By sub01

"God, Carrie, you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen...!"

Carrie blushed and smiled at Jessie in the mirror.  She didn't feel like the most beautiful bride... she felt nervous and awkward.  Her stomach was in butterflies.  In two hours she would be marrying Evan, the love of her life, and a few hours after that...

"Jess, can I ask you a question?  A personal question?"

Jessie – her best friend and maid of honor – smiled.  "Of course, Carrie."

"Does it... does it hurt?  You know, the first time... with a man?"

"A little bit," Jessie nodded.

"Oh."

"But just a little..." Jessie smiled.  "And then it gets better.  Soooo much better."

Carrie felt relieved, if only a little bit.  "Oh.  Good.  I... I've been worried."

They were quiet for a long moment, Carrie sitting patiently while Jessie brushed and stroked her hair.  Evan loved her long, blonde hair.  Today, for their wedding, she was wearing it down, just how he liked.  And tonight... tonight he would feel its silken caress against his skin as he took her virginity...

Jessie met her gaze in the mirror.  "Carrie, you've... prepared yourself, right?"

Carrie frowned.  "What do you mean?"

Jessie hesitated, stroking Carrie's hair gently with the brush.  "I mean, for tonight.  For Evan."

"Like what?  I shaved, if that's what you mean..."

"Everywhere?"

"Mmm hmm.  Armpits and legs."  She'd spent a long time doing it, too.  She wanted to be perfect for Evan tonight.

Jessie smiled at her in the mirror.  "What about *between* your legs?"

Carrie frowned.  "Between my legs?"

"Yes," smiled Jessie.  "You know... your pubes."

Carrie stared at Jessie in the mirror.  "Women do that?"

"Of course!" giggled Jessie.  "It's... sexy.  Men love it."

"And you think Evan would...?"

"Evan would *love* it," Jessie assured her with a smile.  "All men do."

"Oh."  Carrie was quiet for a moment.  She had never considered shaving herself down there.  Evan had never mentioned such a thing, even when she'd let him get a peek of her privates.  "Jess, do you... I mean, have you done it?  You know... shaven yourself?  Down there?"

"Of course!"

"Oh."  Carrie tried to imagine what Jessie's pussy would look like shaven.  She hadn't seen her friend down there in years, since they were in school together and showering during gym.  "Are you... you know, right now?"

Jessie smiled.  "Mmm hmm.  I keep it that way always.  You never know when you'll meet a cute guy..."

Carrie blushed.  Jessie was so much more outgoing than her, so much more... popular.  With the guys.  Carrie didn't like to think of Jessie as a slut, but she certainly knew her way around men...

"Doesn't it feel weird?" Carrie asked.

"Not at all!" laughed Jessie.  "On the contrary... it feels *delicious*!"  She leaned closer to Carrie.  "It makes me feel so... sexual, all the time.  Even more than usual.  And it makes men sooo horny."

"Oh."  Carrie was suddenly very curious.  Maybe Evan *would* like it.  "Could I... could I see?" she asked softly, blushing.

Jessie smiled.  Without a word she pulled up the ruffled hem of her pink bridesmaid's dress.  The only sound in the room was the soft caress of silk as she unabashedly bunched the dress up around her waist.  She wore delicate pink panties beneath, and sheer stockings.  Carrie blushed at the sight.  God, Jessie looked so pretty, so sexual in her lingerie...

"You'll have to help me, Carrie," Jessie said with a smile as she held the dress up around her waist.  "I've only got two hands..."

Carrie hesitated, then reached for her friend's panties.  She pulled them down just a little, just enough for the briefest of peeks.  God, Jessie really *was* shaven down there!  Carrie pulled her friend's panties down a little more, until she could see just a peek of Jessie's shaven slit.

"You can pull them down all the way," Jessie offered quietly.  "It won't bite..."

Carrie knew she really shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself.  Blushing deeply she slipped Jessie's panties down to mid thigh, baring her friend's shaven mound.  God, it looked so sexy!  So smooth and innocent... though Carrie knew it certainly wasn't!  Innocent, anyway...  "Can I... can I touch it?" she asked softly.

Jessie smiled.  "Of course..."

Carrie reached out and touched her friend's mound, just to the side of her naked slit.  Just her fingertips, and just lightly enough to feel the smoothly shaven skin.  It felt so electric, so sensual.  She teased her fingers lightly across Jessie's shaven skin... too lightly.  Jessie took Carrie's hand in her own and guided it to cup her crotch.  Carrie blushed.

"Don't be shy," Jessie giggled.  She pressed on Carrie's hand, coaxing her to feel her more intimately.

