When Aurora is invited to a bridal shower, she thinks she’s in for a boring night—until she lays on the bride-to-be. Samantha is shy, cute, innocent, and beautiful, and Aurora’s in love. By the end of the night, Aurora plans on giving Samantha one amazing bridal gift—a night of passion with a lesbian. Contains explicit lesbian sex including a sexy strip tease and lap dance, tribbing, and cunnilingus.
It took another fifteen minutes of rush-hour traffic to reach the West End, the part of Tacoma that bordered the Narrows, the skinniest part of the Puget Sound. The bridal shower was being held at the bride-to-be’s tiny, brown house near Point Defiance just off Pearl Street. A group of cars already crowded her small driveway and the curb out front.
“We’re late,” huffed Ruth.
“Well, someone wanted to make a pit stop.”
She giggled wickedly, “And what a fun pit stop it was.”
The rain had let up to a mere drizzle, which I barely felt since my red hair was still a damp mess. Ruth gave a shriek like it was the monsoon rains that had soaked me. Baby. She raced around her car, popped open her trunk, and pulled out two presents covered in cream wrapping paper tied with lilac ribbons.
“I didn’t know I needed to bring a gift,” I groaned.
“You’ve never done a bridal shower before?”
“It’s like a bachelorette party, right?”
“Kinda. But without the male strippers, and you have to give gifts. You know, the shower part of the name.”
“Right, like a baby shower.” I felt like an idiot. “Well, now I’m going to look like an asshole.”
Ruth shoved one of the presents into my hands “Yours is a toaster. I know you’re hard on cash, so don’t worry about it. Only twenty bucks at Walmart.”
“Thanks!” I beamed. “You’re the best!”
“I know,” she sighed. “It’s a burden that all Jewish lesbians are forced to bear.”
“I thought that just made you good with money and woodworking.”
Ruth laughed and slapped my shoulder. “What’s an Irish lesbian good at?”
“Getting drunk,” I shouted, spreading my arms wide. “And woodworking. You know how much I love hardwood floors!”
“Dirty ho,” Ruth giggled. “C’mon, let’s get inside. I’m tired of getting soaked.”
“Ruth, it’s barely misting. You’d have to stand out here for an hour just to feel anything.”
“Fine. It’s cold. So stop stalling and let’s go have some fun.”
Nervous flutters went through me; I wasn’t going to know anyone here, and that was putting me a little on edge. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any uptight, religious women who had a hard-on against homosexuals.
Ruth rang the doorbell. I could hear laughs and giggles coming from inside. The front door opened and a bubbly brunette was there, champagne flute in one hand, and exclaimed, “Ruthie!” and caught my friend around the neck and pulled her in for a hug.
“Hey, Issy,” Ruth answered, struggling to free herself; it seemed a losing battle. “This is my friend, Aurora.”
“Right, your ‘friend’,” Issy snickered. “We don’t care that you’re gay, Ruthie. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” my friend answered, rolling her eyes.
“So, how long have you two been dating?”
“No, she’s really my friend,” Ruth grunted, finally wiggling out from her friend’s embrace, her bushy hair even more mussed. “I can have female friends, Issy! Seeing as I’m friends with you.”
“Right,” Issy nodded, then she threw that arm around me and pulled me to her, smashing my face against the crook of her neck. “Happy to meet you, Aurora.”
“The same,” I croaked.
“Let’s go say hi to everyone else, Issy,” Ruth said, prying her arm up so I could escape and catch my breath.
“Right, right,” Issy nodded. “Follow moi.”
I gave Ruth a look and she shrugged.
Issy led us into a crowded living room. There were three women crowded on the couch, each holding champagne flutes, another two squeezed into a love seat, two others sat on folding chairs, and a beautiful woman with a porcelain face framed by blonde hair and set with two sapphire eyes as deep blue as the sea, sat quietly on a recliner; a small, white veil perched on her head.
My heart stopped; I was in love.
She was so beautiful. I wanted her for my wife. I could just pop down on one knee and grab her hand, and propose to her right then and there. I bet it would brighten her day. Everyone else was having fun, laughing and shouting, but she sat quietly, a little uncomfortable about all the noise, like a frightened faun. If I could get her alone, I could make her beg to be my girl for the night.
She was definitely the submissive type.
“Everyone, Ruthie’s here!” Issy exclaimed. “And she brought a friend, Aurora. And no, Tonya, she’s not that sort of ‘friend’. Which is a shame since you two are so cute together.”
I actually blushed. “No. Just good friends,” I said.
“Stop being playing matchmaker, Issy” Ruth groused.
“I’ll get more chairs,” the bride-to-be said quietly, standing up.
“Nonsense,” Issy said, waving her back down. “It’s your night, let me go get them.” She paused. “Oh, before I go, Aurora, that’s Tonya, Britney, and Velma on the couch, Mindy and Georgina on the love seat, and that’s Zelda and Natty sitting on the chairs. Oh, and of course, Samantha’s our bride-to-be.”
