Chapter 16 #2
“If you already like that, you should taste it from the source,” Riley says breathlessly, making zero effort to hide how turned on she is and pushing her own panties down over her hips until she can kick them off.
She scooches back on the bed to make space for Charlotte to join, who eagerly climbs up to follow her.
“I wish I would’ve thought of that,” Charlotte murmurs against a hipbone, grazing it with her teeth.
While slowly kissing her way to the patch of hair above the pubic bone, she feels one of Riley’s hands slide into her hair.
She pauses for a moment, deciding whether she likes that, but when she feels a set of nails digging into her scalp, it causes a shiver to run down her spine. Yes. Yes, she likes it.
Hovering inches above her pussy, Charlotte gets overwhelmed by the scent of Riley’s arousal, drawing her in on instinct. Mesmerized, Charlotte lowers herself down on her chest, leans on her elbows, and uses both thumbs to spread Riley open and expose her clit.
“Please,” she hears a desperate whimper, only now noticing that Riley is shaking under her touch.
The scent gets even stronger, and before one of them can actually go insane, she flicks her tongue at the small, pulsing bundle of nerves. Riley starts panting even faster, breathing heavily through her nose.
Charlotte does it again, reveling in the jolt of Riley’s body when her tongue makes contact—and again. Then she stays there, enveloping her clit completely with her lips, sucking softly.
“Oh shit!” Riley’s hips buck up wildly, making Charlotte lose her grip.
“No, no, come back,” she begs, guiding her head between her legs by her hair.
Charlotte grins as she lets her mouth and nose be pressed into Riley’s core, and this time she takes a long swipe from her entrance to her clit, taking everything there is on offer.
Her senses get completely overrun by Riley, Riley, Riley. There’s something about being allowed to be this close to her, to experience the most intimate part of her. It’s a privilege to taste her like this—to draw the most delicious sounds out of her.
“I think I might be gay,” Charlotte muffles, her mouth full of pussy. Riley can’t help but laugh.
“You think?”
Charlotte’s tongue starts exploring, just like how Riley’s always does. She wants to find the exact spots and movements that set her off the most, turning Riley into a blabbering mess. Charlotte’s own mind goes hazy from watching Riley lose herself to pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. I am so, so gay,” she decides, before burying her face and tongue in Riley’s cunt so she doesn’t need her hands anymore. She brings one free hand up under her chin, and carefully starts teasing around her entrance with one finger.
The sound Riley makes when she enters and curls her finger makes a wave of pure euphoria wash over her. She wonders how it’s possible to feel this ecstatic by making someone else feel good—there’s nothing that can ever compare to this feeling.
She doubles her efforts, and with success: “Oh god, oh god,” Riley chants, making Charlotte feel more proud with every word she utters. “Right there, fuck yes!”
Riley comes with a cry and her spine goes rigid. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her hand replaces Charlotte’s hair with the bed sheets, her knuckles whitening as her grip tightens. Charlotte keeps fucking her through it until she starts squirming.
During a final moment of adrenaline, Charlotte slides her finger out and sucks it into her own mouth again for Riley’s viewing pleasure.
“This might be my new favorite thing to do,” she says around her finger, releasing it with a sharp sucking sound and crawling up the bed to look a spent Riley in the eyes.
“You should get a taste too,” she says, lowering her mouth onto Riley’s and pouring every bit of affection she feels into the kiss, making Riley release a satisfied sigh around her tongue.
Riley’s arms envelop her and she lets herself get pulled in, eventually dropping her body onto Riley’s and her face in her neck.
“Just to double check,” Riley mumbles weakly. “You did agree to date me, right? Because I might cry if this is the last time we’re ever doing this.”
Charlotte chuckles against her skin and presses a soft kiss beneath her ear. “Depends. What does dating mean in your opinion? Are we going out? Are we exclusive? Are we… in a relationship? Or are you asking me to get m—” Her eyes widen. “Married! Fuck, Riley, the reception! What time is it?”
“You’re the one wearing a watch.”
“Yeah. Wait. Let me check.”
Charlotte reluctantly rolls off of her and checks the time. “Shit, shit! Why does this keep happening to us? We have to go!”
Frantically looking around for her dress, she watches Riley lazily arise from the bed.
“Would you kindly make haste?!” she asks snarkily, as if Riley understands her better that way.
