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Louisa could barely hear herself think. Filling her lungs, she shouted over the clamour of banging doors and flushing toilets, “Maddie? You done yet?”
No reply.
Huffing impatiently, she faced the grimy mirror and finger combed the brunette curls tumbling beneath her headdress. Satisfied, she slipped a hand inside her Faux leather bodice and re-positioned her boobs.
“What?” she barked at the reflected stare of the red-head preening at the neighbouring sink. “Have you never seen a nun letting her hair down?”
The girl shot her a bemused look and scampered away. Music blasted into the bathroom as she barged through the heavy exit doors.
Louisa returned to the mirror. Even dressed ridiculously, she looked smokin’ hot. She straightened out her headdress and her white collar. Then, leaning closer, she examined her face. Her lips, scarlet and glossy, didn’t need any attention. They couldn’t be more seductive. Her smoky eyes with their long, dark lashes were alluring too. Her skin was a different matter. Tutting, she unclasped her handbag and rummaged for her powder compact.
Suddenly, the stall behind her slammed open. Jolted by the noise, she turned sharply. The sight before her was quite extraordinary: a mountain of white satin and tulle spilling from the graffiti-covered stall, unfurling like the wings of a giant cabbage-white emerging from its chrysalis. Above the dress, a net veil, all skew-whiff, half covered a grinning face. The mouth sprang open, revealing a layer of thick, white goo coating the waggling tongue.
Louisa’s eyebrows arched. “Dirty slut!”
Blue eyes glinting mischievously, the ‘bride’ threw back her head and swallowed before taking a swig of Champagne from the Magnum clamped in her hand. “One down, three to go,” she declared. “It counts, doesn’t it?”
“A blow job? Or d’you mean him?”
Louisa's gaze switched the man crawling out from behind the bride’s billowing skirts. She watched him fumble with his fly and stifled a laugh when, failing to zip it, he dashed for the exit with his y-fronts still exposed. His zig-zag path through the crowded bathroom provoked a chorus of squeals and profanities.
“The blow job, silly,” Maddie snorted. “He was definitely old.”
“And ungrateful. He didn’t even say thank you.”
“Oh, he did,” Maddie nodded assuredly. “Bless him. He’s been panicking about getting out of here. He seems to have managed, though,” she said, staring after him. “Fuck me, he shot a huge load and his cock was a whopper. I nearly choked.”
“Ow,” the nun winced, “too much information.”
“Sorry.” Maddie hiccuped and slapped her chest. “Indigestion. Not sure if that’s the drink or the-”
“The drink. I’m sure it’s the drink.”
“Probably.” The bride held out the enormous bottle. “Want some?”
“No. You keep it.” Louisa eyed her. “Come over here,” she beckoned.
“Something wrong?”
“No. Just come closer and stand in the light.”
Maddie tottered forward, skirts swishing across the tissue strewn floor.
“Okay, hold still.” Louisa straightened Maddie’s tiara and pushed her veil away from her face. Then, wetting a finger, she wiped lipstick smudges from around her mouth. “That’s better.”
“Thank you. That it?”
“Toilet paper stuck to your shoe. Quite a long piece.”
“Oh yeah… thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now then, my slutty bride-to-be, are you ready to get back to your challenge?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good girl," the nun smiled. "Something old…”
“Done that.”
“You have indeed. Something new…”
“Something borrowed and something blue.” Maddie frowned. “How the fuck am I supposed to shag something blue?”
“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Louisa gave her a pat on the cheek. “First things first: something new. Don’t move.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. Back in a second.”
Maddie shrugged. Gripping a sink to steady herself, she closed her eyes. Her head swam from too much Champagne and she needed a break from the dazzling lights. It was harder to shut out the noise. Jarring voices rang in her ears along with the droning pulse of retro ‘club anthems’ booming from speakers too powerful for the bijou venue. The entire building vibrated.
Someone nudged past her and, eyelids opening, she discovered she’d become a talking point. Quizzical looks bombarded her from every corner of the bathroom. Fingers pointed accompanied by girlish giggles. Tickled by the attention, she beamed at her audience, waving at those who dared look her in the eye.
“Maddie?”
The bride turned to find Louisa standing next to her.
“What’re you doing? You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, couldn’t be better.”
