Making The Bride’s Maid

Randi Coles kicked off the bedcovers and groaned softly. It
was stifling in her room. It must be the hottest night of the
year, she thought. Her room felt like an oven.
Even though the window was open, the air outside was just as
hot as it was inside. And the humidity was unbearable. She had
put on her flimsiest nightie, which only went down to the tops of
her thighs and was made of wispy transparent fabric, but even that
was too much.
She decided to go to the refrigerator and get a glass of iced
tea. Maybe that’ll cool me off enough so that I can get some
sleep, she thought.
And she knew she should get some sleep too. Tomorrow would be
a big day. She had the day off from her job as a maid for her
sister’s wedding. And Randi would also be the maid of honor. She
wanted to be at her best, fresh and rested. But how could she do
that in this stinking weather?
She tiptoed quietly down the hallway to the kitchen, hoping
that at least everyone else was asleep, though she didn’t see how
they could be in this heat. She knew that Rick, her future
brother-in-law, and Dave, her younger brother, had stayed up late
playing a game, but they must have gone to bed too. The light was
out in the living room.
She tiptoed past the guest room, where Rick was sleeping
until the wedding tomorrow, and saw no light under the door. It
was dark in the kitchen, but she knew the way to the refrigerator.
The light inside of it made it possible for her to find a glass
and fill it with iced tea.
“Oh, would you pour one for me too, while you’re at it?” a
voice behind her suddenly asked in a soft whisper.
“What?” Randi, startled, whirled around.
The iced tea she had poured for herself spilled onto the
floor. It splashed onto her bare feet.
“Oh shit!” she gasped. “Now look what I’ve done!”
Again she looked up. In the dim light from the refrigerator,
she saw Rick. His body was naked from the waist up, his shoulders
muscular and powerful, his chest hairy and broad. He was only
about five years older than she was, of course, but she had never
thought of him-like that.
And just what do you mean, like that? she asked herself. But
Randi could see that she was not exactly the only one who was
struck by the moment. She suddenly realized that the weak light
from the refrigerator was behind her, illuminating the curves of
her own body through the filmy fabric of her nightie.
Rick, naturally, was looking. Quickly, she closed the door.
Now they were in the dark.
“God, I’ve got to mop this up,” Randi said.
“Here, I’ll help,” Rick murmured. “I didn’t mean to make you
spill it. I was just so hot. I thought I’d come in and get a
glass for myself. Then, when I saw you-”
“Oh, I know,” Randi said. “It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”
She had grown up in the house, so she found her way to the
kitchen towels easily. On the way back to the refrigerator, she
bumped into Rick in the dark.
“Oh! Excuse me,” she said.
But she didn’t pull back. Her arm brushed his naked chest.
She could feel his breath on her neck. Finally Randi moved back
away from him. But she could feel her pulse racing unexpectedly.
She bent down and mopped up the puddle. When she stood up
again, he was right there beside her. It was dark, but their
faces were just inches away from each other.
“Randi, would you pour a glass for me?” Rick asked in a
strange-sounding voice.
“You-could do it for yourself,” she said nervously.
“What would you say if I told you I like to see the light
shine through your nightgown?” he whispered.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“Yes!”
Suddenly she felt his hand on her face. He tilted her mouth
up to his and his lips crushed down on hers. His tongue was
inside her mouth before Randi even knew it, searching and probing.
His hands were up inside her flimsy nightie too. They found
her firm young naked tits and squeezed them eagerly. His fingers
pinched her soft, stiff nipples. Randi gasped.
“Oooohhh! God, we can’t do this!” she cried, pulling back.
“Rick! You know we can’t! What do you think you’re doing?”
But he knew very well what he was doing. And she couldn’t
help responding. Her body grew warm and pliant under his grasp.
“I can’t help it, Randi!” he panted, kissing her neck. “I’ve
always wanted you!”
“No, you can’t say that,” she said. “You’re marrying Laura
tomorrow. You can’t have me. You can’t want me.”
She pulled his hands off her tits and stepped back away from
him. But she half-wished he had not let her stop him. Part of
her wanted him not to take no for an answer. She wanted him to
rip off her nightie and throw her down and fuck her right there on
the kitchen floor, even though she knew that was crazy. Her cunt
was wet for him.
“I can’t help it!” Rick whispered.
“You-have to help it,” she said, trying to sound firm.
“Here.”
She poured a glass of iced tea for him and handed it to him.
She closed the refrigerator door before he could look too long at
her body through her nightie. But Rick set the glass on the
kitchen table.
He came toward her again. Randi didn’t move. This time he
encircled her body with his arms and dropped his hands to her ass.
He got his hands under the skirt of her nightie and squeezed her
high, round asscheeks.
