Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2021 13:17:34 +0000 From: franzvonbayros@protonmail.com Subject: First Wedding of the Season, 1-5 ---------------------------------- Chapter 1. The Dress ---------------------------------- It's only three days till the first wedding of the spring, and the kids are all climbing the walls with that kind of nervous energy that always builds before a season starts and a bunch of new kids are initiated into the mysteries of love. I happen to be in this wedding, not as a flower girl, of course -- even if I weren't known in the village as an "old soul," I'd be too old -- but as a bridesmaid. There are usually two bridesmaids around my age, eleven to fourteen, who've been flower girls a year or two before, and they -- we! -- get to help initiate the new girls, which has got my head swimming with memories of last summer when my best friend and I were flower girls and our junior bridesmaids blew our little minds with their magical mystery skills... I'm kind of sad neither of them will be in the wedding this year, and honestly I haven't gotten to hang out with them as much as I'd like lately... they're starting to get too interested in dating and all that stuff, and they're not as interested in playing with younger kids... which is sad, but hey, the flower girls we're going to be with are soooooo cute I can't even wait to get my hands on them! Neither can Charlotte -- that's my best friend, and yes, she's going to be the other junior bridesmaid in this wedding, so we'll have been in TWO weddings together, which makes us basically bestestest girlfriends for life. Who knows, maybe the next one we'll be in will be us getting married!... I don't know, we're too young to be thinking about that stuff, and I'm definitely not ready to be dating Charlotte, or anyone for that matter, but sometimes when I look at her and she looks at me... well, let's say I sometimes daydream about it. But most of the time we're not lovey-dovey, just goofy and honestly downright childish together, which I wouldn't trade for anything. Not that we don't play together all the time -- I mean ALL the time -- it's just not lovey-dovey romantic like when older people do it. You know, all the sighing and gazing into each other's eyes -- that stuff mostly makes us burst out giggling, when it does happen. But when I'm by myself imagining Charlotte those are the moments I think about -- before the giggle-attack. And whew! I feel crazy that way. Anyway, before I embarrass myself any more, I should tell you that the bride in this wedding that's coming up is none other than Willa, my extremely beautiful and romantic big sister! We're sisters by marriage; my dad adopted her years before he met my mom, and her mom is Laurel who I cally my great aunt cause she's older and used to be with my dad but is still real close to our family, and so Willa's like twenty years older than me but we are sisters all the way because we are so much alike. Well, in everything except looks: Willa is, like I said, beautiful, and unlike skinny awkward me she's incredibly curvy and just yum in every way. If I didn't get to be in her wedding I would be so jealous of her new husband: he's a very sweet and handsome man named Harry, and has a big laugh and huge hug like my sister, and they're great together. I guess I have been a little jealous of him, since I see Willa less since they've been getting ready for the big day, but now I'm just getting super excited to be part of their wedding, and also just to be able to climb into bed with my big sister again, which I haven't done since before I was a flower girl, so all I remember is how it felt to snuggle with her; I didn't even know anything else yet. But I do now! Charlotte and I weren't flower girls till we were ten (which Charlotte still is for another few weeks). So we had to wait a long time to see what all the fuss was about, but now we're lucky cause most kids have to wait more than a year before they're ready to be in another wedding as junior bridesmaids or groomsmen. Last summer our friend Lucy was in her first wedding when she was nine; it was in the spring and she teased us all summer that she knew all the secrets even though she's a year younger than us. After we finally got our turn to be flower girls in August, Lucy started joining our sleepovers at Charlotte's, which her mom made us move out to the treehouse until it got too cold, and then she made us move to my house, which has me in the basement and my folks all the way upstairs, because her room is right next to Charlotte's and Lucy is, well, let's just say she's not good at being quiet at sleepovers. So Lucy's mom, Germaine, is one of my sister Willa's besties, and we were pretty excited when we found out she would be in our wedding party along with Willa's other bestie, Tallulah, who SHE was a flower girl AND a junior bridesmaid with, just like me and Charlotte. Isn't that so sweet? Anyway, Germaine and Tallulah are both super pretty like my sister, only different cause Willa's very saftig, like they say, and Germaine's very petite and slim, like a bird, and Tallulah's somewhere in between. Germaine's an awesome seamstress, and Lucy helps her make these really cool dresses, so of course they're making Willa's dress, and all the clothes for the wedding party. Which brings me to today, when I went over to my big sister's to see if I could catch a peek at her trying the dress on. Lucy had tipped me off that they'd be doing the final fitting that morning, but she couldn't remember what time, so I woke up early and skipped on over there while the ground was still cool and the dewy grass stuck between my toes. I remembered how much I like being outside early at this time of year. The air smells like lilacs and the dew feels so nice on your feet. When I first got up I was groggy and it was cold and I almost put shoes and socks on, but then I remembered my bet with Charlotte that we could go barefoot the entire summer, and I'm glad I remembered because once I had on a big old sweater I was fine. Anyway I got to Willa's and waited around for a while in the garden. I spied my big sister through the window having her coffee, which she always does without a stich of clothes on, even when it's cold apparently, and Harry was making breakfast and I'm pretty sure he was buck naked too but I couldn't see cause he was behind