Blushing Bride Ch. 02
Keywords: 02, Ch., Bride, Blushing,
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`I stood there, with my hand on the doorknob, waiting to go into the living room where all my friends sat drinking to celebrate my upcoming marriage. I hesitated there for a moment, not quite sure what their reaction would be upon seeing me dolled up like this, my fiancee's beautiful strapless wedding dress worn over sensual white lingerie, my face covered by Gina's veil and painted with her sexy make-up. What would these people who had known me for so many years think to discover there was a completely different side to me than anything they had seen before? Well, I was about to find out as I opened the door and stepped over the threshold (properly a bride should be carried but as I was without a groom this had to do).
As I stepped into the room, Mark, my best man who I'd confessed my secret desires to and who had obviously been well prepared and anticipating this moment, pushed play on the stereo and I walked slowly and gracefully into the room to the sounds of "here comes the bride", much as if it really was my big day and I was walking down the aisle to my dream man, except that here there were ten men awaiting me, cheering, laughing and making mocking catcalls, although on the faces of some I could clearly detect a note of surprise at what a good looking bride I made.
"Gentleman, allow me to present to you the lovely Gina," said Mark, to a round of applause from the guys, "Doesn't she look stunning, give us a twirl Gina."
Feeling a flush of pleasure, I did just as he asked and the guys applauded again.
"It really is an impressive transformation," said David, my former flatmate, "If I didn't know better I'd swear it was really Gina under that veil."
"Lift it up, show us your face," encouraged Joe, another old friend from university, "Let's see how good a transformation it really is."
Slowly, I lifted my veil and put it back over my blonde hair to reveal my pretty, made up face. If I thought there were looks of surprise on my friend's faces at my entrance, it was even more the case now as an audible gasp went up around the room at my appearance transformed to the face of a sexy girl. To further enhance the image I leaned forward in a provocative pose, fluttered my newly long eyelashes, pouted my pink lips and blew Joe a kiss. He grinned as I've seen him do when he catches the eye of a real pretty girl, but a second later I saw him blush and look away, seeming confused by the emotions I was stirring up in him. I couldn't blame him, I was feeling pretty confused myself. Sure, dressing like a woman was everything I had hoped it would be, it made me feel sexy and confident and flirty and sure I always wanted to see what it would be like to use such feminine talents to seduce a man but these were my closest friends and I was starting to have thoughts about them that I had never had before, lascivious thoughts that don't normally pass between ordinary friends, the same thoughts that I could sense some of them were trying to suppress about me.
"So," said Mark, excitedly sensing this atmosphere, "Who wants to kiss the bride?" All the guys tried not to catch his or my eye as he said this, not wanting to be humiliated before their friends. In the absence of any volunteers, Mark continued, "Maybe the beautiful Gina should be the one to pick herself, who's it going to be, Gina?" he asked, still referring to me by my fiancee's name, so much so that I began to feel I was Gina here with a room of studly men to pick from.
Understandably enough, now that I was assuming the persona of a lust filled young woman, the choice of which guy to kiss was an enticing and exciting one and one that I wasn't going to take lightly. A part of me thought that once I did this there could be no turning back, by the way that I kissed one of the men, that would indicate pretty clearly where my real desires lay and would make it ever harder to pass this whole thing off as a joke. A second later, I decided that that didn't matter, even if there was no going back from here and my secret desires were about to be discovered, it didn't matter, I was in too deep by now to turn back. I was too much in love with the sensual way the dress made me feel, with acting out as the slutty Gina and with the thought of fulfilling all my deepest fantasies.
