18 comments/ 148887 views/ 42 favorites Bridesmaids By: Penelope Street © 2006 by Penelope Street With a sigh of disgust, I got up from my kitchen table and made my way to the ringing phone. "Hello?" I snapped, expecting to hear a creditor on the other end. "Sandy? It's me, Melissa." In a moment, my bitterness vanished, replaced by a smile that spread across my face. "Hey! Two weeks from today, right?" "Yeah, two weeks." "Good," I said with a giggle. "Because that's when my reservation's for." "You have a room already then?" "Of course. You know me, plan ahead." "What a relief," Melissa said. "I knew you would. Silly me, I didn't think about the wedding being the week of graduation, so the rooms are all booked." My eyebrows dropped. "You need a room?" "Not me," Melissa said. "I'm staying with my parents. It's another of my bridesmaids who needs a room." "Which one?" "Kayla. She was my roommate after you dropped out. You haven't met her." "So, she needs a room and you want to know if she can share mine?" "Would you be a doll?" I could almost hear Melissa smiling across the line. "Kayla says she'll split the cost." It was my turn to smile. "Of course- except I don't know about the doll part." "You're always a doll. Thanks." "Anytime," I said. "How's everything else going?" "Oh, you know, a million things to take care of today, a million more tomorrow." We spent another half-hour discussing, planning, and reminiscing before my friend steered the conversation in a way I neither anticipated nor desired. "What about you," she asked, "how are you doing?" My eyes returned to my table and the pile of bills atop it. I took a deep breath. "I'm ok." "Do you still miss Jacob?" "Yes and no." "Tell me about it." "I miss having someone, but I don't miss having him." "Good for you!" Melissa squealed. "So you haven't found anyone else?" "I haven't looked." "It's been a year. You should start." "Not yet," I said. "I'm not ready." Three breaths of silence followed. "Well, I guess you know best." "Not always," I admitted with a giggle. "But in this case, yes, my life's too much of a mess for any manly complications." "A mess?" My eyes darted back to my bills. "I'm just busy, work, you know." "Oh. Ok. I should let you go then, if you're busy?" "I'm not that busy," I admitted. "But I bet you are." "Yeah," Melissa said with an audible sigh. "I guess I am." "See, I should let you go?" "Maybe so." "Two weeks then?" I said. "Yeah." "See you then." "Ok," she said. "See you then." "Bye." "Bye." With a massive sigh, I replaced the receiver and looked back to my bills. Busy with work, I mused with a sigh. What a lie that was. I returned to my chair and began to sort out which bills I would pay and which would have to wait. All the while I wondered when I might see the light at the proverbial end of the tunnel. Little did I know that light was already there, in the form of an approaching train named Kayla- and she would be upon me before I even knew she was coming. * * * * * Thirteen days later I tumbled off a Greyhound bus in downtown Baton Rouge. I didn't exactly panic right away when I didn't see Melissa, or anyone else I knew, but I was a little concerned. Though dressed for comfort in blue jeans and a T-shirt, I still felt my skin grow damp with sweat while the minutes ticked by. An hour later, with the time of my dress-fitting approaching, I began to wonder if I ought to make change from one of my dollars and call Melissa. My mind was on that issue and my eyes on the worn, gum-pocked tiles of the bus station floor when a pair of black leather boots strode into my field of view, stopped, and turned their toes toward me. For a second, I just stared, but the boots did not move. With a gulp, I slid my eyes upward from the footwear, over a pair of black leather pants stretched skin-tight by long, muscular legs to wide hips where a gloved right hand balanced a motorcycle helmet. Onward my eyes traveled to a similar black leather jacket, tapered toward a narrow waist, yet widening again to accommodate a substantial bosom. My gaze followed the flowing ebony locks that lay over those breasts until I came upon a round, chocolate-colored face within which a pair of large, wide-set orbs demanded, and received, my full attention. Perfect her eyes were, large and full like her lips, yet sharp enough to peer into my very soul. My mouth fell open just a bit, although I had no intention of speaking. The woman's brows jumped upward to form a semi-circle above her eyes. "Sandra?" My spine stiffened. Her accent was as striking as her appearance- French, I was certain, but definitely not Creole. I could feel the taut muscles in my neck as I swallowed. "Yes. Sandy." "What's your surname?" she demanded. "Hegenson." "And where do you live?" "Mobile." "Good," she said. "I'm Kayla. Melissa couldn't make it." Her eyes darted to my suitcase, then back to my face. "That your luggage?" "Yeah," I nodded. "That's it." Before I could even think to react, her left hand had found the handle of my bag. With no apparent effort, she flipped it onto her shoulder. "You travel light," she noted. "I like that. Let's go." Kayla turned and marched toward the exit, her legs drawing huge portions of the floor toward her with every step. I leapt to my feet and scurried after her, marveling at how the crowd parted before us. With me in tow, she stomped out of the door to a huge, midnight-blue beast of a motorcycle parked upon the sidewalk. My jaw fell. I'd never ridden a motorcycle before. I'd never wanted to ride one. I didn't even like bicycles. Having half a mind to protest, I turned to Kayla, but before my lips had moved her right hand and the helmet within shot toward me. "This is for you," she said. "Oh," I began with a shake of my head. "No, you should..." Her eyebrows dropped a noticeable fraction of an inch. "I said it's for you." I swallowed, nodded, and extended my hands to accept the helmet. By the time I donned the headgear, Kayla had strapped my suitcase across the back of the bike and climbed aboard. "Hurry," she said, jerking her head toward the empty space behind her. With my lips pressed in a line, I lifted my leg and hoisted myself onto the seat. "I'm going to have to ride a little fast to make the dress fitting," she announced. "Hang on." Beneath us, the motor churned, then settled into a purr. My wide eyes searched for any sign of a handhold. "Where?" I gasped. "Put your arms about me and grab my belt." Leaning, I reached my hands about her torso. Her fingers found my wrists, directing them to the desired location. "There!" she called over her shoulder. My fingers wrapped around the band of leather. With my seat a few inches higher than hers, the position compelled me to push my chest tight against her back. "Now just stay with me and lean when I do." Kayla looked forward for all of a second during which the engine revved once, then she snapped her head sideways again. "Oh, and you might want to close your eyes." With that, we were gone, off the sidewalk and right into traffic. The inertia yanked my head to the rear, a situation I remedied at once, tucking my face behind her shoulders so that all I could see was her hair playing across the visor. Thus secure, I clamped my eyelids tight while the engine screamed through the first several gears. From