Just Another Bridesmaid *Need a player*

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Just Another Bridesmaid *Closed*

OOC:

Amber Raines 28 5'3 130 lbs 34 B breasts, full hips Honey blonde hair that just brushes her shoulders, dark brown eyes, freckles.

Amber's cousin is getting married, and here she is, just a bridesmaid again. This makes the fourth wedding she's been in this year, and she's the oldest, still-single female in her group. The saddest thing is, is that she doesn't even have a prospect in sight. Her painting has taken up so much of her time and energy that the thought of even looking for a date hasn't crossed her mind. But it seems that whenever she dons yet another bridesmaid's dress, a melancholy fills her and makes her wonder when it will be her turn to be the blushing bride, and not just another bridesmaid.

IC:

Not again. I sat in the corner of the room watching as my 22 year old cousin Teresa giggled her way into the frothy confection of tulle and satin she called a wedding dress. I shook my head as her tearful mother buttoned up the mother of pearl fastenings along the back of the dress. I couldn't bear this again. Not another fucking wedding. This made the fourth one in as many months. This horrible concoction of navy satin and lace made the fourth lousy dress I'd had to buy for my role in a wedding. Yet I couldn't seem to say no. It had began with Maria, my long time friend. At least I'd been her matron of honor. But after Lisa, Donna, and now Teresa I'd sunk to the level of just another bridesmaid. And all I had to show for the thousand dollars I'd spent were four godawful dresses I'd never wear again.

Hearing my name called, I stood and went to Teresa's side. Her mother, my aunt Wendy, asked me to run out to the car to get Teresa's shoes. Somehow they'd been left behind in the rush to make it into the church before her husband to be had seen her. I thought about protesting, telling her that it was the maid of honor's job to be the fucking gopher, but then I thought better of it. Why make everyone else miserable just because I was. So, instead, I simply nodded and left the room, easing out just in case the groom was lurking nearby.

Matt had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Now he was marrying my ditzy cousin. I'd expected more out of him. I lifted the hem of my dress as I made my way down the hall toward the entrance to the church. When I was halfway there, I heard my name being whispered. Stopping I looked around, and then saw the door hidden behind a tall potted tree. Matt's face was peering around the corner, his hand motioning for me to join him in the room. I laughed at the frightened expression on his face, and then I slipped behind the plant and into the small room with him.

"What's up Matt? Scared?" I joked, pushing his shoulder playfully.

"More than you can imagine Amber. What if I'm doing the wrong thing?" He asked, his dark brown eyes on mine.

I sighed and sat on the couch that was pressed against the far wall. What was I supposed to say to him now? I wondered. Even though I felt he was making a mistake, I couldn't tell him that. No way. I bit my lip and thought hard, fighting the urge to tell him to run fast and far away. I didn't even notice when he sat down beside me on the sofa.

OOC:

Lethe has decided to join me in this one. It's been awhile for me, so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. Be patient with me.

Candy

 

[Lethe]

Matt sat down beside Amber unthinkingly, trying not to crease the lines of his tuxedo. Her slender body was warm next to his, and he found it reassuring to just sit there a while, and catch his breath. She'd always been there for him.

"It's just... I dunno. Teresa's great but... I just haven't known her that long, and this was all kind of a spur of the moment thing..."

He'd met Teresa, in fact, at a party at Amber's about six months ago. They'd been celebrating the sale of one of her paintings to a major gallery. Matt ran a hand through his smooth, dark brown hair, and smile at Amber warmly, putting a hand on hers.

"So, basically, I guess I just want a bit of encouragement. Remember back in high school, when we were putting on Into the Wods and I got stage-fright, and you had to talk me into... okay, that's a dumb analogy. I'm getting married, for God's sake..."

He was still nervous, but gradually calming. He left his hand on Amber's, as though to keep himself steady.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

IC:

I placed my hand over Matt's, stroking it gently, trying to reassure him. "Matt, it's going to be ok. You love each other, right? And don't they say love conquers all?" I squeezed his hand and then let it go. "Come on now, if you didn't want this you wouldn't have asked her to marry you. Think about all the reasons you love her...all the things you want to spend the rest of your life with."