That decision taken, I still had to decide which of the guys I was going to go for now, which would I kiss. I looked all around the group of watching guys, or rather trying not to watch but all peeking at me anyway, to see which was the best choice, already thinking like a slutty girl choosing her guy, thinking about the hot bodies of these guys who had previously just been my friends. Which of my friends was the best looking? Which would be the best fuck? Which the biggest cock? I tried to imagine them parading before me without their clothes. One stood out amongst them and that was Pete. I had been to school with Pete six years earlier and hadn't really seen him since. I remembered Pete from school as a quiet, nondescript decent guy who most of the girls didn't really look twice at. Well they certainly would now, these days Pete was something to behold. Bald, black and over 6'5", Pete certainly cut an imposing figure. He'd also obviously been working out, his shoulders were broad, his body toned and he had a hell of a six pack which his tight shirt showed off to the best advantage. I couldn't even come to imagine what might be in his pants for fear of actually swooning. I noted that when the suggestion of me dressing in the wedding dress had come up he had been one of the first to come to my defence in supporting the idea. I hadn't seen him in so long, this sort of thing could be what he was into for all I knew.
Despite all that, my eyes and my thoughts were drawn somewhere else, to someone who hadn't really spoken up at all during this strange business. Zach was someone that I worked with and had got to know really through Gina who he had known before me. I could always sense when we out together that he had a bit of a crush on her and that she was totally oblivious to it. I knew that he seemed troubled by not being able to act on it. When I had first appeared as Gina, he had been sitting directly opposite me and I was able to see his reaction as his mouth dropped open on seeing me enter and again on my lifting my veil. Now I could see he was still staring directly at me, unlike the others who were trying to make it look like they weren't watching, running his eyes up and down my hot feminine body as if to match it up against Gina's. I decided that Zach was the best option to go for.
"Zach," I purred in my best approximation of Gina's voice, "You've always wanted me haven't you? I've seen how you look at me. Well this is your last chance before I marry that jerk Rich. Come and give me a kiss."
He just sat there and stared, completely unsure of what to do.
"Go on then, Zach," Mark encouraged, "Do as the lady asks. You should be thrilled to be Gina's choice."
"Yeah, go on," said Tony, another old school friend who was sitting next to Zach.
"If you don't, I will. She's hot," said Mark's brother Carl, who was sitting on the other side of Zach and was known to be a bisexual (still I found this quite a compliment that he fancied me as a girl and I blushed a little and even gave a sort of curtsy), with the help of Tony, he dragged Zach to his feet and pushed him over towards me.
Carl and Tony stood back as I stepped forward to face Zach. Normally slightly below average height, I would have had to look up at him as Zach was a good 6 foot, however in my heels I came up to be able to look him directly in the eye. His eyes were grey, I noticed now for the first time, beneath his floppy brown fringe. He was quite skinny but his muscles were clearly well defined and he obviously took a care with his appearance. I began to think I knew what girls like me would see in a guy like Zach and for the first time felt a moment's worry that he could steal the real Gina away from me, especially if she were to find out what a sissy I could be. Still, such worries were only fleeting thoughts as I was increasingly letting myself be ruled by my desires. Zach still held back a little, appearing both unsure of himself and a little repulsed and excited and aroused. I decided that if anything was going to happen here then it would have to be me taking the initiative. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me until our faces were just an inch or so apart. This was it. I licked my shiny pink lips and inhaled his musky masculine scent before leaning in and brushing my lips lightly against Zach's. It was only the briefest, lightest kiss but even so I could feel Zach leaning in to kiss me back. This gave me the courage to really go for it as I brought my hands up to his head and pulled him back in, this time planting my lips firmly on him and giving him a long, wet, lingering kiss. As I pushed my tongue between my lips, I could feel his mouth open up at this encouragement. I slid my tongue into his mouth and for a moment our tongues were pressed together, caressing like the rest of our bodies. At first we had just been pressing our faces together but now, with my hands straying down his back to his tight arse, I pulled Zach into a passionate embrace. The guys laughed and cheered and this spurred me on further, holding the kiss for as long as I could. He tasted different from any of the girls I'd kissed before, stronger, mostly in fact he tasted of the beers we'd been drinking. As our bodies pressed together, my dick began to get even harder, feeling not just the soft lace of my panties pressing against it but also Zach's hard body. With our groins pushed together, I could feel how aroused he was too, even through my dress and his jeans I could feel his cock firm and erect.
Zach looked notably flustered as he pulled away from the kiss, his floppy hair a mess from where I had run my hands through it, my pink lipstick smeared across his lips.
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Keywords: 02, Ch., Bride, Blushing,