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The Perfect Wedding Day

“We need to go for a smoke now,” I informed Sarah. I noticed afterwards, as I stood there all alone, that it may have come across as a barked order. Mostly because I was the one that really needed to light up, as I was getting that ever-increasing anxious feeling, I knew it had been far too long since my last cigarette, and I really couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to smoke, there was no negotiating. There was one positive, it was not raining at least, and the sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm. We had feared the worst. Sarah had been very lucky; the weather was perfect, and it had been an amazing wedding day so far.

The ceremony was special and perfect. The words said were incredibly meaningful. The hymns were sweet. There had been a whirlwind of energy and excitement since leaving the church, watching them drive off together in the back of the car. They were going off to a pretty lake nearby for a few photos then going on to the hotel. I sneaked a cigarette walking back to Dan’s car. I needed one then too. I didn’t think Sarah got that opportunity.

The rest of us all made our way straight to the venue. There was a moment of calm in the car with Dan. I hadn’t seen him properly in twenty-four hours. We talked a bit, and I caught my breath back. Then, when we all arrived at the hotel there was a kerfuffle of organising everyone whilst waiting for the bride and groom to have their photos. I was then the chief sheepdog. With Sarah and Jeff back with us, I had a stressful time trying to find the stray aunties and nephews who had wandered off. It just made my need for a cigarette even greater. With the list finally complete and that process out of the way I determined that it was the opportune moment to have yet another smoke. All everyone was doing was trying to fill that awkward time between the photos and the wedding breakfast and the evening events. Because of the rushing round and busily talking to everyone, I had not had the opportunity. I was by then dying for a cigarette. Just waiting to find that moment where I could stop, stand still and enjoy a smoke. Also trying to ensure that I wouldn’t be photo’d looking like a drunken slag, all dressed up with yet another half empty glass of wine on the go along with a half-smoked fag hanging out my mouth. There were enough of those already on social media. I wanted to look stylish at the wedding, even with a cigarette.

Unfortunately, that risk of being caught by the camera with my eyes closed, screwing my face up mid smoke was highly possible as part of my role for the day- chief cigarette carrier. The job had been declared for me very early in the planning. I would be on standby as and when Sarah demanded a cigarette. We all knew that they would be required frequently. She smokes around a pack a day. I was the one that would be beckoned. As I was carrying the purse, with our pack and lighter. It gave me another sense of duty in the proceedings.

Sarah suggested that my idea was wonderful, that it was the perfect time for a smoke and that she would be right there. Meant I was then continuously and anxiously looking back towards the other guests wishing she would hurry up as I was in danger of smoking alone.

I had already lost Dan to the rest of the men at the bar where there was a queue. He was going to get me a large Pinot Grigio. We had promised each other to spend as much time together as possible for research. I was actually hoping to spend more time with Sarah. I hurried out in my high heels and garish reddish dress that Sarah had chosen for me to wear. It certainly wouldn’t have been my choice, I’ve gone for more subtle pinks for Sarah, so as to not clash with her hair. I finally reached the little garden. I was considerate enough to move away so as not to upset anyone with the smell as I enjoyed my delightfully bad habit with my best friend. I looked around, enjoying the well-tended flowers. I had a sudden thought of goodness knows what Sarah is feeling. All I knew was that the emotions of the day were getting to me. Even though I am chief bridesmaid or Maid of Honor I have predictably been sidelined a little since she walked down the aisle. Family and new husband come first. Everyone wanted a piece of celebration with Sarah.

It has to be said standing alone outside the hotel with the unlit cigarette between my lips is a strange feeling. I kept removing it thinking that she would appear any second. We could say hello, then maybe kiss and then light up together. Enjoy the magical moment in the glorious sunshine with my best friend.

Earlier we stood outside the large grey Rolls Royce that she had booked to get us and her dad to the church and power smoked four cigarettes back-to-back. Her mom and dad’s eyes were practically out on stalks in surprised annoyance. I am not sure what they expected. With the overdose of nicotine coursing through me, I felt rather giddy afterwards. We sprayed ourselves in body spray before getting in the car. bursa merkez escort Sarah still wanted to smell sweet walking down the aisle. The flowers I carried were beautiful and smelled delightful.

