"I am surrounded by fuchsia. :/" Brian Thorston typed into his phone.

"LOL," another user in the chat room typed back. "Weddings, don't you love 'em?!?"

Brian typed "LOL" back, then looked up over his phone to gaze upon the insane, over-the-top, behavior happening in the room around him. The ladies--and that is all there was in the room, was ladies--were all excited, hanging their bright pink bridesmaid gowns from any available hook or door jamb. One was even hanging from the TV! Brian, the poor and somewhat naive guy, had assumed that when he accepted the offer to be a groomsman for his future brother-in-law, the effort would be relatively painless. He wasn't the best man, after all. He figured he would get some free booze at the bachelor's party, rent a dumb tuxedo for the wedding, dance with a couple of hot unattached bridesmaids while drinking more free booze, and head home either by his lonesome self, or if one of the bridesmaids actually stood up to his ridiculously exaggerated standards in a woman--or at least was a little slutty--he'd have some company for the night. That'd be about it, right? The fact that his sister was the bride, and their younger sister a bridesmaid, didn't seem at first to complicate the matters in any way. But now that it was the afternoon before the wedding day, he unfortunately found himself in some demand after all.

First his younger sister, Jeanie, needed a new pair of white sandals and could he pick them up for her? "Please please please" she texted. "The pair I have just broke! Size six, thank you bro I owe u!!!"

Fine, whatever, no big deal. It's not like he had anything better to do for the next four hours before the wedding started. He stepped out of the hotel where they were having the blessed event, one of those fancy downtown hotels that look like they are part of a movie set, and grabbed a cab to the nearest department store. Shoes purchased, he headed back and up the elevator to the top floor suite, where the fairer side of the wedding party was getting ready. Jeanie was perfectly happy with the sandals, but the inevitable next request issued forth.

"Frankie wants champagne!' his little sister said. Frankie's their sister--the bride.

Confronted as he was with a room full of overly enthusiastic women, he tried to make a quick exit, walking backwards, through the door to the safety of the hallway. If only he could only make it to the hallway... He could sprint to the stairs from there...

"Bri, be a doll..."

Damn.

So he had to go down to the basement, to find the caterer, who of course wouldn't let him make off with any of the champagne. Room service? No champagne available at this time of the day. So that meant back out onto the street in search of a decent liquor store. A hundred damned dollars later, he had two bottles of the real thing imported from France and a pack of plastic champagne flutes. And a rather strong need for some alcohol himself.

The next task for our poor beleaguered groomsman was to find the ice machine, to chill the wine. He had to get a bucket from his own room, as well as the one from the bridal suite, to chill both bottles, but once that task was accomplished, he plopped down upon the couch in the main room of the bridal suite, not intending to move until he'd gotten a glass of the bubbly himself.

"Look at this, Brian!" his younger sister called out to him from across the room. He was attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, becoming lost in a chat room on his phone, but he had little choice at this point but to see what his sister was on about. "Frankie bought us all new underwear!" She waved some extremely small, lacy undies in his direction.

"Wow, everyone? You all got new panties?" Lots of the girls in the room giggled.

"Yep! and new bras, too!" Jeanie said. "Well, except Millie. She only got new panties. They don't make these kinds of bras for eleven year olds I guess."

Brian's ears piqued at the mention of Millie. She was the daughter of a family that lived down the street from his parents, and because Frankie had been her babysitter for many years when Millie was little, she'd enlisted her to be the flower girl.

Millie was the loveliest little thing, dark skinned and brown haired, with piercingly beautiful dark hazel eyes. The thought of her wearing a pair of those little lace panties underneath her flower girl dress was almost more than poor Brian could bear.

"Is that champagne cold yet?" his younger sister asked him. "Maybe if you give Chrystal a couple of glasses she'll pose for you in her new undies!"

One of the bridesmaids, a pretty enough girl that his sister had told him might want to go out with him, used her lacy bra to whap Jeanie on the shoulder.

Brian popped the cork on the champagne. "How many should I pour?"

"Let's see, me and Frankie, Chrystal, Annie, Meg..." she counted off the girls in the room. "Oh and Teri and June are in the other room with Millie. So that's eight!"

Brian counted on his fingers. "Um, that's seven, unless you want me to pour one for Millie, too."

"Yeah, why not? A girl ought to try her first taste of champagne at a wedding, don't you think?"