“Good.” Louisa touched her arm. “I’d like you to meet your something new. This,” she announced with a flourish of her hand, “is Portia.”
A girl stepped out from behind Louisa. Petite and tanned, she had the most alluring hazel eyes and sleek, chestnut hair that fell in waves down her back. Her curvaceous contours were shoe-horned into a dangerously revealing sparkly, red dress. Silicone-enhanced tits jiggled, unsupported, beneath the flimsy halter neck. Dark nipples protruded through the semi-transparent fabric.
Maddie gaped at her with puzzled interest. “Something new?” she questioned.
“Yes. She’s a girl.”
“Right. And?”
Louisa blinked at her.
“Oh, I see,” Maddie exclaimed when the penny dropped, “you think a girl is new?” Grinning smugly, she shook her head.
“Really? When? You never told me.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Okay,” Louisa twiddled her collar, “how about the fact that she’s a prostitute?”
“Escort,” Portia corrected in a soft, husky voice.
“Whatever. I paid her.”
“Did you?” Maddie looked impressed. “That is new. Wherever did you find her?”
“Last stall on the right. She looked like a pro, so I just asked.”
Portia bristled, her sweet smile fading.
“Well, you game?” Louisa probed. “She is lovely.”
Smile returning, Portia sashayed closer, hips swaying inside a skirt that barely covered her arse. “Pretty,” she purred, batting dark lashes at Maddie.
“I’m sold,” the bride nodded eagerly. “What do I do?”
Louisa stepped aside, letting Portia take control.
“I’ll lead, you follow,” the escort breathed, proffering a hand.
Maddie took it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she trotted after the girl whose floral aroma perfumed the air. Her gaze lingered on the gym-toned ass-cheeks that wiggled delightfully as her stilettos clicked rhythmically across the tiles.
At the far end of the room, where the traffic in and out of the stalls was lightest, the escort halted. A slender, red-tipped finger touched Maddie’s lips. The other hand guided her backward, pinning her against the rough breezeblock wall. Ruby lips brushed Maddie’s cheek.
“Relax,” Portia breathed with vodka scented breath. “Enjoy.”
Her words were spoken with breathy desire and when her lips made contact with Maddie’s neck, the bride shuddered with delight. Head tilting back, she let the Champagne bottle slip from her hand as Portia’s velvety lips covered her neck and shoulders with the lightest, butterfly kisses.
“Mmm… good,” she groaned.
Wondering where Louisa was, Maddie’s gaze darted past the escort, seeking out the black and white nun. She spotted her perched on a sink, merrily scolding a group of gawkers who’d gathered to watch. Smiling, she closed her eyes, giving herself to something new’s attentions.
Manicured hands gathered the material at the front of the wedding gown. The white folds deftly manoeuvred onto one, tanned arm, the other arm snaked beneath and slid smoothly between Maddie’s thighs.
“No panties? Nice.” The escort’s eyes shone with approval.
“My something old wanted a souvenir... oh, wow!”
Maddie’s body quivered, a pulse radiating out from her sex, as Portia’s slender fingers explored her moist pussy. She tingled at every stroke of the gently, circling fingertips, each rub of her aching clitty.
“You like that, pretty bride?”
“Ooh, oh yes, yes.”
A smile creased the corners of the escort’s glossy lips as her agile fingers eased between Maddie’s soft petals. “Ooh, you like that, so wet,” Portia murmured softly. “Do you like this too?”
Maddie groaned as fingers slipped inside her slick tunnel, thrusting deep. Sloppy sucking noises accompanied each thrust, the sound syncopated against her shallow breathing and rapid, booming heartbeat. Her pussy dripped, the pearly droplets lubricating the escort’s movements. Already aroused from her encounter with something old, her sex throbbed. Exquisite sensations rippled through her and the unmistakable waves of an orgasm built rapidly.
It was no good. She was done for. Surrendering to ecstasy, she let her orgasm erupt. Monstrous waves crashed through her. Shuddering, gasping, the bride rode the tremors, savouring every blissful moment. Cries rumbled in her throat, sweat beaded her brow as her tunnel contracted around Portia’s fingers. Weak at the knees and shaking, her breath came in gasps while the waves slowly abated.
