Amy At The Lesbian Wedding

Mandy stood and grabbed my hand. Soon I was being guided giddily to the bathrooms by this voluptuous woman who meant to take my panties from me, and I was going to let her!

My heart pounded in my chest as Mandy brought me into the bathroom and stood me in front of the mirror. The fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glow on my face, highlighting the slight flush that had crept into my cheeks. What was I about to do? Was it truly worth compromising my self-perception as a straight girl just for the sake of helping this competitive queer woman get a little trophy to make the other women here jealous?

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Mandy asked gently, appearing behind me in the mirror's reflection, resting her warm hands on my bare shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were filled with concern, but also an undeniable spark of excitement.

"I... I think so," I replied, swallowing hard. "I'm just nervous, that's all. This is definitely a first for me."

"Understandable," Mandy acknowledged, her voice soothing as she rubbed my shoulders slightly. "But remember, you have the power to choose your own path and explore your desires, no matter what they may be. I'm proud of you for being so open."

I suddenly felt tears in my eyes as I was overwhelmed by what Mandy had just said. This amazingly beautiful woman was proud of me?!

"Oooh Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mandy said, seeing the tears welling up in the mirror.

"Nothing, I just, what a nice thing to say." I shook my head and smiled through the tears.

"And I meant it." Mandy said, giving my shoulders a squeeze. Then she leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered. "Okay sweetheart, let's get those panties off."

I was expecting her to move but she remained close to my ear and I saw a thought occur to her. "Bet you didn't think another lady would be saying that to you when you arrived at the wedding hmm?"

My whole body tingled at her words and the soft command in her voice. Mandy turned me around to face her and then slowly moved to her knees.

"Good girl," Mandy praised, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Now, lift up your dress for me."

With trembling hands, I grasped the hem of my purple party dress and slowly raised it, exposing my thighs as the fabric bunched around my hips. My breath hitched as I felt the cool air against my exposed skin, a shiver running down my spine.

"Higher," Mandy commanded, her voice firm yet encouraging. "You're doing great, Amy. Just a little more."

As I complied, lifting the dress until my maroon panties were revealed, my cheeks burned with embarrassment and vulnerability. I was really going through with this -- allowing Mandy to remove my underwear in a public bathroom, all for the sake of the reasoning she and Mandy had given me out on the reception hall floor. If I was honest, I had committed because I wanted to gain these women's approval, the actual logic of the reasoning had already escaped me.

"Beautiful," Mandy murmured appreciatively, her eyes drinking in the sight of my trembling form. "Now, hold onto the edge of the sink and spread your legs just a bit. I promise to be gentle."

I did as instructed, gripping the cold porcelain tightly as I braced myself for what was to come. My heart raced, each beat echoing through my body like thunder. Mandy smiled up at me as she raised her hands and slid them up my smooth legs beneath the bunched up fabric of my dress.

With a surprising gentleness, Mandy's fingertips grazed my hips, carefully hooking into the waistband of my panties. As she slowly began to lower them, I felt a strange mix of emotions -- fear, excitement, and an undeniable curiosity that urged me to push my boundaries even further.

"Keep breathing," Mandy reminded me, her voice soft yet commanding. "You're doing so well, Amy. Just a little more, and you'll be free."

As my panties slid down my legs and pooled around my ankles, I looked down at Mandy. She was staring up my dress and realized that from her angle on the ground, she could TOTALLY see my pussy. In that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable -- but also undeniably alive. It felt GOOD to be on display for her.

"Step out of them," Mandy instructed, her gaze not moving from that opportunistic angle.

Taking a deep breath, I obeyed, letting out a soft sigh as I stepped out of my discarded panties. With one hand, Mandy scooped them up, her eyes gleaming with triumph and satisfaction.

"Look at you," she purred, her other hand having remained on my hip. She moved it so it just barely grazed my pussy for a moment and then lightly ran her fingertips over my left thigh. "So brave, so beautiful. You should be proud of yourself, Amy...I'm proud of you, and grateful to you for sharing this with me."

I felt a fresh swell of pride wash over me and I beamed widely. Mandy certainly knew how to make a girl feel special.