"It's so smooth..." Carrie said softly.  She rubbed Jessie's mound gently, feeling a strange tingle of excitement.  It *was* smooth... and it was the first time that she'd ever touched another woman's pussy.  Jessie's pussy lips were so much fuller than her own, so much more prominent.  Or was that the shaving?  Maybe being shaven smooth just made her pussy lips *seem* that much fuller...

"So... what do you think?"

Carrie blushed.  "Do you... do you have a razor?"

Jessie smiled.  "I think there's one in my purse..."

Carrie sat waiting without a word as Jessie retrieved a pink lady's razor and a small bottle of shaving cream from her purse.  "Alright, Miss Virgin-On-My-Wedding-Night," Jessie teased with a smile.  "Sit back and lift your knickers..."

Carrie blushed.  She sat back in her chair, scooting her bottom forward until it was right at the edge of the seat.  She reached for the hem of her wedding gown and hesitated.  God, if anyone would have suggested she'd be showing herself to anyone but Evan today she'd have thought them crazy!  Even now she was suddenly shy.  "Jessie, I--"

"Ssshhh..." whispered Jessie.  She placed her hands on Carrie's legs, down low below the hem of her skirt.  "Don't talk.  Just relax.  Close your eyes if it helps..."

Carrie hesitated.  She wasn't relaxed, not at all.  Not now, with Jessie's hands on her legs.  Sliding ever so slowly higher.  Lifting the hem of her dress.  Oh God.  Carrie closed her eyes and pursed her lips, more to keep herself from protesting than anything else.

As Jessie's hands moved higher, lifting the hem of her wedding dress, Carrie heard her friend chuckle softly.  Was Jessie amused?  By what, Carrie wondered?  Her innocent reluctance?  The way she tensed as Jessie's hands passed her knees and slipped ever so gently up her thighs?  Perhaps Jessie found her silk and lace panties amusing?  They weren't the sexiest things in the world, but they *were* the sexiest things in Carrie's closet.  Now she blushed, wishing she had worn something sexier, something more revealing.  Funny, she hadn't been embarrassed at all about the prospect of showing herself to Evan in them, even on her wedding night, but now she wished she'd known Jessie would see them too.  She would have worn something more for Jessie.  Something sexier...

"Nice," Jessie whispered.  Carrie sucked in her breath.  Jessie's hands were – oh God – all the way up to her hips now.  She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes but she knew she must be bared to Jessie's view, panties and all.  She could feel her dress around her waist... her wedding dress, which Evan should have been the first – and only – person to see beneath.

Carrie's heart raced as Jessie traced the delicate embroidery on the front of her panties with her fingertips.  This wasn't shaving!  This was exploring!  Jessie's fingertips pressed firmer, finding and following the gentle swell of her pussy lips through the panties.  Carrie knew she should protest, that she should insist that Jessie keep to the task at hand, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.  Jessie's fingers felt so good.  So absolutely delicious, teasing her through the delicate panties.  Down and up her slit, down and up, down and up and...

Carrie stiffened as Jessie found her clit through the panties.  Oh god, Jessie's fingers felt so good...

"Mmm," chuckled Jessie.  "Do you like this?"

Carrie nodded as she squirmed.  She *loved* it.  She shouldn't, but she did.  In fact she wanted it to continue... all the way to orgasm, which was suddenly oh so close.  But to her dismay Jessie's fingers slipped away, moving to the hem of her panties and then drawing them down.  Carrie gasped as cool air tickled over her bared crotch.

"Lift," Jessie coaxed softly.  Carrie lifted her hips, letting Jessie pull her panties down and off.  Still she couldn't open her eyes.  She couldn't bear to see herself naked and exposed to Jessie down there, between her legs.

"Oooh," cooed Jessie.  She touched Carrie's soft pubic hair gently.  "You have a pretty pussy..."

"Th... thank you," Carrie said softly.  She was blushing deeply now, to be so naked and exposed before her friend.  Jessie's fingers found her slit and began teasing again, this time on her naked flesh, and Carrie instinctively tried to close her legs.  Only she couldn't... Jessie was between her legs now, up close.  Oh God...

The fingering stopped all too soon.  Carried groaned softly.  When Jessie's fingers came again they spread cool shaving cream over her mound, all through her pubic hair.  Jessie worked the cream in slowly, gently massaging Carrie's pubic mound so thoroughly that for a moment Carrie thought Jessie had decided to forgo she shaving and just stroke her instead.  She couldn't help but smile.  Oh how good it felt.  How soothing.  How relaxing...

The first touch of the razor made her tense again.  It came just above her pussy, gently stroking across the top of her pubic area with careful ease.  Carrie clutched the chair and willed herself to sit perfectly still as Jessie slowly teased her fingers along in advance of the razor, pulling the skin taut for a close shave.

