Something Old, Something New...

The rampant shagging built to a frantic climax and when Maddie screamed out her orgasm, her piercing shrieks carried above the pounding music. Faces turned her way as Maddie threw her head back, body twitching. Slowly coming down, she looked up at her friend, a smug, lop-sided smirk on her face.

"Mmm... that was good."

"No kidding," Louisa giggled. "You alright there, Tom?" she yelled to the man beneath the bride.

Red in the face and sweating, he answered with a beaming smile.

"Nothing left for me then," Louisa sighed.

"Oh, I dunno." Tom beckoned her over. "Come here."

When Louisa edged closer, he threw an arm around her neck and kissed her. The kiss was rough, urgent and, lustful fires burning inside her, Louisa kissed him back. Her tongue tangled with his: probing, exploring. Off balance, she grasped the nearest object to steady herself - Maddie's arm, in this case.

She held on tightly, her mouth mashing against the man whose wilting cock was still buried in the bride's hot depths. Louisa's sex tingled, tiny spasms shooting through her body. A lustful sigh from the woman beside her sent her pulse racing but when that sigh became a sob, she immediately pulled away.

"Maddie? Hey, sweetie, what's wrong? Oh no, did I overstep the mark?"

"No, no, you didn't," she sobbed, "I did." Maddie smiled at Tom. "You were great, thank you," she said dismounting in a whirl of white.

Unfazed by public exposure, Tom stood up and stretched. He pulled the condom from his drooping penis and held it aloft to admire the contents. "Not bad," he grinned, tossing the slimy rubber down the back of the sofa. Winking at Maddie, he tucked his cock back inside his boxers. "You okay?" he asked.

The bride nodded but her reddening cheeks said otherwise.

Sensing trouble, Tom kissed her forehead and backed away. "Another time, ladies," he chirped as he disappeared.

Louisa turned to her friend. "Maddie? Talk to-"

The music suddenly swelled, drowning out her words. Louisa tried to talk again but the couple at the far end of the sofa were grunting loudly and shouts bellowed from the dancefloor as riotous dancing became even more frenetic. Irritated, she hauled Maddie to her feet.

"We're going," she instructed.

"What?"

"This way. Now."

Champagne in one hand, Maddie in the other, Louisa charged towards the emergency exit straight ahead. She barged into the push bar and shoved the door open. Thankfully, no alarms went off and the two girls found themselves on a metal fire escape. Louisa let go of the door, keeping it ajar with her foot. With the din of the club mercifully muffled and cool air washing over her skin, she took a deep breath and turned to the bride.

"Well?"

Sobs racked Maddie's delicate frame. "I'm a slut, Lou," she wailed.

"Oh, sweetie," Louisa slid her arms around the distraught girl, "you're not."

"I am."

"No, you're a twenty-two-year-old who's not ready for marriage. That's all."

"I am ready. I love him."

"I know you do and I like Tony but..." she held her friend's face between her hands and looked into her eyes, "you're not ready and he's not the one."

Fat tears rolled down Maddie's cheeks.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

Sniffing, Maddie shook her head.

"Oh sweetie," Louisa kissed her forehead. "What will you do? Call it off?"

The bride nodded. "I'll talk to him tonight, tell him I can't go through with it." Her face suddenly creased. "I think he'll be relieved."

"Maddie, I'm sorry, so sorry." Rummaging in her handbag, Louisa found a tissue and handed it over.

"Thanks," Maddie sniffed, wiping her tears. "I feel like such a fool."

"No, you're not. You're brave."

"Don't feel brave," she spluttered. She gestured to her eyes. "Would you?"

Louisa took the tissue, rolled it up and gently wiped away the tear smudged make-up. "There. You still look beautiful."

Maddie managed a smile. "I have something blue."

"Oh?"

"Me."

"Oh, no," Maddie hugged her. "Do you want to go home? Get it over with?"

Shaking her head, Maddie snatched the Champagne from her friend's hand. Holding it to her lips, she gulped it. When she was done, she burped loudly. "Oops, sorry!" She turned the bottle upside down.

"Is that all gone? A whole magnum?"

"I'm going to feel like shit in the morning, aren't I?"

"Yep. Oh well. It's not like you've got to be anywhere."

"No... oh, Lou," Maddie face creased again but, instead of tears, a giggle emerged. "I'm going to have to go into hiding, aren't I?" she grinned. "Tony's relatives are already here. They'll hunt me down. Do you think I should emigrate?"

"Probably."

Maddie slapped a hand across her face.

"It's fine. You're too late to cancel the reception so let them have a party. They can exchange wedding gifts and drink each other under the table. They'll have a whale of a time." She nudged, Maddie, "You can go along if you want."

"No. Absolutely not!" Head sinking onto Louisa's shoulder, Maddie burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed, tears smudging what was left of her make-up.

"That's better, my sweet girl. You're doing the right thing, Maddie. Believe me, you are. Ouch," Louisa winced.

"What's wrong?"

"My foot hurts. This door's heavy."

Taking a breath, Maddie straightened up. She shoved the empty Champagne bottle in the doorway. "Better?"

"Much. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Maddie dabbed her shiny nose with the tissue. "Honest opinion - how do I look?"

"Lovely. Why?"

"I want to be ready."

"To face Tony?"

"Nope. To get on with my life," Maddie said, decisively. She grinned at Louisa, "We're out on the town, we're tipsy and we're in really stupid costumes."

"Your point being?"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but to my way of thinking, a challenge is a challenge whether I make it up the aisle or not."

"True."

"So, you," Maddie prodded Louisa, "need to help me find shag number four."

"Something blue?"

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm having the time of my life, Lou. Why stop now?"

Louisa hugged her friend and kissed her on the forehead. "That's the spirit."

"Besides," a wicked smile crept across the bride's face, "did you, erm, spot the rugby team over by the bar?"

"The ones in blue shirts with their faces painted blue? Couldn't miss them."

"D'you think its fate?" the bride smirked.

"More like a dream come true." Louisa flicked back her hair and pushed out her cleavage. "Maddie, my dearest not-a-bride-to-be, the night is young and so are we. Oh, that rhymes." Giggling, she offered her arm. "Shall we?"

"Rude not to." Eyes alight with mischief, the bride linked arms with the nun. "Four shags in one night?" she snorted. "Only four? Puh! Not if I can help it."