[FF] Went down on my straight friend minutes before she walked down the aisle

I’ve debated whether or not to tell this story because it’s not one I’m particularly proud of. Buuuut it’s something I need to get off my chest. So here I am. Screaming into the internet void instead of talking to a therapist about it.

A camp friend of mine, let’s call her Trish, got engaged to her high school sweetheart, Evan, a couple months into our freshman year of college. She quickly found that planning a wedding and taking a full course load was too difficult, and she ended up taking a leave of absence for the remainder of the semester and instead picked up shifts at her former high school waitressing gig. I liked Evan well enough, but I found Trish’s decision to put her future on hold in order to plan a one-day event perplexing and concerning. I tried talking to her about it during one of our weekly Skype dates, but she always shut down the discussion, saying she loved him and this was a small sacrifice to make for their dream wedding. Worried about driving her away or isolating her further into the relationship if I kept pushing the issue, I just dropped it.

It wasn’t a surprise when Trish asked me to be a bridesmaid, and I took advantage of the role to offer her as much support as possible, secretly hoping that she would eventually ask me to help her get herself out of the hole she was digging. Again! I had nothing against Evan! Or even marriage in general! I just thought it was straight up crazy to get married at 19 to someone you’ve been dating since before you learned how to drive. She didn’t know who she was, let alone how to be an adult on her own without him.

Months passed. Her bachelorette party went off without a hitch – the theme was obviously penises. We all got roaringly drunk, Trish’s sister (the only one of us older than 21) providing the alcohol. As the night wound down, I caught Trish looking a little sad. “What’s up, m’lil bridal flower?” I asked.

Her eyes held mine, a sad smile on her lips. “Oh nothing, I’m just being silly and sentimental. I love you guys.”

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “We love you too, baby girl.”

I tried to probe a little, thinking this was my chance to finally get her to open up, but she plastered a smile on her face and called for another bridesmaid to pass her a joint. We slowly stumbled back to the hotel room from the karaoke bar, our stilettos clicking on the cobblestone street as we struggled to walk on shaky legs. Trish lingered towards the back of the pack, so I stayed behind with her. She slipped her hand in mine and smiled up at me. “Thank you for this,” she whispered, a dazzling smile on her beautiful face, “it was the perfect send-off for my singlehood.”

I squeezed her hand gently. It had been months of me trying and failing to help her change her mind. I knew there was nothing left for me to say.

The day of her wedding, I was one of the few bridesmaids still allowed in the room as she got ready. Tensions were high after a “that hem is too short for my wedding” incident, and Trish’s mom was belligerently complaining about Trish’s dad’s new girlfriend to the point where Trish’s sister was forced to get involved to keep the peace. After Trish snapped at the hairdresser and kicked out the remaining bridesmaids to go entertain themselves instead of “hovering around,” I was the only one left. She sat there in front of the vanity, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks and ruin her makeup. I knelt in front to her, covering her hands with mine in her lap. “What’s going on, babe?” I asked soothingly, “Who can I kill for you?”

Trish half snorted and shook her head. “I feel like such a fucking bridezilla. Do you think they’re mad at me?”

“Nahhh,” I lied, “they know you’re just stressed out and nervous.”

She nodded and swallowed shakily before taking a deep breath. She looked down at me and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Of course. You know I’m here for you. Anything you want – just tell me.”

She hesitated, unable to articulate what she needed. I waited. Eventually she spoke, her voice shaking. “I just. Evan is all I’ve ever known.”

I nodded silently, my heart thumping hard in my chest, praying she would keep talking as long as I didn’t interrupt her. “What if I’m missing out on something, you know?” She continued, not making eye contact as she fidgeted with one of her hundreds of layers of lace, “I’m just worried I’m going to resent him down the line.”

Her eyes finally held mine, something lingering there that I couldn’t quite place. I waited for her to keep talking, but she didn’t. “You know you don’t have to do this,” I whispered, “Everyone will get over it.”

She shook her head, frustrated that I wasn’t understanding. “It isn’t that. I love him. I WANT to get married to him.”

“Then what is it?”

Trish sighed frustratedly and stood up, our hands dropping from her lap. “I don’t know! There’s just so many things I haven’t done.”

“Like what?” I asked, standing and smoothing out my hideous bridesmaids dress.

“I. Don’t. KNOW! I’ve barely traveled! Evan’s the only man I’ve ever been with! I’m going to go back to college and not have the typical college partying experience. I’m never going to sleep with another man. I’m never going to even sleep with a woman!”

