The Bride-to-Be: SecretsWe were standing in my bedroom. My bedroom only until today. Tomorrow my bed

The Bride-to-Be: SecretsWe were standing in my bedroom. My bedroom only until today. Tomorrow my bedroom will be in a two-family in the suburbs with a two-car garage, wooden floors, a bright front rose garden,and a huge claw-foot bathtub to die for. It will be a bedroom that I share with my husband, the love of my life and the man I will in just one short hour be pledging my entire life to. In sickness and in health. For richer, for poorer. Until death do us part. I have never been more terrified in my entire life or more amazingly, fantastically full of pure joy.“He just better make you happy,” Gianna says. “That’s all I’m saying.” ”He will.” Gianna is fluffing up the bottom of my dress, the pure white taffeta collecting like a cloud at my feet. I am looking at myself in the mirror. I still cannot believe it is me staring back. That pretty pink princess in the white satin white wedding dress about to marry her one perfect prince charming. Then I look down to Gianna, my best friend and, yes, sometime lover since we met in those lovely, scary days of freshman year high school. We had done so much together. Always together. Peas in a pod. Thick as thieves. Sharing so much. Including our first curious kisses, since we were barely in our teens. We learned so much at each other’s hands. How to kiss. How to touch. How to care for one another. Throughout high school and straight through college. Famous friends and secret lovers. As we still were, up until today at least. “Gianna, please don’t be angry. You knew this day was coming,” I pleaded, “after all, you were the one that introduced us. That even encouraged us to…”"Hush,” Gianna replied, hiding her eyes from me as she fussed at the hem of my dress, stretching my train out behind me.“It’s true,” I say quietly. It was true. Gianna had introduced me to Peter. And yes, she had encouraged me to date him. To give my sexual cherry to him. To accept his pin, then his ring. But never did they discuss what came afterwards. In less than an hour I would be promising to be his alone. Alone. And that meant my sex as well as my heart. Gianna had her heart too, she always had, and she always would. But the sex part was now reserved for Peter alone and, as the son of the town reverend, I doubted he would understand or accept their more than simply friendly relationship.“I still say you could talk to him,” she whispers curtly while stabbing yet another pin through the unruly folds of a dress originally designed to fit my grandmother. Her words were reasonable, logical even, but the noticeable crack in her voice as she spoke revealed the torn feelings behind them. “There isn’t a man living who wouldn’t like a bi-bride. Maybe he’s kinkier than you give him credit for. I just don’t … I just don’t like…”“Please Gianna, we’ve gone over this. Why can’t you understand?” We’d had this conversation before. A conversation that always went nowhere. To be truthful I had never actually asked him about it. I had sent out feelers though. Simple and careful feelers on the subject of lesbian relationships, threesomes, sharing, that sort of thing. Each time Peter scoffed it all off as sinful or immoral, wrong in some ungodly way. He was a product of his upbringing after all. Of the church choirs and Sunday mass and fire-breathing sermons from his own father. Yes, Peter was a bit of a bigot when it came to… things. But he was also strong, kind, sweet, romantic, and one hell-fuck of a lover when let off the chain. I could still feel my insides reeling from the absolute pounding he had given me last night, for the first time without using a condom. The rush of their orgasms had been completely insane, and I could still hear myself screaming for him to pump his seed deep into my cum-starved cunt. God, what I must have sounded like! We both wanted a family, that meant kids and lots of them, and both figured that last night would be as good a time to start as any.“Fuck,” Gianna whispers, kneeling at my feet. She is taking in my scent, knowing where my thoughts have turned. She is too good at that. No one knows me, my soul, my heart, or my pussy as well as she. Not even the man I plan to marry, “You’re getting wet aren’t you, Annie? You smell so fucking good when you start getting wet. Are you thinking about him or thinking about…?” Her mouth is tight, her eyes are shimmering. On the verge of angry tears.