"I wish we had scissors," Jessie commented offhandedly as slowly worked Carrie's pubic hair with the razor.  "Your bush is so thick, I'd have liked to trim it a bit first..."

Carrie didn't say anything.  She was captivated by the feel of the razor, and of Jessie's gentle touch.  As Jessie coaxed her to spread her legs a bit wider Carrie opened her eyes and peered down.  Her pubic hair was in disarray, partly shaved on one side yet still full and thick on the other.  Jessie caught her looking and smiled.  "I can stop if you like..."

"No," Carrie smiled, blushing.  "Keep going.  It's..."  She couldn't quite bring herself to say that it was nice, to admit what she felt.  "It's not as bad as I expected..."

Jessie smiled and Carrie could tell she knew exactly what she was thinking, even if she couldn't say it.  She blushed deeply and avoided Jessie's eyes, instead focusing on her crotch.  She watched breathlessly as inch by inch Jessie shaved her mound smooth.  With each bit of skin revealed Carrie thought her pussy looked sexier.  With each pass of the razor, with each stroke of Jessie's careful fingers, Carrie thought she *felt* sexier.  God, she was getting aroused by this...!

"Horny?" Jessie asked with a chuckle.

Carrie blushed.  "No..."  But she knew there was no fooling Jessie.  Her wetness was obvious, glistening between her now no-longer-hidden pussy lips.  A few more careful strokes and Jessie was done.  Carrie's heart raced.  She was shaven now, completely and oh-so-sexily.

"God, Jess," Carrie whispered.  "It... it looks..."  She let her voice trail off.

"Sexy, isn't it?" Jessie giggled.

Carrie nodded.  "It is!"  It was undeniably sexy, even from her angle looking down at her mound.  She smiled, thinking of what Evan would think tonight in their honeymoon suite when he slipped her dress off and found her like this...

"What are you doing, Jess?" Carrie asked softly.  Jessie was stroking her gently with her fingers, between her legs.

"Just making sure I didn't miss any spots."

"Oh."  Carrie felt hot.  She stared down at Jessie's fingers, watching breathlessly as her friend ran her fingers all over her newly shaven pubic area.  Jessie's touch felt so electric, so sensual.  As she stroked her gently Jessie wiped the remaining shaving cream from Carrie's pubic area with a tissue.

"Perfect," Jessie declared softly.  But she didn't stop with her fingers.  Instead she stroked closer to Carrie's pussy, running her fingertips along the skin on either side of her now-prominent slit.  Carrie gasped.  Jessie's fingers felt so good sliding along her shaven pussy lips... and then *between* her pussy lips.  She started to protest and then caught her breath as one of Jessie's fingers dipped just past the entrance into her pussy.  Not far, just teasing a little, but enough that it startled Carrie.  Almost as soon as it came Jessie's finger was gone, sliding down and...

...and circling her anus.  Carrie stiffened in surprise.  "Wait, Jess..."

"How about here?" Jessie asked softly.  "Did you prepare yourself here, Carrie?"

Carrie's eyes widened.  "No!  Of course not!  Jesus, Jess!"

Jessie laughed.  "Why of course not, Carrie?  Evan would just *love* you if you let him have you here..."

Carrie blushed.  "He already loves me, Jess."

"He'd love you more.  A *lot* more..."  Jessie's finger circled the tight pucker of her anus, spreading lotion.  It felt cool and strangely disconcerting to Carrie, as if it were somehow violating her without even being inside her.  "So... what do you think, Carrie?"

"I... I think it would hurt."

"It would," Jessie said softly.  "But it gets better with practice..."

Carrie hesitated.  "You... you think Evan would like it?"

Jessie smiled in answer.  "Stand up and turn around," she urged quietly.

Carrie knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself.  She rose slowly, the hem of her wedding dress slipping back down into place.  "Jess, I--"

"Hush," Jessie said with a smile.  She rose and moved close, taking Carrie's arm and coaxing her to turn away.  "Lean forward..."

Carrie leaned forward away from Jessie, steadying herself by holding onto the back of the chair.

"Hips up," Jessie urged softly.  Her hands were on Carrie now, one hand under her belly and the other on her back, urging her to angle her hips just so.  "Push your bottom out..."

Carrie blushed as she did it.  Hips up, bottom out, back arched at Jessie's urging.  She caught sight of herself in the mirror and quickly looked away, too embarrassed to even meet her own eyes.  God, what was she doing?