the counter. Then the doorbell out front must've rang because Harry got shooed away and Willa put a robe on, and then in came Germaine and Lucy all excited-looking and bouncing on her toes which had wet grass all over them like mine. The garden was sort of sunken down and so I was peeking through the big French door with my face kind of at floor level, which is why I noticed the grass on Lucy's toes, which are really really cute by the way so I guess I always kind of notice them. Anyway Willa offered them coffee and Lucy took a little bit but mostly it looked like my sister filled her cup with steamed milk, which looked really good and I wished I could join them, but the whole point was I was spying cause kids in the wedding party aren't supposed to see the bride's dress before. So I waited patiently as Lucy drank her steaming drink, sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter and dangling her legs, which I liked watching cause she was kind of playing footsie with herself and wigging her toes, and the grass was slowly falling off them and onto Willa's kitchen floor, and I thought about the last time Charlotte and I had painted her nails for her, and how much I liked doing that cause I got to hold her super cute feet in my lap and kind of massage them while I painted. I'd probably get to do that again at our next sleepover cause Lucy went barefoot all the time in the summer just like Charlotte and me, so her nail polish never lasted long. After I was sort of daydreaming about that while they drank their coffee, Germaine got up and got a big hanging bag from the hallway. Lucy bounced over and helped her unzip it, and voila, there was the dress. It was amazing even just hanging there, tons of lace and sort of tassles and a plunging neckline. Then Willa got up and Germaine beckoned her over, and she stood in her robe with her back to me, blocking my view of the dress, and then Lucy went over to her and seemed like she was fiddling with something on Willa's front, and then I saw the sash of her robe drop and Lucy's hands reached up and pushed the silk off my big sister's shoulders, and the robe dropped to the floor in a rush. Lucy stepped back and looked approvingly at my sister's naked body. I thought I had a pretty great view of her round butt and graceful back, with the nape of her neck showing cause her hair was all up in a big messy bun. Lucy must've wanted to see her back side too cause she made a gesture that meant "turn around," and my big sister turned and I ducked so she wouldn't see me, but peeked up and got to see her front too, which was even better: her big soft boobs and her brunette bush trimmed so it looked real elegant. Of course I'd seen Willa naked plenty of times before, since everybody in town was about as likely to wear bathing suits at the swimming hole in the summer as the kids were to wear shoes just to walk around town. But I hadn't been skinny dipping with my big sister since before I was a flower girl, which was at the end of last summer and it got cold pretty soon after, so I guess I just hadn't seen her in that way. Now, it hit me for the first time just how sexy all these features of her body were. Lucy clearly agreed; I saw her purse her lips and whistle. After Willa turned around a few more times and Lucy gave her some compliments I couldn't hear, batting her eyelashes in that flirty way she always does, my sister gave her a hug and then Lucy and her mom started getting her dressed. First Germaine pulled out a white lace onesie that had been hanging inside the wedding dress, and I realized I was getting a sneak peak not just at how my sister would look walking down the aisle, but at what would be revealed on her wedding night! Harry sure was a lucky guy, and I was lucky to be in the wedding party! The lace onesie thing made my heart beat faster: it had a plunging neckline so it wouldn't be visible under the low-cut dress, and it pushed up Willa's awesome big boobs just a bit. It hugged her hips and showed some of her butt cheeks, and it had a special trick: snaps in the crotch! Lucy got down on the floor and reached between my sister's legs to test them out. I saw the delight on her face as the snaps came undone easily, and then Germaine said something and Lucy went around behind my sister. She fiddled with something, and when she stepped aside I saw the gusset was now snapped to another snap on Willa's lower back, so it was out of the way instead of hanging down over her butt like a lace tail. Willa looked over her shoulder and said something to Lucy; Lucy nodded her head real fast, and then Willa bent over at the waist till her chest was resting on the counter, and reached back with her hands and spread out her butt cheeks! Lucy bounced up and down and clapped her hands; I could even hear her squealing with delight. Then, before we'd had much of a chance to look at how hot she looked showing her fun bits off like that, she unsnapped the gusset from her back, passed it between her legs and snapped it again in the front, and then it was time to try on the dress. The dress was gorgeous too, and just like the lingerie underneath it showed lots of Willa's beautiful breasts and also all of her back except the bottom part. The skirt was long and flowy, but not so long it dragged on the ground. I guess Charlotte and I won't have to carry her train. Finally they put some crochet barefoot sandals with brass bells all over them onto Willa's feet. I knew we were getting the same kind, which were really cool and I was glad we could all be technically barefoot in the ceremony so Charlotte and I wouldn't have to break our summer streak. After admiring the bride Germaine started making a few adjustments, holding a pin in her mouth and having Lucy hand her stuff. I'm not really that much of a sewing girl, so I decided to slip away while they were all too busy to notice. ------------------------------------ Chapter 2. To the Lake ------------------------------------ Most weddings in the village happen in one of three places: one, the big town hall ballroom (if it's raining). Two, the old estate out by the lake, which the village founders bought as practically a ruin and fixed up over the years into an amazing summer vacation spot anyone can reserve although you have to do it like a year ahead. And three, the town green. Obviously, number two is the best, and that's where