the lean of the bike to and fro, I guessed that Kayla was changing lanes, weaving in and out of traffic. I couldn't feel her heart pumping, but somehow I knew its pace was just the opposite of the speed of the motor. In spite of the terror I thought I should feel, I experienced something closer to solace tucked behind her. Within a minute, maybe two, the engine settled into a high-pitched drone. The wind whipped a portion her hair up into my helmet. Her locks played across my face and I took a deep breath, relishing the aroma of the leather combined with the floral scents from her flickering tresses. Shifting my head to one side, I opened my eyes and stretched my neck to peer over her shoulder. We were on a freeway, but I didn't move my head to see beyond that. I'd seen enough freeways in my life. Pulling myself a little tighter against Kayla's back, I clamped my eyelids closed again and wondered if the heat I felt was hers, mine, or just the sun of a late spring morning in Louisiana. The passing of half an hour found the motorcycle on another sidewalk and me following Kayla into Marie's Bridal Wear. An older woman strode forward to greet us, but she never got beyond opening her mouth. "Sandra Hegenson and Kay Renaeu," my companion announced. "We have a dress fitting appointment at two." The woman looked at her watch and sighed. "You're fifteen minutes late." "We have the time booked until two-thirty." "Yes, well, we hardly have time..." "I agree," Kayla interjected, tossing the motorcycle helmet into one of the guest chairs. "The wedding's tomorrow. We hardly have time to babble. Show us our dresses at once." The woman's lower lips fell from her upper one and lay quivering for a couple of seconds. Her eyes darted to me, then back to Kayla. "Very well," she began with a nod. "Right this way." A half-dozen minutes later I emerged from my fitting room feeling regal for all of the instant it took my eyes to light upon Kayla, already standing before me in her dress. The azure of the fabric was a perfect contrast to her dark brown skin and the fit called attention to her form even better than her motorcycle outfit. My lips formed a line. I turned my moist eyes downward to my form, as if perchance it might compare, though I knew better. "Come on, then," she said. "Let's have a look at you." My throat flexing with a gulp, I steered my gaze upward into Kayla's eyes. Before I knew it, my head was bobbing in agreement. I moved to the squat platform and took my place upon it, turning my hopeful gaze to my companion. "Nice," she said. "Now spin, slowly." Again, I nodded. My feet began to shuffle, rotating my form. I imagined what Kayla saw as I spun- a shorter woman with a rather ordinary figure, except for a pair of breasts every bit as fake as the blonde tresses that shrouded her shoulders. I looked up into one of the mirrors and managed a smile- even if my body was average, my face was at least cute, especially my dainty nose. "Snug up the waist a quarter inch," Kayla insisted. I looked down to see the clerk gather in the fabric surrounding my midsection. The woman continued to scurry about me, following Kayla's instructions for the next several minutes. "Good," my companion at last concluded. "We'll be by tomorrow to pick them up. Noon sharp." With that, she turned, stepped from her pedestal, and sauntered into her changing room. Five minutes later she was again on the motorcycle, cutting through traffic with me pinned to her back. This time I kept my eyes open. I expected to go to the motel, but we went to the airport instead. Kayla didn't ride onto the sidewalk when we reached the terminal, but she still parked in the loading-only zone. "Watch the bike," she instructed. "I'll be right back." With my lower lip dangling I watched her strut through the sliding glass doors. I gulped as she disappeared and turned my attention up and down the concrete walk, wondering which of the uniformed police officer wannabes would approach me first. I didn't have to wait long before a portly middle-aged guard waddled toward me. "Beamer, eh?" he said, jerking his head toward the motorcycle. "Beamer?" "BMW." The man dropped his chin to look over his glasses at me. "Is it yours?" My head vibrated more than shook. "No. It's my friends, she went inside, to, uh, pee." "Well, you can't be parked in this zone, no matter how rich you are." "Rich?" "That bike probably cost twenty G's, but you'll still have to move it or I'm calling for a tow." My chest expanded in preparation for either a sigh or my response, I hadn't decided which. I considered just admitting I had no means to do so while that timid streak I loathed urged I beg for mercy. Either of those choices, I was certain, would be just playing to the officer's expectations and enforcing his sense of authority. My heart raced along with my mind- Kayla had told me to watch her motorcycle and I knew she didn't mean watch it being towed away. The man's eyes drifted to my bosom and I opted for a solution that both surprised and thrilled me. With a wide grin, I crossed my arms over my tummy, grasped the bottom of my T-shirt and yanked the lower edge of the garment to my nose. Above my fists, I saw the man's eyes bulge. I let him look until he shook his head and put his eyes back to mine, then I shoved my shirt down over my chest. "Ok," I said. "That's my end of the deal." The guard's brow fell. "What deal?" "You know, Officer," I paused to put my eyes to his nametag, "Schroeder. I show you my boobs and you won't hassle me about the bike." "I said no such thing!" "Sure you did," I insisted. "Why else would I have done it? It's all on that security camera behind you." His head snapped over his shoulder, to the camera and then several bystanders, all of whom looked away at once. My confidence rose as he turned his pallid face back toward me. "Of course," I began, "you could go get your supervisor. And I'll call my lawyer. Did you think I'd have a Beamer and not a lawyer? Or did you mean without my bra? I can show you that too." With that, I sent my hands behind my back and beneath my shirt. He took a step backward. His palm hand shot upward before him with his palm turned toward me. "No!" "We have a deal then?" His eyes narrowed. His chest expanded, then contracted through the passing of a single large breath. "Five minutes. I'll give you five minutes." I flashed a close-lipped grin. "Why, thank you, Officer Schroeder." A quarter hour later I was still staring at the sliding glass doors through which Kayla had disappeared. "Good job." I jumped at the words uttered so close behind me, then smiled as I recognized the accent- and the content. With a smile breaking across my face, I spun. "Thank you!" Kayla's lips formed a smile as well. "You bet. Catch." With that, her right palm flipped toward me a flash of black and silver. Recovering from my startle, my eyes followed the key through its arc into my waiting hands. Kayla motioned with her head toward the Buick parked beside her motorcycle. "The hotel's out in Denham Springs, right?" I nodded. "Yeah. The Days Inn." "I'm gonna take sixty-one. You know the way if we get separated?" Again my head bobbed. "Sure, just go to twelve, then go east. I used to live here too- for a year, anyway." Kayla smiled. "Good. See you there." The directions