Eyes Open 3

I wanted a story of a prospective bride but couldn't decide from the three scenarios - so I decided to write three similar stories, this story depicts lesbian sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

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Bonnie wasn't looking forward to this evening. First of all, it was her hen party and as the future bride she would therefore be the centre of everyone's attention; sure, she liked to enjoy herself and always in fits of laughter with her friends but that was a collective, she liked to be on the periphery of the group, not the centre. Secondly, she just knew Lola, her chief bridesmaid and best friend, would lay on a stripper even though Bonnie had expressly said she didn't want one.

The final factor was Bonnie felt frumpy. She had been dieting constantly for 18 months to slim down into her wedding dress and she still had to have it taken out, nothing she tried seemed to work. Her prospective husband, Jay, had made light of it saying he would keep her as she was but in the next second had caught him staring at Lola's curvaceous but far more slender figure. Her redhaired friend had certainly not encouraged his attention, in fact, Lola had taken him aside on more than one occasion when she had caught him eyeing up different women, telling him in no uncertain terms that he didn't deserve Bonnie and to appreciate just how lucky he was and that Bonnie was all the woman he needed.

Lola had proved the best of best friends being at Bonnie's side every step of the way since first meeting Jay; every dress fitting, every diet group meeting, every shopping trip for the merest of wedding paraphernalia Lola never let her down. She seemed to be constantly at Bonnie's side, propping the blonde up each time she had drunk too much, even going as far as holding Bonnie's hair back while she vomited, yes Lola was a true friend.

The evening of her hen party had started on a noisy vein and it seemed to only get worse as the evening wore on. The group of fifteen women, a mixture of friends and a select few of Bonnie's family that Lola thought would play along with the planned activities, had worked from one bar to another stopping just long enough to consume a single drink before moving on to the next, eventually ending at a club that Bonnie and Lola occasionally visited. The redhead had made sure to get the club's agreement that she could arrange a stripper for the hen, the management even went as far as cordoning off one of the larger corner booths so that the hen group sat together. Without Lola realising, it also enabled the club to control the group easier in case things got out of hand -- as they often did with such groups.

The complementary champagne that the club provided was quickly consumed, even if Lola was a little disappointed at the quality, it was at least free. The music was good and the position of the booth meant that the group didn't attract the unwanted attention of unsavoury groups in the club. The drinks arrived frequently and every member of the group was pleasantly buzzed by the time that a couple arrived at the booth. He was dressed in a dinner jacket with a bow tie, she was wearing a short lace dress and lace headdress, obviously depicting a husband and wife. Bonnie was escorted to the front of the group and sat on a stool at the front facing the couple -- much to her embarrassment it had to be said.

First the fake 'bride' sat on Bonnie's knee, lifting the blonde's hand to cup one of her breasts, tame enough even though Bonnie's face reddened further. The 'bride' then stood up and the 'groom' took her spot, he lifted Bonnie's hand to his chest and as he didn't have a boob to feel then moved Bonnie's hand down to his crotch. All the party guests stood up enjoying Bonnie's embarrassment while clapping at the proceedings. What followed was the start of the escalation as the 'groom' stood in front of Bonnie so his crotch was at her eye level which heralded his twisting and gyrating his hips inches from her face. The 'bride' feigned disgust and after nudging him out of the way then proceeded to do the same only this time she turned, bent over, lifted her dress above her ass and encouraged Bonnie to slap the stripper's buttocks.

As the stripper stood back up she faced Bonnie, lifted her skirt and thrusting her hips a few inches from Bonnie's face. Everyone was getting into the show and didn't register Bonnie's change of expression which was evident to those that wanted to see. Each time the 'groom' performed in front of Bonnie she looked slightly disinterested each time even when he had stripped down to just his thong. The 'bride's' strip on the other hand was starting to get Bonnie hot under the collar which disturbed her. Sure, she had seen other women's bodies in the communal changing rooms, at the gym changing room -- lord knows she spent enough time at the gym this past few years - even at the beach where there were plenty of bikinis on show but none had registered on her conscious quite like this evening, especially now that the 'bride' was down to just her thong and tiny bra which didn't cover much at all. Bonnie shook her head several times but somehow the heat from the lighting, the buzz from the drink and the 'bride's' soft skin in such close proximity all combined to have her head spinning.

