A Bridesmaid's Duty

Casey is getting married in weeks and her nerves are shot. Too much to do, too little time. She’s wound tight enough to snap. Chloe senses it and pulls her close, working tension from her shoulders with slow, steady pressure. But Casey cracks under the attention and blurts it all out. High school sweethearts, one partner only, never a chance to see what else is out there. The idea of another woman has haunted her. Chloe stays quiet until her hands slide lower and she finds Casey already slick. She curls two fingers inside her best friend and smiles. “We can’t do a threesome right now,” she whispers, “but I can still make you come.” Casey tries to protest, then moans instead as Chloe pushes deeper, finger curling just right. When the tongue replaces the fingers, Casey grabs the cushions and forgets her guest list, the caterer, everything. Chloe’s relentless. Casey arches, whimpers, breaks hard. Her hips keep rolling long after the orgasm passes, greedy for more, the panic gone for now, replaced by a throb Chloe has no intention of easing soon.