Issy walked out; it was like the passing of a thunderstorm.
“Wow, she’s intense,” I breathed.
“I know,” Zelda, a Hispanic woman, sighed. “She kinda does what she wants, and you either get in line or get out of the way.”
“She put this entire thing together,” Britney added, adjusting her glasses.
The bride, Samantha, nodded.
“She’s the maid of honor because the rest of us were too scared to tell her no,” giggled stocky Velma, her face dusted with freckles.
“I heard that, Velma,” Issy said, walking in with a pair of folding chairs. “I’m the maid of honor because Samantha and I have known each other forever. Right?”
“Yes, Issy,” Samantha squeaked. I couldn’t wait to hear what she would sound like when my mouth was feasting on her treasures.
Issy planted me and Ruth in the chairs, mine next to the recliner Samantha sat in. She wore a long, dark skirt, her ankles and calves peaking out delectably. She had dainty feet. Champagne was poured and a flute shoved in my hand.
“Let’s get this party started,” Issy exclaimed.
“Yes, lets,” Mindy, a tall and curvy girl who was gorgeous, but I sensed a vapidness about her; she’d be too oblivious to my attempts at seduction.
“It’s time for charades!” cheered Issy.
I shot Ruth a glance and she just shrugged helplessly.
Issy divided us up into teams for charades. I was paired up Ruth, Samantha, Mindy, and a fourth woman whose name I kept forgetting. I had never played before, but it turned out to be a lot of fun watching Ruth try and mime what turned out to be ‘Shawshank Redemption’.
“Why did you say dildo?” Ruth wailed at me when the time ran up.
“Well, what else was I supposed to think?” I giggled, a little tipsy with champagne. “You kept making motions like you were working a dildo in and out of a woman.”
Samantha went crimson. “Y-you’ve done that, Ruthie?”
“Of course I have,” Ruth answered. “Aurora can tell you all about it.”
The bride’s eyes widened. “Are you gay, too?”
“Yep,” I smiled. “So what were you doing, Ruth?”
“I was stabbing someone,” she sighed, “with a shank.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay, I get that.”
Ruth narrowed her eyes at me.
Issy was up for her team, and they were like a well-oiled machine, guessing ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ with half the time remaining. A certain suspicion dawned on me—Issy had selected the teams, and she did seem like the ultra-competitive type.
I was up next, and I drew out the card and read, ‘I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It’. Well, at least I knew the song. Taking a deep breath, I stepped up and held up eight fingers, then I mouthed singing.
“It’s a song,” Ruth called out.
Now that I had the preliminaries out of the way—Book, Movie, Song—I could start miming out the rest of it. I wasn’t sure how. Well, I guess I should start at the beginning. I held up one finger.
“First word,” a dusky woman—Georgina, I think—called out.
I nodded, then pointed at myself.
“Boobs!” I gave Ruth a look. “Tits?” I shook my head at her.
Really? This was getting annoying. I tapped my chest.
“I?” a quiet voice asked.
I looked at Samantha, gave her the biggest smile I had, and nodded. She perked up a bit.
I held two fingers up. “Two!” Georgina—well, that’s what I’m calling her in my head—yelled. Then I puckered my lips.
“Kissing!” Ruth yelled. At least that one was easy.
Three fingers. “Third word!” Georgina again.
How was I going to get ‘a’ across? I tried making a pyramid with my fingers.
“Diamond!” Really, how did Mindy get that? Was she really that much of an airhead?
“Illuminati!” Ruth giggled. “I kissed Illuminati?”
Fuck it! I held up four fingers; Georgina shouted, “Fourth Word!”
I pointed at myself.
“I!” Of course, now that’s their first guess.
I kept pointing at my chest.
“Boobs!” Ruth laughed.
I pointed at my boobs, then at my crotch, and made a sort of circular motion around my entire form. “Woman?” Mindy asked. I snapped my finger, pointing excitedly at her.
I nodded vigorously.
“I Kissed a Girl and I liked It?” Samantha asked, barely heard over the others ladies.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. And before the night is through, Samantha, you’ll learn just how much you like kissing girls.
Our team lost charades in the end. Not surprising.
“Wasn’t that fun,” Issy clapped as her team celebrated their victory. “Next up is a spicy version of truth or dare!”
What was this, a sleepover?
“I have two bowls, one full of truths you have to answer, the other full of dares you have to perform. I’ll go first and take a truth.” Issy fished into the bowl. “Let’s see. ‘Who was your first kiss?’ Ohh, Trevor Yates, behind the gym. He was dreamy…”
Some of the girls giggled.
“See it’s easy. Now I’ll pick…Tonya.”
The plain-faced woman froze. “Eh, truth.”
“Chicken,” giggled Issy as if she hadn’t chosen the same.
