SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING BLUE

by Stella

After the heat and the noise and the sheer congestion of the wedding reception, the hotel room was cool and refreshing. Three floors above the huge suite where all the guests were crowded and on the the other side of the hotel, it was wonderfully quiet.

"I'm so glad you could help me," said Eva to her brand new mother-in-law as she closed the hotel room door, her long white wedding gown swishing round her. "I really appreciate you coming here."

"It's the least I could do," said Georgina. "In fact it's an honour to be asked."

Eva smiled at the woman who was only ten years older than herself. Not really her mother-in-law as such: more a stepmother-in-law, if there was such a thing. "David is lucky to have you as his mum," Eva said as she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her white high heels. "Step mum, I mean."

"Well I am sure his mother would like to be here but..." Georgina shrugged. It was one thing to be married to David's father and quite another to get caught up in the family politics. "Anyway," Georgina smiled, "enough of that. Let's get you ready for your honeymoon. I expect you can't wait."

"Yes, can't wait," Eva responded. But she didn't sound it.

"Is there something wrong?" Georgina sat on the edge of the bed next to Eva.

"What? No, not really." The younger woman looked at her wedding ring, how it gleamed in the late afternoon light. "Just, well, feels odd."

"I know. I've done it twice now and neither time felt right. It's a big day and there's all the anxiety and all those guests, not to mention a few relatives you'd rather hadn't come and the one uncle who insists on getting drunk so he can be embarrassing."

Eva sighed. "It isn't just that. It's not being sure. I mean, don't misunderstand me. I think David's wonderful and his dad and you have been so kind and I know I'm going to be happy."

"But?" said the older woman, taking her step-daughter-in-law's hand.

"Yes, there is a but. I guess there has to be one somewhere along the line." Eva sounded resigned, as if some things couldn't be altered.

"I'm sure you will be very happy. David's got a good job, you have a nice house and you seem very well suited." Georgina paused, looking for the right way to say what she was thinking. "But I know you miss something, or think you're missing something out. There's a gap you haven't closed."

Eva nodded. "There isn't anyone else I could say this to, but... I worry that I don't know what I'm missing."

"You mean, other men out there who might be better than David?"

Eva looked anxiously at Georgina. "You're not mad, are you, at me saying this?"

"Good heavens no. Why should I be? Of course you wonder what you're missing. It really is natural - every woman does it on her wedding day. Hey, some of them don't even make the ceremony. But, on balance, David isn't a bad choice. Some men are...."

"It isn't men," interrupted Eva, biting her lower lip.

"Ah," said Georgina quietly.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I have never... you know." Eva looked away, a tear glistening in her eye.

"You've never kissed a woman and you want to know what it's like. You have no idea if it's better than kissing a man, if it does something to you that nothing else does."

Eva stared at Georgina and blushed, wiping the single drop of moisture from her lower lashes. "You know, this is silly. I'm straight. A straight married woman. Married less than five hours ago."

"And straight married women can't think about these things? You think the sex urge, the curiosity, stops when you say 'I do' in front of someone wearing a dog collar?"

"It wasn't about sex," Eva protested. "Just a kiss!"

Georgina grinned. "You seem to think that a kiss isn't part of the sex, that it doesn't lead to other things." Her own eyes were sparkling, a smile on her lips.

Eva nodded, and blushed a little more. "I suppose so. Oh, I'm so confused," she said. Then she asked: "Did you go through that, when you got married?"

"No, because I already had kissed a woman. Several, in fact and some of them almost as good looking as you. But I did think when I was married that I would miss not kissing another female."

The young woman in the full white wedding gown gulped a little. "I know I shouldn't ask this, but what was it like?"

"The kissing? It was hot and passionate and pussy soaking and the best thing I'd ever done. It set me on fire, made me complete. You want me to show you? After all, you haven't consummated your marriage yet so it isn't like you are being unfaithful - and I am a relative."

Eva's big, beautiful blue-green eyes were wide open. Another gulp, louder. "You... you'd kiss me?"

Georgina nodded. "I came up here to help you get ready for your honeymoon, help you out of your wedding dress. But I can help you find out what it's like, to put your mind at rest. But only if you want to."

Eva bit her lip and turned away, face contorted with worry. "I shouldn't." She withdrew her hand. Then, in a split second, she turned back and clutched Georgina's hand where it lay in her lap, whispered "Oh please" and leant in to meet Georgina's full, perfect red lips.

It was a brief kiss, slightly open mouthed, eyes closed. But it was everything Georgina said it would be. It was hot and passionate and pussy soaking and it sent a shiver of delight through the newly married woman. An electric fire that danced through every fibre of the young bride and buzzed in that hot, secret place.

