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MidReal Story
The Boyfriend Effect
Scenario:At a wedding, as the best man and maid of honor were about to make their entrance, the maid of honor surprised the best man by offering him a piggyback ride
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Ethan
He is the best man at a friend's wedding. He is humorous, loyal, and cautious. Ethan is hesitant to ride a piggyback with his maid of honor, Emma, but eventually relents after being challenged by her. During the wedding ceremony, he struggles to keep his composure when Emma holds him close, focusing instead on supporting his friend's special day.
Ben
He is a groomsman at Morgan's wedding and close friend of Ethan. He is playful, rowdy, and supportive. Ben engages in lighthearted antics with other guests during the wedding reception but remains an active participant in celebrating his friend's marriage. His presence adds to the joyful atmosphere of the event and reflects his loyalty to Morgan and their friend group.
Emma
She is the maid of honor at her friend’s wedding. She is playful, confident, and determined. Emma challenges Ethan to ride a piggyback with her, and he eventually accepts. She teases him about being serious all the time and seeks to have fun despite societal norms. Her playful demeanor is evident when she holds him close during the ceremony, challenging his stoic nature and encouraging him to be more carefree.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I asked, eyeing the maid of honor.
She was offering me a piggyback ride.
A fucking piggyback ride.
I couldn’t believe it.
Just as we were about to make our entrance, she’d dropped to her knees, turned around, and reached for my hands.
"Come on," she’d said, her voice husky with amusement.
"It’ll be fun."
Fun?
I wasn’t sure I knew how to have fun anymore.
Not like that, at least.
But something about her wide grin and sparkling eyes had me relenting.
So here I was, straddling her back, my hands on her shoulders as she balanced me with ease.
She was stronger than she looked and her long legs ate up the distance as we headed toward the wedding ceremony.
"You know, you’re kind of a dick for making me do this," she said, turning her head to the side so she could look at me.
"I never said I wasn’t a d#k," I replied.
She laughed, her grip on my legs tightening.
"True."
We were almost to the entrance of the venue, and I could see people’s heads turning to look at us.
"Let’s make this an entrance they’ll never forget," I whispered in her ear.
She laughed again, her steps growing more determined.
As we neared the entrance, I could see Morgan and Matt standing at the altar, their eyes wide with surprise.
I could also hear Ben’s voice cheering loudly from the crowd.
Emma paused just before we entered, giving me a mischievous look over her shoulder.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm.
As we were about to step forward, Morgan suddenly shouted, "Emma, your skirt is up!"
I glanced down and saw that Emma’s bright-colored panties were visible due to her skirt being caught between us.
Her face flushed red, and she tried to adjust her skirt while still carrying me.
As she fumbled with her skirt, I couldn’t help but notice the bright color of her panties.
As she struggled to fix her skirt, I couldn’t resist a smirk.
"Nice color choice," I teased, nodding towards her bright panties.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, but she shot me a playful glare.
"Shut up, Ethan," she muttered under her breath.
Finally, after a few more tugs, she managed to free her skirt and it fell back into place.
We paused at the entrance, the crowd’s murmurs growing louder.
Emma adjusted her grip on my legs, steadying herself.
"Let’s focus on making that entrance," she said, determination in her eyes.
"Just promise me you won't drop me," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Emma grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I promise nothing," she replied, and with that, we burst through the doors, laughter echoing around us.
I stand at the edge of the dance floor, watching Emma twirl with Morgan’s younger cousins.
The DJ transitions to a slower song, and the crowd begins to thin.
Emma catches my eye from across the room, her earlier embarrassment seemingly forgotten as she makes her way towards me.
She straightens her now-wrinkled dress as she approaches.
"So, how are you holding up?"
I ask as she reaches me.
"Better than I expected," she replies, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Though I could use a break from the dancing."
"Let’s find a quiet spot," I suggest, nodding towards a corner of the reception hall.
We make our way over, finding two chairs tucked away from the crowd.
"So, tell me about yourself," Emma says, settling in.
"What do you do?"
"I work as a graphic designer," I explain.
"It’s not my dream job, but it pays the bills."
"How did you meet Matt?"
"He hired me to do some design work for his company," I reply.
"We met at a conference and hit it off."
Emma nods thoughtfully.
"I met Morgan at a charity event. We bonded over our shared love of hiking."
She smiles wistfully.
"It’s funny how life brings people together."
"Definitely," I agree.
"And now here we are, standing in for them on their special day."
Emma adjusts her dress again, smoothing out the wrinkles.
"So, what about you? What do you do?"
"I’m a writer," she replies, her eyes lighting up.
"I love telling stories and exploring different worlds through words."
"That sounds amazing," I say sincerely.
"I’ve always been fascinated by creative types."
Emma laughs softly.
"I guess we’re both creative in our own ways. Though I never thought I’d be giving a best man speech at a wedding." "Life is full of surprises," I comment, glancing around the reception hall.
"It certainly is," she agrees.
As we sit there, the music drifts over us, mingling with the hum of conversation from the other guests.
It feels like we’re in our own little bubble for a moment, separate from the rest of the celebration.
"So, what do you say we rejoin the party?" Emma suggests after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"Sounds good to me," I reply, standing up and offering her my hand.