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Subject: Bride by Deirdre
From: Paul Rogers <paul2@slip.net>
Date: 1996/10/26
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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Bride
Date: 11 Oct 1995 20:02:40 GMT
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Bride
by deirdre
Where was she? I was at Helen Benson's wedding reception and was
wondering where she had gone. Helen and I had been friends since
elementary school--best friends, in fact. We had been like sisters,
and had experienced together the trials and tribulations of high
school. Then came college and I went to the east while Helen stayed
home and went to junior college. We talked on the phone a lot during
that first year apart and we visited every time I came home. But
eventually, after a year or so, we weren't phoning each other, and
only talked to each other when I came home.
Mom said I didn't know Helen as well as I used to, but she was
wrong--whenever I *did* get home, which was often no more than
twice a year, we did get together and every time, we would start
conversing just as if we were together every day. Mom looked
unconvinced, but I'm not certain she had as close a friend as Helen
through all her grade-school years.
When Helen told me she was going to marry Jim, I admit I was a bit
surprised. I didn't really know that much about Jim, and indeed the
reason was because Helen and I usually only got to talk two or three
times a year. But when she asked me to be her maid of honor, I
knew I was still her best friend.
The wedding had been absolutely beautiful--Helen is great looking
and she had this absolutely beautiful wedding gown: white and
beautiful, but showing off her figure too. She was stunning and I
wondered if I would look as good when I got married.
But she had disappeared during the reception and I was a little
worried. The groom was still around as was her mother and anyone
else I could think of she might go to if she were having a problem.
She had had a lot of champagne during the picture-taking and had
been drinking more when we arrived. She was obviously feeling
great, but I wondered how much she could handle. I left the hotel
ball room and went to check the women's room. No Helen. I peeked
up and down a few halls, wondering what I might be looking for. Up
one hall came this guy without a jacket and wearing a bow-tie. One
of the waiters. I thought about asking him if he'd seen Helen but I
felt that would be too strange. Something made me walk down the
hall he came from, and then around the corner came Helen. She was
obviously adjusting her dress to get it sitting right on her body. I
remembered the waiter--he had been adjusting his clothes too, and
he was a huge, muscular guy--and absolutely gorgeous! It hit me
like a bolt of lightning and I was devastated.
"Helen! What have you been doing?" I didn't say it loud, but I'm sure
she picked up on my agitation.
"Oh, nothing," she said with put-on unconcern and she smiled. But
she looked excited and I could see the effects of the champagne.
"Helen! How could you do that?"
"Oh, loosen up! It was great! How many times will I get the chance
to wear a dress like this at my own wedding, and then sneak out and
do the dirty deed? With a total stranger and a total hunk!"
"Helen!"
"Can't you imagine it? Me, in this dress, on my wedding day, with it
hiked up to my waist, leaning forward over a table so that hunk-of-
a-waiter could give it to me good? It was deliciously wicked!"
The image jumped in my mind. The beautiful Helen and that waiter-
guy. Being bad in your wedding dress.
"Oh, come now," she added, "you have to take these opportunities if
you want to experience life to the fullest. Doing it like that..." and
she looked like she was going into a reverie.
"Helen, we've got to get back..."
"You know?" she had snapped out of her reverie and was talking to
me in a lower voice, "we could do even more! You want to do him?
The waiter and the *maid of honor*! I'll bet he'd get hard again for
another woman." I just stared at her. She was thinking again. "I
know! Imagine the bride being *licked* by the maid of honor!" I
opened my mouth in shock, but nothing came out. She looked like
such a devil.
"Oh, come on, it won't be too bad... just think of the memory we'll
have!" She waited for me to say something but I was going to say
"Come back to the reception," but I couldn't get the words out.
"Oh don't be a spoil-sport! Just pay attention," she finally said,
sounding exasperaded. Then she just stood in front of me, but all of
the sudden I realized she was trying to look sexy! To me! Her face
looked, well hungry and her tongue licked her lips just a little. Her
hands had gone to her hips and she was slowly moving her body and
her hands were flat on her sides, sliding up her body! I still stared
in silence. She moved closer to me and her lips parted. She was
going to kiss me! I think I actually moved a little closer. "Good
girl," I heard her whisper softly. Her lips barely moved as she talked
and she still moved closer--we were just inches away.
Then I heard voices in the hall behind me and I snapped out of it.
Helen did too, and soon we were walking down the hall together back
to the reception. And that was it.
Except later that night I was in bed and thinking about things. My
hands went to my crotch and I couldn't help but rub. And my mind
went right to that moment as she drew nearer and nearer. I rubbed
more. Would we have kissed? I thought of her lifting her dress,
with me kneeling in front of her, back around the corner in that
hallway. She was so fantastic-looking in that dress. Her dress, her
body. The bride looking down at the maid of honor. I came.
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