Randi felt hot arrows of lust shooting through her wet pussy.
Oh, Jesus, that feels good! she thought. She kissed him back
eagerly this time.
When they stopped kissing, Randi was panting and gasping with
excitement. Her b***d was hot and racing. She wanted more.
“Rick, please!” she murmured, kissing his hard chest.
“Please what?”
“Please-stop this!”
“You don’t want me to stop.”
“I know I don’t! But we have to! What if Laura found out?”
“She won’t find out unless we tell her. I certainly won’t
tell her.”
“Ahhhnnn!” Randi groaned as she felt one of his hands slide
around her body and dip into her wet crotch.
He slid a finger up into her pulsing pussy. She bit her
lower lip. Her body shivered uncontrollably.
“Why don’t we go to your room?” he asked.
“We can’t!” She spun quickly away from him. “Now leave me
alone. Please!”
“All right,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
He disappeared in the darkness, down the hall, back to the
guest room. Randi took deep breaths to make her pulse slow down.
She tried to pretend that the whole thing had not happened.
She tried to control herself by gulping down the glass of
iced tea. Then she went back to her room and shut the door. She
lay down on her bed, trying to forget about the incident in the
kitchen.
But it was impossible. Her body burned. She touched the wet
lips of her sizzling young cunt with her fingers, recalling how he
had touched her there. She knew he was only a couple of doors
away, right down the hall.
He’s probably lying there thinking how he wants to fuck me,
just like I’m lying here tonight, she thought. But god, what if
Laura ever found out? She’d k**l me. And she’d have every right.
Randi finally removed her nightie, as she had originally
planned. She ran her hands all over her feverish body. Her
smooth flesh glimmered in the moonlight that came through her open
window. She cupped her full young tits, trying to imagine Rick’s
lips on them, sucking wildly.
The fingers of her other hand found her swollen clit and
rubbed it. She tried to imagine his cock inside her. Moving in
and out. God, I want him to do it! she thought desperately.
And then she thought she heard a very soft knock on her door.
“Who is it?” she asked in a loud whisper.
Slowly her door opened. Somebody slipped inside and closed
the door again.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t want anybody to hear me,” Rick said.
Randi forgot she was entirely naked until she saw the look in
his eye as he came closer to the bed. He was devouring her with
his gaze. Rick could hardly tear his eyes from her beautiful
jutting tits. Randi remembered how she had just imagined his
mouth all over them.
“Oh, Rick,” she said in a soft voice, not knowing what to do.
She didn’t make any effort to cover herself as he sat down
next to her on the edge of the bed. His hands came out and cupped
her naked tits. His eyes burned with lust for her.
“Randi, you’re so damned beautiful,” he said. “I can’t help
it.”
“What about Laura?”
“Forget Laura! I want you!”
Randi didn’t try to stop him as he lowered his mouth to her
soft nipples. When he sucked one inside his mouth, she moaned
softly. She knew that if she didn’t let him fuck her, she would
die of need.
“Oh, Rick, it feels so good!” she moaned into his ear,
caressing his hair.
He sucked her gently at first, but as they both grew more
aroused, his mouth became rougher, more urgent. He sucked both of
her nipples sharply, and Randi began to whimper and squirm. Her
hands ran all over his broad hard shoulders and muscular arms.
Finally, she let her hands fall to his crotch. She could
feel the coiled power of his throbbing cock under his pants.
“God, I want you to fuck me, Rick!” she whispered hotly in
his ear.
Already she had his belt buckle unfastened. She unzipped his
fly. Rick stood up and shed his pants. Randi pulled down his
shorts.
He had a long thick prick that was already stiff and jumping.
Randi took it in both hands and smothered it with hot little
kisses. She curled her tongue around the bulging head of his cock
and licked him passionately.
He lay next to her on the bed, and Randi took the head of his
cock all the way into her mouth. She had never really wanted to
suck a man’s prick before, until now. But Rick’s was so big and
alive, so powerful inside her mouth.
She ran her sensual lips all over it, tantalizing him, making
him want her to suck it. When she finally closed her lips over it
again, Rick groaned softly. Randi massaged his balls and sucked
him with slow gentle pulls of her lips.
He twisted his body around and got his head between her
spreading thighs. The next thing Randi knew his tongue was
slipping up into her juicy pussy.
“Ohhhnnnnn!” she groaned, letting his cock out of her mouth
for a moment.
She had never done a sixty-nine before, and found it wildly
exciting. She began sucking him again, this time more rapidly,
aroused by the flicking of his tongue against her tingling clit.
Her body wriggled and quivered with sexual fires.
She realized that he was getting wildly excited too. Rick’s
cock was as hard as an iron pipe, and twitching crazily in her
mouth. His hips jerked, driving his hard cock farther into
Randi’s mouth.