turned out to be unnecessary. In spite of my expectations, Kayla led me at the speed limit for the half-hour trip, observing every traffic law until she steered her motorcycle into the far corner of the motel lot and motioned that I park beside her. By the time I alighted, she was already heading toward the lobby, my suitcase in hand. To my surprise, she stopped and held the door for me. Wearing a smile I couldn't account for, I headed toward the front desk. "This way," said Kayla, turning down the main corridor. I scurried after her. "Don’t we have to check in?" "I already did." My brow dipped over my eyes. My head leaned to one side. "You did?" "Sure." "But the room is in my name." "Yeah. That's the name I gave them." "Aren't they supposed to ask for I.D.?" "Probably," Kayla said without looking back. "How did you check in before noon?" "Who cares?" With that, she stopped. Her eyes checked the room number before she inserted the card in the lock and threw the door open, then stood to one side. "Welcome to our home." She paused to smile. "For two days at least." "Thank you," I said, stepping inside and giving the room a once over. It was just a motel room- two beds, a TV, a table, a couple chairs, and a washroom. They'll probably look that same in a hundred years. I turned back to my companion. "You want either bed?" Kayla shut the door behind us. "This one's mine." With that, she dove upon the nearer bed, face down, yet somehow she flipped over on the first bounce to land upon her back. She smiled back at my stare and clasped her hands behind her head. "Fetch me the remote, will ya." Walking to the television, I found the device and picked it up, leaving my purse in its place. I turned, thinking to bring the control to her. "Find some cartoons," Kayla demanded, stopping me before I had taken a step. "Cartoons?" "Yeah. Cartoons. They always put me to sleep. I'm in the mood for a nap before dinner." I looked to the clock, then back to my companion. "We've only two hours?" Kayla shrugged. "Yeah. And?" "The attire is semi-formal. I was thinking of getting ready." "Go ahead," she said. "Just find the cartoons first." I nodded, looked to the screen, and began pressing the channel button. Examining each offering, it was a few minutes later before I found Fred and Barney chasing their pet dinosaur. I turned with a smile. "That good?" My mouth never closed after the last word. Instead my lower jaw hung limp. During my channel searching Kayla had shed her biker's garb. Her lean form stretched the length of the bed, concealed by but a black lace bra and matching panties. My eyes roamed her physique, settling for a moment upon her taut abdomen where her ribs etched a shallow chevron unto the brown of her flesh. This pattern, combined with the cleft that ran the center of her abdomen, produced an arrow that my eyes followed upward to the lacey fabric and the two bountiful breasts therein. With a blink and the quaking of my head, I realized I had been staring at her chest for far too long. I pried my eyes away and brought them to her face. There I found Kayla's lips curved in a subtle grin. "That's perfect," she said with a sigh. Yes, you are! my brain screamed. "What is?" my mouth asked instead. "The Flintstones." I smiled and glanced to the cartoon. When I looked back, my mouth was open with "Thank you," on the end of my tongue. But I said nothing. Kayla's eyes were closed. My eyes, however, remained wide as they strayed from her face, the length of her figure and back again, roaming for what may have been minutes until I snapped myself from my ogling with another shake of my head. Forcing my gaze away from my resting companion, I marched to the shower. After bathing, I left my dress hanging in the washroom with the hot water blasting the bottom of the tub. Next, I set about arranging my cosmetics on the counter before arranging them on my face as well. The Flintstones and Jetsons were both over by the time I donned my dress. Looking at the image before me in the motel mirror, I felt my pulse quicken, and my chest tighten. Appropriate that my chest should do so, since my breasts were the source of my anxiety. Eighteen months prior I'd bought the low-cut, spaghetti-strapped, knee-length black dress for Jacob's company Christmas party. It was just after my boob job and I was most anxious to show them off. At the time, I imagined I was the talk of the office the following Monday. Now, I saw just how likely that expectation had been, though not in the way I had imagined. I looked into the mirror at the still-dozing Kayla, then turned my head over my shoulder. What will she think of my dress? I wondered. Will she think I'm a slut? Another cartoon passed while I primped my hair and preened my make-up. Only then did I see my companion's reflection stir. Bridesmaids Are Easy Part one, Friday evening, the rehearsal diner When Cousin Charles called and asked me to be in his wedding party, I was shocked! I have no idea why he why he asked me. We may as well have come from two different worlds. He was born into wealth, power and prestige, with a silver spoon in his mouth. I was born in the ghetto with a rusty shaft stuck up my ass! Needless to say, Cousin Charles and I had little to nothing in common and we rarely saw each other. I've never been in a wedding party before, so I was looking forward to being in this one. This was going to be a new experience for me. Beside that," I heard brides' maids were easy." I though to myself maybe, I'll get lucky, and get laid. I've never met the woman that I was going to be paired up with for the wedding. All I knew about her was that her name is Victoria; she's the bride's older cousin, she's in her mid thirties. She lives in New York, City, and she's some kind of big shot CEO whatever that is, for some Wall Street bank and investment company. That makes her a good fifteen years older then I am. I figured, because Victoria's so much older then I am, she's probably fat, ugly, and has gray hair. Then I smelled the rat, that's why Cousin Charles asked me to be in his wedding party! Because, no one else wanted to be paired up with this old broad, Victoria! The wedding rehearsal was boring, and Victoria couldn't make it to the church. I was anguish to meet her. I kept hoping that I'd get alone with this old, fat, broad, with gray hair! Like a typical truck driver. I turned the wrong way out of the church parking lot! Needless; to say I was late getting to the hotel, for the rehearsal dinner. I found a place to park in the far corner of the hotel parking garage. I parked next to a new silver gray Mercedes convertible with New York marker plates on it. I was so late! I didn't bother to bring in my tux and over night bag. I figured I'd check in after dinner. I rushed into the hotel lobby. Looked around saw the restrant and went in. I saw my, white haired, proper, fussy, Aunt Bea, talking with some other older white haired woman. Aunt Bea saw me and waved me over to her. She introduced me to Margent, the Mother of the bride. The two of them took me around introducing me to everyone. I saw this tall attractive blond woman that, "looked a lot like, Sharon Stone, the movie actress" standing in the far corner of the restrant talking on her cell phone. Aunt Bea and Margent led me over to her. Margent