Amy At The Lesbian Wedding

Growing up, Rochelle "Shelly" Rosenberg was my next door neighbor. She was everything I aspired to be - confident, athletic, and cool. As a little pipsqueak 6 years her junior, I looked up to her as a mentor and big sister. Even after she went off to college when I was in 8th grade, we stayed connected through social media and occasional texts. But like many childhood friendships, ours slowly faded away as we both had our own experiences and separate lives to navigate.

Imagine my surprise when I received an invitation to Shelly's wedding at my parents' house that was addressed specifically to me. It had been years since we last spoke, but our friendship still meant something to her and she wanted me at her wedding! I'd never been so flattered and excited. Suddenly I was that giddy little girl again, determined to follow Shelly anywhere if it made her think I was cool. Then came the second surprise - Shelly was marrying a woman named Maria Lopez. It suddenly all made sense why she never had any boyfriends during the time we were close. She was, and always had been gay. Of course! In retrospect it should have been obvious. Somehow that made her all the cooler to me.

As I processed this information, my mind started racing with questions. If we HAD stayed close now that we were both adults, had there ever been any potential between us? Hypothetically of course, since I was straight and she was now betrothed to the apparent girl of her dreams. Still, that little what if question lingered in my head. If there ever WAS a woman I would have considered...Nevermind. Irrelevant.

Without hesitation, I RSVPed yes to the wedding. The thought of attending a lesbian wedding filled me with anticipation and excitement and nerves, definitely nerves. I was 19, barely a year into college and out of the house. I was confident enough in who and what I thought I was, but I also knew I'd likely be the youngest adult attendee there and, I assumed, one of the only straight people. There was something exciting and strange and kind of foreboding about the idea of being a straight woman surrounded by other women who were attracted to women at this wedding. Is my relative inexperience showing in my overthinking? The good news was I was about to gain a whole lot of experience.

You see, there were two women at this wedding that would take an interest in yours truly and change my life for the better. My name is Amy Bauers, I'm 19 years old and this is the story of how I became the third in a committed Lesbian throuple after showing up as the only single, and only straight girl at Shelly's Lesbian Wedding:

The ceremony itself had been a thing of beauty. Shelly and her new bride had been absolutely stunning in their matching white lace dresses with pastel rainbow fringe. They were flanked by their bridesmaids and "bride's dudes" who were all women dressed in form fitting suits and matching hats. Right after the ceremony I'd even gotten a quick moment of hello and a big hug from her for making the trip on my own.

When the reception began, I found myself standing with the other guests in the fancy hotel's most luxurious reception hall, clutching a champagne flute to my chest as I waited in the informal line to see where my table was. Not that it really mattered where I sat, literally the only person I knew here was Shelly.

While I waited in the slow motion pseudo-line to see where to sit, my eyes wandered over the unique and very varying mix of attendees to this unabashedly queer affair. Chalk it up to my sheltered upbringing but it was still a little jarring seeing all these women holding hands and being affectionate with each other. It wasn't that I thought I was wrong, I just had never seen it carried out so openly without any attention called to it. As it should be, but new to me at that point.

I didn't want to make an assumption about the women around me, but I also had this strange suspicion I was being looked at, sized up, considered for...I didn't know what. I mean, I couldn't blame them in some ways. Cute as a button was how I'd been described by the last dud of a date I'd had.

I'd put some significant effort in getting my hair right for today's event. The dirty blonde locks were wavy and fell just below my shoulders, framing my face just right. I have hazel eyes that I complimented with some eyeshadow and mascara for the formal event. I'm about 5'5 in the simple heels I wore that day. I'm proud of my clear pale skin and how it compliments my slightly curvy, fit body. I've been told I have a nice round butt and perky, albeit a little small breasts. For the wedding, I was wearing a purple strapless A frame party dress with a pair of soft cheeky maroon panties and a matching strapless bra beneath. I probably could have gone without the bra, but I expected to be dancing later, and ya girl likes her support when she's bouncing around. For my makeup, I went for bold yet tasteful, with winged eyeliner and crimson red lips.

"Isn't this just lovely?" a woman nearby cooed to her partner, their fingers entwined.