“You can do all those things when you’re married! You just have to talk to him about it first.”

She shook her head as she paced across the room. “He would never let me hook up with another guy. And his family is totally homophobic.”

“Why would his family have to know if you slept with a woman?” I laughed exasperatedly. “Why would he even have to know?”

She whipped her head around to look at me, her eyes flashing with anger. “Because he’ll be my HUSBAND. I’m not going to cheat on him.”

“Then what’s your solution, Trish?” I asked exasperatedly, throwing my hands up, “To get married and then resent him for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t know!” She wailed, sinking onto the frilly pink loveseat next to the door.

“Then why are you marrying him?”

“Because I fucking love him, you asshole! I know you don’t understand why I’m getting married and I KNOW you don’t approve, but I need you to fucking respect that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

I opened my mouth, about to retort, but stopped short. I closed my mouth. And took a breath. She was right. I had been a judgmental asshole for months, projecting my commitmentphobia on her relationship. I bent over in front of her and grabbed her chin to force her to meet my eyes. “What do you need in order to get you down that aisle?”

Her eyes searched mine as she hiccuped lightly. After a pause, she licked her lips and glanced down at mine before meeting my gaze again. “I want to leave this room with no regrets.”

I don’t know who made the first move, but suddenly Trish’s lips were on mine, our mouths opening to deepen the kiss. Our tongues wrestled each other slowly as my panties dampened, my hands cupping her face to hold it against mine. She moaned lightly into my mouth as her face flushed, the epitome of the blushing bride. I tore my lips off of hers and dropped kisses down her neck as my hands spread her legs to make room for me. I slid to my knees reverently in front of her as I kissed down to her cleavage, her tight bodice preventing me from being able to access much of her body. I slipped my hands under the cups of her strapless wedding dress, pulling her tits up to spill out the top. My mouth attacked one nipple mercilessly as my fingers toyed with the other. I glanced up at her face. Trish’s eyes were closed and her head was leaning against the back of the loveseat, her flush spreading down her neck to her chest as I continued my onslaught. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

I kissed back up her neck and recaptured her lips with mine as I cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples gently with the pads of my thumbs. After a few moments, I trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear. “How far do you want this to go?” I whispered breathlessly.

She turned her face to kiss me again, her hands tangling in my hair. She pulled back with a moan as I pinched her nipples with juuuust the right amount of pressure to keep it on the pleasurable side of the pleasure-pain scale. “I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

I hiked her flowing dress with all its layers up to her waist, letting her adjust to press weight against it so it wouldn’t fall down. I slipped my hands up her soft thighs as I kissed her, looping my fingers under her delicate lace panties and pulling them down until they were around her ankles. Reluctantly detaching my lips from hers, I leaned back to pull Trish’s silly white bridal panties around her dangerously high white stiletto heels and then tossed them across the room behind me. Pulling one leg over my shoulder, I kissed my way from her ankle, past her knee, up her inner thigh, until I was finally at her center. I could feel the heat coming off her pussy and looked down. The curls there were shaped into a tight landing strip, and I could see the juices shining on her sensitive skin. I glanced up to make eye contact with her, silently asking if I should continue. She nodded.

My mouth watered as I leaned towards her delicious pussy. I placed my mouth at the top of her soft mound and slid my tongue down her slit, wetness flooding my panties even more as I heard her soft moan in response to my movements. She was delicious, tasting like pussy and her soap and something else remarkably Trish. I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her towards me roughly, her legs falling further apart to make room for my face. Another long swipe with my tongue. And another, my lips nibbling lightly on her clit as I detached from each upward swipe. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue glancing against it gently as I assessed what level of pressure she needed. One of her hands snaked into my hair to hold me there, and a quick glance up at her confirmed that she was panting heavily, her other hand tightly gripping one of her breasts.

Keeping up the pressure on her clit with my lips and tongue, I removed my right hand from her ass cheek and slowly began tracing ticklish patterns along her inner thigh. Her shuddering breaths encouraged me to continue teasing her, my fingers reaching the crease where her pussy met her thigh before immediately retreating back down to her knee. Trish let out another whimpering moan, pulling my face harder against her hot, dripping pussy. I knew what she needed from me.

With no further preamble, I pushed one finger into her tight little cunt and increased the pressure on her clit, enjoying the wild noises falling from her lips. I slowly pumped in and out of her pussy, the wetness coating my finger to let it slide with ease. It was clear she needed more. On the next inward push, I brought a second finger to join the first, a thrill shooting through my body as I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. “Fuuuuuck. Harder. Harder! Please.”