looked at her, sighed and said," Victory, Please get off the phone, for a minute there's someone here that you need to meet." Victoria nodded and said into the phone, "Please hold Kelly, there's a young hunk, standing in front of me with my Aunt Margent and my future Aunt Bea." Margent said, "CV I want you to meet my very rude niece Victoria!" Victoria looked at me and sighed as she said." Aunt Margent I'm sorry, but I have this important client that Kelly and I are trying to get taken care of." "Victoria this is CV he's going to be your escort for the wedding. CV I want you to meet my rude niece Victoria! "Margret huffed as she said." CV she's really not rude. She just never stops working." Margent, said to Aunt Bea, "they do make a handsome couple, don't they Bea?" Yes they do make a rather striking couple Margent, they look like they were made for each other, don't they? That's why I paired them up Margent, because they look so good together." said my Aunt Bea. Victoria nodded as she said," It's nice to meet you Steven. I'm sorry, give me a minute and I'll be right with you." I looked Victoria up and down. My God I thought to myself! "This woman is a living, breathing wet dream." There was no two ways about it she's beautiful, and she's got a great shape, for an older woman or for a woman of any age for that matter. She was dressed professionally in a black women business suit that was tailored perfectly. Her clothes highlighted her body, rather then flaunted it. I didn't realize it, but I was starting to get a hard-on just by looking at this older blonde Goddess. I was dressed casually in a pair of gray slacks with a new black jersey that had a white horse standing up on his hind legs embroidered on it. But I made the mistake of wearing an old pair of stretched out jockey shorts that fit loosely around my thighs. That was a mistake, because my one eyed monster, doesn't like being confined, in my under wear. The monster had managed to slip out the lose leg band of my under shorts, and was dangling freely down the leg of my pants. Victoria, went back to her phone call, I heard her say, "Oh My God, Yes Kelly, he's a real rugged sexy looking, young stud. He's at about six two, and he must weight at least two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. He has dark brown hair with piercing brown eyes. Kelly, if he leered at you with those eyes you'd get wet. The way this hunk is looking me, is making my nips hard and he's causing me to seep vaginal secretions into my shield." What the hell is she talking about I wonder! Then it hit me! She's saying her nipples are getting hard and her pussy is getting wet. I turned a little red and chuckled. Victoria looked me up and down, raised her eye brows and smiled as she said into her phone," Kelly you're a dirty little slut!" Vicky paused for a moment nodded her head and said," What I do with this young stud is none of your business." Vicky looked at me and winked, as she said into the phone loud enough for me to hear," Kelly, are you envious or jealous, of me?" I was getting excited by listening to their conversation. What I didn't realize was my one eyed monster, was also getting excited. Victoria kept talking and said," Kelly, he really does fill out the front of his pants." Margret looked at Victoria and said in a stern voice, "Victoria, stop talking like that. You sound like a street corner hussy! Your Mother would roll over in her grave if she heard you talking that way!" Aunt Bea was shaking her head as she said," CV, I'm sure you two will get along just fine, pay her no mind, that harlot is just teasing you!" As the two white haired old biddies walked away, Victoria and I stood there giggling. Victoria gave me a devilish grin, and said." Kelly wants to know, how big your dick is." I turned a bright red as Victoria said to Kelly," You're making him blush, and I bet you're playing with yourself, aren't you?" I was blushing, but I was also enjoying all this flattery. I've always known that some women find me kind of attractive and sexy. I'm no movie star in the looks department, but I'm not chopped meat either. My three best attributes are my muscular body, I'm no porn star but my one eyed monster is slightly larger then normal. What some woman; really like about me is, I'm one of those affectionate, friendly, feely touchy guys. My body I get from working out with weights, walking, and riding a bicycle on a regular basis. My man meat is just a gift from Mother Nature and being affectionate and friendly is just the way I am. My slightly over sized one eyed monster gives me a lot of pleasure, and at times, has caused me a great deal of embarrassment. Victoria gave me a devilish grin and said," Kelly, He's either hung; like a horse, or he's got a very large banana in his pants pocket!" then she said," Good Night Kelly that's enough for now, I will talk to you later, good bye. I looked down at my cock, and it was sticking straight out; making a huge tent in the front of my pants. I groaned and turned a bright red. "This was one of those times when my one eyed monster was causing me a great deal of embarrassment!" I thought for a moment and mumbled," I'm sorry Vicky; I was afraid that you were going to be some old, fat, broad, with gray hair. Instead you're a beautiful mature sexy woman!" Victoria looked surprised as she said, "Steven, nobody ever calls me Vicky, but I'll take being called a beautiful mature sexy woman as a compliment." I muttered," I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you! I just figured Vicky was your nick name, like my nick name isn't Steven, its Carl, but everybody in the family calls me CV! And well, you're a very Beautiful, Sexy Woman." Victoria was blushing a little as she said, "Its okay CV, I'm just not used to being talked to like this! I'm really flattered that a young man like you finds me so attractive! Most men and women I come in contact with are intimidated by me, or want something from me. But you're not intimidated by me at all." Vicky was grinning like a Cheshire cat, as continued to say," I think I already know what you want from me, Lover Boy." I laughed, because she read my mind, and I asked," Why are people intimidated by you?" Vicky answered, "Because of my position in the financial community." I didn't understand her, so I said, "Oh, okay Vicky." Vicky grinned and said," Well CV; do you want to have some fun this weekend, with this old mature, gray haired broad?" I remembered, she liked the comment about being beautiful and sexy, so I gave her an evil grin, raised my eye brows, and said;" You're one Hot Sexy Looking Old Broad." She turned a little red and looped her arm through mine, and said, "CV your arm is so hard, let's go join the rest of the wedding party." I felt brave and whispered in her ear, "Oh Yeah, you got something else on me hard too!" She looked at me blushed and chuckled as she said, "Oh God, you're a naughty boy! CV I think we're going to have some fun together this weekend." Being the nosy horny guy that I am, I just had to ask, "Who's that Kelly chick? She sounds like she's a real fun person." I wanted to say, she sound like a real hot chick, and ask for her phone number, but I had enough sense not to. Vicky looked at me strangely for a moment, as if a thought was