"Absolutely," her partner agreed, casting an appreciative glance around the room. I watched the two beautiful women walk by holding each other lovingly. It seemed so...nice.

I took a sip of my drink, trying to drown my nerves in its bubbly embrace. I was kicking myself for coming here alone, not that I had anyone to bring. It's not like I knew anyone who I'd be comfortable bringing to Shelly's Big Lesbian Wedding, as I'd built it up in my head in the weeks since I'd RSVPed. I guess I still idolized Shelly and it felt like such a big deal to be invited that I'd endure anything, and it did feel like enduring. This was all so foreign to me -- the love, the passion, the unmistakable electricity in the air.

"Hey there," a sultry voice whispered suddenly into my ear, breaking me out of my over-analysis and making me spin to see who had just invaded my personal space so sensually from behind.

Before me stood one of the most striking women I had ever seen. She was a good six inches taller than me, even in my heels, and she was curvy and busty and...thick in all the right ways. She had deep brown hair and sparkling piercing green eyes that just drew me in like a moth to a flame. I recognized her from the wedding ceremony. She'd been in the wedding party on Maria's side. I remembered noting how she'd filled out her gray men's suit the best of all the "bride's dudes" flanking Maria and she had really been the only one to pull off the matching fedora if I'm honest. My eyes went up and down my new acquaintance' body and I drank in her voluptuousness, even more perfectly highlighted by the flattering suit and the light blue camisole beneath the jacket up close.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," she continued, flashing me a charming smile.

"Oh, no problem. You didn't" I lied, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. "Uh, hi there yourself."

"Nice dress," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I was pulled in instantly.

"Thank you," I replied, self-consciously smoothing the fabric over my hips. "I'm Amy."

"Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Mandy, and this is Selene," she motioned to a tall, sinewy woman standing just behind her in a similar suit and hat. Wow, these women really pulled this androgynous look off, but in like, opposite ways. Selene was just as tall and even more commanding. She was muscular and shapely in all the ways that her companion was curvy. Her smokey eyes bore into me from her intense face framed by her dark red hair.

"Hi," I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest as our gazes met. There was something undeniably magnetic about these two women, something that both scared and excited me.

We exchanged pleasantries as they guided me into a small circle with them in the corner of the reception hall, chatting about the beautiful ceremony we'd just witnessed. I couldn't help but feel the weight of their gazes on me, like they could see right through my flimsy facade of confidence and recognize the vulnerable girl beneath.

"Can I be honest with you?" Mandy asked, leaning in close to my ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

"Sure," I whispered, feeling my cheeks flush as our bodies brushed against each other.

"My lady and I can't help but notice how incredibly cute you look all done up like this." Mandy said matter-of-factly.

"We spotted you from up on the altar," Selene pointed out. My cheeks were suddenly flushed. These women had noticed ME from their important place in the wedding?!

"Mhmm, and we also notice that you don't seem to be here with anyone. Is that accurate? No plus one?" Mandy asked me, putting me suddenly on the spot as she leaned further into my personal space.

"Uh, no," I stammered, realizing there was no point in denying it to my new friends. "You're not wrong. I'm here flying solo."

"Interesting," she purred, her fingertips trailing lightly along my collarbone. It was such a simple yet surprisingly intimate gesture from someone I just met I couldn't help but blush. What was up with that?

"So how do you know the uh, brides then?" Mandy continue.

I perked up and launched into a mini spiel about growing up next to Shelly and looking up to her and being so flattered I'd gotten an invitation. Mandy and Selene loved it and pressed me for some inside childhood stuff about their pal Maria's new beau. They gave me a good ribbing about how I couldn't possibly have known that Shelly was, and always had been, a big ol' dyke. They touched my upper arms and shoulders quite a few times as we laughed at childhood me's sheltered obliviousness.

"So then I guess this is your first time at an all-girl wedding like this?" Mandy asked, stepping closer in again until our bodies were almost touching. Her perfume was intoxicating, a mix of musk and something sweet that made my head spin.

"Uh... yes," I admitted, feeling my face grow even hotter. "That obvious?"

"Your eyes give you away," she said with a wicked grin, her fingers tracing slow circles on the exposed skin of my forearm. "We can see you giving the alternative-looking chicks and their partners those prolonged curious looks. You should probably work on your subtle glance game, little one."