my sister Willa always wanted to have her wedding. She's known she was going to marry Harry (isn't that funny how it rhymes?) for a while now, so they got their names in more than a year ago, before I was ever a flower girl. And then later that summer, my first wedding as part of the party happened there as well, and of course I'll never forget the big, wild grounds with so many secret places, the bath house where everyone gets ready, or the huge glass greenhouse where Willa's going to have her party (when I was a flower girl it was August so too hot). So anyway you can imagine how excited I was early this morning as we were all getting into the wedding wagon for the five-mile trip from the village to the lake. Of course the ring-bearers (Finn who's eight and Milo who's nine and really should know better) got everything off to a messy start because it had rained the night before and of course there were plenty of mud-puddles on the road, so of course they had to go squelching right through them in their special wedding-party pants (Milo at least rolled his up), and then one of the flower girls, Violet, who's also just eight, hikes up her beautiful embroidered skirt with a shriek and in she goes after them! Squish, squish, squish, ha ha ha. Now, I was palming my face at first, but then Charlotte who's next to me in the wedding wagon starts grinning despite herself. "Let's be honest, Ava," she says to my grimace, "We would have been them when we were eight." "You would've been the boys," I said, because back then Charlotte was always the one leading me into misadventures -- not that I regretted most of them. "And yeah, I probably would've followed your bad example." "It feels gooood to get squishy mud all between your toes," Charlotte says. "Like it should be a spa treatment or something." "I think it is a spa treatment... But maybe they could wait till the spa! That's like in... Ohmygosh, only like, eight hours!" Charlotte and I squealed and grabbed each other's hands. "That Violet is going to be so fun," Charlotte whispered in my ear. "Astrid too, she's like a little perfect elf." Astrid, clearly the shyer of the two flower girls, was hanging back watching Violet make a mess of herself, but there was a gleam in her eye like maybe she wanted to join in, but knew better. She was going to be fun too, in a different way... Violet would egg her on, just like Charlotte had me. I hoped Astrid would discover she had an inner wild child, just like I did... As I was thinking that, Germaine and Lucy came strolling along, hand in hand like they usually were, and when Lucy saw the mud puddle Germaine had to hold her back from wading in after the other kids. That's on thing that's so cute and cool about Lucy: she's ten but she's not trying to be all too-cool-for-kid-stuff. I love that and I hope I'm that way too. Lucy looked crestfallen about forgoing the mud puddle, but she perked up when Germaine waved one of the groomsmen over and told him to get the hose from the side of the town hall, which is where we were all leaving from. "You can spray these rascals down, Lucy," Germaine said. "But no soaking their clothes!" "Promise," Lucy said, bouncing up and down a little on her toes. The groomsman, who was a real handsome guy named Jean, came with the hose and Lucy sprayed down the protesting boys without soaking them too much. Then it was Violet's turn, and Lucy was all careful. She got the flower girl seated on the edge of the wedding wagon with her muddy, long skinny legs dangling, and pushed her skirt up most of the way up her thighs. Violet mashed it back down in her lap, giggling, as if Lucy had been going to expose her underwear, which she nearly had. "Hold still," Lucy said, as schoolteachery as you please, even though she was only a year older than Violet. "I gotta get you clean without getting you soaked." She went on and hosed down the flower girl's legs and feet, giving those special attention and sliding her fingers between Violet's toes to make sure all the mud got rinsed off. The flower girl squirmed and said it tickled. "Should've thought of that before you jumped in the mud like a little piggy!" Lucy cackled, tickling Violet's soles deliberately now. For that, she nearly got kicked in the teeth. "I don't want your feet in my face right now, you piggy," Lucy said. "Maybe if they were clean..." she shot me and Charlotte a wicked look. "She does have cute feet, doesn't she?" "Mhmm," Charlotte said, picking up what Lucy was putting down. The three of us had played together lots of times since our first weddings, and we all liked playing with ach other's feet a lot -- we had a running argument about who's were the cutest and who was the best at pampering them. We'd all painted each other's toenails at slumber parties since we were little, so after our first wedding season it just seemed natural for our sensitive, pretty paws to be part of all the new games we'd learned. We'd even made up a few of our own. Anyway Violet was obviously clueless as to what we were talking about, and just said "Thanks!" innocently. Then she climbed up on the wagon, so did Astrid and the boys, and finally Enzo and Santi, the junior groomsmen, sauntered up. "Slept late I bet," Charlotte whispered. "Or stayed in bed late, anyway." She snickered and I got the butterflies and the giggles all at once. Santi and Enzo were two of the cutest boys our age, and I'd been too shy to even imagine what being in the wedding with them would be like. "Hey ladies," Santi said in that smartaleck way he has that ticks me off and makes my heart beat faster at the same time. Enzo, who's always been sweeter and less cocky, just waved at us, a little shyly, and both boys bounded up into the wagon. They sat across from me and Charlotte, and I thought how, not just handsome, but also pretty they looked, in their floral-embroidered white shirts and shorts with colorful woven suspenders and brass bells on them, both of them with golden, freshly-scrubbed skin and wild curly hair, leaning back carelessly against the railing of the wagon, which was twisted with ribbons and flowers. The boys had obviously been engaged in one of their own conversations, revolving around some fantasy book Charlotte and I hadn't read. They continued it in hushed, earnest tones, and Charlotte looked at me and rolled her eyes. "We're gonna have to get them to pay attention to us sometime," she murmured in my ear. "I think I know about when they'll suddenly find us interesting." Just then the hunky groomsman, Jean, hopped up on the wedding wagon's driver's seat and said "giddyap" to the ribbon-and-bell-covered horses. They started moving with a musical jangling. The grownups and kids gathered in front of the town hall, who would start out for the lake a little later in the town's old school bus, all began cheering the kids in the wedding wagon. Santi and Enzo sprang to their feet and waved haughtily. Charlotte and I and the younger kids did the same. I found I was laughing, looking at Charlotte with the sunshine in her tossing hair, my mind awash in the sounds of bells and applause and remembering being a flower girl like it was yesterday. Charlotte grabbed my hand and held it aloft. Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek. The crowd cheered us some more. I felt like the sunshine itself had just kissed me. I looked down and saw Violet and Astrid also holding hands, looking around at at each other, wide-eyed. When we got out of the village and were bumping along the dirt road to the lake, we all kind of settled in and pretty soon started kidding around. Astrid and Violet were playing footsie and whispering in each other's ears and giggling and generally being way too adorable, while the little ring-bearers kept standing up and spitting over the side and the older boys had to keep getting them to sit down again. Charlotte and I kept catching each other sizing up Santi and Enzo, and the two of them were totally doing the same with us, only we were all pretending like we weren't. I was wondering if they'd gotten the scoop about us from the boys who'd been ring-bearers with us. We had definitely asked our classmates who's been their flower girls all about them. They'd both been ring-bearers at eight, so they'd had some time to practice their skills since then, but neither of the girls who'd been in their first wedding party had played around with them recently, which they insisted wasn't a bad reflection on the boys, just that they happened to run with different crowds. Also one of the girls, Esther, was pretty clearly not that keen on boys, and all she could say about the younger Santi and Enzo's performance in the wedding party was that they were "funny." I also wondered about Lucy, because it seemed like she'd played with everybody in the last year, but she was mum if she had any firsthand knowledge of our boys. And of course it was like peeking at your Christmas presents to be more than friendly with kids you were going to be in a wedding with, and we'd all know we were going to be in this wedding practically since Charlotte and I had been in our first one, so we really hadn't had the chance to get any peeks. I was actually quite impressed with our village that they'd all managed to keep the boys a mystery to us; it was kind of like knowing all your friends were doing a really good job planning a surprise party for you, which is a great feeling if you've ever had it. So the atmosphere in the wedding wagon was like the night before Christmas, and I bet you anything Charlotte would have started dropping hints and making little sallies at the boys if it weren't for the flower girls and ring-bearers all being there, which made it kind of like having kids around who are supposed to still believe in Santa Claus so you can't go peek at where your folks hide the presents... am I going too far with this whole Christmas comparison? It wasn't at all like Christmas really because it was a beautiful spring day, and we all just kind of stuck to our side of the wagon, the girls whispering to each other and the boys doing the same, and stealing all sorts of sly looks, until eventually we were there, and all piling out onto the cool dewy lawns that were starting to get warm only where it wasn't shady from the morning sun, and beyond the shade of the big old trees the lake glittered like sapphires. ------------------------------------- Chapter 3. The Gardens ------------------------------------- The boys had run off and disappeared as soon as we arrived; probably they were scouring the off-limits kitchen areas for early access to sweets. Astrid and Violet had found the tire swing and were both wrapped around it, demanding that Charlotte or I push them every few seconds. We finally gave up sitting in the cool shade and just stood by the swing. The bonus was the flower girls were the age where they forget to be self-conscious when they're having fun, and we got lots of looks at their adorable lacy panties, which someone had chosen perfectly to be fresh and innocent but also very elegant. Charlotte and I kept exchanging looks that said: Gosh, I can't wait! Right around when the tree's shadow had moved and the sun started to get too hot on our skin, the grown-ups of the wedding party arrived in one of the town's big old school busses, with Lucy tagging along beside her mom. She was obviously tickled to be there early, before any of the other kids who weren't in the wedding party. She beelined over to us four girls by the swing. "I'm here to help my mom get Willa ready," she announced. "Where are the boys?" We said we didn't know. "Well, I'm gonna take a look around," Lucy said, and skipped off as abruptly as she had arrived. She disappeared into the breezeway between the big house and the glass wall of the conservatory. We kept pushing Astrid and Violet for a while, then they decided to go see if the water was cold (we warned them it would be). "Let's go see the conservatory," Charlotte said. "It'll be even hotter in there." "Well, at least let's look in the windows." As we crossed the lawn the grass was all warm and spongy now under our feet, and smelled like grass does in the sun. The grass and the leaves on the trees all smelled good after the rain, fresh and like the air had extra oxygen. As we were approaching the buildings Lucy shot back out of the breezeway and stopped short. "You guys, ohmygosh, do you wanna see something?" "What?" Charlotte asked. "I was spying... didn't mean to," Lucy said. "And I saw the bride. She's in the greenhouse thingy." "So? We were just going in there. What's the big deal?" "Nonono, don't go in... c'mon, follow me, I'll show you!" We followed her into the breezeway and when she got to a certain point she crouched and motioned us to do likewise. We