“She is really good at it,” Neesh said. “It took a while before I got up the nerve to return the favor. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was what Tally just hinted at: if you put your mouth down on another girl’s pussy, you kind of have to admit you’re bisexual. I wasn’t quite ready to admit that for a while longer.”
“But you did,” Laura said.
“I did,” Neesh said. “You know that as well as anyone, Teach. And the first time I put my mouth between Tally’s legs, I knew I’d always want a little taste of girl in my life. And I’ve had it, though not nearly as much as I like since we graduated high school. Girl-time is getting to be harder and harder to come by.”
“It is,” Tally said sadly. “At least until those times we’re able to get together. Now that Neeshie’s out of law school and I’m only part-time in the Master’s program, we might be able to see each other more?”
“Maybe,” Neesh said hopefully. “Gordon’s going to be on the road again soon. Maybe a sleepover could be arranged.”
The two friends shared another naughty laugh at this thought.
Laura had many more questions to ask them. She was completely enthralled with their stories. But, at that moment, Gordon and Jake came over to their table, fresh drinks in their hands, and all talk of girl-time came to a screeching halt.
The next day, the wedding ceremony was to take place at 1:00 on the large lawn. Laura got out of bed at 9:00, smelling of sexual musk and stale alcohol. She had all but attacked Jake after they’d returned to the room last night, demanding that he eat her pussy out until his mouth cramped and then riding him ruthlessly until he blasted off inside of her.
“The Neesh effect again?” Jake had asked after she’d collapsed atop him in a heap.
“Kind of,” she admitted.
“What does that mean?”
“It was more like her friend Talia,” she said.
“Oh yeah? She is pretty hot looking.”
“Yeah,” Laura said. “And ... I ... uh ... oh, never mind.”
“What?” Jake asked, lifting up her chin to look in her eyes.
“Well ... I kind of think that maybe she’s into girls,” she said softly.
“Really?” Jake asked, not the least bit upset by this proclamation. “What makes you think that?”
“Oh ... just some vibes she throws off.”
“Vibes?”
“Vibes,” Laura assured him. “It’s just a feeling, really.”
They had talked no more about it, but now, as she walked naked into the bathroom to start getting ready for her role as a bridesmaid, she was still thinking about it. And as she thought about it, she started to juice up again down below even though she was a bit sore from Jake’s ministrations the previous night.
She brushed her teeth, showered, put on a nice pair of silky underwear and a strapless push-up bra, and then, after combing out her hair, donned a pair of denim shorts and a simple sleeveless blouse. By the time she was done with all of this, Jake was up and around and ready to take his own shower. Once he was done and dressed in his jeans and shirt, they made their way down to the café in the lobby to have some breakfast. The food was excellent, and they ate an abundance of it, knowing there would be nothing else until well into the reception. Jake did not bring up Talia, nor did Laura.
“Okay,” Laura told him when they arrived back at the room. “I’m going to head over and start getting ready.”
“Sounds good,” Jake said. “I can’t wait to see you in your dress.”
Laura chuckled. “Green bridesmaid dresses. I’m going to be the only one who looks good in that color.”
“Gotta love that red hair,” Jake agreed.
She gathered up the bag with her dress and shoes in it and then kissed Jake goodbye. “See you there,” she told him.
“See you there,” he returned.
Gordon and Neesh were staying in separate rooms in keeping with tradition—though Laura had no illusions about where they had actually spent the night. She walked over to Neesh’s and found a beehive of activity inside. Neesh, Tally, and the other three bridesmaids—Jessica Towler, one of Neesh’s law school classmates; Barb Hawkins, a cousin she had been close with growing up; and Lydia Powell, a former college roommate—were all there in various stages of getting ready. Four professional cosmetologists had been hired for this occasion. One was working on Neesh’s hair, one on Tally’s, and the other two were working on makeup for Lydia and Jessica.
“Teach!” greeted Neesh happily. She was sitting in a chair in her robe while her locks were being worked on. “Come on in! Grab a seat and join the party.”
Laura did so, hanging her dress bag on a hook and then taking the seat next to Tally. For the next hour, the room was a loud, giggling forum of girl talk and hilarity that reminded Laura of high school. They had their hair done and locked into place with hairspray and then had coats of makeup expertly applied before donning their dresses. Laura looked at herself in the mirror at the end of this process in amazement. She rarely did her hair in anything other than a ponytail or simply hanging down and she almost never wore makeup. She didn’t think she looked like herself at all, but rather like some magazine cover version of herself.
“You’re beautiful, Teach,” Neesh told her with a smile. “Not that you’re not always beautiful, but you’re particularly gorgeous today.”
“Thank you,” Laura said shyly, feeling almost like an imposter. She then looked at Neesh and took her in. “It’s you who are beautiful though. My God.”
And this was true. Neesh’s dress was the traditional white with a wide, flowing hem. It was backless, showing the smooth, dark skin of her scapular region and, in front, it displayed a considerable amount of her cleavage—not enough to be gaudy or tasteless, but enough to show the bride’s assets.
“I can’t believe this dress cost ten thousand dollars and I’m never going to wear it again,” Neesh said with a shake of the head.
Just before noon, everyone was ready for their parts in the ceremony. The cosmetologists all packed up their things so they could retreat to their respective rooms. As they walked out the door, Tally grabbed the chubby, middle-aged woman who was in charge of them. “You’ll remain on standby until after the ceremony, correct?” she asked her. “In case something needs touching up?”
“Absolutely,” the woman told her. “I’ll be in room two-eleven until the reception is complete.”
“Very good,” Tally said with a smile.
Tally led the green dress girls over to her room on the fifth floor and the four of them settled in to wait for it to be time to report to the staging area. They drank bottled water and chatted for a bit and then Tally went over everyone’s positioning one last time, just to be sure they all knew what they were supposed to be doing. They did.
“All right,” Tally said. “I’m going to run back over to Neeshie’s room and wait with her there. Remember, down to the staging area at 12:45. Don’t be late.”
They promised they wouldn’t be late, and Tally left them to their own devices. The three of them continued to chat, playing the get to know someone you’ll probably never meet again game. Laura mostly listened, although both bridesmaids asked a fair number of questions about what it was like being married to Jake Kingsley.
At 12:15, the room’s phone began to ring. Everyone looked at it for a few moments and then Jessica finally got up and walked over and picked it up. “Hello?” She listened, nodded her head, and then said, “Okay, I’ll get her.” She looked over at Laura. “It’s Tally. She wants to talk to you.”
“To me?” Laura asked, surprised.
“She asked for you by name,” Jessica said.
Laura walked over and took the phone from her hands. She put it to her ear. “This is Laura,” she said.
“Hey, Teach,” said Tally’s voice. “We got a little situation here and I need you to come over and help.”