A cascade of shimmering white tumbled towards the floor as Portia withdrew her fingers and she let go of Maddie’s skirts. Locking eyes with the bride, she raised her hand high. A translucent goo glistened on her fingers. Smirking devilishly, she sucked a finger into her mouth.
“Delicious,” she purred, licking her lips. “Want to taste?”
When Maddie nodded, Portia kissed her full on the lips, giving her a taste of her own, sweet juices.
“There,” she smiled. “Was I a good enough something new for you?”
“Oh, yes. Perfect.”
“Your friend paid for hand job but if you want more…”
Maddie raised a hand. “No, no. That was lovely. Thank you.”
“Good luck for your wedding,” the pretty escort smiled. “When is it?”
“Oh, it’s-”
“Tomorrow.” Louisa, back on her feet and standing close, slipped an arm around Maddie. “She’s getting married tomorrow.”
Portia pursed her lips but before she could comment, Louisa thanked her and marched Maddie away. “Two down, two to go, you total tart!” She paused. “Fuck that was surreal.”
“Surreal? In what way?”
“Sitting in a bathroom watching you getting finger-fucked by a prostitute? In what way is that not surreal?”
“Escort,” Maddie corrected. “Yeah, it doesn’t happen every day, does it? Wish it did... Oi!” she barked at a gaggle of girls hovering by the sinks. “Show’s over.”
There was a flurry of movement and scurrilous remarks as the crowd dispersed.
“Nosey lot,” Louisa snapped, glowering at the stragglers.
“Hang on, gimme a second.” Maddie elbowed her way to a sink and splashed water on her face.
“You alright?”
“I’m not sure.” Maddie clasped her cheeks. “What the fuck am I doing, Lou? How did you talk me into this?”
“It was your idea.”
“Oh, no, you came up with this challenge. Something old, something new was your idea. I just agreed.”
“Willingly,” Louisa reminded her.
“Yeah. You’re right. I didn’t put up a fight, did I?”
“Nope.”
Maddie picked at the ‘L’ plate pinned to her chest. “I look ridiculous in this stupid dress,” she chuckled.
“While I,” Louisa adopted a sassy pose, “look fucking hot. I’m thinking of wearing this to work on Monday.”
“You should. That’ll liven up the office. ‘Fletch the letch’ will love it.”
“Ew! Good point.” Her gaze drifted to Maddie’s dress. “That’s not your actual wedding gown, is it?”
“This?” Maddie snorted. “You think I’d get married in a traditional ‘meringue’?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. You haven’t told me anything about your dress.”
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Okay, it’s nothing like this,” Maddie swished her skirts, “it’s much slinkier.”
“Thank goodness. Is it white?”
“Off-white.”
“Not red? I’d have plumped for red.”
Maddie glared.
“What? You’re halfway through shagging four strangers on your hen night. You’re a tart. In a good way,” she added.
“Yeah, I suppose I am,” Maddie shrugged. “I’ll make a terrible wife, won’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Louisa!” The bride scowled. “You’re not supposed to say that.”
“Why not? It’s true. Oh come on, I’m teasing.” The nun gave her friend an affectionate squeeze. “It’s your last night of freedom. You’re entitled to have fun.”
“Yes I am,” the bride agreed, “and that being the case, my naughty friend, what are you thinking for challenge number three?
“Ah, something borrowed.” Louisa’s eyes sparkled deviously. “This one’s easy.”
Maddie clapped her hands. “Can’t wait. Shall we?”
“Oh, don’t forget your Champers.” Louisa pointed across the room. “It stayed upright. Don’t ask me how.”
Amazed to see the bottle standing, Maddie scuttled off to retrieve it. “Still fizzy,” she announced gleefully.
“Pass it here, then. Let’s have a sip.”
With bubbles and giggles dancing in their throats, the two friends strutted to the exit on a quest to find something borrowed. Louisa led the way, charging through the doors with gusto. She stopped, abruptly on the other side.
“Crikey!” she gasped, clamping her hands over her ears.
The friends were engulfed by a wall of sound that had increased several decibels since they’d retreated into the bathroom. The thumping music was so loud, the floor beneath their stilettos bounced. Mouths agape, they linked arms securely before picking a path through the milling throng. Their shoes stuck to the sticky carpets, the stench of sweat took their breath away, but the atmosphere was electric.