crept along beside the stone foundation of the conservatory, below the big misty panes of glass, until Lucy stopped and peered over the edge. There was a big tropical tree of some kind right inside the windows there, and Lucy whispered that we should stay down and peek through the leaves toward the fountain in the middle of the conservatory. We all peered cautiously through. Sure enough, my big sister Willa was sitting on the edge of a low planter, and Santi and Enzo were standing in front of her, with their suspenders holding up their pants even though the buttons on their flies were all undone and boing! There were their willies all stiff and sticking out! And Willa, my naughty impatient big sister, had one hand cupping each of their little ball sacs! "Ohmygosh!" Charlotte squeak-whispered, and Lucy mouthed "I know!" and grabbed me and Charlotte's arms. Then we all hunkered down to watch what would happen. Willa's hands slid up and started playing with the boys' penises, which were bigger than little kids' but still looked smallish in her hands. I wasn't sure if either of them had any hair yet cause their shirt-tails were sort of in the way, but I was thinking they'd probably grown up enough to make a real cum like a man. I'm not sure, but I think that's one of the ways they tell if a boy's ready to be a junior groomsman. The ring-bearers usually can't really do it, but the juniors in our first wedding definitely could! Would Santi and Enzo shoot their juice for my big sister, before the rehearsal even? They were breaking the rules for sure, but we weren't about to stop them! After all, this was the info we'd been trying to suss out about the boys all year! Now we'd have one night to know what we were looking forward to, somewhat anyway. "Okay," Lucy said suddenly. "I gotta go help my mom. Thought you'd want to see this though." And off she went, tiptoeing dramatically all bent down, though there was no way anyone inside was paying attention to the windows right then. Then things got really interesting. Willa whispered something in the boys' ears, and they nodded eagerly. Then she pointed to the low planter she was sitting on sort of awkwardly. The boys hopped up and balanced on the edge of it, and Willa slid down and kneeled on the greenhouse floor. When she kind of stood up on her knees, that put her face right at the level of the boys' crotches. We couldn't get a very good view, but it was obvious what she was about to to. She leaned forward, and first Enzo's face showed up we were right, then Santi's as she switched to him, keeping up on Enzo with her hand. After about five minutes -- pretty respectable, I guess, for boys that age -- Willa pulled down her little silk cammie top she was wearing and squeezed her boobs together. The boys were beating themselves off now, going fast with their shoulders rising and falling like they were panting. Then splash! a nice creamy splooge landed on Willa's chest, then another. Enzo kind of staggered, then pop! off went Santi next to him, and Willa had a nice warm splatter running down her collarbones and on both boobies. She pushed her breasts up one after the other and licked up some cum off them, making a "yum" face for the boys, who looked dazed and were sort of leaning on each other's shoulders, which was sooooo cute for some reason I just fell in love with them a little bit right there. Charlotte and I looked at each other, than had to look away and stifle our giggles. "Hey, where did Lucy go?" Charlotte whispered. "I don't know, but we should go too. What if they come out here and find us peeking?" Charlotte clapped her hands to her mouth, and we both crab-walked around the corner, then stood up and ran for the woods, shrieking with laughter. We were stopped a little ways down the path, clinging to each other and gasping, both of us trying to say things like "Did you see when they..." only to bust out laughing again, when Charlotte suddenly stopped mid-chuckle. "Did you hear that?" "What?" "I thought I heard a... like, a scream or something. In the woods." "Where?" "Shh, I dunno." We listened. There it was again. Not a scream exactly, but a girl's shriek for sure. Two girls, if I had to guess... two flower girls! I put a finger to my lips and Charlotte and I tiptoed toward the sound. We snuck down an embankment trying not to break any twigs, and in the bottom of a little hollow someone had built a really cool fort from branches covered with last year's dead leaves, but on top they'd sprinkled a bunch of fresh spring flowers. It was really cool and pretty, like fairies lived there. Out of the little opening all you could see was one bare leg and foot peeking out; I knew just from looking that it was Lucy's. The voices we'd heard were definitely Violet and Astrid, too. We managed to creep around the other side of the fort, so they wouldn't be able to see us unless they were really trying to peek through a crack in the leaf roof. We were pretty close though, and could hear them clearly. I was starting to suspect Lucy had set us up watching the show in the greenhouse so she could sneak out here with the flower girls. It was instantly clear that Willa and the boys were not the only ones cheating and "sneaking dessert before dinner," like they say. "Wait, so they're gonna do this to us at the spa?" Violet was asking. "Like, the spa people?" "Yeah, the masseuses," Lucy said. "At the end. Right before you go up to the bridal suite." "Whoa," said Violet. "Are you excited, Asti? How does yours feel?" "Mm, it, um, good!" we heard Astrid stammer. "And you never did it by yourself before, for real?" Lucy asked. "I mean... I guess I kinda knew... like... sometimes riding a bike or... sitting on something like, between my legs... feels good I guess? But I didn't know how to... Mmmff!" "Ooh, I think maybe you found your spot," Lucy said. "Lemme see. Yup, that's it! See it's sticking out all happy now you got it nice 'n' wet! How's yours look, Violet?" Charlotte nudged me in the ribs. "That little sneak!" she whispered. "This is like she's opening our presents right before our b-day!" "Maybe she figured they'd have more fun if they knew a little bit before," I whispered back. "Hmmph," said Charlotte, but she didn't look really mad. She did look a little hot and bothered though; I knew all the signs: flushed neck, hand fiddling absentmindedly with the hem of her skirt... It