I stood up, tugging on his hand to make him stand with me. He was several inches taller and I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"You're one of my best friends Matt, you can do this. And you deserve to be happy." The words came out of my mouth, but did I truly believe them? My cousin was a little flighty. I don't think I ever remembered her being faithful, but again I couldn't say that to him. Family came first, even if they were the bad guy. I wanted to tell him that maybe he was making a mistake, possibly the biggest one of his life, but I couldn't make the words come out. I didn't have a clue what to say to him. Matt knew me, he would know I was lying. So, instead, I just hugged him again, my cheek pressed against his broad chest, his heartbeat pounding in my ear.

 

[Lethe]

Matt looked down at Amber, her arms wrapped tightly around him. He affectionately tucked a strand of her honey blonde hair behind her ear, an old gesture between them, then gathered her up in his own arms and pulled her close, making her squeak, and slightly crumpling her bridesmaid's dress.

"You're right, of course", he whispered into her ear, "I'm just... I'm just nervous"

On impulse, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was like a tiny spark of electricity on his lips and for a moment, he just wanted to lean forward and kiss her on the lips. Angry with himself for the thought, he only then realised the pleasure Amber's breasts and body, pressed against his own, were bringing him. The embrace had stretched a little beyond a hug, yet somehow Matt couldn't bring himself to break it and step away.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Amber:

When Matt's lips brushed over my cheek, I had to fight the urge to turn and press my lips against his. My heartbeat quickened and I moaned under my breath as I felt my curves held snug against his firm body. Never before had Matt affected me this way, never had there been this electricitiy. We'd grown up together and not once had we even kissed. But this sensation was new. A burning in the pit of my stomach, something that I'd only felt once before, years ago. And here it was again....lust so keen it was causing me physical discomfort. I tightened my thighs, hoping the throbbing that had begun between them would dissipate, but it didn't help. My eyes lifted to meet his, and I swallowed hard when I realized the same desire I was feeling was burning in his dark eyes.

"No...." I murmured under my breath before stretching up on tiptoe and crushing my lips against his.

 

[Lethe]

The moment Amber's lips touched his, a wave of lust overwhelmed Matt, driving rational thoughts from his mind. He returned the kiss passionately, clasping the back of her head. She gave muffled moans of pleasure from deep in her throat.

When they broke off, gasping for air and still holding each other tightly, Matt was using his other hand almost unconsciously to tug down the satin and lace of her dress' front, exposing her perfect breasts.

"We can't... do this", he said, trying to make himself stop the movements of his hand, now gently caressing the back of her neck.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Amber:

My breath was coming in short gasps and my lips still tingled from the touch of his. I could feel one of his hands caressing my neck and the other one working on the top of my strapless dress. Suddenly I felt cool air wash over my already stiff nipples, causing them to tighten even more. I looked down to see Matt's large hand slide down and cup my right breast, his thumb teasing over the nipple. Moaning, I curled my fingers into his arms, arching my back so that my naked bosom pressed into his palm.

Hearing him groan, I grasped the back of his head in one of my hands and tugged his face down so that our mouths once again meshed together. His tongue found mine and I kissed him thoroughly, our tongues swirling around together, his fingers squeezing the nipple of my exposed breast.

Breaking the kiss again, I pushed him backward until he fell clumsily onto the sofa. For some reason, lust had overtaken my body, and I had to have him. It seemed apparent now that he and I should have done this a long time ago. I'd just been too afraid. When Jim had left me, Matt had been there to let me cry on his shoulder. And I had accepted it without a second thought. Now, though, I realized I loved him. And it'd only taken one kiss to show me that.

I quickly straddled him, tugging the long skirt of my dress up around my hips so that the tops of my stockings and the several inches of bare thigh was exposed to him. He opened his mouth to protest, but I grabbed his hands and placed them both over my heaving breasts.

"Touch me, Matt....make love to me. You know it's right...you feel it like I do." To prove my point I circled my hips on his lap so that we both could feel the erection growing in his tuxedo pants. "Now Matt, I want you now."