Through the hot thrills she was feeling, she could hear her
bed squeaking as the two of them writhed together.
Feeling herself on the verge of a climax, and knowing Rick
was too, Randi pulled away from him suddenly.
“Oh, Randi, don’t stop!” he gasped in a panting whisper.
“Rick, we’re making too much noise!” she murmured, turning
around to face him. “What if they hear us? What if Laura hears
us?”
He didn’t have an answer to that one. Instead, he kissed her
searchingly, letting his tongue probe deep into her mouth while
his hand found her pussy again. He rubbed her clit with his
fingers until Randi was gasping helplessly with need.
“Oh, Rick, I want you so bad!” she whimpered. “I almost
don’t care if everybody knows!”
“We can be quiet.”
“I want your cock in me!” Randi whispered. “I want to feel it
inside me! Please!”
It only took him a second to slip between her thighs and
slide his hard cock between her oozing warm pussylips. Randi felt
her pulse flutter as the long thick cock fucked deep into her.
She put her arms around Rick’s neck, looking up at him in the
darkness.
“I think I always wanted you to fuck me,” she said to him.
“From the very first time I saw you with Laura.”
“Randi, you’re so tight!” he gasped.
“You like that?”
“God, yes!”
“Unnnggghhh!” she groaned as he withdrew his long cock, then
plunged it deep into her again.
“Shhh!” he whispered. “We have to be quiet!”
“I know. God, it feels so good!”
The bed began to squeak and shake again as he began to fuck
Randi more rapidly. Rick heard it too. He stopped. Randi could
hardly stand it. She didn’t want him to stop fucking for even a
second.
“Ohhh, don’t stop, Rick! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Maybe we should do it on the floor,” he murmured.
“On the floor?”
“It would make less noise.”
“Okay.”
They got out of her bed and lay down on the rug next to it.
Rick grabbed Randi’s pillow and put it under her ass. She didn’t
know what effect that would have, but this time when he slid his
cock into her cunt, it went deeper than before. The sensation
almost made her cry out.
“Ooohhhh!” she gasped. “Oh, Jesus, that’s deep!”
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No, it drives me crazy,” she said, swirling her hips
suggestively.
“Oh, Randi, you’re so beautiful,” he said again, now
beginning to fuck her more urgently than before.
Randi couldn’t believe how aroused she was. She had fucked
several times with her boyfriend Dave, but it had never been so
good. Rick knew how to fuck her so that she wanted to scream with
pleasure.
His hands roamed all over her smooth body, while his cock
slid in and out of her clinging pussy. He clutched her ass,
squeezing it roughly as the edge of his hard prick rubbed against
her swollen clit. Randi nearly came unglued.
“Ohhhnnnn!” she moaned, pumping her cunt rapidly up into his
strong thrusts. “Ohhh, Rick, I’m going to come! Do it hard!
Deep! Oh, God, yessss!”
“Shhhh, Randi, don’t make so much noise!” Rick panted.
“I can’t help it!”
“Here, bite into my shoulder so you won’t be heard,” he said.
“Uhhhhh-uhhhhh!” Randi panted, right on the edge of an
intense orgasm.
Rick fucked his cock deep into her exploding cunt, and she
began to spill over with hot coming. She opened her mouth and bit
into his shoulder, as he had told her to do, just as the
involuntary screams started pouring out of her mouth.
“Unnngggmmeeee!” she wailed, her body seared by the fierce
spasms of her climax. “Mmmm!”
Rick was close behind her. He fucked his cock deep into her
and groaned softly. Randi could feel the long wet jets of his cum
shooting into her pussy.
They clung tightly together until the sharp throbbing
pleasure died away. Then they relaxed, coming apart. Randi tried
to hold his cock inside her, but finally he had to pull it out.
“Randi!” Rick whispered, pulling her body against him. “That
was the best I ever had!”
“Me too,” Randi said. “Only we’ll never be able to have it
again.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Are you going to marry Laura?”
“How can I get out of it?”
“Then at least stay the night with me,” she murmured.
She dropped her hand to his limp cock and began to massage
it. Rick cupped her firm left tit and lowered his mouth to her
soft nipple, sucking it heatedly.
“At least we can fuck a few more times tonight,” Randi said.
But then they both froze as they heard footsteps outside the
door, in the hallway. The floorboards creaked.
“Oh, shit, who can that be?” Rick asked.
“I don’t know. We’d better be very quiet.”
After a few minutes, they heard the toilet flush. Then the
footsteps passed again. But they both knew by now that they had
risked more than they should.
Reluctantly, Rick pulled on his pants and kissed Randi once
before slipping quietly out of her bedroom and going back down the
hall to the guest room.