Note to readers: This is a corny story mostly about romance and love. It contains explicit sex only towards the end. If you don't want to read this type of story please skip it.
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Linda didn't even change out of her Maid of Honor dress. Immediately after the post-wedding party she retreated to her hotel room and flopped onto her bed to record her thoughts in her diary. She hoped writing them down would help ease the pain she felt over Lisa marrying Kevin.
Why hadn't Lisa accepted her proposal instead? Had she offered it too quickly? Should she have waited until Lisa realized more fully how intense a love they felt for each other? Lisa had been so new to even the possibility of intimate girl-girl feelings, let alone girl-girl marriage, that maybe she had just needed more time. But now it was too late.
Linda and Lisa each had been playing the field with a number of guys when they met and became friends, and then BFFs. But Linda quickly realized that Lisa was more than a friend. She was her soulmate. Her one and only romantic love. But since Lisa - like Linda - had never thought she ever could feel that way about another girl, Linda had quite a challenge to even get Lisa to think of her as more than a friend. How could she convince her to go out on a real "date" - rather than going out as best friends as they had done so many times?
But one evening the two were at a bar looking for guys, and Linda mustered all her courage. As they sat at the bar watching and waiting, Linda stood up, looked directly at Lisa with a penetrating look that masked how she was about to die inside, and held out her hand as she asked her to dance.
Realizing this was different from their usual "there are no guys we want to dance with, so lets dance with each other" situation, Lisa shook her head "no". But Linda whispered, "One dance. Please. Just one harmless little dance." Lisa slowly rose and took her hand. At the touch Linda's heart almost exploded (Lisa later confessed that the same thing happened to her) and they danced. And that moment changed everything.
At the end of the dance they kissed. But not just the quick meaningless kiss girls often do with one another. A real kiss. The first real kiss, Linda decided, she ever had in her life.
Their friendship became a romance. One that soon became serious. Immediately after The Kiss Linda realized she was crazy in love with Lisa and only dated her. And Lisa only dated Linda... and Kevin, who she had met at around the same time at work.
Three months after The Kiss Linda used the "L" word. She told Lisa she loved her, and Lisa replied that she loved her too. But Lisa continued to date Kevin.
Naturally Linda was jealous of the time Lisa spent with Kevin, and especially didn't like it that Lisa would spent Friday evenings and Friday nights with her, but Saturday evenings - and Saturday nights!!! - with Kevin.
One Friday evening after they had been dating for six months Linda invited Lisa back to her place and did everything possible to set a romantic mood. A homemade Italian dinner, wine, candles, music, perfume and flowers.
After dinner was over, on bended knee Linda again told Lisa how much she loved her. But this time she also told her she wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Linda asked Lisa to marry her, and held out a small box containing an engagement ring. Lisa stared at the ring, kissed Linda tenderly, and with misty eyes told her she loved her too. Lisa added she would give her answer soon. She told Linda to hold onto the ring for a couple of days.
Linda didn't sleep much that night or the next. But that Sunday Lisa came over and delivered the bad news. The night following Linda's proposal, Lisa had proposed to Kevin, and he had accepted. Linda could remember every word of the conversation that followed as if it had just taken place.
"But why? Why? Whenever I say I love you more than anything, you say, "Me too".
"And I do love you that much. But I also love Kevin."
"Do you love him as much as you love me?"
"I love him enough. Kevin is a great guy."
"With me you're almost always happy."
"With Kevin I'm happy enough."
"You've told me you find our time together exciting, even exhilarating. You always say I make your life more fun than it has ever been, that I spice up your life. How about with Kevin?
"Time spent with Kevin is... nice, stable and comfortable."
"But... when we make love you cum like crazy, always, again and again. You thrash and scream like a porno actress. Do you even cum with Kevin?"
"Of course. Often. Sometimes."
"Only sometimes? What does that tell you?"