was real cute. We kept listening. "Wow, Violet, you're getting real wet!" "I know," Violet giggled. "I can feel it running down my buttcrack. I know I'm makin' it real happy when it does that." "Mmm," Lucy said. "Hey, did you ever try..." "What?" both flower girls asked in unison. "Try playing with you other little hole?" Lucy's voice went up to a high-pitched almost squeak of mirth. We heard a gasp. Astrid said: "You mean, our... butthole?" "I don't think she means our belly button," Violet said. "Right Lulu?" "Mhmm," Lucy said, the dropped to a stage whisper. "I know it sounds naughty but it feels reallll gooood." "Isn't it kinda... gross?" Astrid said. "I mean, you gotta be real clean," Lucy said. "Are you chickies real clean down there?" "We took a shower this morning," Violet said. "Together?" "Yeah. We always do when we sleep over." "And you never touched each other's girlie parts in the shower? Or used the wand?" "Neither of our houses have wands," Astrid said, sounding disappointed she'd been missing out. "It's okay," Lucy said, "I think it's real cool you're getting your first time at a wedding." "Well technically this is before the wedding," Violet said. "You're giving us a sneak peak." "Yeah, it'll be better for you that way," Lucy said. "My mom showed me some stuff before my first wedding." "Did she show you to play with your butt?" Violet said. "Nah, you wanna know where I learned about that?" "Yeah!" Lucy whispered something. "No way!" Violet said. "My mom's like one of Willa's besties," Lucy said, "and I can't be in this wedding cause my mom is. But guess what? Both of us have played sex with Willa and Harry before.ll Not together, of course. But we tell each other about it and it's soooo fun! Willa's the one who taught me how to play with my butt; I love it just like she does. So you're both clean... wanna try?" She paused, and the girls must have assented somehow. I pictured them nodding shyly. "Just, you know, let your finger slide down there," Lucy said. "How's it feel?" "Oooh, like, tickly... nice!" That was Violet. "What do you think, Astrid? Just kinda circle around it with your finger nice and wet." "It's... mmm, feels good!" "I know, right? You can do that with one hand while you rub your clitty with the other. Let's do that, okay, and we can all try and have a cum." "That's the big good feeling you said?" Violet asked. "Uh huh. Just keep doing it real steady. And be patient. Just do what feels good. Let's stop talking so you can concentrate." The voices stopped. In the silence we could hear bird calls, the breeze in the young leaves up above, and rustles in the dry leaves down below as the little girls moved around inside the fort. They started to get into a rhythm, and I thought I could almost hear little squishy noises as their fingers worked in their nice wet veevees. Or maybe I was imagining that, because I sure was trying hard to picture what was going on in there. I realized I was holding Charlotte's hand real tight. Charlotte looked at me. "I wanna go in there so bad," she whispered. "We can't though, not before the rehearsal." "Lucy shouldn't either." "But she's getting them ready for us. I think that's sweet. We shouldn't spoil it." "Okay but I can't just sit here. You wanna...?" I nodded. Our eyes locked, Charlotte and I pushed up our skirts with our free hands, and slid the hands inside our special embroidered rehearsal night panties. --------------------------------- Chapter 4. the Picnic --------------------------------- You can bet Charlotte and I were working hard not to let the boys see us snickering when they waltzed into the big picnic luncheon a little lighter on their feet than was normal. Enzo's shirt was untucked and Santi had a suspender undone, but then that was normal for a couple of messy boys. No one else would guess they'd been getting the bride messy too! It was going to get a lot of laughs in the village when it was all well known, as these things always are after the big-secret atmosphere of the wedding is over. Lucy and the flower girls were late to lunch, which wasn't like them. They came in together and all three had sticks and leaves in their hair, which wasn't surprising for Astrid and Violet, but Lucy was supposed to have been helping her mom. I looked over at Germaine, sitting with the bridal party and looking very amused at something Willa was telling her. I wondered if anyone would notice the signs of mischief on the girls besides us. Charlotte and I were sitting under a big tree down toward the water, a ways away from the outdoor buffet and the tables where the adults were sitting. Pretty soon Lucy and the flower girls came and joined us. Charlotte started play-scolding them for getting messy, and I was worried she was going to give away that we'd been spying. But actually I think she was just finding an excuse to get Violet and Astrid to sit in our laps while we picked the twigs out of their hair. I did Astrid's and it was real nice to be close to her like that, combing her messy golden tresses with my fingers and kind of letting my other hand rest on her bare shoulder. She seemed to like the touches and the way I kind of massaged her scalp a little. She was soft and warm and had gotten some sun, so her skin had this... glow. I realized I was breathing a little funny and my heart was beating hard, just being close to her. Then when I looked over at Lucy eating and chatting with Violet as Charlotte groomed the other flower girl, and I thought about how Astrid had just had her first orgasm with those two, all playing with their clits and their buttholes at the same time, I felt a new gush of wetness in my special underwear. When Lucy finished her lunch she asked us all what we wanted for dessert, then went off and came back with a single paper plate heaped with little cakes and pies. "Hope you all got clean hands cause I forgot the forks," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. Pretty soon we were all digging in, huddled around the one plate. Then, not surprisingly, Lucy pushed things one step further. "Hey Charlotte," she said, "do you like strawberry or chocolate?" "Both," said Charlotte. Then what does Lucy do but stuck a finger into each of the chocolate creme and strawberry rhubarb pies, and smear one down each of Charlotte's cheeks and down onto her neck! "Oops, I was gonna feed you some but I missed," Lucy