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MidReal Story
Fall For You
Scenario:At a wedding, as the best man and maid of honor were about to make their entrance, the maid of honor surprised everyone and the best man by offering the best man a piggyback ride
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Ethan
He is the best man at his friend's wedding. He is humorous, loyal, and cautious. During the wedding ceremony, he is hesitant but amused by the maid of honor's unexpected offer for a piggyback ride. Throughout the event, Ethan struggles with unresolved feelings for his childhood friend, Emma, who is the maid of honor. The ride becomes a turning point as it brings back memories of their past and forces Ethan to confront his emotions.
Emma
She is the maid of honor at her best friend's wedding. She is playful, determined, and caring. Despite Ethan's initial hesitation, she insists on giving him a piggyback ride as they walk down the aisle. The act reveals her longheld feelings for Ethan and serves as a catalyst for their potential relationship. Emma has grown up and moved on but still cherishes the friendship and hopes to rekindle their connection deeper than just history.
Jordan
He is the groom at his wedding. He is humorous, supportive, and sentimental. As best man, he relies on Ethan to provide comedic relief and emotional support during his special day. Jordan trusts Ethan with important responsibilities but also encourages him to have fun and enjoy the celebration. His marriage marks a significant milestone in his life, signaling his commitment to Emma's cousin, Olivia.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I asked, my voice low and cautious.
"Are you sure that’s a good idea?"
The maid of honor looked up at me, her eyes wide with amusement.
"I’m positive."
I stared down at her, unsure how to react.
We were standing just outside the ceremony, about to walk down the aisle as the best man and maid of honor.
This was my friend Jordan’s wedding, and I was happy to be there for him.
But right now, my focus was on the woman in front of me.
She was holding onto my hands, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Want to know what would make this entrance way more fun?"
She had asked me that question just a minute ago, and before I could even process what she was saying, she’d dropped her purse, grabbed my hands, and climbed onto my back.
Now she was perched there, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands resting on my shoulders.
Her grin was playful, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
"Let’s reverse the roles," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear.
Before I could respond, she slid off my back and stood in front of me.
She handed me her bouquet, and then turned around, her back facing me.
I stared at her, unsure what to do next.
But before I could ask any questions, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Come on. Climb on."
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the guests who were watching us with curiosity.
But Emma wasn’t having it.
She tapped her foot impatiently, and I knew that if I didn’t do as she asked, she’d probably drag me down the aisle herself.
So I took a deep breath and climbed onto her back.
I wrapped my arms around her neck, feeling a little ridiculous but also kind of excited.
She adjusted her stance to make sure we were both balanced, and then she started walking. We took slow steps at first, both of us laughing as we tried to get our bearings.
But as we made our way down the aisle, I started to relax into it.
It was actually kind of fun to be carried by someone else for a change.
And Emma seemed to be enjoying herself too, judging by the way she was giggling as we walked.
As we continued down the aisle, I could hear the guests murmuring and laughing around us.
I adjusted my grip around Emma’s neck, trying to make sure that I wasn’t putting too much weight on her.
But she didn’t seem to mind.
She kept walking, her steps steady and confident.
Suddenly, I heard a voice ring out from the crowd.
"Emma, your skirt is up!"
I looked down, and my heart sank.
Emma’s dress was caught between her legs and mine, and her bright-colored panties were visible to everyone in attendance.
As we continued down the aisle, I couldn’t resist taking a jab.
"Nice color choice," I whispered, nodding towards her exposed panties.
Emma’s cheeks flushed pink, but she just grinned and shot back, "At least they’re not boring like your tie."
The guests chuckled around us, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
I adjusted my grip around Emma’s neck again, making sure not to weigh her down too much.
She kept walking steadily, her pace never wavering.
As we neared the altar, I could hear Jordan and his bride exchanging vows.
Their voices were filled with emotion, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sentimental myself.
But then Emma’s voice broke through my thoughts.
"You know, you’re heavier than you look," she whispered in my ear.
I laughed and whispered back, "And your underwear is brighter than it should be."
Emma chuckled softly, "Maybe I planned it this way to distract everyone from my terrible speech later."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her confession.
"Wait, you mean you actually have stage fright?"
After the ceremony, we headed to the after-party, where I finally had the chance to talk to Emma properly.
We found a quiet corner and started chatting about our jobs.
I told her about my work as a graphic designer, and she shared stories about her students.
She laughed when I mentioned that I’d once designed a logo for a cat food company, and I chuckled when she talked about her students’ antics in class.
As we talked, I noticed how her eyes lit up when she spoke about her students.