I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and rolled it as I began fucking her with my fingers in earnest. The slick slapping sound of my fingers pounding into her pussy was music to my ears as Trish’s moans increased in pitch and volume. Her hands pulled my face even harder against her center, her hips grinding wildly against my tongue. I let out a prolonged moan against her clit, deliberately placing the vibrations directly on top of her delicate bud. She gasped and tightened her grip on my head to an almost painful hold.

I pulled my head back despite her high pitched whine, bringing my left hand to rub against her clit with more force than my mouth could provide. Trish’s moans turned into soft shrieks and I quickly shoved my mouth against hers to silence her. She moaned and explored my mouth with her tongue, clearly enjoying the taste of herself on my lips. She cupped my face with one hand and brought the other down my dress to cup my breast, inexpertly pinching my nipple a little too painfully. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I kept up the pressure on her clit and began curling my fingers inside her on each pulling stroke, pressing hard against her g-spot. She pulled her head back for a moment and pressed her forehead against mine. “I think I’m going to cum,” she whimpered softly, her skin shining lightly with sweat.

“Then cum for me,” I whispered, and recaptured her lips, penetrating her mouth with my tongue as I kept the pressure consistent against her slick cunt.

In less than a minute, Trish was cumming hard, her tight pussy pulsing deliciously around my fingers. She screamed against my lips and her body spasmed, her incredible tits brushing against the front of my bridesmaids dress as she rode through her orgasm. I kept up my movements, stretching out her peak as long as I could until she became sensitive and pushed my hands away from her pussy. Exhausted, I sat back on my heels, taking in the incredible sight in front of me.

Trish’s frilly, lacy white wedding dress was still bunched up around her hips, exposing her swollen, pink, glistening pussy to the world. Her ample tits were spilled over the top of her white satin bodice, the soft pink nipples still pointed into tight, hard buds. Her usually ivory-toned body was flushed all across her neck, chest, and face, a light sheen of sweat coating her soft skin. I was incredibly turned on, drinking in the view and knowing that I was the one who made her look like that. She looked ravaged.

“Shit!” I called out suddenly, a thought pulling me from my reverie.

“What?!” Trish responded, panicked.

“I need to find your panties!”

She let out a loud, belly-shaking laugh. I joined in – her infectious laughter giving way to unladylike snorts and girlish giggles. “Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up,” I said finally, grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet.

As Trish straightened her hair and tucked her tits back into her dress, I hunted down her underwear from the corner where I had flung it. “Found it!” I called out triumphantly, proudly displaying the silly lacy thing in my hand.

I jogged back over and knelt at her feet, holding out the panties at her ankles. She lifted the hem of her dress and stepped into the panties carefully, not wanting to catch them on her stilettos. I climbed under her wedding dress and slid the panties slowly back up her legs, following the fabric with soft kisses. I paused before I pulled them to her pussy and pressed one final kiss directly on her clit, pulling my face away reluctantly with a final soft lick. Trish spasmed lightly, still sensitive. I placed the waistband of her panties gently around her hips and withdrew, knowing I’d never see this view again.

Trish lifted her skirt higher to let me out and then grabbed my hands to help me up to my feet. We stood there a moment, holding hands. Finally, she pulled me to her for a crushing hug, her hands looped around the back of my neck as mine pulled her waist closer against me. “Thank you,” she whispered with a light sniffle.

“Anytime,” I replied.

I kissed her cheek lightly as we untangled ourselves and smiled, both our eyes watering slightly as a million things went unsaid between us. After a moment I cleared my throat and dropped her hands. “Well!” I shouted, clapping my hands together once as Trish let out a surprised laugh-sob. “There will be plenty of time for sappiness later.”

She nodded and swiped at the tears gathering under her eyes. I grabbed her concealer from the vanity and began dabbing lightly on the redder, puffier spots on her face. She smiled and took over, rubbing the makeup into her skin and then checking her reflection in the mirror. A few quiet moments passed as she tucked in a couple stray hairs and cleaned up the mascara that had run under her eyes. She locked eyes with me in the mirror and smiled, all trace of sadness gone. It was replaced by giddy excitement, her dazzling smile lighting up the whole damn room. “Am I ready?” She asked, giving me a quick 360 spin and then turning to face me head-on.

A genuine smile spread across my face. “Definitely.”

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