Kiss The Bride.

Little Kelly…..getting married and me,  her chief bridesmaid. Only me and her in her house and only me to help her get ready. 

Oh they’ve been living together for years, of course, but tradition is tradition, especially in this corner of the world, so her fiancé had gone away for a couple of days. They will meet next at the altar. 

As we began to get Kelly ready, I must admit, the talk got a bit raunchy, and I equally admit, as she dressed in her underwear, I began to get more than a little turned on. The talk, as usual between two girls got, well. Personal. 

She stood in white stockings, pale blue garter, a thong and was about to pull on just about the sexiest bra I’ve ever seen when I blurted out “So, what’s it like to have had your last orgasm as a single girl then? Kelly suddenly looked at me seriously. “Oh! I hadn’t thought of that….if I had, I’d have done something about it! Fuck!”

“Shame there’s only me here, then.”

“Shame?”

“Well, yes. If you want your last pre-wedding cum, there’s no guy here to help out.”

“There’s you.”

Wait, what? ‘Cock-mad Kelly’ we called her at school. The youngest of us by far to lose her cherry, and well-known for fucking anyone with a cock…until she met her equally sex-mad fiancé. 

“Me?”

“Yeah…I’ve never tried it with a girl. Show me what you’ve got.”

Never one to resist a challenge, I was down between her legs as she perched on the edge of her dining room table. Her little white cotton thong was already wet through when I got to it. 

Pulling it aside, revealed a totally smooth sex, and an utterly divine scent of arousal. A good sucking of her clit and two fingers up her was all it took to yield a huge cum and a couple of squirts into my waiting mouth

“Feck! I’ve never cum that fast…ever!”

“Well, glad to be of assistance. You, er, might need another thong.”

“Ah, feck it. Who needs panties?” She took her ruined thong off and I pocketed it. 

“Umm…can I…do…you?”

Nothing like breaking in a lesbian virgin, so, I slithered out of my dress and told her to have her way! 

I don’t know what I was expecting really. I’ve been a number of girls’ ‘first times’ and they’ve ranged from rabid to timid. Kelly kissed me, and proved to be an excellent kisser……tentative feelings of boobs followed until finally she put her hand in my panties before sinking to her knees, taking my panties down with her. 

Now it was mu turn to perch on the edge of the table while she, tentatively at first, but with growing eagerness began to kiss my sex, and then tongue it. I guess, if you’ll forgive the analogy, it’s a ‘marmite moment’ I find with girls new to this. They either love it or loathe it. I haven’t met any middle ground yet. 

Kelly seemed to be leaning rapidly towards the ‘love it’ category, and her fingers inside me were magical, moving in a new way for me. Her masturbation must be amazing. 

But then, uh-oh…..that moment when I need to tell whomsoever is down there that I squirt like crazy. And after all, she was wearing her stockings and that obviously old, loaned blue garter. I asked her to finish me off by standing behind me, which she did. Just as well, I squirted like crazy! 

“Hey…did you just piss on my floor/“

“Uh..no…I don’t think so. I think that’s just how I squirt.” 

“Oh….oh well.” (A note of pity there?) 

Time to clean up and get ready, but I reached for her thong. ‘Mind if I wear this? I’d love to have your cum on me during the ceremony.”

Sure…well…in for a penny…..I’ll wear yours. Terry has always fancied you, and when he gets me into bed tonight and I tell him he’s sucking me through your panties, he’ll probably blow his load.” 

And so we ended up at church, each wearing one another’s moist panties, and with a whole new side to Kelly’s sex life. 

As for Terry…..hmmmm…..who knows what might come from that?