"You're kidding right?" Val whispered to herself as she glanced at Table 12. Clutching her purse, she knew in an instant where her friend Jacob the groom had seated her. Gentle wedding background music wafted through like stale bread.

A young woman seated left next to a sleeping elderly man smiled. "Hi. Welcome to the island of misfits. Nikki." She held out her hand and Val shook it eagerly. Her jet black hair was parted down the middle, and her wrist shone a script tattoo.

"Who's that?" Val pointed to the old man, taking the opposite seat to Nikki's right. A few children played in the other chairs while a drunken couple were already canoodling in the remaining pair.

Nikki wrinkled her nose and glanced at the Table 12 place setting. "I think his name is Wally. He stinks of Black Grouse and roses." Nikki recoiled at the snorting of Wally's sleep apnea. Her hand instinctually settled on Val's.

"Bride or groom," Nikki asked mischievously.

"Groom," Val replied dutifully. "You?"

"Maid of honor," Nikki vamped. Her eyes settled on the flowing green gowns of the bridal party.

Val frowned. "Wait, what are you talking about? I was referring to who we know for the wedding."

"I thought we were saying which one we'd rather fuck. Nikki whispered and Val gasped. Val gave another look at Jacob, who was shaking hands with the in-laws. She shook her head.

"Not at all, Jacob's more of a platonic friend, who I occasionally beat in Dungeons & Dragons."

Nikki replied admiringly, "I didn't know you could beat someone at Dungeons & Dragons."

Val shrugged. "You can if you can drive them crazy enough with their own rules."

Both women laughed. Wally let out a snort and nearly sat up. Nikki bumped her elbow into her glass, and with a cry spilled red wine on Val's lap. "Oh my God, Val! I'm so sorry!"

Val's dress was already a dark maroon. She waved off Nikki. "It's all right," she replied painfully, "I think I've worn this dress to about five weddings. I suppose my luck was against me eventually."

"Head to the bathroom," Nikki ordered her. "I'm gonna grab a bottle of seltzer from the bartender. He owes me."

Val glanced at a line that was already sneaking around the corner. "It looks like it's already pretty full."

Nikki shook her head and said "My cousin, the bride, told me about an upstairs bathroom that I could use if I needed to. It's private, you just have to know the passcode, 3133."

Val remarked graciously, "Thank you. I'll see you up there."

Nikki was already pulling away, carefully adjusting Wally's head on the chair. "Got it!"

Val found the private bathroom upstairs. She keyed in the code and let herself in. It was a full service bathroom complete with a shower, toilet, and sink. There were also a few tables in case the emergencies happened, including a hairdryer.

Val glanced at her reflection in the full length mirror. Her blonde waves that she had spent an hour teasing out this morning had already succumbed to the late fall humidity. The wine stain was there, but only just.

She considered her options. "I could always just go home. Jacob sent me at table 12. I don't know anybody here at this wedding. That's not entirely true," she told herself. "We know Nikki now."

There was a gentle click, and then a beep. From behind, Nikki let herself in, a bottle of seltzer water clutched in her hand. "Got you covered, babe."

Val felt a flood of warm feelings rushed to her face. "Thank you so much."

"How do you want to do this?" Nikki asked, carefully opening the bottle. "It's not in a good place to pour on. You can always try setting it on the table," she pointed at one of the fixtures, "and pouring it over that."

Nikki gestured outside, "I'll just be out here if you need anything."

Val thought about it for a moment, her hands pressed on her waist. She felt a stirring deep within. She could see Nikki's eyes averting politely at the sight of the wet material.

What the hell, Val thought.

"No," she ordered Nikki, "Stay and keep me company. There's nothing sadder than cleaning your dress at a wedding stag."

Nikki's hand had already grasped the door handle. She let out a warm smile and then let go.

Val turned around. "Zipper, please."

Nikki's hands found the zipper while the other rested on her shoulder. "So is Val short for Valerie?" Nikki asked as the zipper fell lower and lower. A tanned and toned back greeted her.

Val shrugged the straps from the top off of her shoulders. "Close, it's Valeria."

"Wow," Nikki remarked, as she gathered up the material carefully gazing at a gorgeous floral lace pair of panties that Val had picked for this specific day.

"It's Latin--to be strong or vigorous."

Val turned around and gave Nikki a front row view to a strong bulge coming from her panties. Nikki stood up and ignored it. Taking the dress over to the table she began applying the seltzer. Val approached her from behind at first so that Nikki could feel her warmth. Then she stepped next to her.

"It's not too bad. Thankfully, I drank most of it before it spilled," Nikki explained as she dabbed and blotted.

