Chapter 4 BRIDE'S MAID

"Oh hey," I said, "I thought we agreed that would be my treat."

Paige just looked at me for a second, then smiled. "Oh that's what you meant! It's okay, we charged it to the wedding party. They said we could go wild this weekend. So let's!"

She popped the cork and a nice little stream of foam spilled onto her hands. She shook them off, giggling, and filled the glasses, handing them out as she did. Becca raised her glass. "To going wild!" she said, and we all repeated the toast and emptied our flutes. Becca put her glass down and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, there's something I've needed to do for some time now," and she reached behind her and unzipped her gown, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor while

kicking off her heels, leaving her entirely naked in front of us. No bra, no panties, her straight blond hair resting just past the shoulders of her petite, athletic frame. Then she reached behind Paige and unzipped her dress as well, producing the same result. Paige was a bit taller, nearly as tall as me with similarly dark hair, and every bit as athletically built as her girlfriend,

with more substantial c-cup breasts. And suddenly there I was, a woman of a certain age, fully clothed, slightly drunk, in the hotel room of two extremely attractive and extremely young, naked lesbians. And then it just happened, before I could even gauge the right or wrong of it. Both girls

encircled me with their arms and Paige put her fingers to my chin, directing me towards her kiss.

In mere seconds their hands went to work on my dress, sending it to the floor, followed almost immediately by my bra, liberating my ample breasts. Becca lowered her lips to them, lighting my nipples on fire. I stood there, almost foolishly, with my arms pinned to my sides by their bodies as their hands traversed every part of me within reach. When they converged between my legs and slipped beneath my panties, my knees buckled, and they had to catch me from falling. Becca moved behind me to take my weight as Paige dropped to her knees and put her pretty face between my legs.

With her partner propping me up, she slipped my panties aside and put her tongue to my pussy, exquisitely devouring me with just the right amount of attention to each eager part. I couldn't tell you the last time someone had gone down on me, but I can assure you it was nowhere near as amazing as this. This girl sure as hell knew how to please a woman, and I found myself

wondering what else I was in store for, now that my bisexual floodgates, or were they lesbian, had been opened. Becca eased me back to the edge of the bed and lay me down, kissing

me deeply while her hands played across my breasts. Paige, still on her knees, removed the rest of my lingerie and stockings, caressing my thighs with her hands and mouth, teasing me a little before placing her lips again to my now aching pussy. Their feminine touch was amazing. It seemed so delicate and perfect; soft but still passionate and hungry, and without the

sort of brutish urgency of a man. For the next several minutes I just lay there reveling in their indulgence of me, before Paige's miracle tongue brought me up slowly to a long and gradually expanding orgasm that grew and grew within me until it finally burst through body, making me shake and shiver beneath their obliging lips and hands. It was like they'd opened a

door to a whole new world of pleasure and comfort, and as the ripples of my orgasm faded to soft echoes, I felt so warm and perfect that a little tear trickled down my cheek.

That overwhelming emotion, however, was soon replaced by overwhelming arousal as the two of them, having initially focused on pleasing me, now turned their attentions to pleasing themselves. Paige climbed up on top of me, pressing her whole body against mine and kissing me, giving me a taste of my own sex on her lips, something else I hadn't realized I'd missed until that moment. I reached up and gave her perfect little peaches a good squeeze, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she responded by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. It was just so

fucking wanton I could barely stand it.

Becca pressed her face in and stole Paige's kisses from me, and they both sat up over me, kissing and caressing each other. Becca's parted thighs were just next to my head, and I rolled slightly over to explore her, first with tentative caresses from my fingers, but then by shifting further over to her, with my mouth, kissing my way up her soft young skin to her pale pink slit, not knowing exactly what I would do when I reached it, but hoping some sort of instinct would take over.

Instead, Paige pressed Becca back onto her elbows, and descended to join me between her thighs. I'd just given my first tentative vaginal kiss when I felt her face next to mine, smiling as she watched my tongue ease forward for a taste.