passing through her mind. Then she explained, "CV, she's my live in, personal assistant, she handles all my day to day appointments, and she helps to keep me on schedule. She's not only, part of my live in staff she's also my best friend. I wouldn't know what to do without her. She's also a horny, nosy, voyeur. I think you two would get along great together." Vicky giggled and went onto say," I bet you two would screw each other to death!" I was shocked by what she said. Vicky was one of those people that weren't afraid to say what was on her mind! I liked her right away. She was honest opened minded, and fun to be with. Plus there was this physical attraction between us that was undeniable; however, it was also crystal clear that we had little to nothing else in common. Vicky told me," I usually don't drink CV, but I want to have a good time this weekend. So tonight I'm going to have a glass of wine with my dinner. "Oh that sounds good Vicky, I don't drink much either, but if you're going to have a glass of wine, I'll have a bottle of beer with my dinner too." I replied, We had a drink while we waited for dinner; we had another drink with dinner. We had a couple more drinks after dinner. What more do I need to say? One drink let to another, and then another... The more beer I drank; the hornier I got. Consequently; my better judgment; went right out the window. With each glass of wine Vicky had, she got friskier. She had her hand under the table playing with my dick. She kept rubbing it and squeezing it. She leaned against my shoulder, and brushed her full soft kissable lips across my cheek. Vicky nipped my ear lobe, and blew her warm into my ear as she whispered into my ear drunkenly," Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me? If you are, you're succeeding." Then she stuck her tongue into my ear swirled it around, as she tighten her grip on my dick. I was getting so excited and horny. I started rubbing my hand over Vicky's knee and then up the inside of her soft warm thigh. As I covered her crotch with my palm; I felt a lot of material bunched up between her legs! I figured she either had the rag on, or she was wearing a panty shield. As Vicky felt my hand going up her thigh she squeezed my monster tighter and spread her legs. As my hand covered her crotch she looked at me; opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something to me Instead she looked around the table and asked," is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" She stood up took off her jacket, slurring her words as she said, "I need to go to the power room." I looked at her; for the first time I saw her, without her jacket on. I could see that; she has nice, big full breasts, probably a c cup or maybe even a little larger, but not much larger. As Vicky walked towards the ladies room she deliberately swayed her hips, showing off her nice shapely tight ass. The cheeks of her butt bounced just a little, as she walked away. When she returned, Vicky sat down beside me putting her arm at her sides. She gave me a naughty smile, and said, "I've got a surprise for you!" As she reached under the table, she took my hand, placed over her crotch, and pressed it tightly against her pussy... Oh My God; she had removed the rag, or her panty shield! I could feel the warmth of her womanhood through her slacks and panties. She saw the shocked expression on my face and puckered her full lips, winked and blew me a little kiss. She sat there looking so lady like; with her arms at her sides, everyone would assume; she had her hands folded in her lap. But instead she had one of her hands: holding mine firmly against her warm cunt, and her other hand was tightly gripping my one eyed monster. The alcohol was clearly affecting both of us. Vicky had lost her better judgment too. She was brazenly making sexual comments about the horse on my shirt. While I rubbed my finger tips, firmly up and down the length of her snatch. As I pressed my finger tips against the front of her cunt, I rubbed them firmly, deliberately back and fourth, against her clit, through her slacks and panties. Vicky spread her wide open, and she started pushing her pussy forward against my hand. She was breathing so hard she was panting! Then she gasped, clamped her legs together, and pressed my hand tightly against her snatch! Then she exhaled slowly; turned bright red, put hands over her face and started giggling. I was chuckling as I whispered in her ear," did you cum good, old lady?" She didn't answer; she just nodded her head up and down. Then she asked," CV are you a big white stallion? Tell me stud, how much would you charge? An old mare like me, for your stud services" Then she, squeezed my cock, raised her eye brows looking at me in a drunken seductive way, and murmured, "I want you stud, I'm in heat, I want you to mount me, and mate with me!" I'd chuckled and asked, "Vicky, are you really in heat? Do you need me to mount you, filly? She giggled and answered," Yes. " I grinned at her and said drunkenly," Sweet Filly, I'd fuck you, just for the fun of it." Vicky bit my ear lobe and whispered," CV I love it when you talk dirty to me. Treat me like a whore, and I like it rough." I gave her a dirty grin and pressed my hand firmly against her crotch, as I asked," what do you like rough bitch?" Vicky covered my hand, with hers and pressed it tightly against her crotch, as she whispered in a husky voice," to be Fucked! I'm so horny, I can't stand it." The dinner party broke up around midnight. Vicky and I staggered to the garage to get our bags. We were more than slightly tipsy as we entered the dimly lit garage. As we stumbled acrossed the garage, Vicky leaned against me. I put my arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said in her husky, drunken, sexy voice, "Kiss me stud..." Her wet mouth was wide open as our lips mashed together roughly. She was moving her head around passionately as I forced my tongue into her mouth, I could taste the sweet wine that she was drinking Her full breasts were firmly pressed against my chest. My cock was pressed hard against her lower belly, just above her crotch. I moved my hands over her soft shapely ass cheeks and squeezed them. As I drove my pelvis against her; she stood up on her tippy toes. This caused the knob of my cock to push against the mound of her pussy. Vicky pulled her mouth just off mine as she said in a drunken voice, "stud I'm so freaking horny, I haven't had a man's hard penis in me in so long. I want you too..." In response I kissed her roughly, shoving my tongue in her warm open wet mouth. I held her by the ass with one hand, as I reached around her waist and opened the button on her slacks and pulled down the zipper. As I slid my hand inside her slacks and under panties, I pulled my mouth away from hers, but stayed close enough to her, that we were breathing into each others mouths, and said," tell me bitch, what do you want me to do to you?" "You know..."She whimpered," you know what I want! I already told you." "Tell me again, tell me what you want, you old Whore! I want to hear you say it again." I said brazenly in a drunken voice, As I ran my hand over her wet pussy and shoved my middle finger into her, She gasped, and said," Oh Fuck Lover, that feels sooo good, but not here." I rubbed