Chapter 8
Cheri was sitting at her dressing table without a single care in the world, touching up her makeup, making sure that everything, just everything was perfect for her and for Al on this incredible, special day.
This, after all, was the day that all of her adventures of late had added up to, the day, she realized, that she had been waiting for all her life. She looked in the mirror once again, for what must have been the five hundredth time that day, to assess her appearance, to make sure that she was as perfect as she knew Al hoped she would be. Yes, she thought, I'm ready.
The beautiful girl in the mirror smiled back from the mirror, too, radiant in her ivory lace bride's gown with the seed pearls that adorned the neck and the bodice. Nothing but the best for my wife, Al Monte had said, and he had meant it; the dress had set him back thousands, but he had insisted even over Cheri's protests that nothing that imagine was necessary for her. And now Cheri was intent that it should be the same for Al, nothing but the best for him. They would have a beautiful ceremony that would go off without a single hitch, and then, tonight, they would fuck like no one had ever fucked before. Nothing but the best.
It was amazing, truly amazing, how things had worked out, even against all the crazy, impossible odds. For one thing, there was Al. If, when Cheri had first met Al Monte in the office, someone had said to her, "That dude is going to be your husband ... ," she would have never, could have never believed it for a moment. The way she saw Al then, he was too old, too fat, too ethnic; he was nothing at all like the pseudo-California beach boys that Cheri had always favored, the muscular jocks who had never had much to say and that Cheri had been thankful that they didn't. Michael Blade, for instance; the ass-hole who had pulled a quickie for her every morning for God knows how long. Al was nothing like Michael Blade, nothing whatsoever, and for that she was awfully grateful.
You had to know Al to really appreciate him, to really get the feel for him. Al was ... Al ... Well, he kind of grew on you, Cheri thought. It took awhile, as it did with some people. She remembered the look on Betty's face when she had first introduced Al to her at a party they had thrown in honor of their engagement, the look that said: "Him?" Well, yes, him. And Bob, it was the same way. She knew that Bob just didn't have a clue why she had chosen Al and not him. Didn't he have everything on Al, except for bags of money? The fact was, it didn't matter. She had chosen, and she wasn't going back on her choice, she wasn't even looking back.
Veronica had sure had some choice comments to make about Al-she had known Al in a business capacity for quite some time-but Cheri knew that all of those sour grapes stemmed from jealousy. She knew that Veronica was really starting to enjoy the hot relationship that had developed between the both of them, especially after the way it had intensified at the lesbo party, and was sorry to see it end. If it had been up to Veronica, that round of wild sister fucking-sister parties would have gone on into the next century.
Veronica even admitted, although without a trace of spite, that she was in love with Cheri and had been for a very long time, but that whatever it was that Cheri wanted, she could live with it. As she had put it, fuck, she would have to! She didn't have any choice! They could still be, she hoped, friends and business associates. Cheri had told her, honestly, that that could never end, at least the friends part.
Her life as a secretary was destined to terminate after she was Mrs. Al Monte, hell, it would have been pretty hard to work in the same office as Kuhlman after she had decked him!
And then, after the crazy and extended fucking bout with Betty and Bob that signalled that they had forgiven her, that they had finally understood why she had acted the way she had, there had been that tearful reunion with them. Shit, even Bob was on the verge of crying! Betty had admitted that she too was in love with Cheri, had been for forever and a day, and made pretty much the same commitment as did Veronica, that the marriage was not going to sever their friendship. Betty said that they would always remain best friends, and Cheri told her that that was the way it would have to be. Sometimes in this life you don't get to keep your cake and eat it too, was the phrase that Betty had chosen to describe the change in their relationship.
Al's divorce was finalized under the "able" representation of William St. John Kuhlman, and Al didn't even seem to much mind that the ex-Mrs. Monte took him to the cleaners financially. Now that Cheri had said she would marry him, he said it seemed like his whole life was starting over and he just couldn't give a fuck about losing a few bucks.
As Cheri sat in front of the mirror, playing with, making sure that the veil was affixed just right, she thought she heard the door opening, then disregarded it. She wasn't sure, then realized it was probably one of the bride's maids and went back to primping and making sure every detail was just right. It wasn't one of the bride's maids, however.
Looking into the mirror, Cheri saw her step into the room. Cheri didn't really know how to react seeing the woman there because, somehow, she knew that Betty had not just come to wish her the best on her marriage, and to give her a friendly parting kiss. That just wasn't Betty's style to do things that way. Betty, without a doubt, had something else up her sleeve and, frankly, Cheri was not too certain that she wanted to find out what it was.
