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| By Butterfly | ||||||||
| 06 February 2008 | ||||||||
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I got the inspiration for this whilst looking at writing competitions online. I thought it would be a good idea to use a popular situation, and change it to make it less predictable. What do you think? She knows that I'm watching her right now, as she very slowly takes off her clothes, her body posing in every sexy position possible. I'm dying to help her remove her trousers, and slide them down over her gorgeous ass and firm thighs. Her legs are long and go on forever, and I want to run my hand on the inside, from the ankle upwards. She turns and looks at me with those beautiful green eyes, her lashes fluttering seductively. As my eyes take in her small breasts in a lacy black bra with matching French knickers, I vaguely hear her asking me if I think she's fat. I mumble the right answer, her body is anything but fat and I would love to show her how much I like it, but I can't. I've known her for years now, best friends since college and completely inseperable. She's always known I like women, always fancied herself the object of my affection. If only she knew. She's getting married today, to Robert. I don't like Robert, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. Lesbians aren't his thing, I can tell from the way he glares at me when I'm with her. Someone should tell him that it isn't contagious. She loves me, like a sister unfortunately, and wouldn't let anything like Robert get in the way of our friendship. We make an odd pair. She with her chestnut locks, and me with my auburn 'bob'. She's stunning, she looks much better in a wedding dress than I ever would. It seems to highlight her every curve, the material is soft like her skin, and the ivory colour makes her skin glow. She's glowing today, I can see that. She's happy, of course she is. Her grandmother's pearls sit proudly around her neck, a family heirloom that only makes appearances at weddings. Her hair is pinned up except for a few curls dropping down around her face. Her eyes are wide and alert, her smile makes them sparkle. I help her with her dress, a task only I'm allowed to do. I don't know why, but I assume it's because I'm her best friend. She looks beautiful, the dress doesn't do her justice, and I tell her so. For a moment I see a flicker of emotion across her face, and she whispers something to me. My heart stops, and my mouth goes dry, as the words sink in. "I don't think I can do it." "What? Are you sure?" "I just... I don't think I love him enough to marry him." "And you realise this now? Sweetie, you're standing in your wedding dress right now!" "I know, I shouldn't have let it get this far..." "Well, if you're sure... I can go and tell Robert that you're not ready..." "Don't! Not yet! I'm just confused right now." "Just talk to me, maybe I can help? Thats what I'm here for." "You're great, you know that? And I know Robert can be so..." "He's just not openminded, still thinks women should be barefoot, pregnant and tied to the kitchen sink." She looks down smiling, although I see that it's a sad smile. She's crying, her mascara starting to run down her face. I automatically put my arms around her and hold her, breathing in the scent of her perfume and hairspray . She feels so fragile in my arms, I just want to protect her with kisses. I hold her tight and tell her she doesn't have to do anything, I will support her whatever she chooses. My trouser suit is cream and I'm slightly worried about the stain her makeup will make, but it's a small price to pay to hold her. She sobs on my shoulder quietly, her body shaking a little, all this sadness inside her that I never knew about. I guess you don't truly know a person. It's twenty minutes until we have to leave for the wedding, but time seems to stand still as our bodies are close. Before I know it, her cries have stopped, and she is stroking my back. I lift her chin, and then slowly wipe away the tears. Her makeup is ruined, and her eyes look red and teary, but she is still beautiful. Her eyes bore into mine and she looks confused, as though she is struggling to get her thoughts in order. We stay like that for a while, and then she tilts her face up so she's not even an inch away. I can feel her breath on my face, her lips are open and inviting. I look at her, I'm not sure what she wants, but I have waited for this my whole life. I kiss her softly, and I am met by her tongue in my mouth, hot and urgent. She wants me, I can feel it as she starts to undo my shirt as she kisses my neck. I am blown away by this, I thought I was supposed to be the lesbian! I pull down her dress and start to caress her breasts. Her nipples red and swollen, I take one into my mouth and suck it softly. She moans, so I suck the other one and then tease it with my tongue. I get onto my knees, and look at her. She looks flushed, her eyes wide with excitement and her mouth slightly open. I lift up her dress, and move under it. I pull her legs slightly apart, and feel the skin inside her thighs. My heart beats fast as I kiss her thighs, starting at the knee and working my way up. I have fantasized about this for a lifetime, and I now plan to please her. I get to the top of her thigh, and I know she's turned on because she's incredibly moist. I kiss her lips, and taste her juices, my tongue working furiously. She's loving it, I can feel her body quiver as I push my tongue and a finger deep inside of her. She's so wet now, I put two fingers inside her and push hard, whilst I kiss the top of her thighs. I feel her hands on my shoulders, urging me to go back under her dress and finish what I started. I lick away, tasting her musky juices as I pay special attention to her clit. I suck it gently and her body trembles, I can feel goosebumps on her legs. Not long now. My tongue is beginning to ache now, so I just keep going with the fingers while I kiss her thighs. My hand is wet and sweating, and I can feel how much she wants me. Her body starts to move to the movement of my hand, so I work faster and harder. She starts to moan, quietly at first and then a little louder. By the time I've finished, we're lying on the floor both half naked. I didn't let her cum, I wanted her to make this an experience to remember. One hand plays with her clit, while my tongue is round her nipples. Her mouth is hot against my neck and I'm getting shivers down my spine, as she kisses me softly. Our bodies entwined, our hearts beat fast together as we touch and taste. Our lovemaking becomes slow and passionate, our bodies moist and sweaty, our skin sticking together. The wedding that awaits us is forgotten, the wedding dress ruined in our struggle to undress. This moment is perfect, she kisses me with such urgency, her body responding to my touch. We lie there afterwards, out of breath and our hearts still beating rapidly. In our midst of lust and sex, lying in each other's arms, we don't see the door open. We don't even notice when Robert walks in.
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