Pre-Wedding Jitters

Kendra Spade sat still while her maid of honor, Charlotte Stokely, adjusted her gown. Her hands shook when she reached for the veil. Charlotte glanced at her in the mirror and asked if the nerves were wedding jitters. Kendra nodded, but the tremble in her thighs said otherwise. Charlotte dropped to her knees, lifted the hem of the white dress, and eased Kendra’s panties down. She dragged her tongue through wet folds with slow, steady strokes. Kendra gasped, spread wider, gripped the edge of the vanity. Old habits lit up fast. Every wet sound Charlotte made felt like it echoed off the walls. The door opened. India Summer stepped inside, took one look, and let the door click shut behind her. She crossed her arms. No words at first. Just the quiet knowledge that she had caught her future daughter-in-law with her legs spread and her best friend’s mouth buried between them. Kendra and Charlotte stumbled through excuses. India didn’t buy any of them. She said her son deserved the truth. Panic rushed in. Kendra begged. Charlotte swore. They both promised anything at all if India would keep quiet. India considered the offer, eyes drifting over Kendra’s bare cunt still glistening from Charlotte’s tongue. She wanted in. Right now. No discussion, no negotiation beyond that single condition. India stepped forward and caught Kendra’s nipple between her teeth while Charlotte resumed licking. Two mouths worked her open at once. Charlotte sucked her clit in steady pulses. India kneaded each breast, teeth and tongue relentless. Kendra moaned openly, hips lifting off the seat, fingers knotted in India’s hair, then Charlotte’s. The edge of release coiled tighter with every shared breath. When she came, her whole body jerked. Wetness spilled across Charlotte’s chin. India licked a stripe up her throat, tasted sweat and perfume and the tremor still rolling through Kendra’s core. The room stayed quiet except for three sets of lungs pulling hard for air. Kendra looked at India, heart still racing, and wondered whether silence would hold or if the taste they’d left on each other would slip out later anyway.