But Cheri just had to smile. It was Betty, all right, with that wild mischievous smile of hers, and that challenging stance that she knew so well, standing there in the doorway, looking totally out of place in the dress she had worn to the wedding. This was possibly the first time that Cheri had ever seen Betty in a dress in all the time she had known her! No, Betty hadn't changed, she thought, but Cheri had.
Cheri turned and said, "Betty ... It's so fucking good to see you! I'm glad you're here, I'm glad you're here to see your fuckup friend off...." Cheri tried to sound as devil-may-care as Betty looked, but somehow her voice betrayed her concern.
"C'mon, Cheri ... You're no bigger of a fuckup than I am, but you've got the happy ending to fall back on! I'm the one who blew it by never telling you that I was fucking crazy in love with you...."
Cheri paused. It was a little difficult to face because, after all, she had loved Betty, too. She started to add "in another way" but then, like one other time when she had wondered about her motives, she questioned whether it had been in another way. Maybe she had loved Betty in exactly the same way that Betty had loved her, in exactly the same way that Veronica had loved her, too. Every time Cheri thought about it she got confused: was she a lesbian? Wasn't she? It finally had gotten to the point where she didn't even care any longer.
She did know one thing; that she had something else entirely planned.
"Anyway," Betty said, "I didn't come here to try and fuck up your plans, make you cry and make you ruin your beautiful fucking makeup job, or anything...."
Cheri had to laugh out loud to keep from crying. "But I was just remembering those times we had, and I was thinking about what the house would be like without you stinking it up with your paints, and you bitching about all of the teddy bears laying around and all that, and I decided...."
Cheri waited. "You decided?"
"Well," Betty said, "I decided to come here before you tied the knot, and maybe have one last time with you, maybe to make one last play. I thought that there could be something special...."
To Cheri there was only one little problem. It sounded too good, it sounded too fucking good. She thought that she would be unable to summon up the words to tell Betty that she couldn't, but she blurted out:
"Betty, I can't, I...."
But it was too late. Betty was next to her now and holding her close, holding her tightly, and her hands were all over the other woman's ass, mauling her ass-cheeks right through the billowing fabric of the wedding gown. Cheri was still trying weakly to protest, but now the protesting was not coming easy because she wasn't sure that this wasn't what she wanted, too. If only because Betty deserved it, if only because she loved Betty so fucking much!
Betty brought her mouth to Cheri's neck and pulled her close, grinding her crotch into the other woman's. Then Cheri just let everything in the world go. She pushed back her veil and put her mouth to Betty's, letting her tongue slide between the other woman's open lips and taste that delicious mouth, to let her hands grab Betty, too. Betty ground her crotch against Cheri and she could feel the mound of Betty's warm pubis right through the folds of the wedding gown. Reaching down and, gasping as Betty licked her mouth and neck, she put her hand on Betty's crotch and kneaded it hard through the dress, running her fingers over the other woman's pussy, squeezing it, feeling distinctly that hot hairy bulge as it pressed against her right through the fabric.
"Betty," she husked out, "fuck me ... Fuck me the way you fucked me before ... Fuck me one last time ... Fuck me like we never have before ... Fuck me the best...."
Betty pulled the bodice of Cheri's wedding dress down and once again feasted her eyes on those huge tits that she loved. Her hands molded and raked them as she kissed, licked, worshipped the big, blush-pink nipples, their spikes jabbing outward and quivering stiffly in the air as Betty molded her friends boobs in her hands. Cheri's crotch was pounding involuntarily against her friend's pussy and now she was begging:
"Fuck me, Betty; please, fuck me...."
Betty was angling around her and Cheri's hands went out to the dressing table to support herself.
"The door...." she said, anxiously, "if anyone comes through the door...."
Betty smirked. "I locked it, roomie...." and then she lifted up the back of Cheri's dress, exposing the other woman's silken clad ass-cheeks, her hose and white garter clad legs, tossing the silken train to one side. Cheri felt Betty's fingers working over her already-hot ass-cheeks, peeling down her panties to give her a much better eyeshot of the woman's naked ass, better access to her ass and cunt that she was so desperately hungry for.
