Bridesmaids 1

My brother was getting married to his long-time high school sweetheart and I was among the bridesmaids. So was Anita, one of the bride’s sisters. I had had a crush on her the entire time my brother dated her sister, but nothing ever came of it, largely because she was so young – she had just turned nineteen. And I didn’t even know if she was into girls. When I first saw her at the wedding, she took my breath away. She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly fitted cut highlighting the curves of her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute butt. Anita was a very pretty and attractive in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classic sheath of satin, she looked divine. And I wanted her.

The ceremony at the church was beautiful and everything went very smoothly, so Anita and I were feeling pleasurably satisfied and relieved. The wedding party had returned to the hotel ballroom for the reception. This was now winding down: the speeches had been given, the toasts had been made and the guests were now mingling in a hubbub of conversation as they made their way out. In the early evening there was to be a party for the younger generation, but there would be an interval of a couple of hours. Anita and I each had rooms for a couple days and would be able to change out of our wedding finery and stay overnight and not have to worry about driving home after the party.

Anita and I were standing side-by-side together in a quiet corner of the big room, with just the wall and a couple of potted palm trees behind us. We gazed at the throng and chatted inconsequentially, as long-time friends do at things like this. Anita and I had not seen each other in a while and had caught up with each other at the fittings for our bridesmaids outfits.

As we talked, I glanced down at her and smiled, with the advantages of being three inches taller and five years older. No one else was paying attention to us for a few moments, and this seemed like the best opportunity to set things in motion. I leaned closer to her and murmured in her ear:

“Now that we are sisters-in-law, I really want to get to know you ...”

I paused for a second and traced a finger horizontally across her back at waist level. She gave a little gasp, and then a soft sigh of pleasure as I drew my fingernail back, this time lower down, just under the curve of her sweetly jutting buttocks, and completed thought:

“... intimately.”

Anita’s lips parted and I saw the tip of her tongue flick along to moisten them. She turned slightly to look up at me; for a second, she nibbled her lower lip with her teeth, looking suddenly even more beautiful. I wondered what her reaction would be, but her warmly admiring gaze erased any lingering doubts. She gave me a radiantly beaming smile and slipped her hand into mine, giving it a confirming squeeze.

“Oh, I would like that, Ellen” she whispered eagerly, her eyes bright and her face slightly flushed with excitement.

“Well,” I said, “let’s change out of these bridesmaids dresses – why don’t we do that together, in my room, and then we can properly ... get acquainted?”

Anita swallowed and nodded, her nervousness due not to any fear of what might happen in my bedroom, but rather a lingering residual doubt that it might not, that she might be misreading my signals – unsubtle though they had certainly become. Still holding her hand – for I had no intention of allowing anyone else an opportunity to cut in and carry her away – I towed her through the crowd to the stairs.

Anita seemed to be looking forward to our adventure avidly. In fact, I thought I had picked up a few tell-tale signs during the fitting sessions for our dresses, and so my pass at Anita had not been much of a gamble – but it was still a relief to have had my intuition so positively confirmed.

We trotted up the hotel staircase and almost ran along the corridor to my bedroom. Once inside, I quickly hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside handle, and then closed the door and put the deadbolt on from the inside. I turned back towards Anita, who was standing in the middle of the room, gazing at the double-bed (this was one of the larger rooms); she was in profile to me, and I admired again her trim slender silhouette.

As I came up behind her, she turned to face me and almost naturally came into my arms and our small breasts touched. She looked up at me in silent question, with desire in her eyes. Her lips were already parted as I brought my mouth down to hers and kissed her – slowly at first, and then with pure sexual desire which she matched with a hunger of her own. So the last threshold was crossed, our kiss was one of unmistakable sexual lust. My hands slipped down her back, cupping and then kneading her adorable ass; after only a few seconds pause, she did the same to me. Although she was less assertive, I could sense the pleasure with which she stroked my bottom, as I felt her nipples harden pressing into my softness through the thin satin of her bridesmaid’s dress. Our bodies melted into each other in an erotic sexual intimacy.

