Hey folks, Delta here. I just wanted to say that this story is a little light on sex, so if you're just here for that go ahead and look towards the end. If I do decided to make this a series, future installments will be more focused on beautiful girl on girl action. Please feel free to comment or message me if you have anything to say!
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Savannah looked down at her dress, baby blue, just like her eyes. It was probably just a happy coincidence, but she liked to imagine that her eyes were the sole reason that her and seven other bridesmaids were wearing blue. Who knows what goes through a bride's mind on her big day?
She was happy for Bailey. They had been friends since elementary school, as close as sisters and Savannah had always considered Bailey to be her best friend. In high school Bailey fell into popularity and became a cheerleader, while Savannah threw herself into running for the Cross-Country team and stayed decidedly out of the spotlight. Even running in different circles, the two were close. They talked for hours on the phone, had sleepovers, walked together at graduation, and even went to their Junior prom together when Savannah's boyfriend dumped her just two weeks prior. Bailey had been there for all the big moments, and now it was her chance to be there for her.
It felt strange to be there though, somewhere deep down she felt something like guilt. After high school, Savannah had left town for college, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had abandoned her best friend. They still talked on the phone regularly, visited each other from time to time, and had a Snapchat streak some couples couldn't touch. Still, there was no denying they had grown apart in the six years since high school, Savannah didn't even know Tyler, the man her friend was marrying today. They had met once at a bar when she visited town a year or so back. It was the night the happy couple announced their engagement, and Savannah distinctly remembered drinking more than her share, so she remembered very little of meeting Tyler.
A knock on her hotel room door shook her from her reminiscence. "Savannah? Bailey wanted to see you." She heard through the door. It was Bekka, the maid of honor.
"I'll head right over," Savannah replied, "Thank you Bekka." She rolled her eyes. She understood why Bailey asked her to be the maid of honor, they went to nursing school together, and now worked together at the same hospital. It hurt to admit, but Bekka was Bailey's new best friend. It didn't change the fact that Savannah always imagined it would be her role in the big day.
She stepped out of her room and into the hallway. The hallway was a buzz of hurrying people and blue dresses as everyone hustled to get ready. Savannah made sure she was first in line to get her hair done so she could have some time to relax before the ceremony. As she approached the bridal suite, she passed by one of the younger bridesmaids as her mom was fussing with her dress. She was glad her parents were off at the venue setting up. Before she could knock on the door, it flung open. Kim, Bailey's mom was just on her way out.
"Hey Nana!" her expression suddenly smiling.
"Aunt Kim! I was wondering when I was going to see you." Savannah replied. Savannah had spent almost as many nights sleeping over at Bailey's house as she spent at her own. She had begun calling Mrs. Tanner "Aunt Kim" sometime in grade school as a joke and it sort of stuck.
"You look beautiful honey." She said, taking in Savannah's dress. Suddenly whispering, Kim leaned forward "Bailey is under a little stress, she needs her bestie."
"That's what I'm here for." Savannah said, smiling. At least someone still thought they were best friends.
"Don't let her get cold feet!" Kim said jokingly as she pushed past her and hurried down the hall. No doubt on some important wedding day business.
Savannah stepped into the suite, eyes turning towards the huge dressing room mirror in the corner. Sitting in front of it, a hunched mass of white, sat the bride. Bailey had her elbows on the table, head in her hands, and the subtle sound of sobbing permeated the room. Savannah didn't realize it was this serious, and she hurried to stand behind her friend. She didn't speak, instead she just gently rested her hands on Bailey's shoulders.
"Nana?" she called out in between sobs.
"I'm here." Savannah reassured her, leaning down and wrapping her arms around her friend.
Bailey raised her head from her hands, looking into the mirror, the two locked eyes. Even with tears in her eyes and running mascara, she was breathtaking. Bailey had always drawn more attention in school. Whether it was for her deep amber eyes, her catalogue model smile, or in the case of the high school boys, her ample chest, Bailey had always been the hot friend. Savannah was taller, by a good four inches, and where Bailey had rich chestnut hair and perfect skin, Savannah had a dirty blonde mane and freckles crowning her nose and cheekbones. Not to mention a cross-country runner's body. A boy on her team had once joked that the courses they ran had more curves than she did, and being that they lived in Oklahoma, the courses were flat as a paved road usually. At the time she laughed, and joked back, but she remembered crying about it that night when she slept over at Bailey's. Being the great friend she was, Bailey went on about how she wished she was as tall as Savannah, how she was jealous of her long legs and her "golden" hair, and then she talked at length about how she wished she had Savannah's baby blue eyes. Bailey always made Savannah feel like the best version of herself.
"Thank you, Nana," Bailey started to get her composure back, "Thank you for being here."
"Of course Bailey, now want to tell me what's going on?"