Val brought over a fresh set of clean paper towels, working alongside her as they attacked the stain at every angle. When they had finished, Nikki had noticed that the bulge had grown significantly.

Val grabbed the hairdryer, turning it on. As the hot air blew and dried out the now cleaned dress, Nikki felt the sudden urge to put her face directly in the hot air for a blast of warmth. Her own body was aching silently.

What the hell, she decided.

The bottle of seltzer water sat on the edge of the table. With a slight bump that was more practiced than accident, she caused the bottle to spill on her own dress, a blue and white farmhouse style.

"Oh! Shit!" She quickly grabbed the bottle and stood it back up right.

Val killed the hairdryer. "Are you gonna need that dried off too?" Her voice was loaded.

Nikki nodded. "I mean, I was the one who spilled the wine originally. I've already taken up enough of your time. You're supposed to be here enjoying the wedding."

"Right now," Val exhaled nervously, "I'm having the most fun here with you. Can't you tell?" With that, she wiggled her hips, while thumbing her waistband.

With a gentle pull, her slender cock flopped out. It hung like a pendulum, swinging back and forth.

Nikki licked her lips absently. "So you've got something to play with?"

Val gripped herself and stroked her cock a few times. "Mhm."

"That's good." Nikki gathered her dress up and pulled it off in one fluid motion. Val gasped. Nikki's black lace thong was an intricate thing. But as she thumbed her own waistband and pulled, a seven inch monster of girth and veins bounced to attention. "Because I've got something too."

They met in the center of the room. Not glamorous like the bridal party. All consuming. Vigorous. Their lips found each other. Val gripped the back of Nikki's head and drove her tongue down the woman's mouth. Nikki groaned through and gripped Val. Breaking apart, she crouched and spat a glob of saliva on Val's cock.

"We don't have much time." Val remarked as Nikki gulped down her cock, devouring as much as she could.

Wet sounds filled the bathroom. Val wrapped her fingers into a tight fist of Nikki's hair while the woman sucked her off in rhythm. Saliva mixed with pre cum. It pooled at the bottom of Nikki's lips, then trailed a thin line down to her own eager cock.

Nikki jerked herself off, mixing her own precum with the saliva/Val's pre cum mixture. Her sleek penis was throbbing now, ready for more. Val grunted and popped Nikki off of her cock. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to Nikki's. Their lips and tongues met, swimming in fluids shared.

"Perfect. Nice and warmed up." Val pushed Nikki against the countertop, exposing her round ass to the monster at her end. She exhaled and lined herself up.

"Do it," Nikki's gasped, "I'm ready f--oh!"

Val buried all seven inches deep inside Nikki. The raven haired woman cried out, then laughed feverishly. "Ooooh FUCK! Fuck Val! Fuck me!"

The slap of wet flesh sliding in and out echoed in the room. Val's cock burned as Nikki clenched and unclenched. "Yes! Like that babe...take it all all. Good...good girl....!"

Nikki's cock flopped against her body, slapping her thigh. Her eyes rolled back, withering under Val's onslaught. Her neck tightened and she gasped as powerful fingers seized her hair and forced her to look up.

"Motherfucker...," she whispered as she found Val's blue eyes staring her down. Their bodies burned, the friction rubbing them raw. Nikki moaned as Val's free hand reached and fondled her exposed breast. "Fuck that feels tight."

Val switched from a humming rhythm to a slow pile driving motion. Nikki whimpered as she withdrew slowly and slowly, the rim of her asshole stretched taut. Then Val slammed back inside her. Then she repeated the process over and over again.

Nikki wailed as her cock twitched and dumped her load on the bare ground. Her orgasm came and went without notice; Val was buried too deep inside her to care. Her eyes darted to her phone on the counter.

"Fuck. We need to get back to Table 12...the cake cutting..."

Val thrust again and came in a wrenching mess, slumping against Nikki's back. "A cake better than this one?" She eased out her entire length, whimpering at the red burned tip. A bead of her own cum appeared from within Nikki's asshole. "Fuck, Nikki..."

Nikki turned her head. "Maybe we've got a little more time.

...

By the time both women sat back down at Table 12, the kissing couple loudly argued with each other while Wally waxed poetic about the 1967 New York Mets.

Nikki gingerly sat down and smiled at the warm squish inside her. Val's floral lace thong felt warm covering her own cock. They had switched before leaving the bathroom. Next to her, Val smiled, her own ass wrecked and actively leaking into her newly borrowed black lace panties from Nikki.

"Maybe we'll take a slice to go," Nikki suggested.

Val raised an eyebrow. "Who says we're going to make it out of here before the next time?"