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“I love you, too,” I say with a smile.

The rest of the wedding reception happens, and I’m there for it, but I couldn’t say whom I talked to or what I did. I’m too busy thinking about what happened in the hallway. It was absolutely shocking: Trace, Tanner and Tag took turns between my legs, licking at my sopping hole as I came again and again onto their faces. Oh god, what girl does that?

I push it out of my thoughts. I’ll think things through when I get home, but for now, I need to focus on the present. Guests are starting to leave, which means I have a lot of goodbyes to say. Yet another reason to never be in the wedding party again: you’re among the last to leave.

“Thank you for coming!” I say to Trudy’s great aunt as she hugs me, accosting me with her heavy perfume. I only just met the woman today, but Trudy is a hot commodity, and I’m in charge of fielding the less important guests. Only the VIP list, meaning the parents, siblings, and really close friends, get access to the bride and groom this close to closing time.

“It was a lovely ceremony!” Aunt Lena says. “You tell Trudy I’m happy for her.”

I nod.

“I certainly will! You get home safe, okay?”

“Thanks, dear. Don’t stay out too late!”

We both laugh, and I move on to the next low-profile guest. This one is a distant cousin of Herbie. They both have a lot of distant relatives, and I don’t want to meet any more of them.

Yet I have no choice. What Trudy wants, she gets, and unfortunately, I’m the bridesmaid making that happen.

But at least it’s a good distraction. I’d much rather make small talk with departing guests than think about anything else. I know my dress has a lot of layers, but I don’t know that it would hide my arousal if I let my mind go where it wants to.

“Kendall!” calls Carol, another of Trudy’s cousins and the black sheep of the family. “I haven’t seen you all day. Where have you been?”

I hope she doesn’t see my blush.

“Around. Busy catering to the bride. It’s really good to see you!”

She fluffs her hair. Vanity runs in Trudy’s family. They’ve all got tiny bodies, big boobs, and shiny blonde hair, so everyone forgives them for it.

“You too. Sorry we didn’t get to catch up! Let’s get coffee soon.”

I nod, but we both know we won’t get coffee. I like Carol, but we don’t hang out. I’ve only seen her at Trudy’s parties, where we usually end up making small talk because we don’t know anyone else.

After chatting with at least fifty more family members, the reception hall is finally clear, and I’m allowed to leave. I look around self-consciously for the guys, but they’re nowhere to be found. They probably escaped without anyone noticing. I’m jealous.

I smile blandly the rest of the bridal party, even at Monica and Leonore. If they knew what happened in the hall, they woulddie. But there’s time for that later.

“Trudy,” I say, sidling up to my best friend. She’s looking longingly at her husband, who deep in discussion with a rep from the banquet hall.

“Yeah?” she responds, her voice tired. “You good?”

“I’m heading home. Do you need anything before I leave?”

Trudy shakes her head.

“Go home and get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Have fun tonight,” I say, throwing her a wink. She blushes and laughs. We both know tonight won’t be her first time. Unlike me, Trudy lost her virginity when we were in high school. She’s never judged me for being so far behind her, and I appreciate that a lot.

A taxi takes me home. I’m too tired and a little too tipsy to drive. The open bar was just too tempting when I got back from my rendezvous with the guys because I needed a little alcohol to stifle my shock.

Back at home, I strip out of the dress, leaving it in my front hallway. I climb into warm pajama pants and an old t-shirt. Then I sit in my bed and let myself finally freak out.

Oh my God. What the hell happened earlier? I’m flustered, hot, and speechless. My pussy tingles at the memory of the guys licking and sucking me until I reached my climax. I’ve never had a guy give me an orgasm before, and tonight I had three do it at once!

What kind of dirty slut allows three guys to eat her pussy at once? Me, that’s who. I can’t believe I did that.

I thought we’d stop when that waitress saw us, but in fact, we kept going! We could’ve been caught at any moment, and to be frank, that made it even hotter. There was a sense of urgency and danger the entire time. Anyone could’ve walked down that very public hallway. I’m glad no one did. I probably would have died of embarrassment if anyone else saw three guys eating my pussy.