Our intense smoking session was the actual reason she was late to the church. We had been on time before that. It had to happen, there was not going to be a negotiation. We knew we’d had a long wait for our next smoke. It was like going on a long flight. I knew beforehand it would kill me the painful inability to light up.

My main role recently has been helping in organising Sarah, I’ve not had much to do with Jeff. I have spoken to Sarah in the past few months more than Dan. Every evening for what feels like minutes but could be hours. Sitting on the phone talking, making ever greater and outlandish wedding plans. Or more recently going around to her and sitting there with a bottle of wine and making the wedding favours. Much to Dan’s annoyance our own wedding planning had to go on the back burner to a certain extent. So much of my time has been devoted to Sarah. I have to admit that decision was partially through choice.

We had so much fun together. I am truly happy in her company; I feel at peace. That weekend in Spain was probably the best forty-eight hours of my life. Every single moment with her was bliss. From waking up beside her to finally passing out together. That special time together we kissed, we stroked, and I believe we fell in love with each other. We eventually made it down to the beach and swam together in the crystal-clear warm sea. Then passed out from tiredness on the hot sand. The evening meal of paella and more wine was followed by far too many cocktails in the bar. Our legs were entwined with each other all night. With undressing Sarah and taking her to bed. Kissing her from head to toe and then all the bits of sun burnt skin in-between. Every single stage of that weekend was a delightful moment of beauty.

Don’t get me wrong, it was nice to be back with Dan on Sunday evening. He kindly picked us both up from the airport. We were still slightly giddy on too much wine and too many delirious emotions; we were both brimming with excitement.

I genuinely didn’t know if that was that. A moment of madness in the sun. We spoke around the events in the bedroom and also gave each other several knowing looks at work during the following days. There is something about standing in the kitchen at work and getting those knowing glances. Then heading out to the smoking area together. There was her smile, and the longing touch of her skin against mine when taking the lighter from me. It was difficult not too; we had been so intimate with each other. Most nights I had played back in my head over and over again the times I kissed, touched and stroked every inch of her gorgeous body. Lying there with Dan deep inside me imagining it’s Sarah’s gorgeous body on top of me and not him. There is a problem. I am in love with Sarah.

I enjoy spending time in her company. Our smoke breaks at work are a magical moment together. Of course, Sarah is not my first, there was Elsie at university. She lived in the same tower block. I would always find her sitting on the stairs at the bottom smoking a rolled-up cigarette. After saying hello a couple of times, I began to stop and talk to her. To this day I look back fondly, sharing a cigarette and more than occasional kisses both on the doorstep and in our bedrooms. It’s how I developed my smoking habit. She graduated the year before me, so we lost touch. Also, as soon as I got a real job I upgraded to real cigarettes, I now like my Marlboros. Today, being with Sarah, she continuously makes my heart off a flutter. I love her.

There I have said it. I love Sarah from the bottom of my heart.

Today she looked amazingly beautiful and drop dead gorgeous in her fitted wedding dress. Her red hair was done stunningly. It all proved that even after a bottle of cheap prosecco we had chosen well. We spent hours choosing our dresses. We arrived at ten in the morning, and it was well past three o’clock before we left. We had been there for so long that the owner of the shop was convinced we were getting married together. It was just a fun time being there with Sarah and an endless glass of fizz trying on several different dresses.

It was my idea that we gave up taking turns getting undressed and then dressed in the same small cubicle and then comparing and seeing what the dresses looked like. In my head it was just a matter of saving time. Plus, for me it had been far too long, a matter of a couple of weeks, since our weekend away.

All I knew was there was something missing in my life. There was nothing wrong with living with Dan, nothing at all. But kissing and hugging him and climbing into bed just wasn’t the same as it was with Sarah. I found that I had a Sarah shaped hole in my life. Even spending time with her at work, I actively waited for her calls once home. bursa escort kızlar Talking to her afterwork made my life feel better. Gave me purpose, I was then content.