After a heady minute or two, I drew back and gazed at Anita and wanted to make sure.

“Are you okay with this?”

She breathed softly in reply: “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

The signs had been there at the fitting sessions in the wedding-dress designer’s shop. In fact, I had started to notice them from the first one. I know that I am an attractive young woman, with my tumbling chestnut hair and deep hazel eyes with long lashes. I have an athletic figure: small taut breasts, thin hips and long, toned legs. When I arrived at the first fitting session, interested to meet my future sister-in-law and companion maid-of-honor, I had deliberately worn a slinky skater’s dress which drew the eye to my breasts and the short, pleated skirt came to mid-thigh and to show an expanse of leg with every step that I took. I had wanted to make a strong impression, and Anita’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in admiration when I first swept into the room and gathered her up for a hug as introduction. I noticed the way that she stole glances when she thought my attention elsewhere, and her eyes lingered on my breasts and ass. When I disrobed, I made sure that I did so in ways that gave her plenty to see.

For the second fitting session, I arrived in one of my favorite outfits – a combination of smart black boots with stiletto heels, black hold-up stockings, a tight and very short black leather miniskirt over sheer skimpy black panties and a skin-tight bright red cashmere sweater. The sweater fabric was thin enough to show off every feature of my breasts and my nipples protruded proudly.

I had deliberately delayed my arrival; Anita was standing on the small fitting stool in only a sheer black bra and. Anita was simply saucer-eyed, bowled over by my sexy outfit. As the designer fussed over her, her eyes tracked my every move. I kept where she could see me easily, and slowly undressed – taking some time to fold each garment and put it on a chair, teasing her. First to be removed was my sweater, and I turned casually so that she had good views of my breasts and erect nipples. Next went the skirt, and I know that I look magnificent in black boots, stockings, and scanty lingerie. In the silence, I could hear Anita’s shaky indrawn breath, and I could almost smell the dampening of her panties in a room which seemed suddenly much warmer. I pulled off my boots, and then turned my back to her – affording her a splendid view of my ass. As I rolled my stockings down my legs, I bent over at the hip which gave Anita a view of my thigh gap and a hint of my pussy. Finally, I turned almost to face her and revealed my naked breasts and pussy, which was visible through my panties. I made some comment about it being hot and sticky in here, and how glad I was to be undressed. When I quickly glanced at Anita, she looked pale, almost as if she might faint. To steady herself, she rested one hand for a moment on the shoulder of the dress.

The dresses for Anita and me were going to be so closely fitted that we could not wear bras underneath; instead, each of our dresses would have soft cloth cups sewn inside the bust. A delightful consequence of this was that we spent much of the fitting sessions dressed only in our panties, and Anita and I snuck as many glances at each other’s small pointy tits as we dared. During that second session, when it was my turn to stand on the stool for fitting and measuring, I could see from the corner of my eye that Anita was leaning against the wall to my left, mesmerized by my near nakedness. When I turned away from her, I could still see her reflection in a nearby full-length mirror. My breath caught as I saw her pinch her own small breasts, then slip a hand inside the front of her panties, clearly playing with her pussy.

I was pretty sure from this point that Anita fancied girls, and some instinct convinced me that she was – as I am – purely and entirely lesbian, rather than bisexual. So, it was after this second fitting that I began to think of seducing Anita at the wedding and taking her lesbian cherry myself.

The third and final fitting was also a final confirmation of Anita’s growing interest in me, and it was pretty clear that she was developing quite a crush on me. At one point, when the designer briefly left the fitting room to take a phone call, and Anita and I were naked apart from our, I managed to contrive an opportunity to remove mine. I turned my back to Anita in apparent modesty, and bent from the waist only, keeping my legs straight, as I rolled the panties down my legs. I knew that she could see the swell of my completely-shaven pussy mound and the base of my slit – with my labia visibly puffy and parted. I heard her give a sigh of desire. I took a quick glance in the mirror and saw that Anita had thrust her hand so hard into her panties that they were pushed down three or four inches, and I could see that she was finger fucking herself. When I slowly straightened and turned – giving her a full view of my cunt from the front – she had had time to straighten her panties and remove her hand, but there was a telltale dark damp patch at her crotch. Seconds later, Anita excused herself to visit the bathroom, I swiftly crossed the room and put my ear to the toilet door. I heard the moans of a girl fingering herself to a rapid climax, and when she came – to my delight – it sounded like she was saying my name, over and over.