“Where are we going?” Maddie yelled as she hopped over a comatose man on the floor in front of her.
“You’ll see,” Louisa replied.
“What?”
“I said, you’ll see.”
“Eh?”
“Just keep with me,” the nun mouthed.
Louisa’s destination was the overcrowded dance floor. Eyes shining with excitement, she surveyed the square of polished, wood flooring, crammed with cavorting revellers. Heads bobbed and arms flailed, the sea of thrashing bodies illuminated in every colour by the hyperactive disco lights. Keeping a firm grip on her friend, Louisa sought out a spot away from the towering speaker stacks.
“Can you hear me now?” she asked, enunciating her words loudly and slowly.
“Just about.”
“Good. Bloody hell, it’s mayhem in here.”
Maddie shrugged. “I like it. Look at my dress,” she grinned, pointing to the rainbow colours reflecting off the white.
Louisa smiled. “Beautiful. Stay here. I’m going to find something borrowed.”
“What was that?”
“I said…” Sighing, Louisa held up a finger. “Stay.”
“Okay.”
Excitement building, Maddie swigged Champagne while she watched her friend weaving between the bouncing partygoers. She couldn’t work out what Louisa was doing: she kept grabbing people's wrists and holding them up to the light. Puzzled, Maddie looked on with growing interest as the nun, all smiles and jiggling cleavage, propositioned a tall man dressed in a suit. Much gesticulating and arm waving followed before the man, shrugging, followed the nun away from the dance floor.
“Got one,” Louisa shrieked, returning with her prize.
“Eh?”
“Look. Borrowed.” She held the man’s left hand aloft. A shiny gold band glinted on his ring finger. “Meet Tom.”
“Hi, Tom,” Maddie grinned. She scrutinised the slightly greying, middle-aged man. It was hard to make out his exact appearance in strobing, multi-coloured lights but, from what she could see, she was rather taken. “You have lovely eyes,” she hiccuped.
“Thank you. So do you. And a beautiful smile.”
Maddie giggled at the compliment. “So, Tom,” she said, straining to make herself heard over the music, “I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“I heard. And you’d like me to be your something borrowed?”
“Yes, I would,” she breathed, trailing her finger down his chest. “Is that real?” she asked, touching his wedding ring, “or d’you wear it to ward off the likes of me?”
“Ah, that would be telling,” Tom winked.
“Ooh, a man of mystery. I like that. I take it, you’re game?”
“I certainly am,” Tom agreed, stroking Maddie’s arm. “And what about you?” His dazzling blue eyes flitted to Louisa’s face. “Are you going to join in?”
The nun puckered her lips. “Maybe. I’ll have to-” She stopped short as Maddie nudged her. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not convinced he’s married,” the bride whispered loudly into Louisa’s ear. “Just a hunch, you know? I don’t think he’s borrowed.”
“Yes, he is,” Louisa assured her. “Anyway, I dragged him away from his mates, so you could say we’ve borrowed him from them.”
“Oh, okay. That works. Phew, what a relief,” she tittered. “He’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to get my teeth into him.”
“So I see.”
“Shall we take him over there,” Maddie pointed to a dimly lit corner on the far side of the dancefloor, “to that red sofa?”
The large, three-seater sofa, tucked against the wall, was occupied by a couple who were intimately engaged. Louisa looked at it doubtfully.
“Well?” urged Maddie. “Do you have a better suggestion?”
When Louisa shrugged, Maddie grabbed Tom and led the way. Her pussy, hot and dripping, ached to be fucked. Portia and old had been delightful appetisers but she was hungry for the main course. Tom was as eager for sex as she was. Maddie smiled to see a substantial bulge rubbing against his tight fitting trousers. He had a thick, hard cock tucked away in there, all ready for action.
“Budge up,” she shrieked when the three of them reached the sofa.
The rutting couple looked up. Shocked to find a bride and a nun standing over them, they quickly shuffled to the far end. As soon as they made space, Maddie shoved Tom onto the stained, velvet cushions. She discarded her Champagne and dropped to her knees in front of him while Louisa leaned against the wall, watching in awe.
