I wanted a story of a bride story but couldn't decide from the three scenarios I thought up - 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 had been looking forward to this evening for months; it was after all her first night as a married woman. Although neither she nor her fresh-out-the-box husband, Jay, were virgins - in Bonnie's case by a long stretch - they had purposefully held off being intimate with each other mainly at her husband's insistence as he had come from something of a conservative background.
Although the wedding had been quickly arranged, her bridesmaid and bestest friend, Lola, had been at Bonnie's side every step of the way through all the rushed preparations and had taken her role on the day as seriously as Bonnie had needed. The redhead had admitted it was a bit clichΓ© but she had laid on a stripper for the hen night even when Bonnie had expressly said she didn't want one. Lola had been there for every dress fitting, every diet group meeting to help the blonde slim down into her dress, and 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 the ultimate true friend.
Although Lola didn't seem to hold on to boyfriends for very long, it did grate slightly on her blonde friend that Lola wouldn't be able to fully enjoy Bonnie's big day despite contributing so much to the plan's execution. Strangely enough, when it came for Bonnie to lob her bridal wreath over her shoulder at the gathered female guests, Lola had been well back on the gathering. Therefore another of Bonnie's friends had received everyone's congratulations, much to that woman's boyfriend's somewhat startled expression at what it meant for them. It had gone unnoticed by the blonde bride how much attention her friend was paying to getting Bonnie dressed properly and in the right frame of mind; she just wanted the day to be perfect and Lola made sure things were organised within an inch of their life.
and I'll be there for you."
This triggered Bonnie's own tears as she replied "I know; I've always known. I have lots of friends I can rely on but you, you're always the first I call and the last that I'd need to call. I'm just glad that after all these months I'm finally going to get a fuck."
With that the couple departed and Lola could finally sit down and enjoy a drink. In true Lola style, the redhead had even helped the catering staff clear up and she didn't get to bed until very late that day; a day that had started very early. It was something of a shock for her to receive a telephone call from Bonnie and seeing it was the blonde's number immediately made Lola sober up, this could not be good news. She sobered up even more when she heard crying, not just every day crying but that full-body crying where Bonnie was struggling to draw breath. "Bon, it's me and I'm listening. It's obvious you're upset, now take a couple of deep breaths before you try and speak."
This seemed to do the trick as after a long drawn-out minute Bonnie was able to string a sentence together "Lo, I've made a mistake, a terrible mistake. Last night was a disaster." There was no way that Lola was not going to be there in her friend's hour of need but she had to piece the facts together before charging into action. "Jay was a disaster. He has no idea about a woman's body, he was atrocious at performing oral sex and yet gladly lay there while I sucked his dick and oh..." that's when the crying started again but after a few deep breaths concluded with ..." his dick is tiny, I couldn't feel a thing. No wonder he didn't want to do anything before marrying me. He wanted to dupe me that he hadn't a clue what to do with a woman. Oh god, I've made such a monumental mistake."
Lola's stomach lurched at hearing her friend's despair but what could she do? Well, after hearing the tale of woe first came the analysis "Look, this perhaps isn't as drastic as it seems at first."
Rather than calming her friend Bonnie shrieked back "How?"
"Well," Lola started to reply, "We both know that men need a degree of coaching when it comes to a woman's body." What Lola wasn't telling her friend was that she had completely given up on men and had started to explore life as a lesbian. "Admittedly some more than others" she continued, "Maybe Jay just needs some training on how to get the best out of your body."
There was a loud huff followed by a defeated "I suppose so, but what am I going to do about his tiny dick? The only response that's going to generate is ridicule."
"Mmmm, that's going to take some thinking about" Lola responded, again she thought back to her own explorations with another woman's body "Well having started down the road of all girl loving I'm bound to say that we women manage perfectly well without a dick. You'd be surprised what can be achieved with our fingers, lips and especially tongue. Maybe there is some hope for Jay after all."
Lola could make out this blustering sound at the other end of the phone "What?.. But... but... but. Are you trying to tell me that you... you... you, you know... that you're a... a lesbian? Why is it I'm only just finding out about this now?"
Lola shrugged, although her actions couldn't be seen on the other end of the phone, her nonchalant and easy tone couldn't be mistaken "Don't sweat it, I'm still making my mind up before going public. I'm not the problem that needs addressing though, we need to sort your head out first." The conversation went back and forth for a further 45 minutes but at least by the end, Bonnie was far more relaxed although Lola promised to call her again the following day to get an update and further work out what was to be done.
Sadly, that conversation started worse than the previous days. Bonnie had once again tried to coach her new husband, this time reverting to watching a porn movie but once he got his jollies by Bonnie's hand as the movie played out, he had rolled over and gone to sleep leaving Bonnie in her current predicament. The blonde had blurted out the infamous statement "How do you know what to do with a woman and why can't he learn?"
"First off, it comes naturally to me; I know how I like to be treated and repeat that. We need to get the message over to him that it's not acceptable to be so selfish, it's the twenty-first century for Christ's sake. Perhaps you were being too subtle and need a little more direct seeing as the movie failed to instil him with the required knowledge."
Unfortunately, that advice backfired and the call the next night needed a good half an hour to stop Bonnie's screeching and wailing. It seemed Jay had initially listened to Bonnie's pleas but as she tried to coach him, he just clammed up and stomped off to bed. Thankfully the couple were returning the next day and Lola had promised to confront Jay and tell him some home truths, something she had been wanting to do for some time. Bonnie calmed down enough for her to go to bed but it wasn't the most restful sleep she had had. The blonde found herself lying on her back staring up at the ceiling listening to the night animals outside croak and screech.
Her sexual frustration that had built up before the wedding just had not been sated in any shape or form since and laying there beside her snoring husband just seemed to make it worse. Her hand wandered down to her own crotch and Bonnie decided to pleasure herself as she had done every night since the wedding. As her fingers made contact with her erect clitoris her nerve endings tingled in anticipation. On previous evenings her mind had pictured two women pleasuring one another and she had admonished herself for thinking such things, she certainly had never entertained the idea before. Tonight was different though, she needed to get off so desperately that tonight she decided to go with the image and her pulse raced as a result. The image in her head cleared so that the one with red hair looked like Lola, 'Oh my god' she considered as she sat upright in bed.
The idea, although a shock to her system, refused to clear from her lust-addled mind, worse, her pulse was still racing as she lay back down and felt the damp bedding on her back where she had been perspiring. As Bonnie lay back down her hand involuntarily wandered down to her damp crotch where she resumed strumming her firm clitoris with her fingertips. As Bonnie closed her eyes the image of Lola kissing down some unknown blonde's neck and shoulders; it all seemed so intimate and yet so natural. Over and over her fingertips massaged the firm nub as she impulsively reached under her nightshirt to firmly tweak at her erect nipple which only served to push her pulse to run more. It felt so nice that she held on to the image of Lola with all her concentration; later she would feel pangs of regret, almost as though her thoughts had violated her dearest friend in some shape or form.