“Please Gianna,” I hear myself pleading, “Don’t start… you know I love you so much. But Peter and I…” Gianna rises, covering my mouth with her hand, looking me dead in the eyes. We stand there looking at each other for a good long minute, each of us trying to figure out what to say next. Her eyes are dark and beautiful, strong as steel even as they flail under the emotions tearing her heart to pieces. I watch her soft, pink lips tremble, Gianna not trusting them to say the words she is trying to form. I  remember the last time I had kissed those lips, not so long ago. I remembered their softness, their passion, their heat meeting my own as we both promised to be friends, sisters, soulmates, lovers forever. Heated, thoughtless whispers that meant nothing… and everything.“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Annie. It was supposed to be…”“I know.” I reply quickly, cutting her off before the fatal words were said.“It was supposed to be us. Or at least us and two hot guys who understood. Who loved us both?” “I know.” I whispered, her fingers still pressed lightly along my lips. Gianna smiled, the look in her eyes a strange mixture of sadness before straightening up and taking my hands in hers as her lips moved slowly, gently towards my own. “You and me, Annie. Together forever. No vows. No promises. Just us. And maybe two hot understanding guys to share between us. That was the plan, wasn’t it? What we both wanted. What we still want?” I find myself nodding. I don’t want to but I am. Gianna leads me over to the bed. My bed. My former bed. The bed where we first found each other. Touched each other. Tasted each other. I follow her, my eyes captured by her own, my legs unsure beneath me. "Ohmyfucking…,” I mumble into Gianna’s mouth, as her tongue slides between my lips, playing along my own. I trail my fingers over her short-cropped hair and try to maintain my composure. I try to remember where I am. What I am wearing, Where I am going to be standing soon, happily pledging my whole life away. But Gianna has other things in mind. Just like she told me, its what we have both always wanted. I feel the butterflies storming about in my stomach. And, there’s something else happening a bit lower, as well. I start to shiver as she glides her fingertips up along my bare arms.“You okay, baby?” she asks. “Do you like that?” The smarmy bitch already knows the answer. I nod and pull at the back of her head to mash our lips together once again. Gianna is tugging at my dress, with not just a little help from me, wiggling it to the floor to pool around my heels. I can feel the heat rising between my thighs. The woman has not even touched me yet and I am soaking wet.I feel her fingers grazing lightly over my bare thigh, my senses reeling as her skin brushes against mine. I arch my back and let out a slow shuddering sigh. Gianna has never tried to coax me or trick me into sex. Which is one of the many reasons I have always felt safe surrendering to her wants. Without warning she moved back from me, breaking our kiss.“What? Where are you going?” I find myself pleading breathlessly. “What did I do wrong?”“Hush,” Gianna says, nuzzling her cheek against mine. “You’ll see. Sit on the bed for me, okay?”“Okay…” It’s not until I feel her tugging at my panties, that I understand what’s happening. After that, I let myself slump down across the bed with my ass hanging out over the edge. Even with my eyes closed I can hear Gianna bringing my panties to her nostrils, taking in my scent.“Oh my God,” rises from my lips in a shuddering breath. Gianna‘s mouth is on my inner thigh. Her lips burning across my skin the same place her fingers were playing before. I feel that familiar throbbing deep down inside as Gianna spreads my knees gently apart to expose my pussy lips. “Yesss,” I hiss. “Oh, fuck, yessssss…” This brings with it a small moan from Gianna, and a playful lick up along my tender lips. Never one to rush, the bitch seems perfectly content to tease me mercilessly with her tongue. I am whining, mewling, biting my fist as her tongue works its familiar magic across my lips and swelling clit. My pussy knows her, knows her tongue so very fucking well, and its already quivering on the edge of orgasm just knowing what will come. Remembering what Gianna can do to me when and if she decides. “Mmmmm... You’re almost ready, baby,” she says in her most dominating, teasing voice. What’s the fuck is that supposed to mean? I start thinking, and then I feel it. I feel her finger lying across the softly spreading entrance to my sweet depths, gently pressing into the warmth, parting me ever so slightly as she continues to nibble at my inner thighs. And then it stops. All those wonderful amazing sensations suddenly stop! I look down at her through half-lidded eyes, my bleary vision clouded with a haze of pure lust, to see Gianna sliding her fingers into her