When I was 23 and just out of college, a “friend” that I knew in college invited me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. I say “friend” because we really hated each other but pretended to be friends. She was the kind of girl that I disliked-tall, thin, blond, with a flawless tanned complexion and a snotty, stuck-up face. She and I were nasty nice to each other. I really think that she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids to flaunt the fact that she was marrying a hot hunk lawyer. Plus the bridesmaid dresses that she picked out were crazy expensive-$250 for a long, tight strapless dress in seafoam green chiffon. And I had to buy a special strapless $50 low-back bra to go with it. I have to admit, though, that I did look great in that dress with my 34C breasts almost spilling out of the tight, fitted bodice and the tight curves in the hips accentuating my round, curvy ass.
The wedding was in June at a fancy country club. My “friend” seemed actually tense and upset during the service. I wondered if she had a fight with someone before the service-the groom, her mother? Anyway, I was pleased that she didn’t look radiant.