It was clear that she was passionate about teaching, and it made me smile to see her so enthusiastic.
We sipped on cocktails and continued talking, slowly getting to know each other better.
I refilled our drinks and asked her more questions about her job.
"So, what made you choose teaching?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Emma took a sip of her drink and replied, "Honestly, I wanted to make a difference, even if it’s just for one kid."
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Sounds like you're doing exactly that."
I noticed her hand brushing against mine as we sat there, the buzz of the reception fading into background noise.
She was mid-sentence about her fourth-grade students when Jordan's sister Sarah approached our table, cocktail in hand.
I quickly withdrew my hand, feeling like a teenager caught doing something wrong.
Emma straightened her dress - still wrinkled from our piggyback adventure - while Sarah pulled up a chair uninvited.
Her eyes darted between us with that all-knowing big sister look I remembered from high school.
"So, what’s going on here?" Sarah asked, her voice teasing but curious.
Emma shot me a quick glance before responding, "Just swapping embarrassing stories and trying to forget about my wardrobe malfunction."
Sarah smirked, leaning in conspiratorially, "Well, you two looked like you were having way too much fun for just friends."
"Maybe we should spice things up," Sarah said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Emma and I exchanged a glance, the tension from our earlier conversation still lingering.
I could feel the weight of our unresolved feelings hanging between us.
Sarah’s boyfriend, who had been quietly observing our exchange, suddenly piped up, "What about strip poker?"
Emma laughed nervously, while I just stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
He nodded enthusiastically, pulling out a deck of cards from his pocket.
"Absolutely. It’ll be fun!"
Emma glanced at me again, and I could see the challenge in her eyes.
She knew I wasn’t one to back down from a dare.
"Okay, fine," she said finally, turning to Sarah’s boyfriend with a smirk.
"But don’t expect me to go easy on you."
I reluctantly nodded in agreement, curious to see where this would lead.
We moved to a small table in the corner of the room, away from prying eyes.
The game began with low stakes - just shirts and shoes for now. I watched Emma closely as she shuffled the cards with confidence.
She was good at hiding her emotions, but I could sense a hint of nervousness beneath her bravado.
As we started playing, I focused on my cards, trying to block out the rising tension between us.
"Alright, let’s play," Sarah said, her voice filled with excitement.
We all nodded in agreement, though I could tell Emma and I were both a bit hesitant.
The four of us - Emma, Sarah, Nate, and myself - sat down at a small table in the corner of the after-party.
The music was still loud, but we were far enough away from the crowd that we could hear each other talk.
"Strip poker, huh?"
I said, trying to sound casual.
Emma smirked at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"You scared?"
I shook my head, grinning back at her.
"Not at all."
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Let’s get started!"
Nate shuffled the cards and dealt them out to each of us.
We all looked down at our hands, trying to determine what we had.
I had a decent hand - two jacks and a king - but I wasn’t sure if it was good enough to win. "What do you want to bet?"
Emma asked, looking up at me with a playful smile.
I hesitated for a moment before responding.
"How about shirts?"
She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my suggestion.
"Shirts?"
I nodded, feeling a bit nervous now that I’d made the bet.
"Yeah. If I win, you have to take off your shirt."
She thought about it for a moment before nodding her head in agreement.
"Okay. But if I win, you have to take off your shirt too."
I grinned at her, feeling a bit more confident now that she’d agreed to my terms.
"Deal."
We both put our bets down on the table and waited for the other two players to make their moves.
Sarah and Nate were both betting small - just a sock or a shoe - but they were still playing along with us. As we played the first round, I couldn’t help but notice how much fun Emma was having.
She was laughing and joking with everyone at the table, clearly enjoying herself immensely. And even though I was still feeling a little nervous about playing strip poker with her, I had to admit that she was making it much more enjoyable than I’d expected. By the end of the first round, Emma had won with three jacks and a queen.
I had to remove my shirt as per our agreement, leaving me in just my undershirt and pants.
Emma chuckled, "Looks like I’m off to a good start."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, "Beginner’s luck."
Sarah leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Or maybe she’s just better at reading you than you think."
After that, we all agreed to join in the strip poker game.
Nate and I exchanged a look, both of us amused by the turn of events.
We started winning hands, and soon Emma was the one losing clothes.
Her dress was the first to go, revealing bright pink underwear that matched her earlier wardrobe malfunction.
She laughed it off, but I could see a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.
She was beautiful, with long legs and smooth skin.
Finally, she was down to just her b#a and p###s.
She looked at me with a smile, "Well, I guess I’m not as good at poker as I thought."