her clit with my middle finger tip, and asked," why not?" "Some one might see us." She replied," and I might cum again." I pushed two fingers into her and continued to finger fuck her as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She forced her tongue into my open mouth, as I sucked on her tongue, she came. Vicky pulled her lips off mine and muttering between our lips," Oh Fucking God, Lover Boy, what are you doing to me?" Then she kissed me again. We broke apart and continued staggering towards the back of the garage, with her slacks starting to slip down over her hips. She said," Lover that's my car parked over there next to that old jeep." When we got there I opened the back of my jeep. I turned towards Vicky as she said," Lover boy you make me feel like a horny teenage high school girl again!" "Oh Yeah," I replied, putting my arms around her grabbing her by the ass, and pulling her against me. She murmured, "Jeez you're groping me; like I was the high school slut, out with the captain of the football team." I took my hands off her ass, and ran them over her hips and up over her belly until I had her big full breast, in my hands caressing them. Then I opened her suit jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled up her bra. Then I covered her warm full naked breast with my hands. She looked into my eyes; like she was in shock! Then she pulled my jersey out of my pants and rubbed her hands up under my jersey over my chest. She said in a throaty husky voice, "Please Stud, I want to feel your hard, bare chest against my naked breast as you kiss me.' I pulled my jersey over my head and throw it, into the back of my jeep. Vicky took off her jacket, blouse and bra, and dropped them on the floor. We embraced tightly with her warm soft breast pressed firmly against my hard bare chest. We kissed roughly; passionately, mashing out lips together, tonguing each others mouths, as we groped each others asses. Vicky asked though our lips," Does your back seat go down?" "Yes." I replied, and went around opened the back doors of my jeep and put the seats down. Before I could get to back of my jeep, Vicky she was sitting on the back bumper, said," CV there's not enough room in here for us." "Don't worry." I replied as I put my hands under her armpits and stood her up, and pulled her against me. As I slide my hands under her slacks and panties, she wrapped her arms around my neck and turned her head up towards mine. As our lips met and our tongues touched; I pushed her slacks down over her hips. Vicky pulled her mouth away from mine and said," "do you think we'll get caught?" I don't care, I replied, do you?" "No" she answered, "I don't care. I want you to take me" Bridesmaids "To help people." To my surprise, she nodded. "That's what I thought." For a half-dozen seconds or more she just stared, as if she expected me to add something, but my mind was a blank. "What about you?" I asked. "Why a dentist?" "I love the sound of the drill." I inhaled a crisp gasp. "You do?!" For the second time in as many minutes, Kayla laughed through a smile. "Of course not. I hate that sound, just like everyone else." I smiled back, more at my own gullibility than her jest. "Why then?" "It's a long story." "How long can it be?" "Not that long. I just didn't wanna bore you." I smiled. "You don't." "Ok," she began. "Same as you- I wanted to help people. Or animals. When I was younger, I wanted to be a vet, but then, when I was a teenager my dog and cat got old. I'd had them longer than I could remember. Then we took them each to the vet and they didn't come back. That was the end of me wanting to be a vet." I nodded. "That would have done it for me too." "But I still loved animals," Kayla said. "So I majored in biology, even though my dad said there was no money in it. Maybe that's the biggest reason I did it, because he didn't want me to, but he was right, there's no money in it." She paused for a grin and a wink. "And I like money." I couldn't help but return her smile as she continued, "Anyway, I was a bit more mature at twenty-two than I had been at eighteen, so I looked a bit more seriously at health care. But being a doctor would have taken another decade and a nurse, well, that never appealed to me. "Then, one day, I was at the dentist, lying in that chair, holding my breath, my ankles crossed, my fingers clawing the handgrips- and it dawned on me." She paused for a breath, glancing up and away for a second before looking back to me. "Why does it have to be so unpleasant? I mean, how many dentists can you say you actually liked?" I smiled at once. "One." Again her head leaned toward her shoulder. "One?" "You." The biggest smile yet spread across her face. "I meant as a patient." "Ok. None." "Exactly," Kayla began. "Me neither. That's when I decided I would be the dentist everyone likes. Doesn't hurt I'm good with my hands. Always have been. I like painting, and playing the guitar. I make it more fun and less pain. Ok, at least more fun so they don't notice the pain. And for that, they pay me. Pisses all the older dentists off that I have better clientele." "Better?" I queried. Kayla smiled. "Richer." My lips pressed together, I nodded, then swallowed. I knew she wasn't flaunting her wealth, but I could not help but rue the contrast between her financial situation and mine. "You had that same look last night." "Excuse me?" I said with a shake of my head. "That sad look. You wore it most of the night, poupée. Why?" "I cried?" She smiled. "Well, not at first, but later you did. A lot." My shoulders sagged as I released a long breath. "I don't want to go home." "Is it someone?" "No." I shook my head. "More like no one. Nothing either. Just a tiny apartment and a ton of bills." "Money troubles?" "Job troubles." "I thought you liked being a waitress?" I nodded. "I did, but my boss wouldn't give me the weekend off, so I quit." Kayla's eyes widened. "You just quit? To go to a wedding?" "I told Melissa I'd be here." I paused to shrug. "I may not be much, but I keep my promises." Across the table, Kayla's head moved in a slow, deliberate shake. "You're wrong." "I do keep my promises!" I insisted. Kayla's smiled. "That's not what you're wrong about." "What then?" "You're wrong about not being much." I opened my mouth to ask for an explanation, but the waitress arrived instead. "Who had the flounder?" I looked up and raised two fingers of my right hand. "Here." The girl placed one dish before me and turned to my companion. "I guess that means you had the shrimp?" Kayla smirked. "Yeah, guess so." Her eyes followed the departing waitress for several seconds before she turned her attention back to me. "You lied to me." Her gaze did not waver in the few seconds it took me to finish chewing and swallow my first bite. "When?" I asked. "When you said you had to be back Monday for work." I tongued my lips once and swallowed again, this time sans fish. "I guess I did." Kayla leaned until her chin was over her plate. Her eyes bored into mine. "Don't do it again." My tongue still teased my lips, but neither could muster a single word. With a gulp, I nodded. Kayla sat upright and smiled. "How's the flounder?" My nod became brisk. "Fine." "Last time I had flounder was on the beach during a jubilee." My lower lip departed from my