Sometime after the wedding, Anita told me that she had begun to suspect that I might be a lesbian after the second fitting session, and had wondered if the views of my tits and pussy I had afforded her were a come-on. But, because she wanted so much for that to be the case, she was afraid that she was reading too much into it. It was only after I touched her ass at the wedding reception that she had been really sure. And, she said it was hard for her to contain her when I suggested that we go together to my room.

So now, in my bedroom at the wedding hotel, I reached up to unpin her hair. Anita has lovely blonde hair, long and straight and once I removed the comb and pins which were holding her coiffure in place. Released, her hair spilled down over her shoulders in a wave, and I ran my hands through its silky fineness.

I turned Anita gently around so that she was facing away from me, and then with a single slow pull I drew the zipper of her bridesmaids dress down from the back of her neck to the base of her spine. It gaped open but remained hanging from her shoulders. I stepped up behind her and slipped my hands inside her dress and reached around and cupped her small breasts. Anita stiffened for a moment before relaxing against me and letting the erotic sensations carry her away.

I teased Anita’s tits, kneading her now hardened nipples between my fingers and I felt her slump against me. She was giving in to the eroticism of the moment. I eased her dress over her shoulders, and it fell quite neatly down to her ankles. We were not wearing bras, so I now had full access to her perky little breasts and pointy nipples. I resumed tweaking and teasing her breasts, heightening her arousal. I kissed the back and sides of her neck, and then in a whisper asked her to undress me as well.

Anita hastened eagerly to comply, and with slightly shaking hands she undid the zipper of my dress and slowly lowered it down over my hips. She slid it off my shoulders and I smiled at her as I stepped out of it. Now, we were both reduced to just our panties and the plain white girlish knee-highs which we had worn under our dresses. Anita reached forwards and gently pulled my nipples, with an expression of wonder on her face. She looked as if this was a dream come true. She later told me that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me after we met at the first fitting session and I had stripped off in front of her; Since then, she had masturbated almost every night as she dreamed that I was making love to her.

“Oh, Ellen!” she exclaimed, “you’re so gorgeous, so beautiful!”

I took a gentle grip of Anita’s upper arms and steered her backwards to the large king-size bed. When the backs of her calves encountered the side of the bed, she quickly scrambled onto the mattress. I joined Anita on the bed, easing her down onto her back and then lying down alongside her. I began with gentle kisses, just brushing my lips against hers and not trying to get my tongue into her mouth. She stirred with arousal, and I was delighted when she opened her mouth to me and her tongue slipped between my lips.

I let one hand drag across her left breast, which was on the side furthest from me. I began by tracing my finger around its circumference, trailing one fingernail over her smooth pink skin. I watched as her nipple became even more stiff. I let my fingers brush across her tit, and she broke our kiss to give a little squeal – followed by another cry as I took a firmer hold of her breast, cupping the palm of my hand over it, and simultaneously compressing and massaging it.

“Oh god, yes!’” she gasped, “oh, that feel so good!”

I smiled down at her, and moved a little further down the bed so that I could bring my mouth to her right nipple, while I continued to tease her other nipple. When my wet lips closed over the nipple of her right breast, I simultaneously tweaked her left one. Anita’s head jerked from the sudden erotic stimulation, and she started to moan in arousal. In her erotic arousal, her hips twitched and her knees fell wide open.