"There's sure a lot of this dress to contend with," Betty said, laughing, and then she knelt down below and Cheri felt her swipe her hot tongue up and down the already humid split of her ass, over and over. Cheri gasped and rose on her toes as her friend angled that tongue of hers lower to probe into into her ass, into her pussy, eating, chewing, sucking, gasping out her own pleasure as her friend ground her anus into her face, her nose. Cheri leaned farther over and Betty buried her face into the other woman's ass, gasping, grinding her teeth and lips into Cheri's pink puckered anus, into the beginning of her pussy slash.
Cheri wriggled with the glorious sensations, her ass and thighs minutely palpitating with pleasure. She could feel her pleasure rising, building....
"Yeah, baby," she begged, "shove it in ... Shove that tongue of yours into me, shove it deep, shove it hard,. . Eat my ass out...." Betty nuzzled her nose, her face into Cheri's ass, and she did let her tongue slide in, burrow deeply into the tightness and the fragrant musk of the tight pink little hole. She toyed, twiddled at the pucker of her ass-hole with her snaking tongue, then she lifted her fingers and let them slide into the other girl's cunt, wedging them deep, burrowing them in, sliding them in and out of the wet, fragrant channel, frictioning them up and down and letting the digit of her thumb dawdle Cheri's clit until the other woman was ready to scream. Cheri's ass was wobbling and jerking involuntarily and her cunt felt hotter than it had ever felt in her life. Cheri grabbed her own tits, satisfying herself, running her fingers over one naked, exposed boob, twisting, distorting the nipples in her fingertips, and began to buck her hips as Betty ate out her ass and slid her long, talented fingers into her pussy crack, jerking it in and out, driving it hard up her slot. Wow! She felt like her pussy was red hot, steaming, each stroke of the other woman's driving fingers, of her tongue burning the inside of her pussy up and practically driving her crazy!
"I just had to prove it to you one more time...." Betty moaned, ramming her fingers into Cheri's cunthole, pulling her mouth away from Cheri's ass-hole only long enough to get the words out.
"Prove ... Prove what?" Cheri gasped, turning , around to gaze down on the woman kneeling behind her. "Babe, you had nothing to prove...."
"I just had to prove that I loved you...." Betty gasped, almost whimpering, and then reburied her face, her fingers going into overdrive into the other woman's pussy. Harder, harder, each of the strokes of her fingers were whacking and slapping into Cheri's wet pussylips, and the end of those fingers were kissing the far wall of her twat! At the same time Betty was burrowing her tongue up Cheri's ass, loving every second of it! Ramming her fingers into Cheri, she was picking up speed, arching and flailing her fingers high up inside of Cheri's cunt, tickling the walls with her waggling fingers, each stroke of her hand practically taking Cheri off of her feet, making her jerk and wobble as she held onto the edge of the dressing table to keep from falling over. Those fingers up inside Cheri were going wild, and with every motion they seemed to transmit electric shocks right through Cheri's body, her brain, until she was gasping, crying, going out of her mind with pleasure.
Cheri was gasping and yelping with each stroke, and suddenly she was possessed with a coolness, a thoughtfulness that made her wish that those strokes could have gone on forever. With Betty she knew they would ... Almost! The moment seemed poised, timeless. All she could hear was her own heart thumping and Betty's gasping breaths as she continued to ream out her ass-hole with her tongue and to friction Cheri's pussy out with her fingers, like she was giving her one hard, final, loving cunt' polishing that was going to have to last her for a very long time. She felt her twat and anus and her ass-cheeks clenching, grasping, and then she could feel the waves of delicious fire starting to pour up through her crotch in clutching fingers, like she had suddenly dipped her ass into a bucket of scalding water. And then Betty hung onto Cheri's hot, trembling legs for dear life and took her that last, long mile, panting, her tongue going smooth and wet and hard and fast like a pile driver working up, squirming up into Cheri's ass-hole, and her fingers jamming, driving, pounding into her cunt until she just couldn't take it any longer. She writhed on the end of Betty's driving fingers, on End of Betty's driving tongue and then she gasped back a scream behind her teeth as she sizzled with orgasm after orgasm going in shockwaves through her body, straight to her brain. Cheri yelped and begged for more as her orgasm burnt through her cunt, through her tits, through her brain, and Betty just kept ramming those fingers and tongue hard into home until long after her friend had cum and cum again. Somehow she just could not bring herself to pull those fingers, that tongue free from Cheri for the last time.
When Cheri walked down the aisle of the church later that afternoon, no one knew the meaning of that blissful little smile that was on her face. No one except Betty.