Mandy made a show of putting my panties on her finger and spinning them on her finger as she rose to her feet. My mouth hang agape as she playfully brought the fabric to her nose and took a quick sniff before balling it up in her hand and held out her other one for me to take.

I pushed off from the sink and let the bunched up fabric of my dress fall back down over my thighs as I took her hand.

My face must have been bright red as we stepped out of the bathroom, my hand in one of Mandy's and my still warm underwear in her other. No one took any notice of us as we made our way back towards our table but I felt like I was on total display for some reason. The thrumming bass of the music seemed to pulse through me, heightening my awareness of every sensation -- the brush of my dress against my bare skin, the feeling of Mandy's hand holding my own, the thrill of knowing what we had just done.

"Look at you," Mandy murmured in my ear as we made our way, her eyes roving appreciatively over my body. "You are absolutely stunning, Amy. That lack of a panty line in your dress makes a world of difference."

I giggled at her little joke. She seemed to know how to use humor to keep me on my toes as she pushed my boundaries.

"Thanks," I stammered, my voice barely audible over the noise of the party.

"Enjoy it, Amy," Mandy urged, her lips brushing against my earlobe as she moved against me. "No one aside from Shelly knows you here, you can feel totally free to be yourself."

We had made it back to where Selene sat at our table. She'd been watching the dancers on the floor but turned when she saw us arrive. She shot Mandy a questioning look and Mandy grinned and opened her hand. My panties fell out in full view of Selene and the entire room. I turned a new shade of crimson as my underwear was now fully on display.

"Wow, good girl" Selene purred as she regarded my undies. "And they match your dress too!"

Selene rose and guided me to sit in my chair between them. They moved their chairs as they sat down so that I was essentially pressed between them. It felt intimate yet casual at the same time. I reached for the glass of ice water next to my plate and took a huge sip.

"She is delightful." Selene mused to Mandy while I tried to rehydrate between them.

"You have no idea. If you'd seen what I just saw..." Mandy said and trailed off coyly. Fuck, she was referring to that view of my pussy she'd gotten wasn't she?

"Mmmm..." Selene hummed, her finger running down my arm and across my bare skin. "I'm sure I have SOME idea."

The way Selene spoke, her voice low and rich with suggestion, made me shiver. She pressed her knee against mine under the table, a touch so gentle and yet so suggestive that it sent a jolt of electricity running up my thigh. I glanced over at Mandy, who was watching us with an amused smile on her face.

"Are you having fun, Amy?" Mandy asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I'm... I'm not sure," I admitted. Her question shook me from the spell that Selene had been weaving around me.

Mandy laughed at my response, "Oh, I think you are."

Her hand moved to my bare thigh under the tablecloth, drawing a lazy pattern with her fingers while she stared into my hazel eyes. The casual intimacy of Mandy's touch - although far from sexual - felt like a brand on my skin. It was as if by touching me like this, she was claiming something from me without asking permission.

Selene's dark brown eyes were on me too, filled with intent and intrigue. She brushed her fingertips against the back of my neck before trailing them down across my bare shoulder, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin in their wake. I'd never been treated like this by any one person, let alone two.

"Do you like Mandy, Amy?" Selene asked suddenly. Her tone was casual, but her eyes were anything but. They were intense pools of molten chocolate that seemed to be trying to peer into my very soul.

"I... I mean... we've only just met..." I stumbled over my words, ready to say of course not, I was straight. But the truth was, the answer wasn't as clear cut as before. Mandy's charm and sultry aura had a pull that I had never experienced with any man before. "but, yes, I like Mandy, and I like you too Selene..."

Mandy's finger paused its hypnotic dance on my thigh, tracing an absent-minded circle on my skin that sent tantalizing sparks dancing up my spine. She met Selene's gaze head-on, a seductive smile playing around her lips.

"Mmm well that's nice to hear." Selene murmured, "I can certainly sense the chemistry flying."

"Hey, I have an idea, in the spirit of different and exciting things..." Mandy said suddenly. Why did I suspect that this was not a spontaneous idea but part of Mandy's agenda for me.

The vibrant lights of the dancefloor cast kaleidoscopic colors across Mandy's devilish grin, as she leaned in and whispered, "I've already got your panties, so since we've clearly got chemistry, what would you think, Amy, If you let me grab the bra too?"