Selene leaned in and continued. "You're wondering what the dynamic between them is, aren't you? Now that the roles aren't defined by gender, you're trying to imagine who's doing what to whom, aren't you?"

The insinuation made me go beet red all the way down to my core. I hadn't been conscious of it, but when they pointed it out, I realized that that was exactly what I'd been doing.

Mandy was pointing at one such couple walking by before us.

"You're doing it to them, ain'tcha?" Mandy asked. My mouth fell open as I struggled to piece the words of refute out, but I had lost all coherence in my shame and embarrassment. "You wanna ask 'em? I bet they'd be happy to tell you. HEY-"

"No stop!" I grabbed at Mandy's arm and shook my head desperately. This got both Mandy and Selene laughing.

"Alright cutie. Maybe we'll find out later," Mandy said, running her other hand reassuringly over my hand holding her arm.

I let out a sigh of relief and let go. The warmth I felt from touching her lingered briefly on my now empty palms.

"So if you didn't come here to learn about the varying dynamics that can be found in WLW relationships, what ARE you doing here?" Selene pressed.

"Um, supporting my good friend?" I croaked back, unable to tear my gaze away from Selene's. There was something magnetic about her presence, but something that felt forbidden and wrong for me too.

"Mhmm," she said, leaning in close enough that our lips almost brushed. Her hot breath against my lips making them tingle "A likely story."

My heart skipped a beat as she said this before she pulled away. I took a giant swig from my champagne glass as Mandy and Sloane held back giggles. It was empty when I brought it back down and the two ladies before me saw their opportunity.

"Would you like a drink?" Selene offered, gesturing towards the bar. "Open bar and we don't want our new friend so nervous and jittery. It's a celebration after all!"

"Sure," I said, nodding gratefully. The two women guided me smoothly towards the bar. As Mandy turned to order drinks, my gaze lingered on the curve of her hips, appreciating the way her tailored pants hugged her body. I swallowed hard, surprised by the intensity of my attraction.

"Here," Mandy said a few moments later, handing me a glass filled with a vibrant, crimson liquid. "Try this."

"Thank you," I murmured, taking a tentative sip. The taste was sweet and tangy, like ripe berries with a hint of something exotic. As I drank, I could feel the liquid warmth spread through my body, loosening my muscles and making me feel more at ease.

"Feeling better?" Mandy asked, her lips quirking into a knowing smile.

"Much," I admitted, feeling my inhibitions begin to melt away under their combined attention.

"Good," Selene said, her eyes dark and predatory as they locked onto mine. "Now how about you come sit with us at our table. We'd hate the idea of our new friend stuck at some loser table when we think you're cool as heck!"

Mandy winked at me and any reservation I had about upsetting the assigned seating by switching to their table melted away.

The twinkle in Mandy's eyes seemed to mirror the flickering candles on the tables as Selene gently guided me to sit between them. Their intoxicating scents mixed with the floral arrangements, making my head spin with a dizzying blend of arousal and curiosity.

"Your dress is stunning, Amy," Mandy cooed, her fingertips brushing against the silky fabric of my purple party dress, sending shivers down my spine. "It complements your eyes beautifully."

"Thank you," I replied, feeling warmth bloom in my cheeks as I glanced at their own impeccably tailored suits. "You both look absolutely amazing too."

"Heh yeah considering these uniform suits were all Maria's idea, we fill them out pretty nicely huh?," Selene quipped, smirking as she ran her fingers through her sleek red hair. "We're actually not all that butch day to day, but Maria insisted. Fuckin Bridezilla."

Mandy laughed at this and Selene rolled her eyes with her own smile.

"At least my girl Mandy fills hers out unfairly sexily don't you think?" Selene said gesturing to Mandy's body. The opportunity to look her curvy body up and down once more made me go dry in the throat. I nodded dumbly as I gulped more of my mixed drink, feeling the booze warm my stomach.

"Flatterer." Mandy chided Selene. "And I mean come on, our drab gray suits are kinda being upstaged by this gorgeous dress you got on, Amy. That purple pops on you, girl!"

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts while basking in their praise and close proximity.