smirked. Violet guffawed and Astrid squeaked. "Lucy!" Charlotte said, "I thought you'd know where my mouth is by now!" She pointed at her mouth and said ahh. "Oh yeah," Lucy said. "Lemme try again." She didn't miss this time, but Charlotte bit onto both her fingers and wouldn't let go. By now the flower girls were in hysterics. "Hmm, that feels kinda good," Lucy said. "You chickies ever have a girl suck stuff off your fingers?" Violet and Astrid shook their heads, trying to look solemn but failing. "Wanna try?" Lucy said. "Since Charlotte won't gimme my fingers back, you're gonna have to feed me the rest of my desert I guess." She didn't have to ask twice. Violet raced to scoop up a fingerful of creme pie and thrust it toward Lucy. Astrid was all monkey-see, monkey-do. Lucy made a show of it, clearly for our benefit: first she lapped playfully at each gooey finger, then slurped them into her mouth one by one and both at once. That made lots more giggles and coos come out of both flower girls, and pretty soon I noticed Astrid was even curling those beautiful little toes of hers in pleasure. They both looked kind of disappointed when Lucy stopped sucking. But that trouble-maker wasn't done crashing our wedding party! Or, you know, maybe she was just the party planner. Next trick up Lucy's sleeve was even more fun. "Your turn!" she said. "Okay Charlotte I really need my fingers now." Charlotte let them go and Lucy dipped her fingers in the pies again. "I know I was the one who made a mess of Charlotte," Lucy said, "but I think you should clean her up, Astrid. Wouldn't want good dessert to go to waste." "Yeah," Charlotte said, catching on, "clean me up like a kitty, Astrid." "Like a kitty? With my tongue?" "Of course, silly!" "Hey," Violet said, right on cue, "What about me?" "You," Lucy said, "can do Ava." "But she's doesn't need--" Lucy darted at me with her sticky fingers and before I knew it I had strawberry rhubarb filling all down my neck and onto my chest. "Oh, she definitely needs a cleaning," Lucy said smugly. When Willa came by and found her two flower girls eagerly licking sticky pie filling off her juniors' necks and chests, she burst out laughing. "I think I am going to be the luckiest bride ever," she said. "Look at this wedding party! You are too good. Is that yummy, girls?" "Yeah!" Violet and Astrid yelled in unison. "It's yummy for us too," Charlotte said wickedly. "But you're not even eating any," Astrid said, puzzled. "But it feels yummy, sweetie," Charlotte said, tweaking Astrid's button nose. "To have your little kitty tongue licking me all over feels de-licious!" "Oh yeah," Astrid said, "it kinda felt yummy when Lucy was eating off our fingers too." Willa got a gleam in her eye. "You know what I bet would feel even yummier, Astrid?" "What?" Willa beckoned and both flower girls scooched over to her. She knelt down whispered in their ears and their eyes got wide. Then Willa asked Charlotte to pass her the dessert plate, which was a squelched mess of mixed-up sweets now. The bride took a fingerful of chocolate mousse, carefully pulled Astrid's dress off one shoulder, and painted the flower girl's perfectly flat pink nipple with the mousse! She gapsed. "It's cold and tickly!" "So you need a nice warm kitty tongue to clean it off! Ava?" "Me too!" Violet protested. "Charlotte?" Willa said, freeing Violet's nipple and painting it too. Well you can guess what happened next, and how much we all liked it. All I'll tell you is everyone left lunch perfectly clean! ---------------------------------- Chapter 5. The Baths ---------------------------------- After another few hours of running around and exploring the grounds, though, we all needed baths again. Especially our feet! But really all of us. Luckily, that's the whole point of the evening before rehearsal night: the bath house! It was just like I remembered from Charlotte and my first wedding. First we all went to the showers, which are outside and soooo cool, with stone floors warmed by the sun and just a big open space with lots of showerheads where all the girls and ladies got to wash off together, all naked of course, which was kind of exciting because Charlotte and I knew what was coming (ha, that's a pun), but mostly it still felt like just going skinny dipping or something, no one really acting sexy or anything. Yet. Still, Charlotte and I and the bridesmaids kept exchanging knowing, excited looks, and by the time we were all clean I felt like my girl parts probably needed a shower again! They were definitely getting slippery with something that wasn't soap! We went into the spa area, and we all got to go through the steam room, the hot tob, and the sauna in whatever order we wanted, but then we had to finish with the cold plunge. Violet loved it, shrieking and pulling Astrid in after her, then they both ran out and Charlotte and I were waiting to wrap their nice warm towels around their goose-pimply shoulders. That was so sweet! I wanted to just keep rubbing them down all over, but I realized it wasn't time yet. Plus it wouldn't have been okay to give them any touches they weren't expecting, before the massesuses opened them up properly, like they did with us last year. Because that's where we went next, of course: the massage rooms! Or anyway the kids did. The bridesmaids and Willa left us at that point, and went off to get some other "treatments," they said, and gave mysterious smiles when Charlotte asked what treatments. We looked at each other and shrugged. This hadn't happened when we were flower girls. I had to try not to think about it and how curious I was about what they were doing, so I could just enjoy my massage. The masseuses were the same ones as last summer! Charlotte and I both squealed when we saw them. Just like last time, each masseuse took one junior bridesmaid and one flower girl. Astrid and I went with Jillian, a tall blonde with one side of her hair short and the other long. She wore a silk robe that showed the big stiff nipples on her small breasts. Her smile was big and bright. I could tell Astrid liked her right away. She led us over to one double massage table, while her partner, Lena, led Violet and Charlotte over to another. The massage tables had holes for two faces to lie face down. They were on wheels so you could move them around. When we Astrid and I lay down, they had them so our heads were next to