"Only that you have an unfair advantage over him because you're so sexy. So pretty. So skilled at lovemaking. But Kevin does fine in that department."
"But if you feel that way... you love me more, I make you happier, and our lovemaking is better. Why are you marrying him instead of me?"
"Because he... is a he. With Kevin I can be a wife, have kids, have a home, and be a part of a couple that leads a normal life. I'm not going to marry you just because you're prettier. There's so much more to life than sex."
"But you love me more and I make you happier! You could be my wife! We could have kids by a sperm bank or adoption. We could be a madly-in-love couple and have a great home together.
Does Kevin know you love me more, that you'd rather spend time with me, and that you're more sexually aroused by our lovemaking?"
"Kevin doesn't even know you exist. He knew I was dating more than just him, but never asked whether I was dating a woman. Which is great because now I can ask you to be my Maid of Honor. Which Kevin would never agree to if he realized we've been lovers."
"Does Kevin know you're only marrying him for his sperm?"
"That's not true. I'm marrying him so I can be... "normal". Ever since I was a girl I've looked forward to getting married... to a man."
"Who's to say what's "normal", especially since its now legal for girls to get married?"
"Kevin will be my husband, but you'll always be my one true love. Kevin and I will be legally married, but my heart will be married to your heart. Always. Even though on paper it'll be me and Kevin...."
So we broke up and stopped seeing each other. I was conflicted when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor. But, 9 months later, here I am.
Linda stopped writing, stood, and looked into the long mirror on the back of her hotel room door. She was especially sad because her Maid of Honor dress could have been a bridal dress. It was truly unusual looking for a Maid of Honor dress, and many at the wedding had jokingly told her that she looked like a bride herself. Maybe that was why Linda had worn her sexiest underwear, so she could fantasize she was the one marrying Lisa. Or was she just torturing herself?
On account of Linda's dress, several guests had joked with Kevin that he must be such a stud that he was going to take 2 girls to bed. Several guests even told Linda that she and Lisa looked like 2 brides, one with an incredibly frilly dress with a super long train, the other wearing a bridal dress that was more subdued. Linda would laugh politely, but inside she hurt so much. Why had Lisa picked that dress for her? Surely to symbolize they were each others' true love. But it made Linda feel even worse about losing her to Kevin.
Holding back tears, Linda picked up the bride's flower bouquet - Linda has thrown it and Lisa had caught it; wasn't that ironic! Linda had wanted the bride but only ended up with the bouquet!
Linda turned from the mirror, closed her eyes, and pretended for a second it was her wedding. That she was the bride, a bride in her bridal dress. Lisa's bride. On her honeymoon with Lisa! Linda then threw the bouquet over her shoulder against the mirror. As it bounced onto the floor there was a knocking at her door.
Linda opened it and saw a tearful Lisa, still wearing her wedding dress. The startled Linda asked her to come in.
"I just had to talk with someone. Someone I can open myself to." At this, Lisa broke down in tears. Silently, Linda embraced her as the tears poured out. Finally, Lisa composed herself enough to speak.
"We left the party soon after you did and went to our room. I thought for sure we would make love. But instead Kevin said he first wanted to watch a few minutes of a porno movie.
So he put on this raunchy movie. Not a couples' film at all. Just a bunch of guys pounding away on slutty looking girls. I tried to tell him it wasn't doing anything for me, but Kevin was too drunk from the party to care.
He ordered more liquor from room service, and when a woman delivered it he asked whether she wanted to join us in a threesome! She was so shocked that she froze, and then he grabbed her. She broke free and ran out of the room. Then he pulled out his cock and before I could really react, jerked himself off while watching the porno movie! Then he said he wanted to watch a few minutes of the big game.
I knew Kevin had far too much to drink, so I let him watch, figuring he would sober up. Besides, he can only cum once, so sexually nothing was going to happen between us tonight. And of course the thing with the room service girl bothered me more than anything. On our Honeymoon - how could he!
