Rebecca admired herself in the mirror. In a week she would become Mrs. Richard Peña in the wedding she had always dreamed of, but for now she could have a sneak preview of herself as a vision in white.
The dress was perfect. The patterned lace clung to her upper body and enveloped her arms, leaving her shoulders bare to the touch. The layers of material covering her legs made her laugh, but rustled pleasingly as she practiced walking down the aisle. And when she put on the tiara, she did indeed feel like a princess.
"No fucking way!" screamed Jenny as she stormed into the room.
Rebecca giggled at her maid of honor. "What's the problem?"
Jenny slapped at her bridesmaid dress. "This is a nightmare! No fucking way am I going to wear this!"
By now Sara and Beth wandered in, matching Jenny's outfit but not as angry - just resigned.
"Honestly, Jenny," chimed in Sara. "This shade of blue could be making a comeback..."
"Bullshit!" she growled back. "This color was buried with lots of other toxic waste and laws were specifically passed against it."
Beth pointed to the bunched-up material near her shoulder. "The flower-thing may have been going too far."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Geeze, guys! It's only for a day. Besides, everyone's going to be looking at me, anyway!" she winked.
Jenny crossed her arms. "That's it. We're going on strike. We're not being shown the proper respect with these dresses."
Rebecca gasped. "Hey!"
"No. You brought this on yourself," Jenny insisted. "I knew that bridesmaid gowns where supposed to be ugly, but you crossed the line, Becky."
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "You know, you can be replaced." She turned to Sara. "You're my new maid of honor, Lefty!"
Sara smiled broadly and clapped her hands for joy. Beth gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek.
Jenny caved.
"O.K.," grumbled the original maid of honor. "I won't strike. But you've got a lot of making up to do for this."
Rebecca hugged her friend. "I'd kiss your feet if it would make you feel better."
Jenny smiled slyly and nudged Rebecca to the floor. "Actually Becky, it would."
Rebecca hadn't really intended to do such a thing, but feeling playful she figured it couldn't hurt. Besides, the dresses were pretty scary. The wedding dress rustled some more and spread out around her as the bride-to-be got down on her knees.
Jenny's feet were bare for padding around the house while trying on her new dress, as were their two friends. Rebecca figured that she'd need better access, so to make things comfortable for them both, she grabbed her friend's hips and guided her back to the bed to sit down. She'd done this many times before with Richard to give him a blow job, and found herself getting short of breath in anticipation now as she had then. Locking eyes with Jenny, she got a feeling that her friend was picking up a similar sensual vibe.
Sara and Beth looked at each other and shrugged over this power play.
Rebecca slid her hands down Jenny's thighs, noting how firm they were to the touch, and picked up her feet. She settled in the right one and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on it. The plan was for just one and then calling them even, but the feeling of Jenny's skin against her lips was very pleasant, so she dwelled a little longer, kissing along the top and sides of the foot. Jenny jerked back a little and inhaled sharply at the tickling sensation.
Rebecca stopped and looked up with a sly smile. "Is it good for you?"
"It's a start," purred Jenny.
By now, the other two sat down on the bed, mesmerized.
Emboldened, Rebecca thought she would shock her friends and started sucking on Jenny's toes. But rather than laugh and wrap up the teasing, Jenny sighed deliciously and wriggled her toes across Becky's caressing tongue. Rebecca started to hunger for more and picked up the other foot, kissing and licking it without caring how it would look. Gazing up, she saw that Jenny's eyes were half closed with pleasure and her nipples were fully erect, poking through the dress. At least the material was good, she thought.
With that joke, Rebecca snapped out of it and stopped.
"You two want us to leave?" joked Beth. Sara giggled.
"No, I think that should take care of it - shouldn't it, Jenny?" Rebecca patted her friend's calf.
Jenny gazed square into her eyes. "Kiss my ass."
She said it as a command, but with no hostility, almost a beckoning.
The four friends sat still for a moment, waiting for the bride to respond - letting them know if it was a joke taken too far and playtime was over, or if doors were opening between them than would sweep them up into uncharted territory.
Without a word, Rebecca slid her hands up Jenny's legs and flipped her over, pulling up her dress and revealing thong underwear exposing her firm bare ass.
Rebecca had gotten so used to Richard's hairy butt that she forgot how round and smooth a woman's bottom could be. She stroked Jenny's skin, admiring it before leaning forward (with more rustling) and nestling her two lips against a cheek and quietly circling around with a series of kisses. Rebecca could feel her corseted breasts pressing up against the edge of the bed, her nipples stirring to attention.
Jenny writhed and reached out, grabbing Sara's hand for contact.
Beth got up and slowly backed towards the door.
"You don't have to go," Jenny cooed from the bed.
"I'll be right back," whispered Beth. "I've got some things that might be useful."
Sara stroked Jenny's hair and absent-mindedly kissed her hand. She then got an idea and rose from the bed and to rummage in Rebecca's dresser.
"Becky, stop for a moment. Try this," Sara said as she tapped Rebecca on her shoulder.
The bride lifted her head dreamily and smiled. Sara brushed Rebecca's hair from her face and leaned in with a tube of deep red lipstick. Rebecca laughed and spread her mouth open, noticing that Sara's face was flushed with excitement as she tilted closer to get a good look while cradling Rebecca's face to steady her shaky hand. Layer and layer of lipstick went on, Sara's face getting closer and closer. Then she smiled and kissed Rebecca's nose. "All done. Now you'll leave your mark."
Rebecca smiled and put kiss after kiss all over Jenny's ass, smacking noisily - which made Jenny sigh all the more. Sara watched quietly, slowly stroking her own swelling breasts.
Beth came back in and gasped, maneuvering over for a better look at Rebecca's handiwork. "Oh my God, Jenny! Your ass is just covered."
Rebecca laughed and swept her hair away from her face, causing Sara to look at her and burst out laughing.
"What?" Rebecca pleaded. By now, Beth and Jenny had taken a good look at Rebecca and were cackling as well.
Rebecca ran over to the mirror and could see what was so funny. The lipstick as smeared around her mouth and made her look like a clown. A clown in a pretty wedding gown with mussed up hair and a tiara very much askew.
Jenny rose clumsily from the bed and sauntered over to her, wrapping her arms around the bride's waist and leaning into her. "Hmmm, you're beautiful."
Rebecca smiled and hugged her friend's arms. "Thank you."
Sara walked over and took Rebecca by the cheek, bringing her face close. "But you're not finished until you take care of all your bridesmaids." And with that she kissed Rebecca full on the lips and slipped her tongue inside.
It had been years since Rebecca had kissed another woman. Even then, it was just another girl and they were giggling and practicing for when they'd have to kiss boys. This time, it wasn't play-acting. A woman was kissing her - and she was kissing back.
Beth guided Rebecca's mouth towards hers, and now the bride was getting lost in the new sensations of so many women: the lips, the perfume, the hair, the ugly dresses.
"We've got to get you all out of these," she muttered around Beth's tongue while she tugged at her dress.