upper one. "You've been to a jubilee?" Kayla laughed through a smile. "Yes." "You've lived in Mobile?" "No. I was just visiting." For the second time within a minute, my jaw succumbed to gravity. "I've lived in Mobile most of my life and never been to one!" My companion shrugged. "Just lucky, I guess." "I guess," I agreed with a sigh. "Seems like you've done so much." "Yeah, but there are a few things I haven't done that I'd like to." "Like what?" Kayla smiled. "Like finish this food so we can get our dresses on time- we don't want to give that clerk an aneurysm by being late two days in a row." * * * Three hours later, I was in my dress, following Kayla up the aisle. As ceremonies go, Melissa's was mercifully brief. The reception afterward followed the traditional pattern. The groomsman with whom I was paired turned out to be an excellent dancer. He was good-looking too, and polite. Of course, he was also married. Any good ones that aren't sure hide well. After the customary dances, he proved my suspicion regarding his virtue by abandoning me as a partner in favor of his wife. I returned to my place at the long table, hoping another gentleman might come and ask for my hand upon the dance floor, but none did. My attention lingered on Kayla and her handsome opposite in the bridal party as they spun across the dance floor as a couple. I looked away several times, but my eyes wandered back on each occasion. After one dance, I noticed my lips had formed a pout. After another dance, I admitted I was jealous. It was not until after the third dance that the revelation struck me- that I was jealous of him, not her. A half-hour later, the dance floor had emptied and the DJ picked up the pace a bit. I noticed a group of other young ladies approach the floor. With a smile, I decided if they could dance without partners, so could I. In my naiveté I walked onto the floor and began moving to the beat. Within seconds, I discovered my folly- the girls did have partners- each other. They proceeded to bump, grind, spoon, and even mock spank one another. I bounced on the perimeter praying for the song to end sooner rather than later- and that I might go unnoticed. Neither prayer was answered. A smiling twentyish brunette with a boy's haircut whirled, grabbed my hand, and prepared to rub her body against mine. With a tilt of her head, she released my fingers. "I don't know you, do I?" "No," I said, pausing for a swallow. "So please don't do that to me." Her smile vanished. For a long moment we just stared, each, I suspect, trying to evaluate what the other felt. If her appraisal was more successful than mine, she understood the cowardice within me. "I'm Delia," she said at last. The corners of her mouth crept upward. "Now you know me." I swallowed. My head moved in a slow bob. "I'm Sandy. But I still don't know you." "No problem," she said at last. "If that's what you want." "I didn't mean it in a bad way," I insisted. "It's just, I don't know you, that's all." "I heard," she replied with a shrug. "Let me know if you'd like to get to know me." Turning away, she sought and quickly found another partner. I returned to the table after that dance. Though I tried not to stare, the spectacle of the lesbians dancing was too much for me to ignore. After one song, the surprise began to fade and I came to admire their pluck. A song later, I was smiling, jealous of their fun, imagining what it would feel like to dance with them. My hips swayed across the chair to the beat of the music while my butt cheeks clenched to the beat of the mock spankings. Upon the start of the next tune, my lips formed a line and my eyes found the white of the tablecloth before me. When I looked back up, the largest part of me wanted to rush onto the floor, find the brunette, and ask if I might change my mind and get to know her after all. But a smaller part of me, a part I loathed, kept my ass pinned to the chair. There I sat for the balance of the evening, my attention roaming the room. Eventually, I figured out why my eyes wandered- because Kayla did. When I wasn't casting a longing glance toward the dance floor, my eyes were seeking her. I found myself pouting that she didn't even notice, much less respond to my stare. An hour later. just when I'd given up hope that anyone might notice me sitting there by myself, the bride did. "Are you ok?" Melissa asked. "Sure," I said, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired." "Kayla wearing you out?" "Excuse me?" "I forgot how she can be." I cocked my head to one side. "And how's that?" "She can be, well, kind of overbearing." My eyes found the subject of our conversation. "Really?" "You haven't noticed?" My head was shaking as I brought my eyes back to Melissa. "No." The bride shrugged. "Ok then. I was just worried maybe the two of you might not get along since she's so different from you." "Maybe we complement one another." My eyes widened as the wish behind my words registered within my psyche. Melissa grinned. "You know what they say about opposites." My eyebrows bounced upward over a pair of wide eyes. "They attract?" Melissa's head fell to one side. Her brows dropped. "You know Kayla is gay, right?" My eyes bulged. "No." The bride grimaced. "I hope that's not a problem." I looked back to Kayla, who had already moved to another table like the perfect social butterfly. "No," I muttered. "That's not a problem." "You sure?" "Yeah." I forced my attention back to Melissa. "No problem at all." "Good," she said, turning to leave. "Oh!" She flipped her head over her right shoulder. "The bouquet toss is on the dance floor at the stroke of midnight. Who knows, could be your night." "Yeah," I said with a nod and another fake smile. "Prince Charming's probably right around the corner on his white horse, ready to take me away, just like I always dreamed." "That's the spirit!" Melissa said before turning to continue her rounds. I had always detested the bouquet toss. Coming near the end of the reception as it does, the event served as a reminder of my solitary status. I usually just stood near the back, where I hoped to be out of sight and out of mind. For the first time, I really wanted to catch the flowers as if doing so might really change my luck. Walking to the front of the throng of eligible ladies, I could not help but smile when Melissa met, and returned, my gaze. I didn't know if the bride understood my wishes, but she turned her back and hurled the bundle directly at me. I watched the flying buds sail through their arc right toward my outstretched fingers. Only, they never made it. At the last instant, a dark brown hand appeared above mine. For a moment, I could only look upward to the flowers stopped just beyond my reach. Turning, I managed to turn my pout into a grin, though hardly an honest one. "Congratulations." Kayla smiled back. "I think for once, there may be something to this old bouquet thing." My mouth fell open, but the question I intended to ask never emerged. "Kayla!" My eyes shifted to the bride rushing to hug her bridesmaid. I swallowed as the two embraced, sure in my mind Melissa hadn't thrown the flowers my way after all. I was in something of a sour mood on the way back to the motel- not only had the evening been a series of reminders that I was sans partner, tomorrow promised