A Tale of Two Brides
“It’s been a while since we had one of these nights.” Gemma loudly announced, sounding every bit as tipsy as I felt. “Remember back when we were in college? We used to have these regularly. Chatting about life and boys and drinking way too much wine, I miss those days.” She reminisced, her expression dreamy.
“Yeah, those were the good old days when two bottles of wine didn’t cause three days of a hangover!” I agreed, laughing. “And now, we’re pushing thirty and both about to get married.”
She looked beautiful as we sat in a gorgeous Airbnb that we’d rented for her last night as a single woman. We’d had her bachelorette party two weekends before and mine last weekend, so it was just me and her tonight. We’d been best friends since college, so it felt natural that as we were getting married, only one week apart, we went through the whole process together.
I’d insisted that she should wear white tonight, and she was looking angelic in a short white babydoll dress. Her blonde hair hung loose around her tanned shoulders, and her blue eyes twinkled.
“Do you have any regrets before the big day?” She asked, looking over at me.
“Only one… I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be with a woman.” I revealed, unsure what her reaction would be.
“You don’t remember that one night in college?” She questioned, looking surprised.
“What night?” I asked, confused.
“We kissed! You said you had these lesbian urges, so I offered to let you experience a kiss with someone who’d usually be way out of your league.” She said with a lilt in her voice, teasing me.
“There’s no way we kissed, and I don’t remember it!” I protested. “I would’ve remembered!”
“Well, you were pretty sloshed!” She laughed. “I was too, but it was such a great kiss that I could never get it out of my mind.”
“It’s not fair that you get to remember it, and I don’t.” I pouted.
“Aw well, come here then, let’s recreate it so you can pretend that you never forgot it in the first place.” She beckoned me closer.
She leaned in and kissed me, her lips tasting like wine and the cherry gummies we’d been snacking on. I expected a quick kiss, but we didn’t break apart, and let’s just say it really was unforgettable. Her tongue moved against mine, one hand on the back of my head and the other on my back, pulling me closer. I was breathless when we broke apart.
“Wow,” I murmured.
Then I leaned in again, standing up off the bar stool and pulling her with me so that our bodies were pressed against each other. I kissed her neck, hearing her gasp as soon as my lips touched her skin. Her hand went up my back and over my shoulder, coming down to squeeze my breast, and I felt my nipple instantly harden at her touch.
“I want to fuck you,” I whispered, feeling nervous.
“I want you too.” She breathed back, and she reached down to pull off my dress, the blue material sliding over my skin. She planted a soft kiss on my lips as she reached back and unhooked my bra, sliding it down my arms and leaving me tingling. She started playing with my nipples, making me moan.
I took her hand, and we went to the bedroom. When we got there, she pulled off her dress, revealing that she was braless underneath. We took off our thongs and lay down on the bed. I started sucking her nipples, relishing the feeling of finally fulfilling my fantasy. She closed her eyes and started touching her clit, which instantly made me wet. It was such a turn-on seeing her playing with herself.
I got into the scissoring position, and we started grinding pussy on pussy, feeling our juices lubricating our clits as they stimulated each other. This was almost better than I’d imagined.
After the clit play, she gently pushed me onto my back, and we started 69ing. I ate her pussy like it was my last meal, and she did the same, almost like it was a competition where everyone wins. The tongue fuck championship ended in a tie when we both came, not simultaneously, but it was a great time, nonetheless.
While we took a breather from the erotic fucking, I admired her body, her perfectly round and perky breasts with tan lines that outlined a tiny bikini. Her bikini bottom’s tan line formed an arrow, bringing my attention to her perfect landing strip. I reached out and started fingering her pussy and playing with her clit. I stroked her G-spot with one finger at first, then added a few more.
She was moaning under my hands, her chest heaving as she got closer and closer to cumming. She moaned louder and louder until she was gripping the bed sheets as she had a huge wet orgasm, covering my hand in her cum. I licked my fingers and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
We relaxed into the pillows and cuddled as our breathing returned to normal.
“That was amazing.” I exclaimed with a huge smile on my face.
“Yeah, it was. Maybe we should’ve been lesbians all this time.” Gemma joked.
“Just you, me, and our lesbian strap-on!” I cried out, laughing. “Nah, I love you, but I love Tom more. I’m so glad we tried this, but I’m definitely still getting married next week.”
“I feel the same way! I wonder what the guys will think about this.” Gemma mused.
“They’d probably find it insanely erotic. Tom’s going to want to know every detail.” I said, knowing that it would probably turn both of us on.
“In that case, we’ll have to do a sequel next week before your wedding, for the guy’s sake.” She laughed.
“I’m in.” I smiled.