Tessie L - Sexy Briefs - Knickers in a Twist

Tyler grinned. This just might work. “I didn’t want anybody to catch us,” he said, slipping inside and closing the door. The only light was a dim flicker from a modem incongruously sitting on the floor in the back of the dressing room.

“What do you mean, catch us?” Cheryl asked in a guarded tone.

“Kate, I’m in a bad way, I really am. You’ve just got to help me.” Tyler stepped closer.

“Help with what?” Cheryl asked, curiosity winning over her caution.

“I didn’t think I’d need to. I mean, this is really awkward, but you see, I hadn’t met the bride before.”

“Tyler, what are you talking about?”

“Kate,” Tyler went on. Every time he called her that and she didn’t correct him made it more likely she would keep pretending. “I have to ask you, beg you really, for the Bridesmaid’s Boon. I’m sorry to ask, but the bride. Oh my god.”

“Slow down. What is the Bridesmaid’s thingie, and what do you mean about the bride?” Cheryl sounded confused but very curious, and Tyler grinned to himself.

“You don’t know about the Bridesmaid’s Boon? How could they not tell you? I mean, it’s not official or anything of course, but I thought… Oh, never mind. Forget I asked.”

“No, really, I want to know,” Cheryl pleaded. “Tell me what it is, and what it has to do with m- with the bride.”

Tyler cleared his throat and sat down on the chair. His eyes were adjusting, and he could see Cheryl’s silhouette leaning toward him. “It’s, oh gosh. It’s kind of awkward to talk about. Are you sure you want to know? We can just forget it.”

“No, go on. Really, it’s okay.”

“See, it’s tradition that when the best man, that’s me, has to be around the bride, but only if she’s really attractive you know, he… I can’t say it.”

“You, you think the bride, Cheryl, you think she’s attractive?”

“Are you kidding? When Zach introduced us, I couldn’t figure out what to say. I practically came in my pants. Sorry, that was crude.”

“No, it’s okay,” said Cheryl shyly. “You don’t think she’s, you know, a little heavy?”

Tyler laughed. “I’m sorry, I know you’re her friend and all, Kate, and it must be hard to be around someone that gorgeous and not feel a little insecure, but you’ve got to be kidding.”

There was silence, and Tyler could almost hear Cheryl disbelieving, but wanting to believe.

“Anyway,” Tyler went on quickly, “when that happens, it’s kind of traditional, customary, for the bridesmaid to… to help out,” he finished lamely.

“Help out?” Cheryl said, then gasped. “You mean, distract him?”

Tyler nodded, and said, “I’m sorry, it’s pretty embarrassing. If Cheryl were an ordinary girl, I could just jerk off in the bathroom, but she’s got that amazing ass. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself.”

There was another long pause, broken by a small giggle. “So, you want me to what, help out?”

“Oh, Kate, if you would. Maybe just a blow job would… I’d be able to stand there with her and not have everybody in the audience staring at me.”

“That seems awfully, I mean, we couldn’t,” Cheryl said, sounding both offended and amused.

“No, I understand.” Tyler stood up. He was sporting quite a hard-on just from the conversation, and he made sure he pressed against Cheryl accidentally so that her hand bumped it in the dark.

“Oh, gosh, Tyler, is that your…?”

“I’m sorry, Kate. I can’t help it.”

Cheryl reached out her hand tentatively and felt the hardness in his trousers. “Wow, you’ve got it bad,” she said.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry to bother you,” Tyler said, moving past her toward the door.

He had his hand on the doorknob when she said, “Okay, I’ll help.”

“Oh, Kate, that would be awesome,” Tyler said, scarcely believing his ears. He hurried back to the chair, stumbling against a table in the darkened room.

“Somebody is eager,” Cheryl said, and giggled. “But Tyler, you can’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t.”

“No, I mean nobody. Once we’re upstairs, you have to act like we haven’t even met each other.”

“Kate, I promise. Nobody will know. You are the best.” Tyler stopped as he felt Cheryl’s hands on his chest, gently pushing him into the chair. He sat back, seriously hard and relishing what was about to happen.

Cheryl ran her hands down his sides until she reached his waist. Kneeling, she reached out, then hesitated. Finally, she moved her hand slowly to his pants and unbuttoned the tuxedo pants. Tyler’s erection pressed against her hand, rock hard and urgent. Slowly, she unzipped his zipper, and then caressed his cock through his underwear.

Tyler groaned. Her touch, though feather soft, felt agonizing in his current state. He shifted, pushing himself against her hand.

“You are eager,” Cheryl said, and slid the underwear down, releasing Tyler’s erection which popped out and strained at her as if it had a mind of its own. Cheryl purred and stroked his shaft gently. “It’s lovely,” she said, her hand caressing him softly.

“Oh, god, uh thanks,” panted Tyler, his body tensed and focused on her silky touch.

His eyes half-closed with the exquisite sensation, Tyler didn’t see but rather felt as Cheryl took the head of his cock into her warm, willing mouth. He felt her tongue circle around the tip, and he squirmed. It was almost too much sensation, but then Cheryl slid him in deeper, her mouth engulfing him and playing with him. God damn, she was good at this. Tyler suddenly had an idea why the pretty enough girl had captured Zach’s affections. Any girl who sucked cock this well was worth a dozen bimbos.

Using her mouth as an instrument of exquisite torture, Cheryl slid him in and out, raking the sensitive skin with her teeth one moment, sucking and creating a vacuum the next. In no time, Tyler felt his penis constricting. He knew he would blow soon, and a glorious explosion it would be.

Then she slid him out, and he whimpered, raising his hips to try to reach her mouth. She laughed softly. “I’m not sure this is helping, Tyler. You seem very stiff.”

Tyler looked down at her. By the light of the modem, he could just see her pouty lips inches from his raging erection. He thought about where Zach might be, and how he’d feel if he saw his pretty little bride, due to stand at the altar with him in just an hour or two, with her lips around another man’s cock, and not just any man, but the best man. “May the best man win,” he murmured to himself.

“What’s that?” Cheryl asked, looking up at him.

“God, Kate, you are good. Damn good, but I don’t know.”

She stopped moving. “You don’t know what?”

Tyler went on, trying to speak calmly though everything in him wanted to be back in her mouth. “This feels so good, but I’m going to be in that chapel, and the bride, Cheryl, is going to be standing there so close. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about another girl when you’re…”

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “What about, um, Cheryl?”

“She’s going to be so close and with that low-cut wedding dress, she’s going to be, they’re going to be, right there.”

Cheryl stood slowly. “Her breasts, you mean?”

Tyler groaned again, though this time on purpose. “Oh, those breasts. I’m afraid I’ll just reach out, have to touch them right there in church.”

“Would it help to touch mine?”

“I don’t know, Kate. I guess I could try.” Tyler watched in disbelief as Cheryl slipped off her shift. He wondered when she should be getting her gown on, but lost the thought as Cheryl unsnapped her bra and let her breasts swing freely.