each other, with our feet facing opposite ways. That way we could turn our heads and look at each other while Lena stood between the two tables and worked on us. She must have been ambidexterous, becasue every time I peeked, she was doing exactly the same thing to Astrid as she was doing to me. The tables were on tracks, and as she worked down from our scalps (gosh it feels so good to have your scalp rubbed!) to our toes (also amazing), she worked a pedal that slowly moved Astrid and me past each other, so when she got to our feet, mine were next to Astrid's and our heads were way far away from each other. I just closed my eyes then and felt the feelings and listened to Astrid sigh and giggle a bit as the masseuse rubbed her feet. She pulled on every toe and it felt soooo good! I pictured Astrid's perfect little fairy toes and decided I was definitely going to see if she liked Charlotte and me sucking on them later. Then Lena started wheeling the tables back along their tracks till our heads were by each other's feet and our middles were lined up. As she moved us Lena worked up the backs of our legs, kneading and stroking almost right up to our pussies, but skipping those for now and massaging our butts, Then she told us to turn over in her warm, gentle voice. Her voice was like honey; I would do whatever it said. Astrid and I lay on our backs. I kept stealing glances over at her toes. I could see them flex and curl in the cutest way when Lena did something that felt good, which was like every two seconds. I imagined her toes doing that against my chin, while I was licking them and Charlotte was licking her pussy. Gosh I could hardly wait for the massage to be over, even though it felt so good! It was different when you knew what was coming, that's for sure! So as I was thinking all that sexy stuff, Lena started moving her hands down our chests and tummies and up our legs, stopping short of our special girl areas each time, but brushing our nipples and even stopping to knead and circle them a little. I had a tiny bit of puffy flesh around mine that was starting to get real sensitive. I knew Astrid's were still little-girl flat, but her toes said she liked when Lena touched them, assuming she was doing Astrid's the same times she did mine, which I think she was. I knew what was coming, so I could feel my pussy getting wet already, and I kept trying to squeeze my legs together without being too obvious about it, cause I knew in a massage you were just supposed to let the masseuse work and not squirm around. When Lena's warm soft hands got down to our bellies, making slow gentle circles with feathery fingertip-touches in between, I heard Astrid take in her breath. "Tickly?" Lena asked. "Mm, nno, just... Nice!" "Mm. Good." Then her hands went over our hips and down the tops of our legs to our ankles. This time she took our ankles and pulled gently, lifting one leg up and putting it down over to one side, so our legs were apart a little bit. I could feel the lips of my pussy unstick and open a bit, and the air felt chilly 'cause I was all wet and steamy in there! The masseuse's hands went back up our legs, slowly, on the inside this time, and when her hand got to the top she just slid it around up over my hip and down the outside of my leg again, over my foot and up the inside, then again at the top, just the side of her hand bumping up against the tendon thingy, you know, where your leg meets your crotch? and then up around my thigh and over my tummy, still leaving my pussy out, and down the other leg: what a tease! When she finally got to the top again after a few rounds of that, and her hand just brushed over my labia for a second, I heard Astrid take in her breath. "Tickly?" Lena asked again. "Mm-mm," Astrid said, her voice small and far away. "But can you, um..." "What is it sweetie? I can do whatever you girls like on your special night!" "Um, can you, like, rub us there some more, please? Like, not just for a second?" "Oh you mean right here?" Lena asked mischeviously, touching our kneecaps. "No, no, where you just--" "Ohhh, you mean here!" She prodded our belly buttons. "Noooo," Astrid said. I was giggling now. "Then I'm lost!" Lena said. "Here, better take my hands and put them where they should go, and then they'll just rub you there until you put them somewhere else!" She turned her hand palm up on my tummy, and I put my hand in it. Asti must have done the same. I looked up to see where she would put Lena's hand. Sure enough, she pulled it right to her pretty little smooth flower, and even arranged the fingers just how she wanted them! Quick study, that girl. I quickly followed her lead. "Ohhhhh! You two were ready for your special bridal party girl parts massage! Why on earth didn't you say so!" And Lena's fingers began expertly working our labia, teasing our little clitty buttons and swirling girl juice up from around our holes and spreading it around in buzzy, sweet circles like the dance of a honeybee, but without the stinger of course. I heard Asti sigh happily. From across the room I heard Violet call out: "Hey, are they getting their girl parts massaged? I wanna try too!" "You'll get your turn!" the other masseuse chuckled, and a few seconds later I heard Violet gasp and Charlotte give that low purring sound she makes when you first start touching her (I love that so much). Then the room seemed to get warmer and the little happy noises of all four of us girls got louder and louder, until one by one we started going off like firecrackers. Charlotte went first (go figure), then me, then Violet and finally Astrid. So I got to watch hers from inside the warm golden cloud that seemed to be all around me after I came, and it was so pretty I almost got tears in my eyes. She got a pink flush all over her neck and chest, her toes and fingers curled, and she arched her back up off the table and whimpered in the most sexy sweet little way. I could not freaking wait to see that happen from another point of view--right between those perfect slim little legs with my face buried in her simmering honeypot! Soon enough I would get my chance. When we'd all recovered a bit it was time to put on our special robes, veils and face paint (I got feathers!), and our special wedding anklets with the bells on them, and walk down the soft red carpet across the lawn, up the stairs and all the way to the bridal suite!