"OK. Good thing I bought two bottles!" He broke out nine of the plastic champagne flutes (one for him, too), and emptied the first bottle into them. The last glass had barely a swallow, and he knew that one was his. Just his luck.

"Teri, June, Millie!" his sister hollered, "Champagne!"

The door to another room in the suite swung open and the two older girls, wearing thick white terrycloth bathrobes, waltzed merrily into the room. Behind them, dashing out with a peal of excitement, was little Millie.

She was wearing nothing at all but her new pair of tiny lace panties.

Brian just sat there, dumb, staring like a schoolboy. He'd seen Millie in a bikini often enough that he knew all about her soft, perfectly flawless skin, tanned to a immaculate golden brown. And he knew she had the most beautiful legs, long and thin. He'd literally spent hours examining them in minute detail while she lay in the sun on a beach towel next to him. He was intimately familiar with how they led so delightfully up to narrow childish hips and a beautiful round bum.

But he had never seen her topless, and it was a heart-stopping moment for him.

At first, Millie didn't notice that there was another person, a man, in attendance. And everyone else seemed to momentarily forget about him as well as the young girl pranced across the room like a little gazelle, proclaiming loudly, "Look, Francine! Look at me in my new panties!"

"Oh, you look exquisite, Millie," the bride said, taking her by the hands and twirling her. "So beautiful!"

Brian noticed first the tan line of her bikini top. The skin, not normally seen by the sun, was a flawless cream. And as she twirled with his sister, he saw her bosom. He knew that she had not started developing yet, but he hadn't expected to find her nipples so alluring--pink and pale and lovely, and entirely flat against her chest. Each was a singular vision of angelic beauty.

He finally came to his senses, shaking his head to clear out the confusion brought on by the sight of a nearly nude eleven year old angel, and audibly cleared his throat to remind those in the room of his presence. Eight sets of eyes turned to him, all of them landing on his face and pausing for an extended moment.

"Oh my god!" Frankie yelled. "Brian!"

One of the more sensible of the bridesmaids--there didn't appear to be very many of them that fell into this category--dashed into the bathroom and dashed back out with a towel. Millie, her face now bright red, quickly wrapped it around herself.

"Sorry," Brian said, averting his eyes much too late to avoid seeing exactly what he had wanted to see.

There was a bit of relieved laughter. "Not your fault," one of the bridesmaids said.

The champagne was distributed, a toast to the bride's happy wedding night was made, and everyone quickly forgot what had just transpired. Everyone except Brian, of course. After a little while the bridesmaids all set out to do Frankie's makeup--it's hard to imagine why they need five girls to do one girl's makeup, but that's what it's like to be the bride, I suppose. Millie, being left out of the events for the moment, and also knowing Brian well since their families were close, came over to sit on the couch next to him. He raised his glass, she hers, and they clinked, plastic on plastic.

"Do you like the wine?"

"This?" she said in her beautiful, unassumingly clear voice. "I thought this was champagne."

"Champagne is a kind of wine," he answered.

"Oh," she smiled. "Yeah I love it!" She drank some more, he drank some more, they both finished off their glasses.

"A little more?" he asked her.

She smiled. She blushed. She nodded. He watched the top of the towel she was covering herself with. Did it just move a little bit?

He took the second bottle out and popped the cork. The bride and her maids were so busy with their fussing that they didn't even notice. He poured them both another glass, then raised his and they clinked plastic together again.

"Are you excited to be the flower girl?" he asked her.

"Oh totally!" she said, her face lighting up. As she spoke, the towel loosened, and his heart skipped. What if it falls away? "I can't wait! I get to walk right in front of the bride, did you know that?"

He smiled broadly at the girl's wonderful enthusiasm. "Yes, I was at the rehearsal, you might remember."

"Oh, right," she said. "Won't that be awesome though?" She bounced on the couch. The towel loosened further.

"It will be!" he said. He held up his glass again. "To the flower girl!"

She giggled, clinked, drank a big sip. And it happened. The towel fell. He momentarily had the perfect view of her pale tan lines and her adorable pink nipples, not even two feet away from him, and he fell madly in love with them. Little apple blossoms floating in pools of cream.

"Oops!" she said, giggling, reaching down and fumbling with the towel. Her nipples stayed exposed.

"Here, let me help," he said, leaning towards her and reaching out and lifting the towel. As he tucked one end of the towel in to hold it all in place, he let his fingers glide over the soft pale flesh of her chest. He couldn't help himself, his fingers acted of their own volition, gliding until they found a nipple, then brushing over it gently.

