My Best Friend's Wedding

Natasha was my best friend but going back, things had always been bumpy in our friendship. We had met in college and were thrown together as roommates our Freshman year. We bonded over boys and ice cream and it seemed like we would be friends forever. After college, Natasha went to graduate school for international business. She was also studying Italian, French, Spanish, and Mandarin. Natasha was a smart girl, but also beautiful so it wasn't surprising that she met the hottest guy in graduate school and got engaged.

Meanwhile, I was trainwrecking. I was addicted to cocaine and partying and I don't think I had been ready to leave college. I had barely graduated and I wasn't in a position to get into graduate school. I took a job as a receptionist at a day spa and it paid so little that I found myself searching for men with money, hoping they might pull me up and out of the situation that I was in. It didn't happen overnight but eventually, I started having sex with men for money. I never told Natasha this or anyone for that matter. It was my dirty, little secret.

I still remember the day I opened the invitation to Natasha's wedding. It hit me hard, right in the chest. I felt like the room was spinning as I tried to read the words that were blurred by my own tears. They weren't tears of happiness. They were tears of anger, jealousy, and regret. Natasha had done it all. Her life was perfect and now she was marrying Alec, the most handsome man I had ever fucking seen. I knew I should be happy for her but it was hard. It was tough to be supportive and happy for her when she always got everything she wanted and I never got a damn thing. I didn't know if I would ever find the right guy and I wasn't sure I really wanted to but as I read that invitation and saw that it was at the Blythe Country Club, I lost my mind. That was the most expensive venue in the entire state! How had she gotten a date so quickly?

Natasha was so happy. Whenever I talked to her or hung out with her I could see that she really did have a perfect life and that everything she had ever dreamed of was coming true. I wish I could say I was happy for her but I wasn't. I hated her. I was so fucking jealous of her I could barely keep myself calm. She was so beautiful and her body was nearly perfect. She was always bitching about her calves being huge, but honesty? They looked great. If I looked like her I could have any man I wanted too. Instead, I was stuck with the rejects that no one would want to marry. Instead, I was taking wads of cash for sex to pay my rent. My life was shit. Natasha's was perfect. It wasn't fair!

The day of the wedding came and I was pleased with the cute dresses Natasha had chosen for all of the bridesmaids. She had even paid for mine when I told her I couldn't afford it. I was the maid of honor, of course, and I tried my best to be happy for her. This was her big day. I wasn't going to ruin it. Or was I? There was an urge inside of me that had been building for some time, maybe even through our entire friendship. I hated Natasha. I hated her for being so fucking perfect and getting everything before I did.

The Blythe Country Club was spacious and the plan was for an outdoor wedding. It was mid-summer and the day was perfect, of course. Nothing less than perfection for Natasha. I had arrived for pictures, which were taking place before the wedding because Natasha wanted everyone to look perfect in the photos. I was late, as usual, and I found that everyone was waiting for me. I ran to join the wedding party and the photographer began to bark orders and snap pictures. The men all looked great in the tuxes Natasha had picked for them. She had impeccable taste in suits and men. I was horny. I hadn't had enough sex that week and I found myself flirting, giving off that subtle sexual energy that women usually miss but men clue right into. I flirted with them all, including Alec. I had no idea what I was doing but I knew it was reckless. I knew it was hurtful. I knew I should stop but I was so angry, so sick of Natasha being so fucking perfect.

"Okay, bridesmaids let's all go to our suite. I have some gifts to give you before the wedding," Natasha announced.

"I have to make a phone call. I'll be right there," I told her.

"Thanks for being my maid of honor, Shauna!" she held out her arms for a hug and I gave her a tentative squeeze, not wanting to wrinkle or stain her long, white dress. She was a beautiful bride.

"The groom already saw your dress?" I questioned her about the pictures.

"I don't believe in bad luck," she winked at me.

"Well, I can see why. You always have the best of luck."

"Yes, I do. I'm so fortunate. I'll see you in a few minutes. I can't wait to give you your gift."

"I can't wait to see you get married." We shared a meaningful look that I was mostly faking. Natasha had no way of knowing how I really felt about things. She didn't know how many guys I'd had to fuck to make rent last month or how I didn't have enough to pay this month. She had no idea what it felt like to hurt and cry. Someone needed to teach her.

I made my phone call to my landlord, not realizing that the groomsmen were still nearby. I saw them out of the corner of my eye. The photos had been taken in a beautiful enclave that had an ostentatious fountain with statues of large koi fish spitting water back into the jewel-toned water. The groomsmen were gathered there, talking and smoking and I could see that they were all eyeing me. When I hung up with my landlord I walked over to them, strutting like a little slut.

"Shauna! What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Natasha and the other girls?" Alec asked me.

"I suppose I should be, but I'd rather be here with you guys." It wasn't what I said, but the way I was saying it. My voice was dripping with sex. I'd never had a gangbang before but at that moment I realized that I had an opportunity in front of me. I'd like to tell you that I was blinded by horniess or crazed by sex and that's why I did what I did but the truth is that I knew exactly what I was doing. I made a decision. Natasha deserved this.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" Ronnie asked. He was the guy I was supposed to walk down the aisle with and Alec's best man.

"What's a girl got to do to get fucked around here?" I asked them. My inner devil was coming out and I knew it. I could feel the evil escaping from my brain and body and wrapping its dark arms around the pack of them. They would all be mine.

"Excuse me?" Alec asked.

