The night started like any other bachelorette party. We’d planned it all: dinner, clubs, and a suite at a hotel for a final round of drinks and games. Tanya, the bride-to-be, was ecstatic, hugging everyone, yelling over the music. You know; white-girl-wasted kinda stuff lol

By the time we got back to the suite, everyone was pretty buzzed. A couple of the girls were already half-asleep on the couches, but Tanya and I were still awake. She was lying next to me on one of the beds, her head propped up on her hand, the other still holding her champagne glass. “You know,” she started, swirling the last sip in her glass, “I don’t think I’d be the same person without you.”

“Aww, you’re gonna make me cry,” I teased, rolling my eyes.

“I mean it! You always pushed me to try new things.”

I shrugged. “That’s what friends are for.”

“I guess,” she looked down into her glass, her face serious, her voice pensive. “But there’s still so much I didn’t do…things I sometimes wish I’d tried before, you know, settling down.”

Her tone caught me off guard, and I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

She laughed, a little nervously, and looked away, her cheeks flushed. “I mean…like being more wild, maybe trying things I never did,” she said, her voice lowering.

“Yeah? Like what?” I pushed, intrigued.

She took a breath, hesitating, and then met my eyes with this intensity that sent a thrill down my spine. “Like…being with a girl.”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Tanya stared at me for a second then burst into laughter. “Oh my god, Sarah, don’t worry! I’m not about to grab your tits or anything!”

I smiled. “What if I wanted you to? This is your last night to be reckless, right?” I pushed my chest out and threw my head back in mock ecstasy. “Touch me, Tanya!”

To my surprise, she did, reaching out quickly, hungrily, as if she was afraid I would rescind my offer. The pleasurable warmth of her fingers through my cotton dress made my nipples stand to attention and I wanted to pull away, but my body wouldn't let me. Tanya seems to be facing the same dilemma, her manicured fingers further teasing my nipples, as she watched on, as if she wasn't the one doing it.

“Tanya…” I breathed, my voice sounding more aroused than I thought it would. She pulled hands away quickly.

“Oh god, Sarah, sorry. I was just kidding. I didn’t mean too…like…”

“It’s okay,” I smiled, looking around the room. Everyone was either asleep on the couches or had retired to their beds. “I guess my big confession is that I kind of liked it.” I laughed, but Tanya was looking at me strangely. “I mean…In sort of like…just an experimental sort of–”

She kissed me. Hungry, desperate. Her lips tasted like champagne. My heart raced but I didn’t pull away; I just let myself sink into the kiss, feeling her hand resting on my hip, her fingers tracing small circles that sent a thrill up my spine. I half-expected her to pull back and laugh it off, but instead, her kisses only deepened, becoming more intense, each one full of the longing and curiosity she'd just confessed.

When her hand slipped under my dress, her fingers grazing my bare skin, I let out a soft gasp. Her lips moved to my neck, wet kisses that were anything but shy, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as she pulled me closer, our breasts now pressed together, the mound of my pussy mounting hers.

I should say something. Stop this. She was getting married tomorrow.

But no words came.

Her hand slid down, tugging my dress up, and I held my breath, feeling my heartbeat echo through every inch of me. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, tugging them down in one smooth motion, her eyes holding mine the whole time. She looked determined, like she wanted to savor every second of this.

Without another word, Tanya settled between my legs, her hands firm on my thighs, holding me open for her. The first touch of her tongue sent a shockwave through me, making me gasp. She was slow, deliberate, tasting me like she’d been waiting forever to do this. My hands tangled in the sheets as she teased me with her tongue, her pace maddeningly slow.

“Oh god, Tanya…” I moaned, my nipples stretching the fabric of my dress, my exposed and shaven pussy looking perfect in Tanya’s mouth. On her head, she still wore the diamonte tiara that said “Bride”.

I felt myself getting closer.

“Tanya…” I moaned quietly, trying not to wake anyone. “I’m going to…”

Tanya nodded, her tongue working faster, her crown falling crooked, her mouth full of me. I wondered what Niell would think if he could see his future wife like this, slutty and horny and needy, her tongue working my swollen clit.

The thought made my body react, my hips lifting instinctively as she took me higher and higher, my tits rocking backwards and forwards in recoil. The release was intense - I thought of Neill, kissing her tomorrow at the end of the aisle, the taste of my pussy still on her lips, and I came.

Hard.

Afterwards, she lifted her head, looking ashamed and horny and happy. I shivered - an aftershock of pleasure passing through me.

“Are you happy now?” I asked. “I guess you can cross that one off your bucket list. Now we’ve done that.”

“Done?” she asked, kneeling up before me, her body glowing, her breasts almost falling out of her white dress, her nipples peeking over the fabric, the skirt riding up and revealing a pair of sheer white panties, made all the more transparent by her dripping pussy.

She smiled, watching me watch her. “We’re just getting started.”