"Fuck," whispered Eva as they broke.

"You want that too?" Georgina laughed gently. "Already?"

Eva giggled and leant in for another kiss. Longer, more open mouthed, tongues probing, meeting. Tongues fencing, wet and eager. The two females had their hands on each other, pulling each other in to an embrace, lips mashed together.

They broke the kiss only after a full minute, Eva breathing hard, eyes closed and her head resting on Georgina's shoulder. "Help me," she whispered.

"How, angel?"

"Help me out of my wedding dress and tell me that you love me."

"I'll do the second part first if I may. I love you and always have. Now stand up and let me get you undressed."

"And will you always love me, even though I'm married?" Eva didn't move, as if frightened to break the fragile magic that permeated her whole being.

Georgina kissed Eva again, slowly and deliberately, before she said. "I would think so, given that I loved you from the first time I saw you."

"Why didn't I know?" She was breathing in Georgina's perfume, letting everything about the older female enter her being. Surrendering to every nuance, every breath, every spark between them.

Georgina shrugged and stroked Eva's blonde hair. "Because you didn't ask, or were frightened to look, or you were scared in case my lips were softer, my tongue more eager than anyone else's. In case I was better."

"You are," laughed Eva gently. "It should have been you with me, in front of the vicar. 'Do you take this hot, sexy woman to be your husband.' I'd have shouted 'yes' at once."

"I'm the male part of this? Well, I guess I am a little older..."

"You could carry me over the threshold, sweep me to bed and make me do anything, if you kiss me like that." Eva paused. "When I was standing there, repeating the vows, I thought of you. I wondered if you were looking at me."

"Of course I was. White always turns me on."

"I wanted you to interrupt the vicar, when he said does any person here know of any good reason."

"I knew of a very good reason, but I guessed not everyone would agree it was good enough."

"They haven't kissed you like I have. Then they'd know."

"Oh puh-lease! There are at at least 99 per cent of the people there who I wouldn't kiss."

"You mean there's someone else?" Eva had a mocking, hurt voice. She had never felt so happy as this and could finally relax.

"Mmm, that pretty bridesmaid, Sara. Now she's got a lovely body."

"For God's sake," laughed Eva. "She's only eighteen!"

"I know," chuckled Georgina. "I'm waiting for the right moment to make my move."

"Like you made your move on me, when it was already too late." A note of sadness crept into Eva's voice.

"It's never too late, believe me." Georgina kissed Eva again, this time her hand on Eva's breasts, stroking her erect nipples through the satin and lace of her wedding dress, making the bride moan into the lingering kiss.

They stopped, reluctantly. "I wondered if you were angry with me," said Eva. "When David kissed me, when the vicar said we could."

"Angry? Why?"

"Because I wasn't yours."

"Hmm, well, as you are now, I guess it's all okay."

Eva looked at the older woman, her eyes shining but a frown on her forehead. "I don't know what we're going to do."

"I do," said Georgina, briskly. "We are going to get you down to your underwear, then we will stand in front of the big mirror over there and say our new vows to each other, promising to love and cherish. Then we make love and get you dressed for your honeymoon."

Eva chuckled and kissed her stepmother-in-law, hard and passionately. "I love it when you are so dominant."

"Me too. I have a few things to teach you, young lady, and I must warn you I might just spank a slow learner."

"And will I enjoy that?"

"Eva darling, you will enjoy everything we do. You know how often I've lain awake at night thinking of you, just thinking how I'd get you into my bed?"

"How you'd spank me?"

"Certainly. But mostly how I could get you to kiss me."

Eva nodded, kissed her new husband-to-be once again and stood up. "Undress me, please, and fuck me, darling."

"When we are married," laughed Georgina. "In about three minutes."

They undressed each other carefully and in their underwear they hugged, saying how much they loved each other.

In front of the mirror - Eva in her white strapless basque and stockings, complete with the blue lace garter borrowed for the occasion and Georgina in her own white lace bra and panties - the two exchanged their special vows before Georgina intoned: "You may now make deep and satisfying love to the bride."

They did too, on the big double bed, with the windows open and the curtains fluttering and Georgina's skilled hand and long fingers in Eva's eager sex, kissing and caressing and squeezing.

"When you get back from Tenerife," said Georgina, lying on top of the happy looking Eva, "you will hurry to me and we will do this all over again. But I will have a strap-on ready and I will take you from the front and from behind and fuck you hard and you will adore me."

"I already do," said Eva. "My husband."

"My sexy wife," said Georgina, putting her tongue in Eva's hot, wet sex for the best and deepest kiss of all.

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue. Copyright � 2007 Stella Engle. Return to Stories List