Her face was bright red, but she had a big nervous smile. He could tell she knew that he had touched her like that intentionally, fondling her breast right there in front of the bride and all her maids. He was embarrassed, chagrined, nervous... But she just lifted her glass to her lips and took another sip, looking over the rim and up at him with dark teasing eyes.

"So..." he stammered, wanting to act natural, "do you like the dress you get to wear? Is it pretty?"

"Oh, yes!" she said excitedly. "Wanna see it?"

"Of course!"

The girl jumped up, and he saw the towel slip again. She grabbed it before it fell entirely and flashed a silly grin at him. He stood up as well.

"One sec," he said. "Just want to fill up everyone's champagne."

"OK!" little Millie bubbled, holding her glass out for him to fill again before she dashed off into the other room. He made the rounds of the ladies, finishing off the second bottle.

"Millie's gonna show me her dress," he told Jeanie.

Jeanie was paying him no attention at all, so he shrugged and followed the girl. As he walked into the room, he saw her leaning over the bed, pulling her dress out of its plastic garment protector. The towel was on the floor at her feet, forgotten, and Brian had the finest view of the young girl's ass, small but delightfully round, its pale color perfectly visible though the minimal fabric of her tiny lace panties.

"Oh, sorry," he said, again a bit too late to prevent him from seeing what he wanted to see.

She'd extracted the dress from the plastic now and stood and turned towards him. "It's OK!" she said. "I don't mind!" Clearly she didn't, she just let him look at her naked chest before holding the dress up in front of her. "See! Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, looking down at her dress and smoothing it with her hand.

"Oh it really is!"

"Yeah?"

He stepped towards her, two, three strides until he was right in front of her. He reached out and took the dress from her hands, turning it and unzipping the back. "You want to put it on?" he asked her.

She nodded. As he lifted the dress over her, he stared as long as he could at her beautiful nipples, little pink sugar plums. Oh my god he was in love.

As the dress came down over her, she lifted her arms in the air, and this caused her to momentarily lose her balance. She stepped back, her bare foot landing right on a shoe. He reached out to catch her before she fell any further, and she collapsed into him.

They stood there for a moment, holding each other. She giggled, then pressed herself into him, then giggled some more.

"Millie..." He managed to say, not entirely sure how he would finish the sentence. He knew he was hard, the unsurprising result of staring at her bare chest, and he knew she could feel it. He knew she knew.

She looked up at him and giggled nervously again, her eyes going a little wide. She had her arms around his hips, her hands crossed behind him, on his bum. He had his hands on her shoulders and he slid then down onto her bare back.

He suddenly found himself regretting that he hadn't closed the door to the room. He looked around and noticed that this room had a bathroom of its own.

"Millie," he said again. "Will you come with me? To the bathroom?"

She was still looking up at him with those wide dark eyes. She nodded.

He locked the door behind them. She leaned back against the sink. The thin straps of her still-unzipped dress had slid down her arms and the dress was falling away from her chest. She didn't seem to care at all.

He walked to her, took her face in his hands. Her soft olive cheeks, round and beautiful and blushing. He leaned down to her and they kissed.

While they kissed he slipped her shoulder straps further down her arms and the dress fell down below her chest and her nipples were exposed again. Then he touched them, softly stroking them, teasing and tickling with his fingers, finding her little nubs and catching them between his thumb and finger and squeezing them. Then he reached a hand down to his crotch, unzipped his pants, and fished his cock out. He took her hand and set it on his aching manhood.

Her cool little fingers wrapped around his cock, and he put his hand on top of hers and demonstrated how to stroke.

"Oh Millie," he whispered, his lips still against hers. "Oh baby it feels so good!" She was looking up at him with her big dark eyes as wide as you could ever imagine they would be.

He put his free hand on top of her head and pushed down rather forcefully. Whether she knew what his intentions were or not, he wasn't sure, but she let him push her down and collapsed onto her knees in front of him while the two of them continued to stroke his shaft together, his hand over her cool fingers. With his other hand he reached down to her face and put his thumb on her chin. He pushed down; her mouth opened.

He slid his cockhead in between her waiting lips and he felt himself shake and boil almost immediately. Her mouth was so warm, so gentle, virginal but eager to experience her first penetration. He quickly grabbed the back of her head with his free hand, feeling his orgasm almost ready to start.