"That's good, just stay like that," said Jessie.  She moved her hands back to Carrie's wedding dress now, pulling the hem up.  Carrie gasped as she felt cool air tickle the backs of her thighs, and then a moment later her bottom cheeks as Jessie bared them too.  Jessie tucked the hem of the wedding dress up around Carrie's waist, leaving her exposed.

"You should present yourself for Evan like this tonight," Jessie suggested softly as she tickled her fingers over Carrie's upturned bottom.  "You look sooo sexy like this..."

Carrie started to say something, but then Jessie moved away.  Carrie listened anxiously.  For a moment the only sound in the room was her excited breathing.  Then came the sound of Jessie searching in her purse.  She returned a moment later and stood behind Carrie, not saying a word.  A soft sound reached Carrie's ears... the pop-top of something being opened.  A tube of lotion, perhaps?  Carrie started to ask but then Jessie's hands were on her bottom again, coaxing her firm bottom cheeks apart.  Carrie blushed as cool air tickled her anus.

"What's that?" Carrie asked with a start as she felt Jessie's cool, slippery finger move between her bottom cheeks.

"Vaseline," Jessie said softly.  "Just relax..."

Carrie tried to relax, she really did, but she couldn't help but stiffen instinctively at the first cool touch of Vaseline on her tightly puckered anus.  Jessie spread it gently around the pucker with one finger, teasing gently.  She whispered gently to Carrie, soothing her, but Carrie wasn't listening.  Her full attention was on Jessie's finger and the cool, sticky sensation of the Vaseline.  It made her feel so slutty.  Her heart was racing and she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.  God, if Evan saw her like this...

"Ooh!"  Carrie gasped as Jessie pressed her fingertip at her tight opening, surprising her.  Not penetrating, just teasing with gentle pressure.  Jessie applied pressure and then backed off, applied and then backed off... then teased her fingertip around Carrie's tight anus for a moment... then pressure again, applying and then backing off...  Jessie patiently continued the teasing until Carrie realized that her fingertip was actually beginning to press past her anus each time.  She was loosening involuntarily, warming to the insistent pressure.  A moment later there was no ignoring it... Jessie's fingertip pushed past the tightness of her anus and didn't retreat.

"Jess..."

"Hush, Carrie," Jessie whispered.  "Just relax..."

But Carrie couldn't relax, not now.  Jessie's finger pressed deeper and Carrie felt the coolness of the Vaseline *inside* her.  Shallow at first, then deeper as Jessie violated her up to the second knuckle and then past.  A moment later her entire finger was inside Carrie's bottom.  It was a strange sensation, not entirely unpleasant. 

"Oooh, you're tight," giggled Jessie.  "It's been so long I'd forgotten what a virgin asshole felt like..."

Carrie blushed but didn't say anything.  Jessie was easing her finger out... all the way out.  Carrie felt her anus cling to Jessie's fingertip for a moment before it slipped free.  As Jessie gathered more Vaseline Carrie clenched her buttocks.  She could feel the coolness of the lubrication lingering deep inside her bottom, coating her tight sheath.  It would help ease Evan's entry later, she knew.  Oh God, he was really going to have her here, wasn't he?

Jessie's finger was back, pressing deep without warning.  Carrie gasped and stiffened, surprised by the sudden penetration, the fresh coolness deep inside her.

"Relax," Jessie chuckled softly.  "Push out.. it'll make it easier.  Always remember that, Carrie.  Push out..."

Carrie pushed out as best she could, which was difficult because she seemed to tighten instinctively when Jessie's finger again began retreating.  This time it didn't leave her entirely.  When just the fingertip remained Jessie pressed it back inside, penetrating her deeply.  Then out again, and back in.  And again.  Carrie closed her eyes, and a moment later she stiffened as a second one of Jessie's fingers touched her anus alongside the first.

"Wait, Jess!  Not two!"

Jessie chuckled.  "Yes, two.  Three in fact, unless you want Evan to open you with his cock?  I can just about guarantee I'll be gentler than him..."

Carrie groaned but didn't say anything.  She knew Jessie was right.  Besides, Jessie's fingers felt so good, even now as the second one was pressing in gently.  It wasn't nearly as painful as Carrie has feared.  Uncomfortable, yes, even naughty... but bearably so.  At least it was until Jessie's two fingers were in her up to the second knuckle.  *Then* it began to hurt.  Carrie winced and started to say something, only to find herself distracted by a new sensation.  Jessie's lips, kissing her bottom cheeks gently.  Then lower, kissing the backs of her thighs... and then, oh God, between her thighs...!

"Oh my God, Jess!  What are you doing!?"

"Hush," Jessie whispered.  "Just close your eyes and enjoy..."