a return trip to a world where I not only had no boyfriend, but no job as well. Kayla didn't say much either. I assumed she was tired, though I didn't bother to ask. We arrived at our room, where I waited for her to unlock the door. When she turned the handle, I leaned as if to proceed, but instead of holding the door for me in the manner she had done all weekend, Kayla followed the door, pushing through in front before me. I stood in the corridor, blinking as I searched my feelings, wondering why I might suffer a tinge of hurt that she had not allowed me to go first. Writing my distress off to my tender mood, I entered the room just in time to see Kayla disappear into the washroom. With a sigh, I threw off my dress and then threw myself onto the bed. Grabbing the remote, I pointed it at the tube and pressed the 'on' button. My tummy was still to the mattress a handful of minutes later when I heard the sounds of the shower cease, followed by the crack of the washroom door. At once, my gaze sought to wander that direction. Not wanting to appear as if I was attempting to sneak a peek, I kept my nomadic eyes glued to the cartoons. Only when Kayla marched to stand before me did I realize I would get far more than a glimpse of her form. Wearing not a stitch of fabric, she stood right in front of the television, ostensibly drying her hair. My attention leapt to her face, but I couldn't see it for the towel wrapped about her head. With a swallow, my eyes fell from her hidden face to the classic hourglass shape of her chocolate colored form. She was so sleek, the hue and texture of her skin so uniform, her muscles so thick, so powerful, that she seemed more like an animal than a human. No, I corrected myself. Not an animal- a goddess. Only a goddess could be so perfect.. I saw the arrow again, the one etched upon her flesh by her ribs. My eyes followed the arrow upward to find, and then worship, her divine breasts, the ones that had too often been the focus of my attention during the past two days. I no longer needed to hope for a quick look- her bosom lay completely exposed but a few feet away, undulating as she continued to massage her scalp. Majestic, rotund, full, even proud, her breasts were everything I always wanted mine to be. I licked my lips as my eyes lingered on the large circles of her near-black areolas and the erect nubs at their center. When I pried my eyes free and back to her face, I found her equally dark irises planted squarely upon my eyes. I felt coolness invade my cheeks as the blood drained from my face. My mouth fell open as I tried to conjure up an excuse for my ogling, but no words came to my idle tongue. "It's ok," she whispered. "I noticed you looking today. And yesterday. I thought you might like a better view." She took a single step my way. "You do, don't you- want a better view?" My chest expanded at the accusation. I tongued my lips, but still couldn't think of a thing to say- she was right, of course, I had been looking. "I'm sorry?" I offered. "Don't worry," Kayla said, taking a step my direction. "I was looking at you too." A cool tingling started near my neck, then made its way down my body. "You were?" She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "Three things make a relationship work for me." "What?" "Raw," she said, scooting closer to me. "Physical," she continued, leaning. "Attraction," she concluded, her breath warming my ear. I swallowed. "Raw physical attraction?" "Yeah," she hissed. "I guess I'm shallow." My body tensed. Part of me felt I should roll away, tell her to stop, but that was the same very small part of me, and this time I wasn't going to listen. Instead, only my mouth moved. "What are you saying?" "It's not obvious?" she whispered. A finger began tracing the path of my spine. "I find you attractive- in a very raw and physical way." A shiver spread from the spot where her fingertips met my flesh. "Ok," I began, "maybe I looked, but I don't..." "Don't what?" she interrupted. "Swing my way?" Lips pressed together, I issued a trio of crisp nods. "Yeah. That." "That's only because you haven't tried, but I know you'll like the flavor of my kool aid." My throat pulsed with a single swallow. "How would you know that?" "Because you looked. You looked at me. You looked at Delia too. And her friends. You even checked out the waitress at the Chimes. I bet you've been checking out other women for years. And you're still looking." My eyes widened as the brain behind them realized the truth in her words. I snapped my attention from her bosom to her face. "That doesn't mean I'm a lesbian." "No? What does it mean?" "Just..." I started with no idea how I would finish. "That you're pretty. That's all." "Oh," Kayla said, jumping off the bed to stand before me. "So you find me attractive?" Her hips swayed. She stretched her arms skyward. Every muscle in her body leapt to attention beneath her skin. My eyes slid over her form, confirming what I already knew to be true. "A little." "A little?" she whispered. "I find you more than a little attractive." My eyebrows shot upward. "Me?" "Oui." She took a step to her right. "Vous." Her hand again found my shoulder- her fingers traced a path down my side as she walked along the side of the bed to stand near my waist. "Roll over." Without a sound, I did so, my hands coming to rest adjacent to my shoulders. Kayla crawled onto the bed, dragging her body across mine until her hands found my wrists, pinning them to the mattress. "Why don't you scream?" she whispered. "Tell me to stop? Go ahead. Just tell me. One word." She paused, her smiling face hovered over mine. "Stop," she continued. "Go ahead, say it. That'll be the end of it, if that's what you really want." I looked up into that smile- wide with just her upper teeth showing. Her eyes were just as wide, her brows arching over them. My lips parted to speak, but again no words came. I knew she knew. My throat flexed, though my mouth was devoid of moisture. "I didn't think so," she whispered. With that, she descended. First I felt the softness of her bosom pressing against mine, then the weight of her abdomen on my stomach. The heat of her body rushed through the fabric of my undergarments, to my flesh, and beyond. Her mouth dropped to just above my face. There her tongue emerged, giving the tip of my nose a single lick that was almost a slap. She pulled back to where my eyes could just focus again. "Tell me you want me." My mouth fell open even as my head vibrated my reluctance. "Bullshit," Kayla declared. Her face descended again, twisting as she did so. My neck arched just a shade, my mouth pushing upward. She extended her tongue again, lashing my lips in the same way she had my nose, except she did it again. And again. "Tell me you want me," she insisted between each lick. On the forth lick, I heard my mouth whimper my want. "Louder!" she demanded. I swallowed, knowing there was no longer any point in pretending. "I want you!" Kayla's mouth rushed to mine, covering my lips. Her tongue and teeth followed, biting, nibbling, suckling. Her hands found my body, cupping against my sides as if pinning me in place. I moved my palms to her bare shoulders and massaged her muscled flesh. We kissed, and caressed, for maybe a minute, not even pausing to breathe, let alone speak.