Just Before the Wedding
"Oh, shit," I said, frustrated. I had just bumped the table and spilled several things on the little desk. I was trying to get ready for my wedding, and here I was, like a bull in a china shop.
"Relax, everything is going to be okay," Sarah, my maid-of-honor told me, taking me by the hand.
"How do you know?"
"Because I know." She was always so reassuring, so calm in the storms of my life, so the person I needed to stand next to me as I was to get married.
I looked at her and turned toward her. I looked into her eyes, getting myself lost in them.
"What am I doing?" I wondered aloud.
"What you have to," she said understandingly.
"But it's not what I want."
"I don't either," she replied honestly, helping me up and hugging me. "And I'll always be there for you... as best as I can."
She led me to the sofa in the little sitting room we were in. I fell onto the sofa and just wondered what I was doing. I didn't really love my fiancé, but that didn't matter. I wasn't there for love. I was there to help save my family's business... this was like an old-fashioned marriage of convenience.
"Maybe I should give you some time alone," Sarah said as she walked to the door. She paused and looked at the door. "Unless you want me to stay," she said, locking the door without looking at me.
I looked up at her and smiled as she turned to me. She ran to me and held me in her arms as we kissed passionately, as we had so many times before. Neither of us was what I'd call lesbians, but we enjoyed one another's company way more than two straight women should.
"I know how to relax you," she said, as she moved down onto the floor in front of me.
She lifted the bottom of my wedding dress and exposed my sexy wedding panties I was wearing. It was something she had picked out, hoping to make my groom excited to see me. Of course, he was way more excited about this marriage than I was.
I knew how she was going to relax me... and I loved how that worked. Yet, I still let out little gasps as she touched her tongue to my pussy lips. She took some long, slow licks with me, delicately pleasing me.
"This is going to make me late," I said between the soft moans that came with each time her tongue touched me.
"They can't start without you," she told me.
With that, she pushed a couple of fingers deeper into me. I threw my head back and came as she touched me so deeply.
"Why can't you marry me?" I asked her as my orgasm faded.
"Because that's not what either of us needs," she reminded me. "Not really, at least..." Her words faded and hung in the air. We both knew the truth.
I was feeling down again, but she slowly rubbed my pussy, making me feel a little better. "I so wish I could take you with me on the honeymoon. At least that way I could orgasm for real."
"I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind me being there, joining in..."
I thought about it. What new husband wouldn't love to see their bride in a threesome with another girl. That would make the wedding night memorable, although I wasn't sure I wanted to share... my friend, that is.
She moved closer and kissed me. I didn't care if it smeared my lipstick; anything from her, I would take.
A knock at the door caused us to break the kiss and shake us back to reality.
"Soon, I'll be back, and you can make me a cheating little whore if you'd like," I told my friend.
"Plan on it," she said as she helped me up.
I smiled and walked to the door. I could hear the music already, and with that, I headed down the aisle.