Still kissing and sucking on her right breast, my hand slid slowly down the center of her body. My movement was quite deliberate – I wanted Anita to realize where my hand was going. I wanted her erotic anticipation heightened so she would hyper-sensitized to what was coming. Sure enough, as my hand moved down past her tummy button, she began to pant for breath and she arched her legs even further apart.

When my hand reached the crotch of her panties and I cupped her pussy mound in my palm, Anita gave a high-pitched gasp and I could feel a shudder of excitement run through her slender frame. I could feel that the gusset of her panties was already damp and she whimpered as I rubbed the wet material along her slit, the friction teasing her labia.

“Take off my panties! Take them off and fuck me,” she gasped. “Please … fuck me.”

Despite her begging, I took my time – I didn’t want Anita to come too soon. I eased back a bit, and she drew some deep breaths as I very gently rubbed the fabric of her panties over her pussy mound. I could see the short stubble of her bush as it became exposed. I thought it looked so sexy. I rose up slightly to gaze down at her slim body. Anita was lying almost still; her eyes were closed and her face wore a look of sexual anticipation. She was ready to be fucked.

I gave her a reassuring smile and a kiss, and then hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties at either hip and gently tugged them downwards. Anita had to bring her legs together so I could remove the panties, but as soon as they slid over her ankles, she spread them wide open again. She was completely naked apart from the white knee-highs that we were both wearing, and her splayed legs bared the pinkness of her pussy. She looked so utterly fuckable.

“Anita, you look so gorgeously sexy right now. I can’t believe I’m finally with you like this.”

“I know; I’ve dreamed about doing this for weeks.”

I savored the moment of my first view of her pussy. Beyond the trimmed stubble of her bush, her pussy glistened with her oozing juices. Her clit was aroused and beginning to peek from its hood. It was an intoxicatingly erotic sight and I could feel my pussy begin juicing. I wanted to take Anita slowly so I began by gently stroking the insides of her thighs, slowly working my way to her pussy. Anita began to breathe is shorts gasps as her erotic side took over. I began to kiss her stomach as my fingers got closer. I did not touch her pussy directly at first. Instead, my fingers slid up and down the outside of her labia, first one side and then the other. Then I teased the sides of her clitoral hood and began to pinch it between my fingers, stroking her clit. This set Anita’s hips in motion, rising and falling with my fingers. Her breath was now in soft moans. Then a sharp gasp as my fingertips began to slide between her labia and tease along her pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling the end of my index finger into her vaginal slit and sliding it around.

My probing finger soon encountered an obstruction: Anita’s hymen was still intact! I withdrew my digit, despite Anita’s soft whimpering imprecations for me to continue, and indeed to be harder and firmer.

“You’re a virgin! Why didn’t you tell me?” I told her “I think it’s better not to go any further, I might tear or break it.”

Anita’s frustration at the possibility that the cup of lesbian love might be dashed from her lips was palpable. She was also exactly where I wanted her to be – panting with desire, aching for release, and desperately in need of fucking. Then words came gushing out:

“No! Oh, god, don’t stop! Ellen, do me – I want you to, really, honestly.”

“Anita – are you sure, your virginity?” I queried, putting a doubtful note in my voice and successfully smothering my desire for of course her plea was music to my ears.

“Yes, YES!!” she almost shouted, and then she raised herself up on one elbow, looked at me squarely, and said more calmly: ‘Really, truly, I’m quite sure, Ellen. I’ve been dreaming of you fucking me – being the first to take me. Right now, there couldn’t be anything more wonderful than to be fucked by you!”

I smiled at her, nodded my assent, and told her to wait for just a moment. I rose from the bed, crossed over to my suitcase and removed an item from it, and then disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds. I returned with a couple handtowels; I reminded Anita that there was likely to be a little blood when her cherry popped, and I didn’t want it to get onto the sheet. Anita understood my precaution and lifted her butt so that I could slide the towel beneath her.

Anita’s eyes focused on the object in my other hand – the item which I had taken from my suitcase. A vibrator. It was made to appear like a male penis – I hoped that a fake penis would intrigue Anita. This vibrator was of flesh colored plastic, ribbed with fake veins, six inches in length and with a rounded knob at the end.