Eyes glinting wickedly, Maddie unbuckled Tom’s belt and, grasping his trousers in her painted talons, hooked them down. A sigh escaped her lips: inside his Union Jack boxers was a rock-hard erection.
“Perfect,” she breathed. “One more thing…” Rummaging in her headdress, she produced a shiny silver packet.
“Condoms in your veil?” gawped Louisa from the sidelines.
Maddie winked and tore open the packet. She positioned the rubber over Tom’s swollen cockhead and deftly rolled it down. Her hand closed around the sheathed shaft. It pulsed in her palm, the throbbing heat making her salivate. Getting to her feet and gathering up her skirts, she flicked a leg over Tom’s knees, straddling him.
Her pupils dilated when her longing slit made contact with his cock and rumbling groans escaped her throat as, slowly, carefully, she impaled herself. An avalanche of white satin hid the naughtiness beneath, but there was no disguising Tom’s look of delight or Maddie’s cries of ecstasy as she rode him, hard.
The nun looked on, sex aching with need. She longed for a piece of the action but Tom would never manage to multitask with the rampant bride wildly riding his cock. Thoroughly frustrated, she snatched up Maddie’s Champagne and took a swig. The bubbles went up her nose, tickling her, but the effects felt good. Relaxing, she leaned against the wall, enjoying the tingles in her scorching sex as she watched the show.
The sofa smashed against the wall, the rhythm matching the beat of the music. Whooping with joy, Maddie let herself go. She ground her pussy against Tom’s crotch, his cock, buried deep, stroking her tunnel with delicious friction. Jolted by her rhythm, the couple at the other end of the sofa merely mimicked it. They writhed in time to Maddie and Tom in a bizarre display of synchronised fucking.
Louisa blinked and swigged more alcohol. “You lucky, fucking bastards,” she sighed, raising the bottle to salute them.
The rampant shagging built to a frantic climax and when Maddie screamed out her orgasm, her piercing shrieks carried above the pounding music. Faces turned her way as Maddie threw her head back, body twitching. Slowly coming down, she looked up at her friend, a smug, lop-sided smirk on her face.
“Mmm… that was good.”
“No kidding,” Louisa giggled. “You alright there, Tom?” she yelled to the man beneath the bride.
Red in the face and sweating, he answered with a beaming smile.
“Nothing left for me then,” Louisa sighed.
“Oh, I dunno.” Tom beckoned her over. “Come here.”
When Louisa edged closer, he threw an arm around her neck and kissed her. The kiss was rough, urgent and, lustful fires burning inside her, Louisa kissed him back. Her tongue tangled with his: probing, exploring. Off balance, she grasped the nearest object to steady herself - Maddie’s arm, in this case.
She held on tightly, her mouth mashing against the man whose wilting cock was still buried in the bride’s hot depths. Louisa’s sex tingled, tiny spasms shooting through her body. A lustful sigh from the woman beside her sent her pulse racing but when that sigh became a sob, she immediately pulled away.
“Maddie? Hey, sweetie, what’s wrong? Oh no, did I overstep the mark?”
“No, no, you didn’t,” she sobbed, “I did.” Maddie smiled at Tom. “You were great, thank you,” she said dismounting in a whirl of white.
Unfazed by public exposure, Tom stood up and stretched. He pulled the condom from his drooping penis and held it aloft to admire the contents. “Not bad,” he grinned, tossing the slimy rubber down the back of the sofa. Winking at Maddie, he tucked his cock back inside his boxers. “You okay?” he asked.
The bride nodded but her reddening cheeks said otherwise.
Sensing trouble, Tom kissed her forehead and backed away. “Another time, ladies,” he chirped as he disappeared.
Louisa turned to her friend. “Maddie? Talk to-”
The music suddenly swelled, drowning out her words. Louisa tried to talk again but the couple at the far end of the sofa were grunting loudly and shouts bellowed from the dance floor as riotous dancing became even more frenetic. Irritated, she hauled Maddie to her feet.
“We’re going,” she instructed.
“What?”
“This way. Now.”
Champagne in one hand, Maddie in the other, Louisa charged towards the emergency exit straight ahead. She barged into the push bar and shoved the door open. Thankfully, no alarms went off and the two girls found themselves on a metal fire escape. Louisa let go of the door, keeping it ajar with her foot. With the din of the club mercifully muffled and cool air washing over her skin, she took a deep breath and turned to the bride.