"Oh baby," he whispered. "When I come, you have to catch it all in your mouth. You have to swallow it! You don't want any to get on your pretty dress!"

She just looked up at him with those huge eyes.

He let out a loud, low, long groan. "Unnnngggg!!!"

The first shot was an enormous blast that fired out of him with amazing force. When it hit her, hard against the back of her mouth, her face shook and her eyes squinted and she tried instinctively to pull away but he held her tightly in place. She gulped down what was in her mouth, unintentionally locking on his head and sucking hard, just as the second shot filled her once again. It felt to him like his entirely body was putting all the energy that he had into his ejaculation and he filled the young girl's mouth, over and over. She gulped and sucked and he came and came.

When he'd finally finished, he kept his cock in her mouth for a moment. "Don't swallow the rest yet, MIllie" he said. "Show it to me. Guys like to see their cum in a girl's mouth."

He pulled his enormous bloated cockhead out of her little mouth, and she opened for him so he could see. Viscous strings of his pearly white cum hung from the top to the bottom of her open mouth, foaming as it mixed with her saliva. She let out a little cough, and then another one.

"Swallow it now," he told her, "and show me afterwards."

She did what she was told. She grimaced as she swallowed, and then she opened her mouth again and showed him that it was all gone.

He didn't see his little girl much after that. He helped her get her dress back on, gave her a sweet kiss and told her thanks, to which she smiled demurely in response, and then they went together to the other room and he made his goodbyes to all the ladies. At the wedding itself he was too busy to say more than "Hello" to her, and a discrete "How are you doing?" And at the reception, he of course had to sit at the big main table in the front of the room for dinner, while she had to sit at a table with her parents.

From his vantage point, perched up at the front table that was raised off the ground, he could see the whole room fairly well, but he could see Millie's table perfectly as it was almost directly in front of him. She was sitting with her back towards the front of the room, so she didn't see him observing her, but she seemed to have felt it a few times, turning to look at him and giving him a little smile. As he looked at her back, so beautifully bronze and the perfect vision of girlish loveliness, he was becoming overrun with feelings of guilt, sometimes laced with fear, for what he had done to her. But she didn't seem to mind, the way she smiled at him. Nor did she seem inclined to tell anyone. This calmed him immensely.

Still, he was not happy at all as he sat and observed his friend. Her father was not a good person. He was a drunk, and abusive, and as the dinner progressed he made several trips to the bar, returning with glasses of beer for himself and his wife, and each time also carrying a stiff scotch. After five or six of these trips, the man was noticeably drunk and Millie's occasional glance over her shoulder at Brian went from being cheerful smiles to distressed and anguished pleas for help.

Dinner and toasts and damned wedding cake couldn't have ended sooner for him. Finally, the music started and he quickly made his way down to the floor, near to where Millie was sitting. She joined him almost instantly. He felt his heart lilt at her sweet smile, and despite his concern for her, he had to grin to himself at the obvious signs that he was starting to crush on her!

"How are you doing, Millie? Did you like the food?" He had to rather shout to be heard over the loud music.

She gave him a wide-eyed look and nodded her head in the direction of her table, where her father sat slouched in his chair, visibly drunk, occasionally turning to his wife and saying something nasty. The wife, Millie's mother, just sat there and looked uncomfortable.

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry about that."

She gave him a little smile, like she as glad for his concern.

They stood together there at the edge of the dance floor a bit awkwardly, not actually able to touch each other (which is certainly what Brian wanted to do, and, he thought, maybe she did as well), while they watched the opening dances--first the happy couple, then the bride with her father, then the groom with his mother. Finally the dance floor opened for the rest of the guests, and the two of them joined a huge rush of people running out onto the floor and dancing energetically to all the classic wedding fare. He tried to stay as close to Millie as he reasonably could without drawing too much attention to either of them. Mostly he wanted to be close to her because he was so happy to see her smiling face as she danced. It was wonderful to know that she could leave her troubles behind for a few minutes and just enjoy herself.

After a dozen upbeat songs, the DJ finally played a "slow dance," and about half the people paired up with each other and began swaying closely to the music, and the rest, including Millie, began making their way back to their tables. Brian was just able to sneak his way over to her and catch her by the hand.

"Will you dance with me?" he asked her.

"Really?!?" Her dark eyes lit.

"Of course!"

"But what about..." she said as he took her into his arms, "...the bridesmaids?"

