Lucie's eyes fluttered dreamily as she leaned on the bed in front of the tufted headboard, surrounded by pillows, watching Carla pour a glass of wine for each of them. Carla looked radiant in her white bridal gown, just as she had done at the altar. She was a few years older than Lucie and had a wily look of mischief about her, a sparkling glint in her eyes that shone brighter than ever as she handed Lucie her wine. Lucie for her part was the very picture of a beautiful blushing bride. She had been saving herself for this moment. For the one woman she had vowed to share the rest of her life with. There had been one or two kisses and flirtations, when she was in college, but Lucie had always vowed that until she was serious things would never go any further. Almost from the moment they had met, she had known Carla was the one. On their first date she had surprised her with tickets to the theatre. The fact that her favourite musical just so happened to be on that night was supposedly just a coincidence. Since then she had spoiled Lucie at every opportunity, regularly bringing her bouquets of flowers or wining and dining her in the most fancy and expensive restaurants like she was royalty.
Carla couldn't believe her good fortune that such a precious gem of beauty could be hers and hers alone. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" she had asked many times over the preceding weeks. She didn't want to put any pressure on Lucie. She was still a young girl after all, who had never even been with another woman intimately before. She didn't want her to commit to anything until she absolutely felt ready, but each time she assured Carla in her soft dulcet voice that this is what she wanted. And now the night had come. If Lucie had any doubts or anxieties she certainly wasn't showing them.
The glasses tinkled together and each of the women took a sip of their wine, gazing into one another's eyes, both resplendent in their matching white gowns.
"I've been waiting my whole life for this," Lucie trilled softly, "I love you~".
Carla smiled, knowing those words were hers now, and would never belong to anyone else. She leaned in toward her luscious young bride and their glossy lips met in a long, sensual kiss, infused with the notes of the wine. They had already kissed earlier that day, after saying their vows, but Carla sensed Lucie had been nervous then. Her movements were stiff, perhaps not wanting to show too much affection in public. She knew not all of Lucie's family approved of her committing at such a tender age. Now though, without the watching eyes on her, she allowed herself to relax into it, closing her eyes and letting her tongue mingle with Carla's. After a minute or so they broke apart and Lucie retreated to her wine with a bashful smile. She reached out and stroked the front of Carla's bridal dress with the rim of her glass. Carla smirked and took Lucie's drink from her, placing it on the side table beside the bottle, along with her own. The bed gently creaked under her shifting weight as she shuffled back over to Lucie, scattering the rose petals spread across the duvet.
Their lips collided again, with renewed passion. Taking the lead, Carla reached behind her lover and tugged at her hair ties, releasing her cherry brunette locks that had been styled into an elegant bun for the ceremony.
"I feel like I'm in a fairytale," Lucie chuckled as her hair cascaded down, framing her glowing facial features.
"You are a fairytale," replied Carla, in a deep husky tone, "kiss me."
Lucie had not heard her speak quite like that before and it excited her. She trusted Carla completely and was happy to oblige her request. After they had kissed some more Lucie let her lips wander, pressing them delicately into the crevice of Carla's neck. Carla lifted her chin, sighing with pleasure, then looked down with a slight gasp of surprise as the younger woman planted a kiss in her cleavage. She responded by slipping down her shoulder straps and withdrawing her arms to peel away the fabric of her dress. As she reached around to unhook her bra she found Lucie's hands were already there. The devious part of her wanted to ask Lucie if she was sure she had not done this before.
Carla watched Lucie's reaction with a playful smirk as her bra cups fell away, exposing her firm, fleshy breasts, nipples already hardening in anticipation. She was a generously busted woman and knew that many would have been jealous of the position Lucie was in right now. Lucie was quick to show her appreciation, placing graceful kisses on each globe before her lips settled on Carla's nipple.
"Mmmmm, that's right~ suckle my t- oooOOoohh good girl~"
