The Bridesmaid Pt. 05

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I’m sorry for the long delays in adding to some of my stories. Partly this is because some are based on truth, and some because I simply don’t have the time.

If this chapter is shorter than some prefer, I’m sorry. Any feedback is always very welcome, even if very brief. G xx

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Previously, Georgia had come out to her partner, and moved out. After a misunderstanding on Georgia’s part, she agreed to meet Charlotte at Lyn’s place the following weekend.

I arrived at Lyn’s place mid-afternoon and was greeted by a grinning Lyn who welcomed me with a huge hug.

“You’re looking very happy and very well-tanned,” I said as I entered. “I’m guessing you had a great honeymoon?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lyn chanted. “That’s enough about me. Let’s talk about you, but wait until Sian gets back from the shops or you will have to repeat absolutely everything; you know how nosey she is.”

Whilst we waited for Sian, I settled in to Lyn’s spare room, freshened up and unpacked all my stuff. As I headed back down the stairs the doorbell rang.

Assuming it was Sian, I opened the door to be greeted by a beaming Charlotte who dropped everything she was carrying and literally threw herself at me, almost bowling me over.

As we kissed, her familiar perfume engulfed me and I was cast back in time to the wedding weekend that we spent together. When we finally separated, we realised that we had an audience. Lyn, and Sian were arm in arm, looking on, grinning.

Sian looked at Lyn and said “I told you they fancied each other,” and we all laughed.

After hugs and kisses all around we moved into the lounge where Lyn had opened a bottle of champagne, offering us all a glass.

“So, what’s the occasion?” I asked.

“It would seem that there are two occasions,” said Lyn, “Your coming out, and you two becoming sex addicts” she said, nodding toward Charlotte and I, who were locked together with arms around each other.

“Cheers!” she added.

We spent some time catching up and listening to Lyn’s and Sian’s stories about their honeymoon. After we had finished the second bottle of champagne, Sian suggested we all go upstairs and do what we need to do before going out to dinner.

“There’s no rush,” said Lyn, rather casually, “Plenty of time for you two to have a fuck. I’m sure you need to.” But she was right, as usual.

Charlotte closed the door behind us and turned toward me giving me a look that I had seen before. One that was 100% sex. One that made me want to melt into her arms again.

“You bitch!” Charlotte said, “Making me wait this long to get my hands on you.”

And with that she leant forward and with one hand behind my neck, and another on my waist, kissed me as if we hadn’t kissed for years. It was pure emotional joy as my head went into a spin and all I was aware of was her presence close to me.

As I pulled her closer, her scent overwhelmed me and I knew that this woman was going to have her way with me in any way she wanted.

I submitted to her completely and she undressed me to my knickers, bra and hold-ups without ever breaking our kiss.

Guiding me to the bed, still in my pink heels, she lay me down, and I watched her intently as she slowly and seductively unzipped her floaty floral dress and let it fall to the floor. I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath as I took in the view and admired her fabulous body, draped in exotic underwear. A conspicuously expensive silk bra, knickers and camisole. She was simply the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it was clear to me why I had fallen for her at the wedding.

She kicked off her heels and moved onto the bed beside me, leaning in and re-engaging in a kiss. Her hands were all over me and as I reached for her knickers, she had already released her cock, or rather it had escaped, being far too large to remain tucked away.

As I first touched its tip, I felt her squirm and she let out a quiet, appreciative moan.

As I explored her length, I released one boob from her bra and teased it with my tongue, sometimes licking around her nipple, sometimes sucking it, and occasionally giving it a gentle bite. Something I had discovered made her very wet below.

As the temperature in the room increased, she began to tease my tgirl fanny with her finger that she had lubricated with her own pre-cum, and as she gently pushed one wet finger inside, I nearly fainted with the sensation. Charlotte knew exactly what turned us both on, and she was intent on making this reunion count.

As she moved me more centrally onto the bed, she removed my French ensest porno knickers, remarking on how beautiful they were and offering to borrow them at some point, and opened my legs. She turned around and moved down the bed and proceeded to give my cock the attention it had craved since we last met.

In this 69 position, it was the least I could do to return the favour and before long we were pleasuring each other with loud slurping noises. Before either of us came, Charlotte broke off and climbed off the bed to rummage around in her bag.

She returned with a double ended dildo and a tube of lube.

“What do you think?” she asked, with a sex-fuelled smirk on her face.

“I can’t wait,” I responded, trying to hide my excitement, poorly.

As she applied lube to both ends, she sat opposite me and slowly inserted it into herself, pausing and easing it in and out slowly, as if performing for a porn movie. It was one of the most incredible things I had ever witnessed, live, in person.

Once it was fully in, she reached out for my cock and used it to guide me forward easing the slippery end into me. When it was part way in, she then slid it back and forth, first into me, and then back into her, all of the time staring into my eyes with a look I had never experienced previously. As she picked up the pace, moaning each time it entered her fully, I was soon in ecstasy too and I simply lay back and focussed on the feelings as the dildo slipped in and out until I moved closer to her pushing it fully into us simultaneously. Within a very short time, we both came and released cum onto our stomachs, panting and sweating as we lay, still enjoying the sensations going around our bodies.