It wasn’t my fault that we kissed when standing in the cubicle, Sarah had started to be tactile with me when helping me get dressed. Her fingers touched me first. It may have been an innocent caress against my breasts when pulling up the hem. I waited for it to happen again, it did, and as she touched me, there was excitement in her eyes. I instinctively then just had to kiss her back. From the grin on Sarah’s face, she didn’t complain.

That was the advantage of sharing in the changing room. We looked at each other for a while. Quietly grinning, it was then that there were more hugs and kisses that kept coming as we went from dress to dress. We stole when we thought we were not being watched. It was a genuine special moment to find ourselves standing in the little dressing room together in just our underwear. We tried to quietly shush ourselves but ended up loudly giggling. It didn’t take long for our warm bodies and waiting lips to connect.

The shop assistant brought us another couple of dresses to try. Giggling, we went back into the cubicle and got undressed. I only tugged Sarah’s panties down her thighs a little bit, and with a quiet delicious whimper she spread her thighs a little to let my fingers slide inside her. I too felt wet between my own legs. With gentle strokes she soon was extremely moist to touch. My fingers rubbed against her red pubes as the tips delved into her delightful wet warmth. I was responding ever more to her cute little sexy moans. Pressing harder as she passionately kissed me back. It was exciting sex in the cubicle. We then might have squealed a little too loudly. Then giggling suggested out loud it was because of the choice of exciting dress which was still on the hanger untouched before kissing again.

It was then my turn. I felt her long fingers migrate to my thighs, she teased and circled me before two fingers slid inside me. It was amazing as we were just hiding behind the flimsy curtain in the cubicle. I couldn’t help but moan. It was both reckless and exciting. We were getting further undressed stroking each other when we were meant to be getting redressed in the next dress. We had promised ourselves a cigarette break very soon.

That was the aim, but instead we were fingering ourselves silly. Wine needs to go with cigarettes. Not to have amazing sex every time we drink. I knew going forward I needed to make this rule stick, otherwise we would get in trouble. But Sarah is amazing, and I enjoy her touching me and truly love the tingling feelings I get from kissing her.

When the dress fell off the hanger and clattered on the floor we stopped, we giggled and got ourselves sorted.

An expensive but fun shopping experience I was extremely turned on and may have been a little tipsy. At the beginning they offered us coffee as an alternative. In hindsight we should have drunk that. After buying the dresses, we walked out the door hand in hand, then lit our cigarettes, as we waited for a taxi. Our cars would stay parked a little longer. We’d get them the next day.

Standing there in my bridesmaid dress, I knew I needed more to drink, I was both wanting Dan to hurry up yet also stay away. There was much more of the day to go. I was outside the hotel getting ever more impatient. Just thinking of Sarah standing next to me was making me excited, I was turning myself on just imagining her hands grabbing me, then passionately and lovingly kissing me. Sarah was meant to be following me. She promised to, as I knew Sarah would be needing a cigarette. As I did. She was there a minute ago. I was getting incredibly antsy, I had promised to wait. We do most things together now.

Speaking of which, I am jealous of Sarah’s honeymoon plans. They are spending two weeks together in the Maldives. The sex, snorkelling, sunbathing, sounds truly exotic. One thing I do know from what she has said, Sarah would definitely have more fun with me. But we had a great time together on the hen doo. I booked our friends into twin rooms and got my own back on Sarah. I booked a double room for us. This time on purpose. It was a nervous couple of weeks waiting for people to pay me back.

There was no conversation to be had with Sarah. The treat was all mine.

We had been looking at each other for the whole trip down. Her legs kept touching mine. The last time we had been intimate was when buying the dress. There seemed to be multiple reasons for our hands to keep colliding. Each time a glass was refilled our fingers would slide by each other. She would tell a story, afterwards my thighs would be squeezed. Then our eyes would lock on with each other, there would be a warm smile for a millisecond afterwards.

The girls were good to wait for us to have another quick smoke outside. We had already lit up as soon as we got off the train. I just needed one more. We were eventually all checked in. No sooner had we waved goodbye to the others hurriedly, got the door open and then importantly firmly closed with the loud click. We were finally alone in our bedroom.