"Why, Jess," she teased, "You naughty, naughty pussy licker, you!!

Doesn't my baby girl taste divine? Get your mouth in there, honey, and have a good taste." I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pressed me onto Becca, and my mouth closed around the entirety of her cute little slit, my tongue slipping into her viscid opening. I'm not sure how genuine

Becca's vocal encouragement was, but she sighed and purred as she rocked her hips to direct my attentions, up and down at first, then holding for me to focus on her tiny hooded clit, my tongue running little laps around it until it grew weak. Out of either impatience or envy Paige pulled me back and put her own tongue on her lover's now glistening pussy, and I watched as she hungrily and quickly brought her to orgasm, her thighs flexing against both of us as her body trembled. This was just too much fun, watching these beautiful girls suck and cum and devour each other, and I felt like it was only going to get better.

Paige sat up and positioned her open legs between Becca's, their pussies aligned so that they could grind onto each other. I crawled up a little further next to Becca to watch, and helped myself to the girlish rise of her tiny breasts, first caressing, then kissing, then sucking her rosy nipples into tiny hard pebbles. Seeing Paige grind onto Becca, it seemed as if this was how real lesbian fucking took place, rubbing cunt on cunt, oscillating their hips back can forth. Their moans had changed from playful and pleasant to deep and fervent, and their pretty faces held the furrowed looks of extremely intense pleasure. There was no other word for it: they were fucking the hell

out of each other. And big strong Paige started making the most darling little high-pitched squeaks as she started to cum. So fucking cute and so fucking hot at the same time, and as I lay there next to them, I fingered myself as I enjoyed the show.

And so it went like this for at least another hour, maybe more. We'd maneuver ourselves into pleasant positions and finger and kiss and lick each other into various states of mutual ecstasy. I rubbed pussies with both of them, first on the bottom but then on top, and each time it was amazing, so intimate and primal. At one point I was on my knees between Paige's legs

with my ass elevated, and felt the indescribable pleasure of Becca's tongue on my anus, first just licking it in broad, flat strokes, but then pressing it into me, literally tongue-fucking my ass while she rubbed my clit from underneath. Holy shit, that was amazing. I'd tried anal before without too

much pleasurable success, but I'd never had a man worship my ass the way she did with such sensual abandon. Also, and to my amazement, it seems Becca's precious little pussy could accommodate all of Paige's fist, something that all but transported her beyond consciousness. I let them try it with me but couldn't quite manage it, although just by getting four fingers deep into me I could see how good it would feel to have my vagina stretched and relaxed and filled so completely.

So we lolled around and fucked, then rested, then fucked again into the wee hours of the morning. We got some more room service when we got hungry, and occasionally rinsed ourselves off in the shower, alone or in pairs. I found myself wanting it to last forever, even though I knew it was impossible. And I kept pushing from my mind how I was possibly going to tell Ariel about it, or if I even would. It was just so magical being with these to women.

In the morning, as I was slipping back into my dress before heading to my room, I thought back to that moment in the mirror when I first bought it, and wondered how much of a role it had played in how the evening had transpired, and how it would forever embody this turning point in my life, if that's what this would turn out to be. If nothing else, it opened up a whole

new horizon of possibilities for me, and gave me a new appreciation of feminine sexuality.

Before I left them, I shared these thoughts, and that I was still probably awash in this new sea of change. They were very sweet and did their best to empathize, but being in a totally different stage of life I don't think they really could.

I wondered aloud if the three of us would ever be able to repeat the experience, despite the travel it would require, or whether I'd be able to find someone else to share myself with where I lived. They both softly laughed when I said this, which made me feel silly and naïve.

"Trust me, Jess," Paige said, "It simply will not be a problem for a woman as beautiful as you to find another woman, or two, or three, of any age, to join you." I smiled and blushed, staring at my feet. These girls made me feel so young! "And I hate to tell you this," she continued, "but that

pack of wolves you were dealing with last night? Well, you've pretty much just double the size of it. And I'm here to tell you, resisting those she wolves can be a bitch.