“Anita, if you’re going to have your cherry popped, we’re going to do it right – with something big enough to fill you.”

Anita swallowed a little nervously, as I switched on the vibrator and then brought the humming tip up to her pussy lips. At first, I just ran it up and down her slit – not pressing to enter her at all but letting the pulsing of the little machine act as a tantalizing massage to her pussy. I could see that this was working; a sweat broke out on her face and chest, and she bit down on her lower lip.

I used the fingers of my free hand to gently spread her inner labia, opening the way for the rounded end of the vibrator to just begin to enter her. Anita gave a little moan, and I could feel her body trembling in anticipation – due a little to nerves, but much more to erotic desire. I let the vibrator rest here for a few seconds, its throbbing doing the work of setting her juices flowing, and then I moved it slowly up her slit, her gasps becoming more frequent as the fake cock neared her clitoris.

Anita’s mouth opened and her eyes widened, as I pressed the vibrator directly against her clit, with powerfully erotic effect. The sweet teen began to mumble and gasp as the waves of pleasure rippled through her. Anita propped herself up on her elbows, not wanting to miss a second of her deflowering, but now she was shaking and almost on the point of fainting. I didn’t want her to lose her grip completely, so I brought the vibrator back down to her slit – her lips now wide apart, the pink inner flesh glistened with Anita’s juices. I slipped the vibrator just inside her pussy and let the throbbing tip press against her hymen. It had the effect of vibrating her membrane as it were the skin of a snare drum. Anita let out a loud guttural moan.

I looked down at her. Anita’s eyes were riveted on mine.

“Are you ready?” Anita nodded.

I thrust the vibrator through her hymen. Anita winced for a second at the resulting short sharp jab of pain, and then her eyes widened in surprise as the humming head of the vibrator pushed further into her, and sending waves of electric excitement radiating through her.

Now we were in a new wonderland, as nerve-endings in her body that had never been stimulated before pulsed with erotic charge, making her breathing alternate between a pant and a gasp. Anita stared down between her widespread legs, watching in wonder as I pushed the vibrator deeper inside her. Two inches had disappeared, then a third, then a fourth – eliciting a sudden shaken groan, as her hips started, instinctively and almost of their own volition, to thrust back against the fake dick. Anita began to whimper, and her hips rose off the bed sheet as her pussy took a fifth inch of the vibrator, and her back began to arch as her climax built. I was meeting some resistance now and I did not want to hurt her, so this was as far as I dared.

I began to draw the vibrator backwards and forwards for a couple of inches – slowly at first, but as Anita got used to the dildo, she became looser and wetter, and I was able to increase the pace. Anita’s eyes were wide open and she stared at me, her shuddering moans continued. I shifted my right hand slightly to get a better angle with the vibrator. I now wanted to make her come.

Drawing the sweetly humming vibrator back until only perhaps an inch was still inside her, I paused for two or three heartbeats – to make sure that I had her attention. I dropped my mouth to hers and began kissing her deeply. At the same time I began to piston the dildo in and out of Anita’s pussy. It was not long before Anita’s body was wracked by her first lesbian orgasm. Her hips rose and fell as her pussy spasmed and her legs shook as she continued to come.

I had shifted my position slightly so that I could press my pussy against Anita’s thigh, just above her knee, because I was getting so turned on that I ached for release myself. As Anita’s body thrashed beneath mine as her orgasm hit her shaking legs vibrated against my pussy with pile-driving effect. My orgasm hit and I shuddered on top of her, with my juice coating her leg. Anita flopped backwards, her head lolling on the bed, and the most wonderful look of stunned revelation appeared on her face.

“Oh,” she whispered in delight, “Ellen, that was just amazing – just incredible! Thank you!”

“Sweetheart,” I said, as I leaned over to kiss each of her little pinnacles of breasts, “that was my pleasure – and I mean that most literally!”

Anita laughed, and then we lay together on the wide bed caressing each other softly and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.