Thankfully the strip had come to its conclusion and then a series of photos was taken of the two sitting on Bonnie's knees and with that out of the way the group could get back to enjoying the evening. Thankfully Bonnie was able to slink back into the back of the group while she tried to analyse what had just transpired. 'I love cock' she mused, 'I've always loved cock. Why didn't the male stripper excite me? He was fit enough and good looking plus his thong bulged sufficiently' Bonnie was trying to convince herself but then considered 'She was gorgeous and her skin was so very soft. Why do my fingertips still tingle from the contact and why can't I shake that image?'

It was at this point that Lola came over to her friend putting her arm around her and saying "Thanks for taking part. I know you said no strippers but the others were insistent. You're not mad at me, are you?"

Bonnie took a while for her words to register in her alcohol-addled brain before replying with a distracted tone "Errr, no, no. I was fine, you chose very well."

"Good girl" Lola replied but changed tone when she registered how distracted Bonnie was "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts after seeing that stripper?"

Bonnie's headshot up thinking about the 'bride' and how hot she looked. It was at this point she figured her friend was referring to the 'groom' "Err, no I'm not." The words should have calmed Lola's consciousness but there was something in her friend's voice that didn't ring true. Even when Bonnie announced loudly "I need another drink" Lola was suspicious that the blonde was hiding something from her but as it was her hen party, Lola decided to bite her tongue; for now, at least.

The party lasted for another hour before the first ones made their exits and soon it dwindled to the last six hardcore members. Bonnie tried to stand to go to the toilet but her staggering worried her friend and Lola immediately leapt to her feet to help her friend announcing "I think you've had enough for one night. My place isn't far so you're coming back with me." Bonnie offered no objection, quite the opposite in fact as she meekly followed Lola's steering out of the club, into a taxi and then into Lola's place. It was well hidden from the rest of the group but thankfully Lola had been measuring her alcohol intake tonight as she needed to make sure Bonnie was well looked after. She took her role as chief Bridesmaid seriously, Best Friend even more so.

The blonde slumped on the nearby sofa and looked a little glum which disappointed Lola but she knew her friend was quiet, almost maudlin, when drunk. As was her normal habit Lola sat next to Bonnie on the sofa, put her arm around her blonde friend and leant their heads together before asking "You okay?"

Bonnie smiled and nodded before sluggishly replying "Yes." After a short pause, she added "You really are the bestest friend a girl could have. I can count on you every time, can't I?"

"Damned right sister" Lola responded. "But are you really okay you seemed a little distant after the strippers had gone. Don't look at me like that, every moment of every day I'm thinking of your wellbeing. There is no one else here now, it's just the two of us, has that male stripper given you doubts about the wedding? Are you thinking you should have had one last fling before next month's wedding?"

Bonnie screwed her face up as though she was somehow conflicted and didn't speak for a while until she finally huffed in frustration and replied "Kind of" but then went quiet again.

Lola pressed on "Which bit, the stripper, a fling, the wedding as a whole?"

Another heavy sigh from Bonnie preceded her stumbled reply "Yes... all three."

Lola sat back flabbergasted but still grateful that her best friend could open up to her. Eventually, she said "I can't help with the stripper. The agency I used expressly said they couldn't arrange private performances with the strippers as they had been caught out previously by undercover cops but if you do want a fling, we still have a few weeks to get you laid, there will be countless men eager to jump your bones."

Bonnie let out an ironic barked laugh before saying "It...it wasn't... the bloke... Oh god... you're going to think I'm some kind of freak."

Lola was initially a little taken back at the realisation that Bonnie had been distracted by the 'bride' especially as in all the time she had known Bonnie, the blonde had shown zero interest in other women but then admonished herself for being so judgemental deciding to say "Why would thinking of the 'bride' make you terrible or a freak. I've been with another woman, albeit some time ago, but I can confirm it has its merits over being with a man, there have been few of them of late."

It was now Bonnie's turn to be taken back as she pulled back from Lola's hug. Her head snapped round and her mouth sat open in shock. "You mean... you... and... You dog" Bonnie exclaimed with a broad grin as she added, "How come I never knew about this?"