"Wait!  I'm not--"

But it was too late to protest.  Jessie's tongue was on her pussy.  And then it was *in* her pussy, dipping shallowly between her pouting pussy lips.  Licking gently.  Teasing.  Carrie squirmed and gasped.  This wasn't right.  She wasn't a lesbian!  Oh God, what would Evan think...!?

But it felt too good for her to protest.  So good, in fact, that she didn't realize that both of Jessie's fingers were all the way into her bottom until they began to pull out slowly.  Then back in, moving gently in time to Jessie's tongue.  Each time the fingers retreated Jessie sucked rhythmically on her pussy lips, and each time the fingers pressed deep Jessie licked deeply between her pussy lips.  Carrie gasped and squirmed.  God, Jessie's tongue felt so good...

When three fingers pressed for entrance, Carrie couldn't help but tighten her bottom hole.  Three was too much!  Three was... oh God, Jessie's tongue was moving higher.  Right to her clit.  Carrie stiffened and felt her resistance fade away as Jessie teased her tongue around the little bud.  Three fingers pressed slowly inside Carrie's bottom.

"Ow," Carrie winced softly.  Jessie didn't answer.  Her lips and tongue were busy between Carrie's thighs, pleasuring her even as she forced her fingers deep.  Carrie bit her lip and pushed out.  It helped, but only a little.  The three fingers were painful... almost too much.  But she knew this was how having Evan would be.  Like this, but harder and faster...

When Jessie's three fingers were in deep, instead of withdrawing them she began teasing them around ever so gently inside Carrie's tightness… massaging her almost, from the inside out.  Carried gasped.  It hurt where her anus was stretched so tightly around Jessie's fingers, but inside it felt wickedly delightful.  And Jessie's tongue… oh god, Jessie's tongue just felt so good on her clit.  She wondered briefly if Jessie had done this before, licked another woman.  It *felt* like she had.  But before Carrie could contemplate that Jessie's tongue left her clit and moved downward again, back to her pussy.  As Jessie began lapping gently at her pussy Carrie reached back and gripped her friend's hair, pulling her face tighter between her thighs.  Jessie chuckled into Carrie's pussy, the sound muffled.  She dug her tongue deeper and Carrie gasped, tightening her grip in Jessie's hair.  Her tongue felt so fucking good inside her pussy.  Just another moment and she would come.  Another moment and…

….and then Jessie stopped.  "Whoops… it's almost time for the ceremony!"

"No!" gasped Carrie.  She humped her hips backward, trying desperately to bring her pussy in contact with Jessie's tongue again.  Oh God, she was so close…  "Oh please, just a little more Jess!"

Jessie laughed.  "I thought you didn't want me to…"

"I… I'm so close," Carrie moaned.  "Please Jess…"

Jessie chuckled.  She carefully slipped her fingers out of Carrie's bottom and stood back, patting Carrie's bottom teasingly.  "Sorry, Carrie.  You don't want to be late for your own wedding, do you?"

Carrie groaned.  She didn't, not at all.  But it was going to be sheer hell now.  How would she make it through the ceremony when she was so aroused!?  God, she needed to cum so desperately…

"I hate you, Jess," Carrie grumbled as she straightened up and smoothed her wedding dress down.

Jessie laughed.  "I know… but see if you still feel that way after tonight."

Carrie scowled and reached for her panties.  But Jessie stopped her with a smile.  "No, Carrie.  Not those…"

Carrie frowned.  "What's wrong with my panties?"  They were silk and lace, and undeniably sexy.

"Nothing," giggled Jessie.  "But you'd be far sexier without them…"

"Without… without my panties?" Carrie asked softly.  "Without *any* panties?"  She blushed at the thought of presenting herself panty-less to Evan tonight.  And, oh God, standing panty-less at the altar, before a hundred of their closest friends and relatives…!

"Jess, I--"

But Jessie stole the panties away from her grasp.  She bunched them up and tucked them into the drawer of the dressing table, then smiled and took Carrie's arm.  "Come on, we're going to be late…"

Carried followed her reluctantly, glancing back to the table where her panties were. Oh God, could she do this?  But it didn't matter… she *was* doing this.  At the door Carrie hesitated.  On an impulse she leaned forward and kissed Jessie softly, on the lips.  "Thanks Jess…"

Jessie smiled.  "It was my pleasure," she said with a wink.  She hesitated, looking deep into Carrie's eyes.  "Promise me you'll tell me everything?"

Carrie blushed.  "You know I will, Jess…"  She always did.  She smiled and followed Jessie through the door.  She felt hot and flushed, but happy.  Poor Evan.  Come tonight, he wasn't going to know what had come over his sweet, innocent bride…!