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“And why not?”

“Because of your wedding dress, for one!” Lauren protested. “It’ll get creased!”

She was even more alarmed — even for her own dress — as Jenna pushed her back onto the bed. But her friend only climbed on top, smiled, and kissed her again.

“So?”

“So you’re getting married in a couple of hours!”

“And you think I care about a creased dress?” Jenna laughed into Lauren’s mouth. Her hands were moving now, finding their way beneath the hem of Lauren’s own dress. “What else?’

“Well… I mean…”

It was getting difficult to concentrate. Especially with Jenna’s nimble fingers now sliding between her legs.

“It’s your wedding day…”

Lauren gasped as she felt her panties being pulled to one side. It was all wet down there now. It had been since the moment Jenna started kissing her.

“And?”

She inhaled sharply as a finger slipped inside her.

“A—And… I…”

Two fingers.

“Lay back, sweetie,” Jenna smiled. She pushed Lauren’s legs apart, and slid up alongside her. At that moment, with her veil hanging down, she looked astonishingly beautiful. The most sexual being in all the world.

The whole thing was turning Lauren on.

“I…”

The wedding dress wasn’t hurting either.

“You what?”

Lauren sighed, her body slumping, sinking into the bed. Jenna was relentless. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d given in. It wasn’t even the hundred and first.

“So one last time between my legs?” Lauren whispered down at her. “Before getting hitched?”

Jenna’s eyes flared as she curled her fingers up against Lauren’s G-spot. Her friend jumped as if struck by lightning. She grinned wickedly.

“And what in the world would make you think this is our last time?” she asked.

Lauren tried to swallow past the lump in her throat.

“Well… you know. The whole you and Logan, getting married thing? I’d imagine that’s going to make getting together a little more difficult.”

Jenna pulled down the top of the bridesmaid’s dress, exposing one of her friend’s pert, pink nipples. She brushed Lauren’s blonde hair out of the way and ran her tongue over the surface, in long, wet circles. Then she took it playfully between her teeth.

“And you don’t think my soon-to-be-husband already knows?” Jenna winked.

“A—About you and I?”

Her friend laughed. “Of course he knows! It’s not like we’ve been trying very hard to hide it.” She kissed her way over to give the other breast some attention. “Besides, why wouldn’t I tell him?”

Lauren shrugged. In truth, she always figured Logan knew something. After all, they were childhood friends. They’d been getting together sexually way before him. Since just before college.