The next day is busy with wedding preparations, appointments, ferrying this and that, checking in on the caterers, ironing shirts and checking with guests and relatives down from up north, checking everything basically and Amelia has had her work cut out, but it pays off in the end.
The day of the wedding is a great day and the super happy couple get spliced and no embarrassing hiccups to address. It all goes pretty smoothly thanks to Amelia, but Tamara has avoided her the last two days well, avoided any kind of deeper engagement beyond the bustle of the preparations, mixing more with her other bridesmaids, the gamut of her feelings towards Tamara too complicated to deal with at this time.
But now there she is, the dark haired, pretty Amelia, coming out of the lift and heading over to her. Catching her all alone for the first time she comes toward her, a strange look on her face.
“Tamara…” She says, and stretching out her hand takes a gentle hold of Tamara’s forearm, her dainty white fingers showing up against Tamara’s naturally heavier build and browner skin. She always tanned at the drop of a hat and with the wedding coming, had made the most of the recent spell of warm summer weather while it lasted.
Amelia looked at her, her blue eyes flickered, there was something in there Tamara could not quite put a finger on, a needing but at the same time, beguiling draw that emanated from those crystal blue depths.
“Tamara, I have to talk to you somewhere quiet.” She pleads with her.
“Do we ‘ave t’ do this now Amelia?” She replies shortly.
Her eyes settle, becoming more intent on persuasion. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” She says definitively.
Tamara caves in, her outer defences breached through Amelia’s charm and her curiosity.
They move to the lift together, Amelia’s pale, freckled arm in hers as she leads her. One of Simon’s aunties looks on.
“Glad to see you two getting on together.” She pipes up with a prying eye. Tamara cuts her a sarcastic smile before they turn and go into the lift.
As soon as the door closes they look at each other for a second, then Amelia starts. “You’ve been avoiding me Tamara.” Amelia says as she continues to stare.
“I don’t wanna do this right now I’ve gotta lot goin’ on now.”
“I know.” She says receptively.
“It is my weddin’ day Amelia…” She tries to cut herself some slack.
“Yes!” “That I’ve helped you plan for, and turn from a make believe pipe dream into where you are today Tamara.” She says, her palms opening at her sides as she almost in desperation, gestures to the surroundings.
She drops her face to the floor and the lift suddenly slows to a halt. Too soon, they exit, head across the hall and make their way unnoticed to the honeymoon suite and go inside.
Tamara rubs the bridge of her nose and sniffs, and then turns as if she has made a decision she would otherwise have put off but given that Amelia is right here the temptation to share gets the better of her.
She bends in her wedding attire and reaches down, pulling open a drawer. Doing a quick search she grabs at something, before straightening again, then pauses briefly before exhaling resignedly and turning to her friend.
Amelia now knows what’s been eating at her, Tamara’s hands are clutched at her middle.
“I wanted to wear these for Simon.” She says, and holds up between thumb and forefinger the sluttiest pair of knickers any woman could own. The one’s she wore last weekend.
“D’ya remember them Amelia?”
“Ah, from your hen night I believe?” She tries her hand at humility.
“So you got them back from Simon?”
“Yes but via you!” She drops her little show and turns, smartly shoving them in a drawer.
“Did he enjoy them though?”
She returns a half smile. “He did.”
“But I also taught him a lesson, for the colludin’ with you be’ind m’ back.”
She shoots Amelia a cold stare.
“Oh come on Tamara, give and take hey?”
Amelia did have a point, she conceded.
“I still ‘aven’t made up me mind to wear ’em for him tonight.”
Amelia steps forward to her friend and takes hold of her hands in a gentle show of appeasement. They look at each other, and smile with a guarded affection.
“They do look hot on you Tamara.”
Tamara’s smile turns up at the corners, her eye’s betray a sparkle that hints of her own mischief. There is a brief silence. Tamara feels herself abandoning her pride, her lofty stance betrayed by her own longings. She is dying to know.
“What is it Tamara?”