Lola just smiled back smugly replying "You never asked; it was a few years ago when I was backpacking. It was just a one off but why should I tell you everything? A girl has to have a few skeletons in the closet. Now stop distracting the conversation, how are we going to scratch that particular itch before the wedding?"

Another annoyed huff from Bonnie "I doubt there would be many wanting a quick bunk up with someone as frumpy as me."

Lola's expression turned fierce and as she raised her voice it stunned Bonnie slightly as she said "Now stop it. You are perfect and will look delightful on your wedding day. I know the dress fitting didn't pan out as you had hoped but you have got to realise that you are perfect as you are and there would be plenty of takers to get you into bed."

The shock didn't last for Bonnie who shrugged defeatedly as she mumbled "That's why I keep catching Jay eyeing up anything in a skirt. I've seen how he looks at them; how hungrily he looks at you. I know you don't do anything to provoke him but you are so naturally slender; he never looks at me like that anymore."

"Screw him" Lola stated indignantly "Just because he can't appreciate when he's onto a good thing. And for another thing, here's you saying about me being slender. Well, what would you say if I said I was jealous of your figure, your hips and especially your boobs."

Bonnie was reeling again; this wasn't how their conversations normally went and she had never considered that her friend had been envious of her rounded figure. "I... I... I don't know what to say. Why didn't you say anything earlier."

Lola shrugged and mumbled "You never asked. What do they say, 'the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill.' I've watched you try and lose weight; I've been to the gym with you, we've even shared changing rooms together and all that time I've seen you loathe your body but I've always envied what you had." They sat in silence for a while before Lola decided nothing was going to resolve this conversation for tonight so she said "I can't see us getting anywhere with this tonight so let's crash and we'll come at the problem from a different angle in the morning. Why don't you take my bed and I'll crash on here on the sofa for tonight?"

"I can't kick you out of your own bed. We've crashed together in the past so I know it's big enough for us both" Bonnie stated as she stood up, or at least tried to. Lola shrugged and followed her friend's lead; in actual fact she felt a little self-conscious as she caught in her peripheral vision Bonnie stripping down, even now she couldn't remove her gaze from those wonderful tits. What she couldn't tell was that Bonnie was deliberately making a show of undressing. Her friend's confession was something of a revelation; true she had a downer on her own body and its refusal to slim but somehow knowing someone like Lola confessing a slight jealousy made her heart flutter slightly.

Normally when Bonnie stayed over the two would cuddle up with the redhead normally spooned behind her friend with an arm holding Bonnie in place however today Bonnie was laying on her back while staring at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come and she envisaged on the ceiling the scene with the 'bride' stripper plus an imaginary scenario of when the two friends were last sharing a changing room. A familiar tingling was starting somewhere deep in her lower stomach, so familiar that impulsively Bonnie's right hand travelled down to her crotch while her left drifted up to her breast.

Her index finger on her right hand quickly found her own clitoris and gently stroked against the firm nub while her left thumb and index finger twiddled at her ripe nipple. In next to no time the tingling intensified as her pulse ran; she was something of an expert at bringing herself off, she needed to be as Jay wasn't exactly far above beginner status when it came to working her body. She had started to feel guilty that her dreams had been of women rather than her fiancé but strangely the tingling started to fall off until she pictured the 'bride' stripper and miraculously her sensations intensified.

On the opposite side of the bed, Lola was lying awake trying to work out how to meet her friend's needs, as she was lying on her back with her eyes closed it was easy to feign sleep but she couldn't help hearing her friend's change in breathing. She thought nothing about it at first but then the bed started to rock slightly and Lola smiled to herself at the realisation that her friend was getting herself off; correctly assuming that Bonnie had truly been turned on by the 'bride'.

Bonnie would occasionally cast a sideways glance to make sure Lola was asleep, 'I ought to go to the toilet to do this but I'm too comfy' she considered to herself. In fairness, she was enjoying herself too much thinking of that soft skin, the heavenly perfume and what the two of them could have been getting up to if they had some privacy. Bonnie flushed again at the strangeness of what she was feeling and yet it felt so very unlike her, so hedonistic. That's when she went to town on her dual assault of her clit and nipple.

