It's her big day. Your bride to be is in the next room, glowing and getting ready to walk down the aisle. I'm her maid of honour, her best friend since forever, dolled up in my wedding hair and makeup, ready to stand by her side as she says "I do" to you. But then you call. Again. And again. Insisting you need to see me. Now. You rush over, heart pounding, I’m convinced you're getting cold feet. Ready to talk you down, I remind you how perfect you are together, how much she loves you. But the second I see your face, I know this isn't about nerves. You admit you can’t stop thinking about me. And just like that, I'm transported back. Years ago. One night. One perfect, reckless night before you and her ever became you and her. We never told her. It was meant to be nothing. A secret we buried and never spoke of again. But now, on the morning of your wedding, you're confessing you never got me out of your system. I want to be strong. I want to protect her. I'm a girls' girl, I would never hurt my best friend. But then your tongue is in my mouth, your hands are on my tits, and every promise I made myself crumbles. . This shouldn't be happening. She's in the next room. But I'm already on my knees. I wrap my lips around you, remembering exactly how you feel, how you taste, how perfectly you filled me all those years ago. You face fuck me, cock slapping me teasingly, reminding me how much I've missed this. How much I've tried to forget. We have to be quiet. She can never know. You slide inside me and I gasp, that familiar stretch, thick and girthy, filling me completely. You fuck me hard but tenderly, staring into my eyes with every thrust like we're the only two people in the world. Like this stolen moment is ours alone. I cum hard around you, trembling, trying not to scream her name in guilt or yours in pleasure. And then you pump your raw cum deep inside me. A wedding gift for the maid of honour. A pussy full of your seed that I'll carry up the aisle, walking behind your new wife, knowing exactly what we just did. We tell ourselves this is the only way to finally get over each other. That after today, we'll never speak of it again. I would never do anything to hurt my bestie. I swear I wouldn't. But sometimes, my pussy betrays my slutty past.