“Well?”
Sobs racked Maddie’s delicate frame. “I’m a slut, Lou,” she wailed.
“Oh, sweetie,” Louisa slid her arms around the distraught girl, “you’re not.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re a twenty-two-year-old who’s not ready for marriage. That’s all.”
“I am ready. I love him.”
“I know you do and I like Tony but…” she held her friend's face between her hands and looked into her eyes, “you’re not ready and he’s not the one.”
Fat tears rolled down Maddie’s cheeks.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
Sniffing, Maddie shook her head.
“Oh sweetie,” Louisa kissed her forehead. “What will you do? Call it off?”
The bride nodded. “I’ll talk to him tonight, tell him I can’t go through with it.” Her face suddenly creased. “I think he’ll be relieved.”
“Maddie, I’m sorry, so sorry.” Rummaging in her handbag, Louisa found a tissue and handed it over.
“Thanks,” Maddie sniffed, wiping her tears. “I feel like such a fool.”
“No, you’re not. You’re brave.”
“Don’t feel brave,” she spluttered. She gestured to her eyes. “Would you?”
Louisa took the tissue, rolled it up and gently wiped away the tear smudged make-up. “There. You still look beautiful.”
Maddie managed a smile. “I have something blue.”
“Oh?”
“Me.”
“Oh, no,” Maddie hugged her. “Do you want to go home? Get it over with?”
Shaking her head, Maddie snatched the Champagne from her friend’s hand. Holding it to her lips, she gulped it. When she was done, she burped loudly. “Oops, sorry!” She turned the bottle upside down.
“Is that all gone? A whole magnum?”
“I’m going to feel like shit in the morning, aren’t I?”
“Yep. Oh well. It’s not like you’ve got to be anywhere.”
“No… oh, Lou,” Maddie face creased again but, instead of tears, a giggle emerged. “I’m going to have to go into hiding, aren’t I?” she grinned. “Tony’s relatives are already here. They’ll hunt me down. Do you think I should emigrate?”
“Probably.”
Maddie slapped a hand across her face.
“It’s fine. You’re too late to cancel the reception so let them have a party. They can exchange wedding gifts and drink each other under the table. They’ll have a whale of a time.” She nudged, Maddie, “You can go along if you want.”
“No. Absolutely not!” Head sinking onto Louisa’s shoulder, Maddie burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed, tears smudging what was left of her make-up.
“That’s better, my sweet girl. You’re doing the right thing, Maddie. Believe me, you are. Ouch,” Louisa winced.
“What’s wrong?”
“My foot hurts. This door’s heavy.”
Taking a breath, Maddie straightened up. She shoved the empty Champagne bottle in the doorway. “Better?”
“Much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Maddie dabbed her shiny nose with the tissue. “Honest opinion - how do I look?”
“Lovely. Why?”
“I want to be ready.”
“To face Tony?”
“Nope. To get on with my life,” Maddie said, decisively. She grinned at Louisa, “We’re out on the town, we’re tipsy and we’re in really stupid costumes.”
“Your point being?”
“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but to my way of thinking, a challenge is a challenge whether I make it up the aisle or not.”
“True.”
“So, you,” Maddie prodded Louisa, “need to help me find shag number four.”
“Something blue?”
“Yep.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’m having the time of my life, Lou. Why stop now?”
Louisa hugged her friend and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s the spirit.”
“Besides,” a wicked smile crept across the bride’s face, “did you, erm, spot the rugby team over by the bar?”
“The ones in blue shirts with their faces painted blue? Couldn’t miss them.”
“D’you think its fate?” the bride smirked.
“More like a dream come true.” Louisa flicked back her hair and pushed out her cleavage. “Maddie, my dearest not-a-bride-to-be, the night is young and so are we. Oh, that rhymes.” Giggling, she offered her arm. “Shall we?”
“Rude not to.” Eyes alight with mischief, the bride linked arms with the nun. “Four shags in one night?” she snorted. “Only four? Puh! Not if I can help it.”
*
With thanks to JWren for the editing and encouragement
Jeannie
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