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Day of the wedding comes and Megan is blowing up my phone with photos of her getting ready and it was driving me crazy. One snap was of her in the mirror in a bathroom with her dress pulled up and her hand covering her pussy with the caption “Want another taste?”
I found out earlier that I’m the first girl she’s been with (she’s 26). She’s been curious about girls since high school but did nothing more than the occasional drunk friend kiss. A few nights before her friend caught me with my face buried in Megan’s pussy and promised not to tell the rest of the bridal party since they wouldn’t take too kindly to hearing that.
The wedding part was pretty quick and there were a lot of tears but every time I looked at Megan in her long fitted brown dress she was staring right back at me. I had to stop from biting my lip thinking about crawling under that skirt and burying my tongue in her pussy again. By the time I saw her again the reception was in full swing and I had calmed down. That was until I got a text from her to meet her at the back tables. She was waiting and looked a little nervous when she asked me to follow her. On the upper floor there was a room they had set up as a bridal suite. I was going to try and tease her and play coy but Megan grabbed my face and just started going at my mouth.