“Yeah, I heard you,” Riley sighs. “I’ll shower first—”
“No time! We have to go, like, right now.”
“Oh shit,” Riley says when she finally starts to comprehend in how much of a hurry they are.
Charlotte pulls her dress back down her body as Riley looks around for her panties. When she finds them and moves to put them on, Charlotte stops her.
“Wait.”
Riley looks up. “Aren't we in a rush?”
“Yes,” Charlotte nods, while walking over to Riley. “But still. Wait.”
She plucks the panties from Riley’s hand, takes a second to notice how cold and wet they are, and she shakes her head.
“Actually, no. I’ll let you borrow mine,” she says, while chucking Riley’s panties into a corner of the room and finding a set of clean ones in her dresser. Still confused, Riley follows her every move.
“C’mere,” Charlotte says, walking back to the bed.
Before Riley can stop her, Charlotte has already put Riley’s legs through the holes, now sliding them up to her hips.
Next, she takes the blue slacks off the floor, extends a hand for Riley to grab, and pulls her up into a standing position.
Once she is up, Charlotte puts Riley’s hand on her shoulder to give her stability, crouches down herself, and taps one of Riley’s ankles.
“Up,” she says, and Riley dumbly complies, lifting her foot and letting it be guided into her pant leg. The other one follows, and Charlotte continues shimmying the pants up Riley’s legs and over her hips. By the time she closes the zipper and the button, their bodies are nearly flush again.
“You remembered,” Riley whispers when Charlotte looks up and into her eyes. She looks impressed and like she’s about to cry at the same time.
“Of course I remembered,” Charlotte laughs shyly. “The image never left my mind.”
“Who knew you’d be such a hopeless romantic,” Riley teases her, cupping her cheek.
“Romantic, yes. Hopeless, no,” Charlotte fires back. “And if we had more time, this moment would be less awkward, but we really, really have to go.”
They quickly move on to checking themselves in the mirror.
Their hair is a mess and their clothes are wrinkled, but there’s nothing they can do about it now.
At least they can take a minute to get rid of any makeup stains on their face before leaving the hotel room and running back to the reception.
Both totally out of breath, they arrive to see the rows of chairs have been moved into a dinner setup, all the guests already in their newly designated spots. Charlotte’s blood runs cold when she sees Gabi and Lou standing at the gazebo, microphone in hand.
“...not sure where they are, but they should be somewhere around here,” she hears Gabi say, shielding her eyes with a hand to search for the two women who have only just arrived.
“Oh! There you are! Charlotte, Riley, speech time,” she says excitedly, and the guests applaud politely.
Charlotte and Riley turn toward each other, having a silent, panicked conversation between themselves.
Fuck.
The speeches.
Did you—?
No.
Me neither.
Charlotte makes a decision. She pulls Riley toward the gazebo and snatches the microphone from Gabi’s hand, motioning for the brides to take their seats.
“Hi everyone,” Charlotte says to the guests. “I’m sure you all remember me: the surprise act at the engagement party for our lovely brides here.”
A few people chuckle, and Gabi and Lou exchange knowing smiles—smiles that have nothing to do with what Charlotte’s saying, but rather the state both she and Riley are in.
“Sorry we’re late,” she continues, watching Riley from the corner of her eye. “But we had some business to attend to. Business that we need to dedicate to Gabrielle and Lou. Uhm…”
Charlotte takes a deep breath. “We’re… we are the business.
” She jabs a thumb in Riley’s direction and tries to ignore the drop of her jaw.
“Not to make this about us,” she chuckles, awkwardly clearing her throat when the audience remains quiet.
“But Lou and Gabi—they knew. When they chose us to be their maids of honor, they knew they were signing us and each other up for a lot of trouble, but mostly for something… more.”
Looking at Riley again, who seems to be in the middle of processing Charlotte’s sudden change of heart, she smiles and takes her hand.
“And I think that is the thing we want everyone to know about my best friend Gabi, and Riley’s best friend Lou.
During one of the biggest events of their lives, they created space for something they knew would be good for us, something they saw way ahead of us and something they wanted to nurture and grow.
It speaks of the unrelenting and stable love they are capable of; not only for each other, but for their friends. ”
There’s a restless murmur in the audience, and she watches Lou slide her hand over Gabi’s knee. Then, Riley takes the microphone from her.