“God!” She exclaims, and finally permits herself to utter the words.
“You got me on camera didn’t you?”
Amelia is silent but for the the eyes, that are revelling and rejoicing in this moment of triumph.
“Come on!” “You caught me on film, with that bloke on my hen night didn’t you?”
Amelia gets a little tense but then gives. “It’s all on here.” She concedes, and brings her phone out in front of her, holds it out for Tamara.
“No I don’t wanna watch it.” “Not now.” She says, covering the phone with her hand as if the temptation may prove too great.
“You haven’t passed it around have you?”She asks anxiously.
“I made sure, well me and some of the other girls did, that this was the only record of you that night.”
“Should I delete it?”
“No!” Shouts Tamara with more than a little too much enthusiasm, and this sets her blushing.
“Ha!” Reacts Amelia as she tilts her head back. “You’re a dirty mare you are!” She jokes friendly.
“I know, but Simon and me are good with it.” He knows all abou’ it Amelia, I’ve told him….he wants MORE, can you believe it?”
“I told you it would all be fine.” She adds quietly.
“Yea you did.”
“We’d like to watch it together.” “Him and me, I think he’d be alright?”
Amelia raises her eyebrows in a feigned challenge to her sense of decency.
“What, watching you getting fucked by a guy?” Tamara blushes in a counter display of invented, suppressed outrage, and they both laugh knowingly.
Then Amelia redirects the conversation.
Tamara I wanted to tell you something. “She goes silent for a minute as if she needs to compose herself for some great announcement.
“Just, going back to your hen night for one moment.” She pauses again, as Tamara looks on with some degree of curiosity.
“I wanted the best of everything for you that night obviously.” “For both of you actually.” She gives a little wink. “I think you know what I mean by that, yea?” She looks to see if Tamara is following.
“I….think so.” She utters, trying to keep up.
“And you almost got what you wanted right?” Now Tamara was unsure what she meant, but before she could apply any more thought, Amelia tugs at her arm as she turns to the door, pulling Tamara with her.
“Don’t ask any questions just follow me.”
They re-enter the lift which still waits on the third floor and head down.
“Right, now can you tell me what you’ve got up your sleeve this time.” Protests Tamara.
Amelia rubs Tamara’s forearm in a way that is both reassuring and condescending at the same time.
“Just trust me ok, all will be revealed in due time.” And then the most confident but wicked of smiles breaks out over her small, white face.
“God you’re a canny one I’ll give you that.” Say’s Tamara half in defeat.
As ever, the resourceful Amelia was cooking up some plan for her. For Tamara, it was her wedding day, and a stress free day was at the centre of her mind.
“Don’t worry about guests for five minutes, they’ll survive.” Amelia tries to inject some pragmatic sense into Tamara’s mind. She can see the chaotic jumble in her head starting to spin.
As the lift comes to a stall a small huddle of figures, wedding guests, comes into view through the glass wall then the lift smoothly comes to a halt. The door opens and it’s all smiles for the bride. Amelia has her arm linked into Tamara’s and after some obligatory chitchat with her fawning relatives she steers her away down the corridor to number nine, casting her a devilish glance as she takes the key to the lock.
“Just a quick visit to my room.” She say’s, loading the air with mystery. Tamara is filled with intrigue, suspense.
Amelia ushers her through the brown wooden door to her room then turns and closes it. *
“Ok.” She says to start proceedings.
Tamara goes to speak but Amelia interrupts.
“Just wait, I have to show you something I think-you’ll-like!” “Jus’ close your eyes.”
Tamara is becoming flustered as Amelia tries not to show the excitement she is feeling inside.
Taking Tamara’s hand she leads her through a narrow corridor, she can feel the softness of the hotel room carpet beneath her peachy lace up, soft soled shoes as she cautiously steps into the brightly lit room.
Tamara carefully opens one eye, then the other, to see two very handsome looking guys sat on a settee.
