutted across the room and out the door. Tuck stood there flabbergasted and trying to digest everything that had just happened. Then he thought of the guests and his mother sitting out in the sanctuary waiting for the wedding to start. Tuck ran down the hall and bolted in the door of the sanctuary and walked to the foot of the pulpit. All eyes were locked on Tuck intently as all of the guests wanted to know what was going on. “There will not be a wedding today folks!” announced Tuck loudly as he found himself just now starting to feel the anger build up inside. “I was just ...