The Bridesmaid  

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9/25/2005 8:01 pm

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The Bridesmaid


I closed the front door, turned the latch and left. Finally the day had come for John and Marie to tie the knot. I had known John for a 17yrs and as a friend to them both; I looked forward to seeing them in wedded bliss. Well that, and the fact that her sister Jay was bridesmaid and would be opposite to me in the wedding ceremony. She was possibly better than average in looks but that didn't matter as she was great fun and that flowed through everyone who was around her. I hadn’t had the opportunity to be alone with her and hadn’t got the inside word on whether she fancied me yet or not, so I was happy that they had seen to it that we were put together for the event.
We arrived at the church, just a small journey there and hardly worth a cab fare, let alone a limousine, but we had been able to throw down two beers on the way. Just to wet the lips and calm the nerves. We walked in and took our places at the front near the Alter and waited. A nervous check of the watch and John seemed okay; she was fashionably late as brides are meant to be. So we waited some more.
They finally arrived. The bridesmaids waited by the doorway for the signal to go. And waited.
Something was definitely wrong. They looked worried and that made us worry. I saw Marie get ushered off past the door and round the side and one by one the bridesmaids followed. Oh dear, it didn’t look good for John, Marie must have had a last minute change of mind and decided not to go through with it. They had over the years had some fiery rows but had always come out the other side.
“Oh Christ” I exclaimed under my breath, oops and I covered my blaspheming mouth quickly. Everyone was looking at John and then me. The hint was taken and being the best man it was my job now to sort this mess out. I stepped back, moved out of formation, prayed to the cross as I passed and walked down the side of the congregation and left the church. I hate it when everyone watches your every move and it was happening right now. Jay was standing outside the presbytery and looking like she was glad to see me.
“What’s happening, Jay? Has Marie changed her mind? ”
“No, not at all. Worse, her dress has ripped at the back and she’s terribly upset”
“Oh Christ” I said for the second time today within the confines of the church grounds.
“Can I see?” I was left at the door while Jay went back inside to check with Marie.
“Come on” She took my hand and led me inside. There under the light stood Marie, sobbing while RenĂ©e her other bridesmaid tried in vain to fix the torn dress.
“Looks hopeless to me,” I said frankly. That was greeted with wailing from Marie, a glare from Renee and a slap from Jay. I was universally hated, again.
Jay was removing me from the room when I had a brainstorm.
“Your dresses are pretty similar right? And you’re both about the same size right? Why don’t you swap?”
They looked at each other briefly, looked back at me, then looked back at each other again and just nodded in approval.
“Ok, I go tell the others that we’re just running late”
“You’re not going anywhere” Marie said in some evil bridal ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone.
“Renee, you go and YOU’RE staying here and helping since it was you’re idea”.
Oh Christ, what have I done now.
Marie sat down removed her shoes and started to undress. I turned away and started to walk out when Marie said “There’s no time for that now, help me out of this”
Carefully I pulled the torn bits together and slowly worked the zipped down. I’m sure I wasn’t meant to be seeing someone else’s bride virtually naked right before she was going to be married. I went across to Jay and did the same, grabbed her dress and went back to Marie with it. Helped her in the dress, and then did up the zipper.
Bingo. She put her shoes on, checked herself in the mirror, kissed us and hurried off. I looked over the tear in Marie’s dress maybe we could fix it; otherwise Jay would not be able to go now. It was hard to concentrate with Jay sitting beside me in a lacey white corset and stockings but I was willing to sacrifice myself for the job. I moved around behind her to get a grip on the dress and started pulling it together, manipulating it whilst looking around for something to hold it together. My fingers manipulated the tear and prized away at her skin in an effort to make the dress one again. What I didn’t know is that I was in fact massaging her back at the same time and inadvertently turning her on.
First sign was a little moaning, followed by moving her head back in a rhythm to the massage.
In a priest’s house! Oh lord what am I doing.
I am not great at restraining myself at the best of times, so while she had her head back I kissed her neck to see if I was right and she nibbled my ear back as confirmation to the affirmative.
Making out in the church seemed like a novel idea let alone a horny fantasy but doing it scared the crap out of me. So I kissed her full on the lips. She kissed me back and I was sure then that she indeed wanted to make this fantasy a reality.
I wondered should I go through with it. She was only half naked and would still need to remove some clothing, now would be a good time to pull out.
So I moved my hands around to the front and caressed her breasts through her top and squeezed them gently. She moved her hand around and grabbed the crouch of my pants. I was already hard with anticipation and the thought of her rubbing me up made it worse.
If I had any decent morals I should be able to politely ask her to stop without making her hate me for it.
I lowered my left hand down to feel the top of her panties with my thumb and used the other fingers to rub the folds of her lower down. Her hand deftly lowered my zip, opened the zip wide and tugged my undies to one side and exposed me.
What if someone walked in on us? I was very quickly becoming naked to the world, hard and ready to have lusty sex in a place of religious worship.
But, I worshiped her body her more, and using this train of thought, I moved her panties across and pushed my fingers deep in. She kissed me back, the wicked smile on her face told the story. I’m sure now that she wanted me as much as I had wanted her. She stopped massaging me and held it, half stood up then moved back and sat on me. I could feel every minute touch as she slowly impaled herself. Down and down until we could go no further. She turned to watch my expression.
I was guilt ridden. I had shown complete contempt for the holy sanctuary of the church. I held her waist just above the hips and used my forearms to lift her off me. It was the perfect perch for me to thrust myself into her, watching the ripples run up her body with each hit. Time and time we came together, the slapping of our skin breaking the silence of this sacred room. She arched her back, took my ear in her mouth and bit to conceal her screams. I in fact had to scream, not from the pain of my ear being chewed upon but because I was coming close to exploding. Jay tensed up and bit harder. I could do nothing to stop myself and I felt the warmth of my fluids flowing within her. She shivered violently and released one last squeal of ecstasy.
Finally we were able to fix the dress enough to walk back into the church only to find the ceremony was finishing and the guests were dissipating. I caught up with John and Marie just as they were leaving the church to say sorry for missing it. He just said to me that he couldn’t have wished for a better job than I had done for him. He seemed truly touched at my efforts and Jay agreed with him. She said I was the best man, and indeed she should know, as she had surely been touched by me just a moment ago.

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