“Hi.” Says the one on the left with the longish blonde/brown hair, quickly followed by the other, slightly shorter, dark haired fella. Tamara notices his thick defined eyebrows and a sparkle in his blue/grey eyes catches her off guard as she gives him a coy smile of recognition.
“Hello.” She manages, looking again at the first chap who smiles politely. His eyes are brown but lighter than hers and he has a more rugged, surfers complexion than the other one and is slimmer and taller.
“Oh well we might see you guys in a little while.” Says Amelia and she leaves the comment open as they just nod slightly and smile goodbye. Amelia turns a flummoxed Tamara by the upper arm and the two of them head outside.
Amelia closes the door after her softly.
“Who the hell are those two?” Starts Tamara having to hush her voice as two elderly female and newly acquainted relatives pass, casting a beady eye in their direction.
They get to the lift and wait as patiently as possible.
“Like what you see?” Whispers Amelia as she bends into her ear.
“What, is goin’ on Amelia?” Tamara steams in, in a suppressed whisper, her face reddened as she looks up at the lighted up number three, willing it to come down.
“We’ll continue this conversation when we’re somewhere more private.” Amelia returns in a hurried but cool fashion.
Tamara is beginning to fume once more, wishing she had chosen someone a bit less artful and crafty than Amelia for a maid of honour, who always seemed to have her on her toes when a bridesmaids job was to reassure and to calm a bride, not jangle her nerves at every opportunity.
The lift finally stops and as the door parts they are not alone but instead, two children put a sock in any attempt at Tamara getting to the bottom of what just happened as she resumes her title for the day. The kids get close up to the beautiful bride and the brief trip is lightened a little from their innocence as they exchange shy smiles and fondle and admire her dress.
The lift stops again and they head back across the hall once more to number twenty-five, the honeymoon suite. Everything is white, or shades of it. From bedspreads to carpet and headboard.
“So did you recognize the two guys?” Asks Amelia as they turn and face each other. Tamara tussles with her memory as the implication of what Amelia is doing collides with her vows, the gravity of the occasion, the guests and the venue, even the bloody honeymoon suite decor…..Simon, everything.
“Those two guys!” She pauses.
“Those guys are your wedding gift from me.”
Tamara’s jaw drops in disbelief.
“They are the same two guys that I’d booked for your hen night Tamara.
She feels her face flush. She recognized the two of them from the website she and Amelia had browsed over, drooled over as they’d booked them for the hen night. The strippers for the evenings entertainment, she had been so excited about them too!
Amelia knows she needs to seal this one up quickly if Tamara is to be on board with it.
“You told me it was your fantasy remember?” To be with two guys……well this is your chance, to live out that dream now, while circumstance allows.”
“What d’you say?”
“Err… thanks?” Says Tamara in embarrassment and shocked humour.
She’d spilled the beans one night when they were drunk, discussing her future marriage. They’d gotten to talking about hen and stag do’s which had somehow led to sexual fantasies getting shared amongst the group, seemed relatively harmless at the time.
“It’s my wedding night Amelia!” She protests, not entirely but she protests at the timing, and after the rollercoaster of the past week she can’t believe Amelia has thrown this at them, but she has.
Her mind was reeling at this new twist in proceedings. Oh my god could this really happen to her, now? And what would Simon think? He’d actually love the thought of me being with two guys but…..It was her wedding night!! And…..hang on! “You set this all up didn’t you, you scheming little cow!”
“I know aren’t I brilliant?” Amelia shocks in hastily, bolstering her defence with self affirmation.
“So they never ‘ad t’ cancel?” Checks Tamara.
“An’ you only told me you’d booked them in but actually, you’d saved their bookin’ f’ tonight? You devious little woman!
Amelia confirms Tamara’s statement with a straightforward silence, her eyes beam back at Tamara, eager but confident.
What a convention to break! What a taboo to ride roughshod with coach ‘n horses.
“Oh my god.” She whispers to herself out loud as she exhales in almost resigned exasperation, while Amelia’s face flashes into a devilish blue eyed smile.
