My brother was getting married to his long-time school sweetheart and I was taking a gap year. Still, I was asked to be a bridesmaid. So was Carla, one of the bride’s sisters. I had a crush on her the entire time my brother dated her sister, but nothing ever came of it, largely because I was three years younger than her – she had just turned twenty-two. And I didn’t even know if she was into girls.

When I first saw her at the wedding, she looked so amazing in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly fitted cut highlighting the curves of her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips, and her cute butt. Carla was pretty and attractive in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classic satin dress, she looked divine and I wanted her.

The ceremony at the church was beautiful and everything went very smoothly, so Carla and I were feeling pleasurably satisfied and relieved. The wedding party had returned to the hotel ballroom for the reception. This was now winding down: the speeches had been given, the toasts had been made and the guests were mingling in a hubbub of conversation as they made their way out. In the early evening, there was to be a party for the younger generation, but there would be a couple of hours. Carla and I each had rooms for a couple of days and would be able to change out of our gowns and not have to worry about driving home after the party.

Carla and I stood side-by-side in a quiet corner of the big room, with just the wall and a couple of potted palm trees behind us. We gazed at the throng and chatted inconsequentially, as long-time friends do at things like this. Carla and I had not seen each other in a while and had caught up with each other at the fittings for our bridesmaid's outfits. 

As we talked, no one else was paying attention to us for a few moments, and this seemed like the best opportunity to set things in motion. I leaned and murmured in her ear: “Now that we are sisters-in-law, I want to get to know you ...”

I paused and traced a finger horizontally across her back at waist level. She gave a little gasp, and then a soft sigh of pleasure as I drew my fingernail back, this time lower down, just under the curve of her sweetly jutting buttocks.

Carla’s lips parted, and I saw the tip of her tongue flick along to moisten them. She turned slightly to look at me; she nibbled her lower lip with her teeth, looking suddenly even more beautiful. I wondered what her reaction would be, but her warmly admiring gaze erased any lingering doubts. She gave me a radiantly beaming smile and slipped her hand into mine, giving it a confirming squeeze.

“Oh, I would like to get to know you too, Brenna,” she whispered eagerly, her eyes bright and her face slightly flushed with excitement.

“Well,” I said, “let’s change out of these bridesmaid's dresses – why don’t we do that together, in my room, and then we can properly ... get acquainted?”

Carla swallowed and nodded, that I was three years younger than her but taking the lead in things.

Still holding her hand – for I had no intention of allowing anyone else an opportunity to cut in and carry her away – I towed her through the crowd to the stairs.

I had picked up a few tell-tale signs during the fitting sessions for our dresses, so my pass at Carla had not been much of a gamble – but it was still a relief to have had my intuition so positively confirmed.

We trotted up the hotel staircase and almost ran along the corridor to my bedroom. Once inside, I quickly hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside handle and then closed the door and put the deadbolt on from the inside. I turned back towards Carla, standing in the middle of the room, gazing at the queen bed (this was one of the larger rooms); she was in profile to me, and I admired again her trim slender silhouette.

As I came up behind her, she turned to face me and almost naturally came into my arms and our small breasts touched. She looked at me in silent question, with desire in her eyes. 

Her lips were already parted as I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her – slowly at first, and then with pure sexual desire which she matched with a hunger of her own. So the last threshold was crossed, our kiss was one of unmistakable sexual lust. My hands slipped down her back, cupping and then kneading her adorable ass; after only pausing a few seconds, she did the same to me. Although she was less assertive, I could sense the pleasure with which she stroked my bottom, as I felt her nipples harden pressing into my softness through the thin satin of her bridesmaid’s dress. Our bodies melted into each other in an erotic sexual intimacy.

After a heady minute or two, I drew back to make sure.

“Are you okay with this?”

She breathed softly in reply: “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You are nineteen right, but it excites me so much that you took the lead.”

The signs had been there at the fitting sessions in the wedding dress designer’s shop. I had started to notice them from the first one. I have an athletic figure: small perky breasts, shapely hips, and long, toned legs. When I arrived at the first fitting session, interested in meeting my future sister-in-law and companion maid-of-honor, I had deliberately worn a slinky skater’s dress which drew the eye to my breasts and the short, pleated skirt came to mid-thigh and to show an expanse of leg with every step that I took. I had wanted to make a strong impression, and Carla’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in admiration when I first swept into the room and gathered her up for a hug as an introduction. I noticed the way that she stole glances when she thought my attention was elsewhere, and her eyes lingered on my breasts and ass.

When I disrobed, I made sure that I gave her plenty to see. For the second fitting session, I arrived in one of my favorite outfits – a combination of smart black boots with stiletto heels, black hold-up stockings, a tight and very short black leather miniskirt over sheer skimpy black panties, and a tight bright red cashmere sweater. The sweater fabric was thin enough to show off every feature of my breasts and my nipples protruded proudly.

I had deliberately delayed my arrival; Carla was standing on the small fitting stool in only a sheer black bra and panties.

As the designer fussed over her, her eyes tracked my every move. I kept where she could see me easily, and slowly undressed – taking some time to fold each garment and put it on a chair, teasing her. First to be removed was my sweater, and I turned casually so that she had good views of my breasts and erect nipples. Next went the skirt, and I looked magnificent in black boots, stockings, and scanty lingerie. In the silence, I could hear Carla’s indrawn breath, and I could almost smell the dampening of her panties in a room that seemed suddenly much warmer.