Issy proffered the bowl to Tonya, who blushed after reading the scrap of paper. “I can’t answer that.”
“Then it’s a dare,” Issy said, holding up the other bowl.
“Fine. ‘When did you last get laid?’ Well, uh, last week.”
“Weren’t you on vacation last week?”
“Yes,” she stiffly answered.
“And didn’t you and your husband take separate vacations?” Issy grinned slyly.
She nodded, flushing.
“Oh, you naughty woman. You have to dish,” Issy giggled.
“The slip didn’t say that,” Tonya huffed. “So I choose, uh, Zelda to be humiliated next.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Issy smiled. “So you had a little fun without your hubby. We won’t tell, right ladies?”
“Right!” chimed a few of them.
This was like High School all over again as some of the women were really getting into it and others, like Samantha, weren’t. The poor bride was burrowed in her chair, almost afraid she’d get chosen. I was really starting to hate Issy; couldn’t she see how uncomfortable she was making her friend? Whose party was this supposed to be for?
Zelda took the dare, and blushed when she realized that she had to flash her breasts out the window for thirty seconds. They were a nice pair, round and creamy-brown, topped with dark nipples. She stood at the window, her eyes squeezed shut while everyone in the room laughed and giggled, well, everyone except Samantha.
“Is it time?” Zelda demanded, her voice tight. She flinched; a car drove by, its headlights shining through the window.
“Not yet,” Issy said, staring at her watch. “Okay, time.”
Zelda yanked her bra and shirt back down. “Ruthie, how about you.”
“Yeah,” Tonya slurred, a glass of champagne in her hand. “Let’s watch you get humiliated.” Tonya downed her drink then poured another.
“I’ll take truth,” Ruth smiled. “I’m not afraid to confess.” She dug in the bowl, pulled out her slip, and laughed wickedly. “All right, ‘what’s the wildest sexual thing you’ve done.’ Hmm, let me see… There was this cheerleader in college, a real, stuck-up bitch. Well, she got drunk and wanted to experiment, so I fucked her with a beer bottle up the ass while I went down on her pussy.”
Half the women blushed, the other half laughed raucously—Issy was the loudest. I knew the Cheerleader, Veronica, but I hadn’t heard that story before. How very naughty. I wish I had tumbled Veronica into bed…unless I had? I searched my memory, but I had so many conquests in college it was hard to remember them all.
“I bet she didn’t walk normally for a week,” Britney giggled, pushing up her glasses.
“Nope. But she loved it. I dated her for half my Junior year before she went back to loving guys. Anyways, I choose Aurora.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. “I’ll take a dare. I’m not sure you ladies could handle my wildest sexual experience.” It involved three other women and a garden hose. Issy proffered the dare bowl. I fished around. ‘Choose someone to kiss for thirty seconds.’ I laughed, and held the card up. “Who wants to be the lucky lady.”
Tonya blushed, licking her lips, and Issy tittered nervously, explaining, “I didn’t think we’d have two lesbians here. Maybe you should redraw.”
“No!” Zelda laughed. “It’s just a harmless kiss. Don’t be such a prude, Issy!”
“I’m not a prude! Well, Aurora, who’s it gonna be.”
“Why I think this is the bride’s party, so she should get the kiss.”
Samantha’s blue eyes widened as I walked over to her chair, and her pale cheeks colored. “I’ve never…”
“Shh, I’ll be gentle,” I promised, sitting on her lap, and putting my arms around her neck. “Ready to time me?”
“Yep. Five, four, three, two, one.”
Samantha licked her lips as I leaned in and gently captured her mouth. She didn’t know what to do as Issy and Ruth led the girls in clapping and cheering. I ignored them and concentrated on making this the best, sweetest kiss she had ever experienced. I nibbled on her lower lip, and used my tongue to tease her, while my fingers gently caressed her cheeks. Her head tilted, her blue eyes closed, then she shyly kissed me back.
Her lips worked against mine, and her tongue carefully, almost experimentally, pressed forward and flicked against my lips. I met it, caressing her tongue with mine. Then I pushed into her mouth, exploring her thoroughly as a heat flushed through my body, ending at the itch between my thighs. I wanted to kiss her—
“Time!” Issy shouted.
I didn’t want to stop; my heart soared. She was the one. I had to have her.
Sighing, I pulled away, Samantha a flushed mess, and giggled, “Sorry, I just love kissing a pretty girl.”
“I bet you do,” Zelda snickered.
“Let’s see, how about Samantha,” I smiled, getting off her lap.
“I…okay,” she whispered, her chest still heaving.
“I think someone liked it,” giggled Velma.
“She’s a very good kisser,” Samantha answered as Issy held up the two bowls to her. She reached into the truth bowl and fished out a piece of paper. She blushed, holding up the slip, and laughed. “Yeah, I’ve kissed a woman. Just a minute ago.”
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