“I need a drink Amelia you scheming little tart!” She nudges her with an elbow and laughs excitedly. Then she reaches into her cabinet for a bottle of vodka.
“There’s coke in there.” She states to Amelia who, happy to comply gets up almost immediately and heads to a minifridge across the room.
Amelia holds the drink, ice clinking around the sloppy black interior.
“You’re gonna go for it aren’t you!” She blurts out excitedly in one gasp.
As Tamara takes a hold of her drink and in one movement raises and then glugs the fizzing liquid down, she’s on the edge of a big decision.
“Another one please Amelia!”
This could be the one chance to fulfill her biggest fantasy, something she’d have never thought remotely possible until…..Simon, he’d love me with two guys surely….?
“You’re gonna go for it aren’t you?” “Oh please say you will Tamara!”
Tamara responds with an impatient glare in her direction that momentarily shuts the fizzing brunette up, then say’s nothing, she just stares off into the distance, but between every breath her mouth swishes another gob full of vodka ‘n coke till she’s hitting the cold ice with her teeth.
And her mind is set, she knows exactly what she wants to do. She dumps the empty, clinking glass, decisively on the table.
“Right.”
Taking the hem of her peachy and puffy dress with a hand at each thigh she sidles her wedding dress up, revealing her red stockings beneath.
Amelia looks on at Tamara, bunching the layers of dress ’round her middle as she exposes her lower half all the way up, her creamy white bridal knickers on show.
“Maid!” Calls Tamara to her friend, she has an arm full of dress and the one free hand.
Amelia takes the top off the vodka and sploshes some more into Tamara’s glass, then grabs the coke, the fizzing liquid glugging from the plastic bottle.
I’ll be bloody pissed in a minute!” Says Tamara in mock protest.
“Here.” Amelia hands her the glass. Now she has no free hands. Amelia with her knees together, bends forward and with her hands on Tamara’s broad hips she glides the soft, satiny material down her big, broad thighs and over the her knees, squealing with excitement before she then pulls them over her soft shoes.
“These are lovely Tamara!” “If they were my size…..”
“Sh…..you cheeky cow!”
“Haha…” Laughs Amelia, and holds the soft material to her cheek.
“Come on I’m bloodi showin’ me Beaver ‘ere!” Protests Tamara, feeling cocky now off the vodka ‘n coke.
“They’re in there.” She turns and tries pointing with her chin. “Right ‘and side.”
She pulls back the smoothly rolling draw, trying not to peek inside while a hand grabs at the knickers, noting the contrasting feel of the nylon material against her palm.
“Hello again little pants.” She jokes. “How are we?”
“Jus’ come ‘ere ‘n stop bein’ daft.” Stamps Tamara. “‘old m’ dress up, silly sod!” She says suppressing a smirk.
“Amelia, trying to stop giggling and moving behind, she takes her arms about Tamara’s waist and gets in with the serious job of loading them up with the poofy polyester.
Tamara puts down her half full glass and retrieves her ‘evening attire’ from Amelia’s hand, then lifts her knee up and her left foot finds its place and goes in over the heel.
Then dumping her left knee raises her right and tucks her toes deftly as she can inside, gliding the knickers up past her knees, her thumbs doing turns on the elastic as she stretches them out, pulling up and then thumbing around to stretch them onto her big peachy behind.
Her mouth gaping a little she brings her tongue up to the roof of her mouth, then snaps the elastic onto her arse and smiles. Her whore-ish little slut knickers, back on…
.”I feel like a slut again now!” Tamara says and turns her head to the side to look at Amelia who gazing on, dropping the folds of her pretty wedding dress, the one they’d chosen together in that shop all those months ago.
“Come ‘ere, BRIDE!” She takes her arms around her and gives her a big hug.
“Tonight is your night!” “It’s gonna be really, really special.” Tamara feels a nervous excitement start to well up inside her, and Amelia gives a little swallow of apprehension herself.