"Huh?" he said, pulling her in, feeling her arms wrap around him.

"Don't you..." she stammered, leaning her head on his chest and looking up at him, "...want to dance with them?"

In a dangerously unguarded moment, he leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head. "There's only one girl here that I want to dance with," he told her.

He felt her sigh as she pressed tight against him.

And he felt his cock stir. God damn it! Don't get hard again, you fucker! The last thing he wanted was for beautiful little Millie to think that he was only interested in her for her body. He tried to move his hips back, so she wouldn't notice what was happening, but she would have nothing to do with his coyness. She pressed herself against him harder, each time he tried to pull away. Eventually he had to give up the fight and just let her feel it, if that's what she wanted. And apparently it was exactly what she wanted.

Sadly, the song ended, as all songs do. Once he'd resigned himself to the fact that she would notice his sexual arousal, and he'd realized that she didn't mind, he found himself greatly enjoying the closeness they were sharing. It was about the only time that they could be this close during the reception without worrying about the impropriety of it.

But, sadly, the song ended, and they had to let go of each other. As the next song started, something far more up-tempo, and the crowd surged back onto the dance floor, she kept hold of his hand and looked up at him.

"Do you want to..." she said, having to talk louder than she wanted. He leaned down so she could speak directly in his ear. "Do you want to do that thing again? You know, with my mouth?"

His heart leaped. "Really?" he said into her ear. "Do you really want to?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

They slipped away separately, heading to the bathrooms, then veering off to meet at the elevators. His hand was shaking as he tried to feed the key card into the slot at his hotel room. They stood and held each other and kissed, once they were inside his room. He would have kissed her forever, but she seemed anxious to move on to other things.

She sank down on her knees in front of him again, and as he unbuckled his trousers, she looked up at him. "I'll catch it all," she said, her eyes twinkling. "And swallow it. I don't want any on my dress, do I?"

He shook his head, barely able to form the word "No," as he unzipped.

"But I'll show you before I swallow, just like you like. I promise."

Pants and underwear hit the floor and she wrapped a hand around his cock and opened her mouth, taking his head in. Oh, it was so warm in her mouth! So soft, so delicate! As she began gently stroking his shaft, she gave his cockhead sweet little sucks in rhythm with her hand. Oh my god it was almost the perfect blow job! Only two things would make it better...

He reached down and took her other hand and lifted it to his balls. She understood, and she cradled them lovingly. Then he put his hands on the back of her head in preparation... he was almost there. Oh god he was almost there!

"Millie," he said breathlessly, "look up at me. You have to look up at the man while you blow him."

She looked up at him with her wide dark eyes.

"Oh my god Millie I'm gonna cum!"

She kept her eyes locked on his.

"OOOHHH!!!"

There was a long sustained moment while she sucked and stroked and he orgasmed, but his ejaculation hadn't started yet. It was an antagonizing extended second of utter sexual bliss before the cascade began, deep inside him, expelling, releasing, a huge long stream of cum driving down his cock with immense force. Her face shook at the shock of it hitting the back of her throat and her eyes squinted shut, but she quickly opened them again. She knew she was supposed to look up at him. She swallowed hard as she stared at him and took the second shot, not allowing herself to squint this time.

"Oh Millie!" he groaned, "Oh Millie!" over and over as his cock pumped cum into the little eleven year old's mouth. Finally it was finished, one of the most exquisite orgasms of his life. He pulled his still-twitching cock out from between her beautiful lips, and she looked up at him with her wide dark ocular lamps and opened her mouth.

It was full! Completely full of his semen!

Then, keeping her eyes on him, she closed her mouth and swallowed, still not allowing herself to squint or break eye contact at all, and trying very hard to not grimace from the odd taste and texture of his cum. Then she opened her mouth again to show him that it was gone. The good little girl had swallowed it all.

She stood as he pulled his pants back up, and then they held each other tightly.

"Was it good?" she asked him. "Did you like it?"

"Oh yes, baby," he answered.

She smiled sweetly up at him.

"Maybe sometime... you could do it in my vagina?"

He looked down at her, trying to mask his utter surprise, even shock, that she had made such a proposal. "Really? You want me to?"

"Um, well, yeah, I mean, if you want to."

He leaned down and kissed her. "I would love that, Millie. I really, really want to."

"So do I," she said.

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There are two more follow-up stories about Millie:

• Millie and Ellie.
• Lucky Number Seven.