The movement of the bed gradually intensified and Lola would have dearly liked to watch her friend do this to herself. She had so recently confessed she admired what Bonnie loathed about herself but now she was doing this to herself inspiring a tingling in her own crotch. Without moving her head Lola opened an eye slightly, just enough to see what Bonnie was doing. The view could have been better but at least the streetlight outside was casting a half-light in the room, at least enough to see Bonnie's eyes were closed tightly while tilting her head back slightly so it was easy to work out what Bonnie was doing. Lola realised looking was a mistake as the sight before she began to turn her on, was probably similar to what Bonnie had felt with the stripper earlier.

Lola wanted a better view and so wriggled around while still acting as though she were asleep. The movement had shocked Bonnie enough to stop what she was doing which disappointed her redhead friend but she continued with her act even when Bonnie remained motionless for a few minutes. A wicked thought popped into Bonnie's head 'I know what my own larger breasts feel like. I wonder what a smaller boob feels like?' She leant over and whispered, "Lola, are you awake?" At any other time, Lola would have replied but this evening had made her curious enough to continue feigning sleep. Ever so slowly Bonnie reached over until her hand hovered over her friend's breast, 'Dare I put my hand down. If I do how will things change between us' she pondered before lowering her hand.

The next sensation for Lola was feeling Bonnie's hand lightly placed on her breast, she would be the first to admit her boobs paled in comparison to Bonnie's and yet past lovers had been suitably fascinated by them and she had long ago accepted what fate had given her but now? Now was very different indeed but in a good way. Lola's pulse had started to race at the initial touch but as Bonnie held her hand still for some time her pulse returned to normal. All that changed though when Bonnie started to gently flex her fingers ever so gently, feeling the hand-sized mammary flex under her touch. A few heartbeats later Bonnie's actions were rewarded when she felt her friend's nipple pimple up until it protruded into her hand.

Lola was enjoying the attention; it had been some time since she had enjoyed any kind of physical contact after all. She so desperately wanted to open her eyes and watch what her friend was doing to her and yet she also didn't want to break the spell, fearing it would send Bonnie retreating into herself which was the last thing the blonde needed right now -- and if she were being honest, Lola didn't want Bonnie to stop, 'If she wants to explore with me then so be it.'

'It feels so soft. It's amazing' thought Bonnie as she continued to slowly flex her fingers around the yielding flesh. She was conscious not to get too enthusiastic lest it wake her friend up and break the spell even though deep down what she wanted to do was lift her friend's t-shirt up and take the firm nub between her lips. Regardless, she was enjoying her first exploration with a woman in such a safe environment and it somehow felt extra special it was with Lola even though she was asleep. When that thought popped into her head, she decided to get more daring; her friend was lying on top of the bedding in just her panties and sleep shirt and Bonnie's gaze tracked down from her breast to her panties that, thanks to how she lay with her nearest leg tucked to the side, the fabric was pulled taught across her pussy mound.

Lola felt a pang of disappointment when the hand was removed from her breast. A couple of seconds later her pulse ran again as she felt delicate fingers trace across her lower stomach at the elastic of her panties. Lola sat there willing Bonnie to tuck her fingers inside her panties and was delighted when her friend did just that. Bonnie felt the soft skin give way to downy hair as her fingers progressed, periodically pausing to look at Lola's face to ensure she was still asleep. Lola was silently screaming in her head for Bonnie to progress which she eventually did.

Bonnie was so familiar with her own body and how best to work it that she instinctively pushed her hand further, brushing her fingertips over Lola's clit. It never occurred to her to wonder why it was already enflamed, she had been distracted by the sheer size of it that she never thought to question; it just felt so good, so natural to have her fingertips glide over it. It was at this point that Lola let out an involuntary groan. Bonnie held still thinking she had been discovered but Lola fought the sensation to open her eyes, she just needed her friend to carry on. Bonnie waited until she was sure she was safe and continued brushing her fingers over the firm nub. It felt so nice as she worked her fore and middle finger on either side of the muscle making Lola groan again, louder this time, which in turn made Bonnie pause again really pushing the redhead's patience to the extreme.