"You can be honest, you wore it in the hopes that someone here would wanna take it off you tonight, right?" Mandy said with a big confident grin on her face.

I almost coughed up my drink when she said that. "Um, well actually ha, no."

"NO?!" both women said in unison. "How can that be?"

"Well uh, ladies, it may surprise you to know, I'm actually straight, so I showed up to this girly wedding with uh, no aspirations whatsoever."

The gobsmacked, open mouth shocked look on their faces is an image that is still burned into my memory. They both pulled off their hats, fanned their faces with them and shook out their hair as if in total, performative shock.

"Whhhat!?" Mandy exclaimed, her hand covering her gaping mouth in a big showy display of faux surprise. She and Selene had big grins on their faces as they jokingly pretended this was the most nonsensical thing they'd ever heard. "How can you be at lesbian wedding and straight? That's impossible!"

I let out a sigh of relief once I recognized their joking tones and decided to play along.

"I know! heresy, just don't tell on me okay ladies?" I said with a playful wink.

"Oh no? What's it worth to ya?" Selene said, leaning back and crossing her arms, still on the verge of laughter.

"Oh honey, we won't tell anyone you're straight. We promise. But damned if I'm not tempted to try to change your mind." She said, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip suggestively. The sound of it was like a soft pop that echoed around the room, drawing attention to her sensual movements.

"Now Babe..." Selene addressed Mandy "What's like rule number one of queer lady prospecting?"

"I know, I know, don't chase the straight ones." Mandy said and let out a pout, crossing her arms under her impressive breasts, which of course only made them look even more impressive.

"Still..." Mandy said and leaned forward suddenly. I let out a soft gasp in surprise and flattery as she was leaned in close to me, her warm breath tickling my ear as she whispered seductively,

"One has to wonder just how straight this one is, and if she'd really give chase." Her voice was like velvet in my ear. I was suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge to turn my head and plant one right on her lips, but instead I pulled away.

"Um, that's very kind ladies, but uh, I'm afraid that's not who I am." I said trying to sound firm but still friendly.

"Of course," Mandy agreed, her smile warm and genuine as she leaned back in her chair. "We're not ones to push anyone into something they're not ready for."

"Thank you," I breathed, relief flooding through me even as a small part of me wondered what it would be like to give in to their enticing allure.

The clinking of glasses filled the air, pulling my focus away from these two vixens. Toasts were happening at the front of the room and I'll admit my new table companions had distracted me from the reception programming entirely.

In between toasts, Mandy leaned in to me, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, straight girl, you probably don't know but us queer ladies can get quite, shall we say, competitive. Since we're such fast friends, how would you feel about helping me get a 'win' and make some of the other ladies here a little jealous?"

"Jealous?" I asked, feeling both intrigued and wary. "How do you propose we do that?"

"Simple," Selene smirked, her gaze flicking between Mandy and me. "You give your panties to Mandy to show off. Mandy got the straight girl's panties. Their faces will be classic!"

I blinked, taken aback by the audacity of her suggestion. My cheeks flushed with warmth, and I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mandy, who was smiling and nodding at me. These two were both in on it, that much was clear. That both of them seemed...into me was flattering and confusing to say the least. The thought of such an act made my heart race, yet it also stirred up feelings I hadn't anticipated. Was this a normal thing in this community? Was this really something I could go through with?

"Are you serious?" I whispered, my voice wavering slightly. "That's... that's quite a statement"

"Exactly," Mandy replied, her eyes never leaving mine. "It's the perfect way to shake things up and leave a lasting impression. You're not from around here. No one here knows you. There's no risk and it'll be something cool and crazy you can say you did!"

My mind raced as I weighed the consequences of such a decision. Would it be worth it to go along with Mandy's plan and defy my self-perception as a straight, vanilla girl? Or would doing so only serve to further confuse me about who I really was and what I wanted?

"Alright," I finally agreed, my voice barely audible. "I'll do it."

"Fantastic!" Mandy exclaimed, clapping her hands together with glee. "You won't regret this, Amy. Trust me."

The last toast ended and there was some commotion as people stood to get drinks and refill appetizer plates during the transition to the next bit of programming. Weddings really do overdo it sometimes huh?