That was the way Georgia liked to climax, and it was sensational. As my head continued to spin, Charlotte began moving the dildo back and forth once more and to my amazement I came again after only a few minutes. It was incredible, if a little noisy, and I wondered if Lyn and Sian had heard us.

As we recovered, we sat up, dildo still fully engaged, and held hands. Charlotte was smiling, lighting up the room in a way that only she could.

“I love you Charlotte,” I said.

“I love you too Georgia,” she replied, and after a short pause asked “Will you marry me? When you’re ready, I mean. I don’t want to rush you.”

To say that I was surprised is an understatement. This beautiful woman, way over my pay grade, a woman who I could only really see in my dreams had just asked me to marry her.

“Wow. Charlotte. What? Are you serious? You are serious! Things like this don’t happen to me. Are you sure? Fuck. Yes. Of course. Yes, fucking yes. I’d love to marry you. Oh my god.”

I don’t really recall exactly what happened next in any detail, except that we removed the dildo and kissed long and hard before Charlotte jumped off the bed like an international athlete returning to her bag once more.

Returning to the bed she moved toward me, opened her hand and yes, there was a small red leather box with gold print on it.

“Open it” she said, “If you want to.”

I laughed, very nervously.

I took the box and looked up at her, blushing furiously.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I said, and opened the small and luxurious little box.

Inside was a sight that literally took my breath away, and I now knew what it was like for women who found themselves in this position. My heart raced. My face was bright red and flushed. I was trembling.

Charlotte lifted out the ring and beckoned for me to hold my hand out, which I did willingly.

“I love you like I have never loved another,” she said, as she gently slipped the ring onto my finger. It fitted perfectly, and I wondered for a second how that ever happened.

I was silent. Dumfounded. Suddenly, I felt complete. Although recent weeks had been life changing, and traumatic at times, somehow none of that mattered anymore. This last few minutes of my life suddenly defined me. In that moment, Georgia became a real woman. An engaged woman!

As I stared at the diamond solitaire in place on my finger. It had the most gorgeous detailing around the shoulders and I could not take my eyes off it. I was lost in my own world. Its sparkle overwhelmed me. It shone like true love.

“This is the most beautiful and meaningful gift of true love that I have ever received,” I said, “This very special one-off moment in my life has been created by you Charlotte, and I am moved in a way that I cannot begin to describe. I am not often lost for words but something this magical, asyalı porno meaningful, incredible, lovely, fabulous and other words I can’t recall, has never happened to me before. I always knew that you were very special, but you have excelled yourself. To me, this is more than an engagement ring, far more.”

“So, you like it?” she said, with a wry smile that quickly turned to a wide grin.

“I do,” I replied, and we kissed and lay together on the bed for another hour, sharing our love, and talking about our future.

“I need to buy you a ring now too,” I said, “Let’s go into town.”

“No, I want you to buy me one. I want it to be a surprise.” She said.

“In that case,” I said, “Then I need to find something for you.”

I went into the bathroom and searched through my jewellery bag, returning with a fake engagement ring that I used to wear sometimes to keep guys at bay when out and about. It was the idea of another tgirl who, mainly because she was absolutely stunning, and young, found it worked well for her.

Hiding it in my palm, I reached out for Charlotte’s hand and as I slipped it onto her finger she laughed.

“You bought me one too?” she asked.

“Nooo!” I said, “Never in my dreams could I ever think you would marry me. No, this is a cheap fake I wear sometimes, but it is all that I have to give you today. I promise I will do better for the real ring. I feel like I want to go out and buy it now. Right now. But this will have to do, if you don’t mind.”

I slipped the ring on her finger and it fitted well, so it seemed we wore the same size!

“It’s beautiful,” she said, “I’m so proud to wear it, and if it was all you could afford, I’d still love it.”

Charlotte always knew exactly what to say to make me feel like the most important person in her life. We kissed and each admired our new rings.

We showered and dressed casually in skinny jeans ready for an evening out at dinner with Lyn and Sian. I wore ankle boots whilst Charlotte wore summer sandals and agreed not to mention the rings until someone noticed them. We thought it would be fun.

When we eventually made it downstairs the girls were in the lounge waiting for us and looking through honeymoon photographs.

Both grinned at us as we appeared.

“The sex was really good then?” Sian asked, or rather proclaimed.

“Yes thanks,” said Charlotte before I had chance to answer. “How did you know?”

“Well, for starters,” Lyn said, “The cats fled the premises and as the china was rattling in the kitchen, we assumed you were either exercising, or enjoying yourselves. On balance, we agreed it was the latter.”

“You guys are terrible!” I replied, blushing furiously. “Honestly, I don’t know why we hang out with you sometimes.”

It was exchanges like this which explained exactly why we hung out together. There was nothing excluded from our friendships. One had to be thick skinned sometimes, and definitely not easily embarrassed. But in a crisis, there was nothing that anyone would not do to support another.

Charlotte and I sat down together on another sofa and could not get closer to each other without one of us actually being on top of the other. We were conspicuously in love, and not afraid to show it.