My breath hitched, the suggestion sending a jolt of fear and excitement through me. This woman just wanted my underwear, huh? I glanced over at Selene, who raised her eyebrows in an expression of amused curiosity. Mandy wasn't being subtle and I realized I wanted to comply, just to get more of her approval. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but there was a growing thrill in the pit of my stomach, an undeniable magnetism that pulled me towards these two women.

"Really?" I stammered, my voice barely audible above the thumping music. "You, you want my bra too?"

"Absolutely," Mandy purred, her fingers tracing delicate circles on my forearm. "And it's totally not an excuse to feel you up and possibly see these cute little titties, I promise."

She gave a wink and a shit eating grin that made it clear that's exactly what it was.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my previous self-perception as a straight, vanilla girl and the exhilaration of pushing my boundaries. Then, with a shaky nod, I agreed. "Alright. Let's do it."

We retreated to a secluded corner of the venue on the far side of the reception hall. Mandy got behind me and expertly unhooked my bra from the back of my dress and slipped it off. In her pulling and unhooking, my dress and slipped down on my torso just enough so my nipples were exposed. The cool air caressed my newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and making my nipples tighten involuntarily. Mandy surely noticed as she pulled the bra off of me from behind. Instead of immediately covering myself, I turned to face her, which showed her the tops of my bare breasts and nipples pointed nipples.

Mandy's eyes went wide and she immediately looked down at my exposed, modest chest. "Holy cow, gorgeous."

She reached the hand that didn't have my bra towards them. I froze, my heart pounding as her fingertips hovered just above the curve of my breast. My skin tingled with anticipation and I held my breath, waiting for that illicit touch. Mandy was looking at me with an intensity that made my knees weak. She slowly moved her fingers closer until they brushed against my nipple.

I gasped at the contact, a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. The room seemed to spin around me, everything else fading into a blur as I focused solely on the sensation of her touch.

Mandy traced her fingers over the hardened peak before cupping my breast in her palm, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was all almost too much. This amazing woman was feeling me up with my tits out and my bra in her hand.

"Easy girly" she cooed as she ran her thumb over my nipple. "Don't hyperventilate on me now. Just let us both enjoy this for a moment..."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I closed my eyes and let myself feel the warmth of her hand, the tingling sensation as she continued to gently caress my breast. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. Her touch was simply pleasurable.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind us, painfully loud in the silent corner we'd slipped away to. Mandy pulled back at once, her vibrant eyes meeting mine with an urgent flicker of warning. She swiftly tucked my bra into her coat pocket and smoothed down the front of my dress as I pulled it back into place. I let out a soft sigh of utter disappointment.

She grabbed my hand quickly and ushered me out of our little secluded corner before the interloper could see us.

Moments later we were on the dance floor with the rest of the guests like nothing had just happened. Selene found us and soon I was being ground on and spun around between these two tall beauties. I was having the time of my life. Their hands were everywhere as we danced and I'll admit my hands wandered as well. I got a good feel of Mandy's ass at one point and felt up Selene during another song. On the dance floor I didn't have to think about the implications as their bodies pressed against me, their hands grabbing and groping and feeling to the beat. I was just lost in the music and these new sensations.

We danced for god knows how long until it was clear from the sweat on our faces and constant panting that maybe we needed a break. My two impromptu dates took me by one hand each to a row of chairs in the back of the room. Mandy sat down first and without saying anything, she opened her arms for me to sit on her lap. Selene gave me a soft shove of encouragement and soon I was sitting across her thighs with an arm around her shoulders. She rested her arms around my waist while Selene sat in the chair next to us and ran her hand through my hair.

"The two of you are going to be the death of me," I teased softly, my voice husky from dancing and something else altogether. Mandy's sharp laugh echoed in my ears, and she tightened her arms around me while Selene gave me a comforting, yet equally captivating smile.

The dim lights overhead cast shadows over their faces, emphasizing the contours of their figures and creating an aura of seductive mystery that drew me in even more.

