“Oh,” she said vaguely. “You know. Up at school. We had a couple of classes together. He’s like a bad penny. You never know where he’s going to pop up.”
Wendy smiled up at her, and she found herself looking down at her generous chest. “You know, I think it’s pretty shitty that Brad didn’t invite you to the bachelor party. You are part of the wedding party, after all.”
She shrugged, trying to think on her feet. “That’s all right. I don’t really know any of his friends, and I think most people know that I don’t think he’s good enough for Allison. And the only reason I’m a groomsman is because Allie insisted. It’d be just plain weird if I went. Besides,” she said gallantly, “then I wouldn’t be able to hang out with all of you lovely ladies.”
“You’re sweet.” Wendy slid a bit closer. “You know,” she said, “all this wedding stuff has me feeling kind of…romantic. Everyone knows that you’ve been carrying a torch for Allie since we were all in middle school. And that for some reason she’s never looked twice at you. After the reception is over, how about you and me go somewhere and have some fun? Or,” she added, indenting her lower lip with her teeth, “we don’t even have to wait that long. You’re really cute, Ray. And it’s a damn shame that the girls around here don’t notice.”
Shanaya swallowed. Inside her shorts, her cock felt oddly heavy, tingling pleasantly. What would it feel like, she wondered, to have Wendy’s large breasts in her hands, to feel her nipples grow fat and thick under her touch?
“Ray!” Allison’s voice broke the spell like a bucket of cold water. She turned away, but not before he could see Wendy’s grimace of frustration. “You’re here!”
She hardly had time to blink before she found herself on the receiving end of a huge hug. She gathered her friend into her arms, amazed at how they fit together, the top of Allison’s head snugging in beneath her chin. She felt so warm and soft in her arms, so right. In her shorts, her cock gave an enthusiastic twitch, laying fat and thick against her thigh.
“I said I would, didn’t I?” she whispered, her breath stirring her friend’s curls.
Allison’s arms tightened, then she let go, tipping her head up to look into her face. “God, I’m glad you’re here. With Brad halfway to Mexico by now, I need a man’s opinion.”
“Halfway to a whorehouse, if I know him,” Odette muttered, just loud enough for them to hear.
Allison pretended not to notice. “So?” she asked, turning slowly. “What do you think?”
Shanaya swallowed as a surge of pure need poured through her. From the moment they first met, she had thought her friend was lovely. But now, in her wedding dress, her beauty struck her at an instinctive, primal level.
She was swathed in white lace from chest to knee. But the shimmering white cloth revealed more than it hid. Tiny gaps showed tantalizing glimpses of Allison’s tan skin. And her neck and shoulders and upper chest were completely bare, the neckline of the dress plunging in a deep vee that exposed the inner swells of her large breasts.
“Holy Kali preserve me,” she breathed, feeling the blood pounding in her groin. Desperately, she tried to shift so her rising cock wouldn’t tent the fabric of her shorts and reveal her uncontrollable desire. “Allie, he doesn’t deserve you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Allison stared at her, taken by surprise by her blurted confession. “Oh! I almost forgot.” Shanaya dug in her pocket. “I have something for you.”
Her friend glanced down, then back up quickly. Her skin darkened. “Yeah,” she whispered unsteadily, biting a lip to hold back a lewd snicker. “I think you do.”
“Well.” Caught out, she decided to brazen her way through it. “Can you blame me? It’s your own fault, you know.”
The blond girl cocked her head. “My fault?” she said quietly, as if she didn’t want the other girls, gossiping in the corner with Gene, to hear. “How?”
She grinned. “Well, if you were a pimply, horse-faced, sour-mouthed old bitch,” she observed, “I don’t think I would have had this sort of reaction.” She pulled out the necklace, wrapped in its black velvet cloth. “Ready to try it on?”
“Sure.” She turned, lifting her hair off the back of her neck. “Put it on for me?”
Shanaya set the necklace on Allison’s chest, then moved her fingers to the chain, her fingers fumbling at the clasp. Somehow, she couldn’t concentrate. Allison’s warm, female scent was all around her. And they were so close, her chest against the blond girl’s back as she tried to do up the chain, her groin pressing softly against Allison’s bottom. She closed her eyes, fighting for control. And was it her imagination, or was Allie pushing back towards her just the tiniest bit, her rear swaying in a circular motion as she rubbed against her burgeoning erection?
The clasp caught with a faint snick, and she backed away, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt. Allison hurried to a mirror, exclaiming in delight.
“Oh, my God, isn’t this gorgeous?” Drawn by her excitement, the other girls wandered over as well. She fingered one of the gold links. It seemed to glow with its own inner light, making the dress appear even more dazzlingly white. “Ray, this is wonderful! Isn’t it, girls?”
Tara shook her head. “Jesus. We might as well give up right now, ladies. We don’t have a chance. No one at the wedding is going to notice anyone but Allie. Where in the world did you get that necklace, Ray? She looks like something out of a Hollywood movie!”
“Bollywood, more like,” she said. She had introduced Allison to the wonders of India’s over-the-top movie industry years ago, and every few months, she and her friends indulged in a binge watch of the latest hits, giggling at the elaborate song-and-dance scenes and choreographed fights.
“It’s perfect,” Tara said firmly, and the rest of the girls murmured agreement.
“And all I have to do is not gain one single pound in the next twenty-four days,” Allison said. Her hand fingered a link in the necklace, and she caught Shanaya’s eyes in the mirror. “Thank you, Ray,” she said. “This means a lot to me. Please thank your mom for me, too. It can’t be easy to let someone else wear your mother’s jewelry.”
“Jenny?” Margie herself emerged from the fitting room, a cloth measuring tape draped around her neck like a prayer shawl. “You’re next.”
“Ugh,” the dark-haired girl said. She slapped her bottom. “Now we’ll see how much of Mom’s cooking has gone to my ass in the last month.”
Allison’s phone beeped as Jenny followed Margie into the fitting room. Tara handed it to her. “Brad.”
“Well, at least he’s checking in. So far.” Her fingernails tapped at the screen. “He’s on the ground in Cabo. Him and the rest of the crew.”
“Already? Good grief. What time did he leave?”
“His flight was at six, out of Memphis. I hope he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Allison fretted. “I was reading on the internet just a few days ago how the cops down there are all crooked and if they get the chance they’ll throw you in jail until you get people back home to pay a great big bullshit fine, even if you didn’t break any laws.”