Lyn went to the kitchen to make some teas and Charlotte joined her whilst I sat with Sian to look at her photographs. After just a few seconds a loud scream came from the kitchen. It was Lyn.

Sian and I rushed in, thinking the worst, to find Lyn hugging Charlotte as if she was about to fall over a cliff edge. As we entered, Lyn, still using a high-pitched voice, and pointing to Charlotte’s ring finger, said “They are engaged! They are engaged! There is going to be another wedding!” and she flung herself at me covering me with kisses and hugs.

Sian was still recovering from the shock of hearing Lyn scream and her enthusiasm lagged slightly behind Lyn’s.

I wish that I had been able to record the din that filled the kitchen for the next few minutes. It was akin to a war zone as rings were examined and despite my explaining that Charlotte’s ring was temporary, everyone loved it just as much as my own.

The cup of tea was cancelled and replaced with another bottle of champagne. By the time we were due to leave, we were all quite tipsy and a taxi replaced Lyn’s car for the ride to the restaurant.

What was initially planned as a quiet dinner turned into quite a lively, if not wild, night out and it was 2am when we eventually made it back to Lyn’s house.

She and Sian were gizli çekim porno ready for bed, or rather sex, and to be fair, so were Charlotte and I, and so with little ado we went to our rooms. The rest is all a bit of a haze but having enjoyed catching up, and having endless sex, re-exploring each other’s bodies in some detail, it was gone 430am as I slipped into my long salmon coloured nightie and matching knickers. Charlotte was already fast asleep and I just tucked her in and snuggled up to her, dropping off to sleep almost immediately.

I awoke with the sun on my face, having not properly drawn the curtains before turning in. Charlotte was spooning me and still asleep. As I lay there, I recalled the events of the previous day and became aware that I was fondling my engagement ring. I lifted my hand clear of the sheets and it shone at me like a beacon, catching the sunshine. It was stunning and suited my hand perfectly. I became overwhelmed by a feeling of humility and blushed. “This is going to take a while to get used to,” I thought to myself.

Charlotte shifted position slightly and her arm held me close. She still wore her ring, and although it was not real, I was pleased to see it on her finger. I was proud and elated.

After dozing for a half hour or so, Charlotte crept to the bathroom as I stayed in bed. When she returned, thinking that I was asleep still, she leant in and very gently kissed my cheek, whispering “I love you, Georgia Davis.”

As she settled back in bed, still blushing, I turned to face her. “And I love you too Charlotte,” I said.

Charlotte was still naked and I ran my hands up and down her curves as we talked about life, love, and living. She was so very soft, sweet smelling and her curves were erotic and sensuous.

As she kissed me gently her tongue escaped and decided it preferred my mouth to hers and as I responded she placed my hand on her cock which was still flaccid between her legs. She then diverted her attention through my nightie to my nipples, which she knows is guaranteed to warm me up very quickly.

As I squirmed in response to her skilled fingers, I caressed her cock and around her smooth ass and before long she was fully erect and leaking profusely. As she lifted my nightie over my head, and removed my knickers, I slipped down the bed and lapped up her wetness whilst teasing her hole with a finger. She lay back and opened her legs to give me complete access and so, having learned from her own techniques, proceeded to take her in my mouth whilst also fingering her anus. I knew she loved this and could see her squeezing her nipples and breasts in unison.

As I slipped two fingers into her, lifting them up to find her g-spot, I continued to work her cock until she squealed and came in my mouth in a series of long spurts. She always came much more than I did and it left a big pool of cum on her stomach as it ran from my mouth. I reached for some tissues and cleaned up the worst of it, or should that be the best of it?

As she recovered, she moved on top of me and leant forward to suck and tease my nipples once again. Almost on the verge of coming I asked if she would fuck me, this time with her cock, not with the dildo.

Without hesitation she agreed but said that she wasn’t hard enough yet and proceeded to pump herself until she was. That was the first time I had seen her do that and it was, frankly, erotic and for a moment I questioned myself as to why I found it so.

However, as she spread my legs and slipped two wet fingers inside me, any concerns left my mind and I enjoyed being the bottom girl that I had become.

As she continued to finger me and tease my g-spot, she also sucked and bit my nipples and I was in sex heaven as she replaced her fingers with her cock, slipping it easily into me. This position, missionary, with my fiancé (!) inside me, working her magic, bringing me to a climax, had been my dream for decades and guaranteed my biggest climaxes.

I wasn’t disappointed, and after picking up the pace, slipping fully in and out of me I came, noisily, gripping her breasts at first, and then her ass cheeks and pulling her furiously deeper into me. My climaxes were becoming more intense as we learned to work each other to our best conclusion. It lasted longer than it ever had, and after about 15 seconds or so, whilst I was still climaxing, Charlotte came inside of me, eventually collapsing onto me, trapping my cum between us causing it to ooze between her breasts.

We stayed in that position, hot, panting, sweaty for some time. She eventually slipped off me and, lying side by side locked in each other’s arms, we relaxed until rumbling stomachs drove us to the shower.

As we dressed for the day ahead, my thoughts were entirely on my engagement, and I could not stop looking at and fondling my new ring.

To be continued, if you want to know what’s ahead…

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