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.