I chuckled, feeling a little bad for her, "Don’t worry, you’re still a great teacher."
She laughed, "Thanks. But I think I need to work on my poker skills."
As we played on, Sarah started to lose c###s too.
She ended up in a bright blue b#a and pink u####r that clashed hilariously.
Emma and I exchanged an amused glance.
At least we weren’t the only ones feeling embarrassed now. But as the game continued, Emma started to look less comfortable.
As she glanced at me, I could see a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
She seemed to be questioning whether this was all worth it.
I wanted to reassure her, but before I could say anything, Sarah suddenly piped up, "Hey, remember that time we gave each other piggyback rides?"
Emma laughed, "Oh yeah! That was so much fun."
Sarah grinned mischievously, "Why don’t we do it again? Right here."
Emma’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a playful smile spread across her face, "Sure. Why not?"
I watched as Emma stood up and turned around, offering her back to Sarah.
Sarah climbed onto Emma’s back, wrapping her legs around her waist.
Emma adjusted her grip and started walking around the room, with Sarah giggling on her back.
They stumbled a bit and nearly knocked over a vase, but managed to catch themselves just in time.
Nate and I chuckled from the sidelines, enjoying the show.
As they circled around the room, Emma seemed to be having fun again.
As they passed by our table, Sarah called out, "Hey, why don’t we reverse roles?"
Emma hesitated for a moment, but then nodded in agreement.
They stopped and turned around, with Sarah sliding off Emma’s back.
Then Emma climbed onto Sarah’s back, still in her bright pink underwear.
Sarah adjusted her grip and started walking again, with Emma giggling on her back.
This time, they nearly knocked over a chair, but managed to dodge it just in time.
As they continued walking around the room, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
Emma was laughing and having fun again, and it was nice to see her so carefree.
Nate nudged me with his elbow and whispered, "Look at her. She’s a completely different person now."
I nodded in agreement, watching as Emma and Sarah made their way around the room.
After a few more laps, they finally stopped in front of us.
Emma slid off Sarah’s back and grinned at me, "Want to join in?"
I hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and stood up.
"Sure. Why not?"
Emma and I exchanged a glance, and then she turned around and offered me her back.
Sarah did the same to Nate, who just laughed and shook his head.
I hesitated for a moment, still trying to process what was happening.
But Emma’s eyes were sparkling with anticipation, so I finally nodded and climbed onto her back.
Nate hopped onto Sarah’s back, and we started walking around the room together.
We moved slowly, trying not to bump into anyone or anything.
Emma’s laughter echoed through the room as we walked, and I couldn’t help but smile too.
As we completed our lap around the room, we ended up near the bar.
The bartender looked up at us and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the sight.
"Having fun?"
Emma grinned, "Definitely."
The bartender chuckled and said, "Well, you’re definitely making the most of the evening."
We continued walking around the room, enjoying ourselves immensely.
As we passed by a group of people dancing, Emma suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She turned around to face me, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Hey, let’s do something else," she said.
I raised an eyebrow, curious about what she had in mind.
"What did you have in mind?"
She leaned in close and whispered, "Let’s have a race. You on my back and Nate on Sarah’s. We can run to the pool and see who gets there first."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for another adventure.
But then I saw the excitement in her eyes and couldn’t resist.
"Okay, let’s do it," I said finally.
Emma squealed with delight and turned around again.
I climbed back onto her back, wrapping my arms around her neck and holding tight.
Nate did the same with Sarah, and we both nodded to each other. We moved to the pool area, where we could see people lounging on deck chairs or splashing around in the water.
The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over everything.
Emma adjusted her stance to make sure I was secure on her back, and then we both lined up at the edge of the pool.
Sarah and Nate were right next to us, ready to go as well.
The crowd that had gathered cheered as we prepared to race.
I could feel Emma’s muscles tensing beneath me as she got into position.
Then, without warning, she took off running towards the pool with me on her back.
We ran as fast as we could, our feet pounding against the ground.
I held tight to Emma’s neck, trying not to fall off as we went. As we approached the edge of the pool, I could see Nate and Sarah closing in behind us.
They were gaining speed fast, and I knew we had to move quickly if we wanted to win.
Emma seemed to sense this too because she picked up her pace even more as we neared the water’s edge. Just as we were about to reach the pool, Emma suddenly stopped short and spun around so that I was facing Nate and Sarah instead.
I tightened my grip, surprised by the sudden maneuver.
Emma grinned at me, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"Time for a splashdown," she whispered, and with that, she leaped backward into the pool, taking me with her.
