Friend's Wedding

I would imagine that over the course of human history, more than one wedding has occurred where a guest, or perhaps more than one guest has had the bride. 

In this case, I was that guest! Little Helen was getting married to her boyfriend she had had (in all senses of the word) since the end of high school. Now, I find myself in a nice new dress, standing in a Catholic Church, as Helen is escorted down the middle aisle by her obviously very proud dad. She is even carrying her bouquet perfectly. “Not so high as to be resting on a baby bump, and not so low as to be concealing one.” As the saying goes. 

She looked beautiful. She cast a glance left and right as she slowly made her way down the aisle, and as she passed me, she flashed me a perfect smile, and a cheeky wink. The moment she passed me, I fully understood the wink. I’m certain only a surgically precise nose such as mine could detect it, but there was no doubt that mixed in with the perfect application of perfume, was the unmistakable scent of a very moist vagina. Helen was absolutely naked under that dress! 

This kicked my memory into action, and all the goofing around we did. Her perfect bum….the day I shaved her…..the night we masturbated together in my bed, and the following night when she wanted us to masturbate one another. Fabulous though that was, the following morning was better when, sleepy and warm, she had said to me in a voice thick with lust, “Can we be proper lesbians? I…I want to lick you out.” Oh those expressions we used. ‘Lick you out’, ‘eat you out’, 'suck your cunt’ and the endless questions we pestered each other with using them, usually prefaced with, ‘Has your boyfriend…’ and ending with, ‘yet?’ 

But I knew, and recalled with absolute clarity, exactly how Helen’s cunt felt, smelled and tasted. I remembered that tiny pause her body gives when she cums. One big contraction, a pause and then rapid fire contractions accompanied by a moan or expletive on each one.  I know how to make her squirt too. I wonder if her boyfriend-soon to be husband- does too? 

The priest droned on, and I wondered, rather evilly, if, when conducting weddings, priests know that the (allegedly) virgin bride will be on her back, legs spread urging her hubby to, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder.” I wonder if the priest would love to make sure she wasn’t on the pill. Or is the priest jealous as fuck? Maybe his imagination runs riot too and he has to take care of himself, imagining him stripping the bride naked and having her first. In olden times, the Lord of the Manor enjoyed something called the “Droit de Signeur” which entitled him to fuck the bride of any of his commoners first, before and sometimes in front of the husband. 

Oh yes, I had had the bride, right enough. And I’d have her again in a heartbeat too! 

The reception wasn’t far away at a rather lovely old hotel. A former Manor House in times past, perhaps even once housing one of those very same Lords who fucked their way through the virgin bride population of their land. Once the initial welcomes, meal and speeches had been dealt with, things became much more relaxed and Helen made her way over to me. We hugged (which confirmed to me that she was not only without panties, but was also quite moist down there), showed me her engagement and wedding ring, which I cooed over as expected, and then she said, “Do you remember when we….?” Well, of course I did. Four sleepovers in total, three of which were downright filthy! I giggled and told her, “Are you kidding? I remember every touch…every single thing we did. Every dirty, disgusting, depraved, gorgeous act.” We both collapsed with a fit of the giggles, then Helen said, “Wanna go somewhere and relive a fine memory?" 

Oh, not their room….hell no. Not the room she would getting fucked in later. I think we both knew we needed something more….base…than that. We escaped from the main room, and almost ran down various corridors until we found a utility room. 

Once in there, we flipped its lock and went at one another. I backed Helen up against a washing machine, lifted her bridal gown up, dropped to my knees and buried myself in her sex. Fuck, but she was wet though? Three fingers slipped up her easily and it took only seconds to make her cum generously into my waiting mouth. Since I knew how to make her squirt, it was easy to make sure she did. Mind you….I also tasted semen coming from her. Someone hadn’t waited until her wedding night! 

My turn. Helen turned me to face the wall, got me to hold my dress up around my waist and went to work on me by licking my cunt from behind, and then my bum. Then she stood behind me and wrapped one arm around me, grabbing my boob and pulling me back against her. Then she slipped two fingers in me and proceeded to fuck me from behind. Along with a commentary. 

“Ya dorty fecker…ya like bein’ fucked from behind? Maybe I’ll let my husband have you after me? Go on. Cum on me fingers, ta fucking whore.” So I did! Although we only had a couple of sexually intense sleepovers back when, we’d done some pretty dirty things with one another. She turned me to face her and sighed deeply. “If I wasn’t in this, I’d have you pee on me….remember that?“ Oh yes….and the returned favour of her doing it on me! Still, there was a boot sink in this tiny, grubby little room. My panties were on the floor so I left them there and walked to the sink and straddled it. Still holding my dress up, I let her watch me empty myself. 

Then Helen, and I don’t know how she managed it, lifted her dress up, waddled to the sink and did the same…the difference being I hadn’t had a professional make-up job, so I was able to lick her clean afterward. 

The rest of the night proceeded as all weddings do until they were ready to ‘go away’. Amid much ribald jeering, they made their way upstairs, although the party continued downstairs until the early hours. 

Me? I got passes made at me by the Best Man, and to my surprise, the chief bridesmaid, Helen's older sister. Admittedly, she was slightly drunk, but by no means out of her mind…as in she knew what she was doing. “So…what’s my sister like in the sack?” 

“Crazy wild.” 

“Huh……I bet I’m better.”

“Have you been with a girl before?”

“Nope….but there’s always a first time.”

Indeed there was. Steph was certainly into it, and she definitely did a few things with me she hadn’t even thought of before. But then, that’s the thing with virgins. (During the night, I discovered she has never had sex with anyone, and even her boyfriends only got as far as being allowed to rub her clit, and even then she stopped them before they made her cum. Strange how some girls are like that. Steph isn’t the first I’ve met who wouldn’t let themselves cum with a boyfriend. But as I’ve pointed out before, when two girls get together, the barriers come down…

..along, sometimes, with the panties.