I turned around to the biggest grin and we were then kissing. Our time was meant to be a brief dumping of the bags and maybe time to reapply makeup, before heading out for a big night of drunken fun.

We had other ideas. I had told everyone that Sarah needed to get dressed up for the evening. We would take a little longer. Her dexterous fingers got me naked within seconds. I helped with my bra. In truth I couldn’t get myself undressed that quickly.

We then fell onto the bed.

“Can I wear these on the day?” Sarah asked, lying on the bed as she slid my boring blue cotton leg cut panties down my legs. I had put them on to be comfortable, rather than sexy on the journey.

“Why?” I queried sitting up, and my fingers gently stroked her bare skin, dancing around a few freckles of her face.

“Lizzy, I’m thinking of something borrowed, something old and something blue. They are perfect.”

“They are not THAT old?”

She raised an eyebrow. It dismantled me. The elastic hem had several obvious white threads that had started to fray on the edges. They could have been rather old. I genuinely couldn’t remember buying them.

“Of course you can.” I grinned.

I watched as my worn panties went straight in her bag. I had several spare pairs with me, I wasn’t going to worry. I was planning on wearing a sexy red thong for the evening.

Sarah then crawled forwards and kissed my inner thighs, then moved up and kissed my belly and then with her hand on my breasts, straddled my hips and kissed me on the lips.

At that moment we needed each other. It had been too long. With our lips together we fell onto the bed and wrapped our arms around each other. I don’t know how long we were there on the bed breathless kissing each other. It was fun and enthralling. Eventually we paused as the door was loudly banged on. “Hurry up, we are ready to go out,” came the shout.

The small problem: We were very much still naked lying on the bed, our bodies, lips and tongues intertwined. “On our way,” was the muffled shout back. Before we quietly moaned as we hurriedly kissed again.

I find the sex with Sarah is so much better than with Dan. Yes, he is masculine, yes, he has a large throbbing cock that reaches places Sarah’s delicate fingers can’t. But where he smells of sweat and grunts, she moans and smells of flowers. I find myself bewitched; she is delightful. Sarah is gorgeous. Her fingers know exactly what to do, there is no fumbling around, there is precision, like a surgeon, there is grace. She knows exactly how to turn me on something rotten. As she does it to me time and again.

I was now standing there on my own, tucked around the corner of the grand hotel desperate for a cigarette. I had another problem, just thinking about Sarah meant I was getting aroused and wet just thinking about her naked body climbing on top and her delightful dexterous fingers furiously fucking me. I had promised Sarah that I would wait. I was waiting. I was also anxious. I wanted to get back to the action. Ultimately to hang out with Sarah. I also needed to light up. It was a case of contemplating smoking two, one at that moment and another when she arrived.

The two of us spend most of the night outside the bars drinking and continually smoking. We had persuaded Sarah to dress in the typical Hen do outfit of a cheap white dress, and veil with large red L plates stapled to her back, and carrying round with her an inflatable dildo. The other girls would bring us drink after drink. It was extremely good fun as we laughed and giggled our way from pub to pub. We got louder and more raucous as the drinks flowed and night progressed.

The plan worked, the hens and I got Sarah very, very, drunk. But it was my responsibility as chief hen to get her back to the hotel room safely. I did. Well, what I remember about it. I had a vague memory of her lying on her back in just her underwear with her legs and arms spread on the bed and me fighting her to get her dress off her lower half. Sarah only had one priority. Kissing and groping me. I was not going to complain. She was so drunk she was incapable of doing much more than that. She was extremely interested in my breasts. I was not complaining, but when you were in the process of steering her to the bathroom her loving lips licking my nipples was a little distracting. I can remember helping her sit upright on the toilet as we kissed and then not bothering with makeup removal or teeth, helping her up and putting her on the bed.

In the morning neither of us were in much of a fit state.

For speed we then took turns in the shower, if we had gone in together, we would have had too much fun and taken far longer. Eventually we got dressed and met up with the others downstairs. After a very much-needed cigarette, we all headed to the nearest greasy spoon cafe for a full-on English breakfast. I don’t want to question how many calories we had consumed that weekend. But I felt amazing afterwards.

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