I was so caught up in the rapturous visuals of these two women who had swept me off my feet quite literally, I hadn't even noticed that Mandy's hand had moved under my dress and up my thigh. I felt a warm tingling as she kept moving upward and looked down to see the movement of her hand under the material. I followed her arm up her body to look at her face and saw that she was staring at me intently.

"I caught a glimpse when you gave me your panties and...I'd really like to touch your beautiful pussy, just for a moment. If you'll let me." Mandy stated in a sultry, insistent tone.

I went rigid for a moment. This was the turning point, wasn't it? I was about to let this woman deliberately touch my pussy. I hesitated in my response as my brain reeled. I realized that I wanted it, but also was ashamed and worried for some reason that she was about to discover that I was indeed quite wet already.

My throat went dry and I had no words, so I just nodded at her. I saw Selene grin victoriously in my peripheral vision.

"Thank you." Mandy hissed and her hand continued to move towards my center.

My heart pounded in my chest as if it were trying to burst free, and a heady mixture of nervous anticipation and desire flooded through me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, surrendering myself to the moment. Mandy's fingers brushed lightly over my damp, hot lower lips, causing an involuntary moan to escape from my upper ones.

"That's it..." Mandy encouraged gently, her voice barely above a whisper in my ear. She applied a little more pressure and traced soft circles over the sensitive bud at the top of my slit. A jolt of pleasure shot through me and I bit my lip to suppress another moan. Meanwhile Selene watched us with a predatory glint in her eyes, her hand still gently playing with my hair.

"Like that?" Mandy questioned, her voice sent shivers down my spine.

The only response I could muster was a nod and a deep breathy groan. My body reacted instinctively to her touch, every stroke eliciting a twitch or a slight squirm that seemed to delight my sultry captors.

"Mandy" Selene said leaning in, "You've got your hand on the poor girl's pussy and you haven't even kissed her yet."

Mandy turned her head towards mine. Our faces were already so close together. "That is true, poppet. Would you like me to kiss you now?"

"Oh god, yes!" I blurted out. I don't think I'd ever wanted anything more in my life.

Mandy moved in, her lips meeting mine in a searing kiss that stole away my breath. Her fingers never ceased their probing exploration of my pussy, and I was left gasping into her mouth as the pleasure built within me. Through the haze, I could barely register Selene's amused chuckle and the tightening of her fingers in my hair.

"I think our girl likes it," Selene murmured, her voice laced with approval and desire.

Our kisses turned deeper, more demanding, as I opened up beneath her. My hands fumbled for purchase, grabbing onto the material of Mandy's jacket as I squirmed against her touch. She broke away from the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips.

"You're doing so well, Sweet Amy" she said, locking eyes with me as she ran her fingers up and down the length of my lips, eliciting an explicitly wet noise from between my legs. I let out a sharp moan, my legs instinctively spreading wider from her touch.

"Gooooddd girlll" Selene cooed right into my ear. I felt Mandy's hand on the back of my head turning my face towards her lover now. Suddenly Selene's lips were on mine and she was kissing me while Mandy kept playing with my pussy.

Selene's kiss was so different to Mandy's. Harder, more controlling. She set the tone and the pace. She commanded my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine in a tantalizing dance. My senses were overwhelmed; the wet heat of Mandy's hand against me now moving in slow circles, the soft brush of Selene's lips against mine, their combined scent of sensuality and shared desire, all of it was too much and yet not enough. I could feel a warm tension building within me.

Mandy slipped a finger inside me. My breath hitched in response, my mouth opening wider in a silent gasp against Selene's. She took advantage of this, deepening the kiss further while Mandy started pumping her finger in and out of me slowly. The combined sensation was dizzying; I was floating on a cloud of pleasure. My hands gripped onto Mandy tighter as I felt the familiar coil unwind within me.

"I...I..." I managed to stammer out between their lips and touches. Selene pulled back with a wet smack.

"You...you...what sweetness?" Selene said in an almost mocking tone.

"I uh...uhhh" words escaped me, I was too aroused to form anything coherent.

"I think maybe it's time we head upstairs." Mandy said, bailing me out.

My eyes went wide and I smiled. These women wanted me to go with them, upstairs?! I could only imagine the pleasures and new sensations that would await. I clenched slightly around Mandy's finger as an affirmation and she laughed and nodded like she understood.