I pulled off my boots and then turned my back to her – affording her a splendid view of my ass. As I rolled my stockings down my legs, I bent over at the hip which gave Carla a view of my thigh gap and the indentation of my cunt lips. Finally, I turned almost to face her and revealed my naked breasts and pussy, through my panties. I said that it was hot and sticky in here and how glad I was to be undressed. When I quickly glanced at Carla, she looked pale, almost as if she might faint. To steady herself, she rested one hand on the shoulder of the dressmaker. 

The dresses for Carla and me were so closely fitted that we could not wear bras underneath; instead, each of our dresses would have soft cloth cups sewn inside the bust. A delightful consequence of this was that we spent much of the fitting sessions dressed only in our panties, and Carla and I snuck as many glances at each other’s small pointy tits as we dared. During that second session, when it was my turn to stand on the stool for fitting and measuring, I could see from the corner of my eye that Carla was leaning against the wall to my left, mesmerized by my near nakedness.

When I turned away from her, I could still see her reflection in a nearby full-length mirror. My breath caught as I saw her pinch her small breasts, then slip a hand inside the front of her panties, clearly playing with her pussy.

I was pretty sure from this point that Carla liked girls, and some instinct convinced me that she was – as I am – purely and entirely lesbian, rather than bisexual. So, after this second fitting, I began to think of seducing Carla at the wedding.

The third and final fitting was also a final confirmation of Carla’s growing interest in my body, and it was pretty clear that she was developing quite a crush on me. At one point, when the dressmaker briefly left the fitting room to take a phone call, and Carla and I were naked apart from our panties, I managed to contrive an opportunity to remove mine. I turned my back to Carla in apparent modesty, and bent from the waist only, keeping my legs straight, as I rolled the panties down my legs.

I knew that she could see the swell of my completely-shaven pussy mound and the base of my slit – with my labia visibly puffy and parted. I heard her sigh desire. I took a glance in the mirror and saw that Carla had thrust her hand so hard into her panties that they were pushed down, and I could see that she was finger fucking herself. When I slowly straightened and turned – giving her a full view of my cunt from the front – she had had time to straighten her panties and remove her hand, but there was a telltale damp patch at her crotch. Seconds later, Carla excused herself to visit the bathroom, I swiftly crossed the room and put my ear to the toilet door. I heard the moans of a girl's finger fucking herself to a rapid climax, and when she came – to my delight – it sounded like she was saying my name, “Brenna”, over and over.

Sometime after the wedding, Carla told me that she had begun to suspect that I might be a lesbian after the second fitting session, and had wondered if the views of my tits and pussy I had afforded her were a come-on, but she was afraid she was reading too much into it. It was only after I touched her ass at the wedding reception that she had been sure. And, she said it was hard for her to contain her when I suggested that we go together to my room.

In my bedroom at the wedding hotel, I reached up to unpin Carla’s hair. I removed the comb and pins that were holding her coiffure in place. Released, her hair spilled down over her shoulders in a wave, and I ran my hands through its silky fineness.

I turned Carla gently around so that she was facing away from me, and then with a single slow pull I drew the zipper of her bridesmaid dress down from the back of her neck to the base of her spine. It gaped open but remained hanging from her shoulders. I stepped up behind her slipped my hands inside her dress and reached around and cupped her small breasts. Carla stiffened for a moment before relaxing against me and letting the erotic sensations carry her away.

I teased Carla’s tits, kneading her now-hardened nipples between my fingers and I felt her slump against me. She was giving in to the eroticism of the moment. I eased her dress over her shoulders neatly down to her ankles.

I now had full access to her perky little breasts and pointy nipples. I resumed tweaking and teasing her breasts, heightening her arousal. I kissed the back and sides of her neck, and then in a whisper asked her to undress me as well.

Carla hastened eagerly to comply, and with slightly shaking hands she undid the zipper of my dress and slowly lowered it down over my hips. I stepped out of it. Now, we were both reduced to just our panties and the plain white girlish knee-highs which we had worn under our dresses. Carla reached forward and gently pulled my nipples, with an expression of wonder on her face. She looked as if this was a dream come true.

She later told me that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my body after we met at the first fitting session when I had stripped off in front of her. Since then, she had masturbated almost every night as she dreamed that I was making love to her.

“Oh, Brenna!” she exclaimed, “You’re so gorgeous, so beautiful!”

I took a gentle grip of Carla’s upper arms and steered her backward to the large bed. When the backs of her calves encountered the side of the bed, she quickly scrambled onto the mattress. I joined Carla on the bed, easing her down onto her back and then lying down alongside her. I began with gentle kisses, just brushing my lips against hers and not trying to get my tongue into her mouth. She stirred with arousal, and I was delighted when she opened her mouth to me and her tongue slipped between my lips.

I let one hand drag across her left breast, which was on the side furthest from me. I began by tracing my finger around its circumference, trailing one fingernail over her smooth pink skin. I watched as her nipple became even stiffer. I let my fingers brush across her tit, and she broke our kiss to give a little squeal – followed by another cry as I took a firmer hold of her breast, cupping the palm of my hand over it, and simultaneously compressing and massaging it.

“Oh god, yes!’” she gasped, “Oh, that feels so good!”

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To be continued ...