mouth, happily licking and sucking the sweet juices she has taken from my pussy. I shudder as I watch her. And when Gianna smiles up at me when she’s done, giving me the wickedest and hungriest of grins, I fall back onto the bed, moaning in ecstasy. Gianna cups my ass in her hands, lifting me into the position where she wanted me in the first place. Satisfied, she leans forward and extending her tongue, takes a long, slow, agonizing lick over the entire length of my sex-swollen lips, gently exploring my wet folds. My legs are quivering as she goes on her journey between my thighs. She knows the way so well, igniting me in ways I have yet to understand. I reel under her power, the tip of her tongue dancing in little figure eights as it travels up my dripping pussy lips. When she gets to my clit, she pauses again. Her tongue is still dancing over my sensitive lips, but the bitch isn’t going any higher. “Mmm, pleeeease…” I whine, in a vain attempt to convince her to move on. To get the job done. It doesn’t work. Instead, Gianna continues drawing those lazy circles and figure eights all over my dripping folds with the tip of her tongue, while her fingertips dance over the length of my legs. My thighs are shaking, and my head feels so gossamer light. I honestly think I might pass out. Then I feel her filling me. She presses her finger inside. One. Then two. I am ready for her, and she glides easily until the tip of her fingers are pressed up against that wonderful, magical bundle of nerve endings we found deep inside of me so long ago. She moves her tongue up just a little bit at the same time, slicing it across my overly sensitive clit. My entire body goes rigid as my eyes pop open wide, and then the shuddering starts. Soon I’m bucking, writhing across the bed as I praise and curse her name. I’ve lost any concept of time, of space, of up and down. Gianna pushes me just short of climax and holds me there until my heels are pounding on the floor and I am quite certain I’m going to die as my pounding heart bursts in my chest. Then, with her expert touch, she takes me straight over the cliff. I come. Screaming, laughing, wailing like an air raid siren, pounding the bed with my fists, my head flying from side to side, ruining an entire morning’s worth of beauty salon services. My body is rising off the bed, floating, soaring, exploding like a thousand glass stars. Weightless, thoughtless, I am shooting through the very heavens with only her manicured nails biting into my ass keeping me earthbound. Keeping me in barest touch with my sanity. Gianna eases up, letting me calm down and after a while helps me sit up straight on the bed. I quickly fall over on my side, closing my eyes and letting out a long, satisfied moan as I do.“It was okay, then?” she says, her smarmy little smirk so evident in her voice. I pry my lids open to look at her. She is smiling like a Cheshire, her face sloppy with my juices.“I meant to keep you on the edge a little longer,” she says haughtily, “I must be out of practice.” “It was perfect. Just fucking perfect.” We look at each other with confusion and not a little fright in our eyes. Neither one of us said that last line. I turn to look. Peter is standing at the door. His face is a mixture of shock, surprise, and horny-as-all-fuck. His cock is rock-hard in his pumping hand as he leans back against the, thankfully closed, bedroom door. Dressed in his wedding tuxedo, Peter is deliciously handsome and the sight of that big cock of his standing at full attention makes my hot little pussy do fucking handstands. My lips are trembling, my mind racing for something, anything to say to explain what his bulging eyes were seeing. I mean here I was sitting back on my elbows, legs spread wide, my virginal white stockings stained with my juices, and my maid-of-honor kneeling at my feet with her face glistening with pussy-spray. Yet even though I lay there speechless and utterly terrified, part of me wanted to tell him to get himself and his fat dick the fuck over here and finish the job that Gianna started. Being the braver of us, Gianna was the one to finally break the silence. “Peter. Now before you go all crazy on us… we can explain.” she said, crawling out from between my thighs as she did. Normally the calm, in-control-one of us, Gianna looked downright scared for the first time I have known her. The way she looked at Peter, the way she spoke, you would think she was trying to talk down a rabid bear about to pounce.“Explain? Explain what? That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”, he declared. “How long… how long have you two… been… like this?”