"Isn't it tradition for the maid of honor to sleep with all the groomsmen before the wedding?" I asked, just to drive my point home. I had let them know what I wanted. Now I just needed to convince them that I was serious. "Seriously, who wants the first blowjob?"

"We can't do this," Alec said. "I'm supposed to get married in an hour.

"It won't take long," I challenged him. "I know where we can go. Follow me if you want a blow." I gestured for them to follow me. I led them to a room that I had seen on my way in. It looked like an empty banquet hall that no one was using. Once inside, I tried to lock the door but you needed a key to do so. I pretended to lock it and faced the men. "Who is first?"

"I think the groom should go first."

"Nope," Alec said. "I'm not doing this. I'm in love with Natasha and I can't do this to her."

"You're a good man. Anyone else?"

"I'll go!" Ronnie pulled his cock out and presented it to me. I took it in my hand and stroked it a bit before wrapping my mouth around it. I knew I was good at blowjobs. In fact, if there was one thing I knew I was good at, it was sex. I may not have been the prettiest girl or the smartest girl like Natasha, but I knew how to drain a cock and that had to be worth something.

"Holy shit! Guys! This is the best blowjob I've ever had. She's amazing!" I didn't stop sucking.

"I'm next," George, a groomsman chimed in. I drained Ronnie's cock down my throat and reached for George's. I drained him as well.

"I better take my dress off so I don't get cum stains on it before the wedding." Ronnie helped me out of it, leaving me in the sexy lingerie I'd worn underneath. I loved sexy lingerie and apparently, the guys liked it too.

"You have such a sexy body," Mitchell, another groomsman praised me.

"Thank you. Want to fuck it?"

"I didn't know we were fucking!" Ronnie said with excitement.

"Well, I've never had a gangbang before but I'm willing to try," I smiled wickedly at all of them. Alec had been watching the whole time and I knew he was trying not to fuck up his wedding and marriage. I could also tell his cock was achingly hard and that he just wanted to quickly empty it. Ronnie and Mitchell were fucking me, Ronnie in my mouth, Mitchell in my pussy. I tried to stay quiet but I was having a tough time. It felt so fucking good.

"Her pussy is the best," Mitchell moaned right before he came inside of me.

"I want to try it!" Alec said suddenly.

"I thought you were staying faithful, Alec. I can't let you fuck me. It's too wrong. Natasha would never forgive us." I knew what I was doing. I was a master at manipulating men. I knew how to use reverse psychology to get what I wanted.

"I want to. Please. Just really fast. Let me feel that pussy," Alec begged. I felt so good hearing him beg to fuck me. This was Natasha's fiance and he was about to cheat on her with me. It was so exciting.

"Okay, but be quick. I don't want her finding out."

"You guys won't say anything, right?" he asked his groomsmen.

"No, man. We've got you."

Men were so basic, so simplistic. Put pussy in front of them and most of them dissolved into the sexual version of their ego. They could no longer think or make good choices. I knew this. I had planned it this way. Alec took his position behind me. I savored the moment as his cock pushed into me for the first time. I laughed a bit because as hot as he was, Alec's cock wasn't all that special. I didn't even cum on it before he blew his load. He pumped feverishly at my pussy while Ronnie fucked my face. I felt so slutty.

It happened just as I had planned it in my mind. The moment seemed to slow down into tiny fragments of time, a stop motion animation of Natasha's biggest fear coming true. The door flew open and there she was in her perfect wedding dress. She let out a shriek of alarm as Alec did his best to pull his cock from me and get it back in his slacks.

"How could you? How could all of you! The wedding is OFF!" she ran from the room and we all quickly put our clothes back on and made our way to the garden where the wedding was to be held. Natasha was nowhere to be found. The news traveled fast. Everywhere I went, people literally booed me. Natasha's mother came at me, screaming obscenities.

"You little hussy!" she screamed before she spit right in my face. It was disgusting. I realized I needed to get the fuck out of there before they lynched me. I grabbed my purse and ran for my car the best I could in my high heels. I drove away, narrowly escaping the wrath of Natasha's family and friends. My phone was ringing but I didn't dare answer it. I played the messages that had been left while I was running.

"Shauna! How could you! How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends. I thought you loved me! Why?" Natasha's first message was sweet but as I kept listening she became more and more angry. The final message really made me think.

"Look, Shauna, the fact that you're not answering tells me everything I need to know about you. I don't know how I didn't notice what a snake you are but now that I know you are out of my life. Don't ever call me again. I don't ever want to see you ever again!" The message ended and I shrugged to myself. I had wrecked that bitch's life in a big way. I felt a sense of satisfaction. That perfect bitch finally knew what it felt like to not be perfect. Now she would know how my life always was. Her perfect wedding was in shambles and she had lost everything, including me. I drove home feeling like I had won until I saw the notice on the door. I was being evicted.

I should have charged those groomsmen money. I would have to fuck a lot of dicks to stay in my shitty apartment.

A few weeks later I got a package in the mail. Inside was a necklace that was an expensive looking locket. I opened the locket and inside was a tiny picture of Natasha and me from our college days. There was a card. It said,

"To my dearest friend, Shauna. You've always been there for me and I love you. I hope we are friends always." It was the gift she had been about to give me before I ruined her wedding. My eyes filled with tears. I felt bad about what I had done but it was too late. What was done was done. I put the locket in my jewelry box and closed the lid. I shrugged. I was a shitty person. I knew it.