“Umm… Kinda always, Peter.” I replied, my voice quivering in apology, even as I lay there completely open to his view. My brain was screaming at me to run and hide, to cover my shame with the nearest blanket or lock myself into the closet. Forever! But it seemed my legs had other ideas, spreading open even wider and giving him an even better look at my horny little pussy. A look my betrothed more than appreciated, by the way. Peter actually took a step forward, his shaft still throbbing in his hand, his gaze seemingly split between my needy pussy and Gianna’s juiced up face.“Look… I mean, its not like I haven’t mentioned it before… kind of?” I whined, my eyes still focusing on his meaty cock as he continued stroking it. Stroking it with his own eyes focused on my wet pussy. You have no idea how turned on I was, my desire vying with my unreasoning fear over control of my next words. ‘Please forgive me’ or ‘Get that hard cock of yours buried in me’ fighting for life on my trembling lips. “I’ve mentioned things… like this to you. You never… you always seemed against it.”Peter took one painful step closer as his eyes finally removed themselves from my sex, “Mentioned it? For fuck’s sake, Annie! What’s a guy supposed to say when his girl starts asking him if he wants to share her? Or have another girl in their bed? Say ‘sure, I’d love to have more than you on my cock or see someone else fucking you’? I thought it was a fucking test! Why didn’t you ever just tell me the fucking truth? Jesus! You two look so fucking hot together!”“She figured that if she told you the truth about us, you’d balk.” Gianna piped in with a smirk on her face. Still on her knees, she crawled erotically back between my thighs, her eyes never leaving Peter’s big cock. My man’s big cock! I even caught her licking her lips at the sight of it. With a sudden realization I found that we were, as always, sharing the same idea. Both of us wanted to get reamed silly by his monster. “After all your dad is a strait-laced, fire-eating preacher. If she had told me how much damned meat you had packing, I would have forced her. Jesus, Annie, what the fuck didn’t you tell me?”“I wanted to keep it to myself. At least until after the honeymoon. And because I know what a cock-whore you are.” I teased.“You bitch.”“Cock-whore.”A few moments passed, passed with the two of us staring up at Peter and Peter staring down at us. All three of us were thinking the same damned thing. It was hanging in the air between us just waiting to burst like a summer storm cloud ripe with barley contained bolts of lightning. I was far too stunned to speak and Gianna, maybe she didn’t think she had the right, although I could see it dancing in her eyes. Once again, we shared the same mind, the same words frozen on our lips. Peter broke first, finding his smile, stepping forward to stand within arms reach of two very horny women with his big-ass cock bouncing happily before our eyes. The master of all he surveyed. “Well, even though we’ve had a terrible lack of communication here, I am still angry that you never told me the truth. A good wife should always tell her husband the truth, don’t you think? No secrets. Isn’t that right, Annie?”“umm. Yes.” I said, reading with a lovely excitement the playfulness in my lover’s eyes. God, I could feel the butterflies rising again. Fuck but I loved this man! I cleared my throat and continued with more confidence, my voice reflecting my betrothed’s amusement. “Yes. A good little wife should always be honest and forthcoming with her husband. Her lord and master. I just wish I could come up with some wonderful way for us to make it up to you.”Peter placed his fists at his sides, smiling down at me with a look of utter and complete love in his horny little eyes. He thrust his hips out meaningfully, his cock presented boldly to us both. Gianna and I smiled at each other, our eyes meeting in gazes of pure wicked lust as I slid off the bed and onto my knees to join her on the floor at Peter’s feet. He hissed between clenched teeth, his hands gripping our already ruined hair, as we both went down on him. Gianna slid down to suck his heavy balls as I went straight for the mouth-fuck, like a good wife would. We still had maybe thirty minutes before the wedding march would start playing downstairs in the family room. We were determined to use every minute of that.While we were tag-teaming my lover’s throbbing shaft I looked over at Gianna. Her eyes were bare inches from my own at this point, and we shared a happy smile. It would be her and I, we thought. With only a hot man or two to share between us. Friends, sisters, and lovers forever. Just as we planned. -- source link

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