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A/N: This is my first fanfic…so please by nice but review so I can learn to be better. Let me know if this is something you want continued as well…I'm not sure if you all will like it. But tell me anyway…:D
It's a wedding. Nope not mine, thank goodness. I had done that exact thing seven years ago. I'm a surgeon and he's a hotshot business man. He travels all the time and I'm almost positive he spends about 12 weeks at home out of the whole year with me. Granted I'm a surgeon and I'm home like three out of the four days, but I'm home. I'm sure he is getting some somewhere when he is away but I don't think I can bare the truth hitting me right in the face if he tells me. I on the other hand, take those needs in my own hands, literally. It doesn't even seem like a marriage, we don't look like the lovesick couple when we are seen together. What we have just seems to make life seem easy to the outside world. We put on a show. We make good money, have a nice home, fancy cars and have extra for some of the finer things in life, so I just let it go and live the easy life as opposed to the life I once pictured. I'm thinking about the psychology course I took in undergrad school that the seventh year of marriage will either make or break a couple…I think it's starting to come true on my end.
Anyway, Megan was getting married soon. She's one of my scrub nurses and I know she's a little bit shy. I just moved here from Miami and I don't really have any friends. I met the Plastic Surgeon, Mark and his best friend, Derek – they seem nice, I'm just not sure if they're the type of people I want to hang around with. Megan was nice and she didn't seem to have many friends, so when I found that we clicked in the OR so well, it was easy to hold a conversation with her. When she asked if I could be one of her bridesmaids, I couldn't tell her "No" — that's just rude, so I obliged.
I was so glad the dresses were not the hideous ones that make people wonder, "Why is that out for the public eye to see?!?" It was very cute and elegant and the theme was perfect. It was Wednesday, two days before the wedding. When I entered the church where the rehearsal was taking place, I first noticed Megan, with a group of people around her chatting. She looked genuinely happy as this should be the happiest moment of her life. I wonder if I looked like that when I said yes to Brandon.
As I stared at the beautiful scene before me, I almost didn't hear Megan call out trying to pull me towards the littler group she was surrounded by. Megan introduced everyone around to me and vice versa. Mother, Grandmother, McKenzie, the groom's sister, Arizona the breathtakingly stunning blonde that had captivated my attention and Landon her husband. It turned out Arizona was Megan's childhood best friend that had flown in from New York to be maid of honor along with McKenzie and me as bridesmaids. As we were trying to greet each other, the pastor ushered us in to each step of the rehearsal. An hour and a half later, we were all worn out and our stomachs were making irrational noises. I suggested we grabbed dinner and get to know each other at little better seeing as we are going to be in close quarters over the next few days.
We found a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant and decided to eat there. Somehow I ended up sitting next to Arizona and I was so excited I wasn't sitting next to anyone else. I was just drawn to her like a magnet. There's no physical pull but I can't stop letting my eyes wander over her or help but sit closer to her. We started talking and hit it off like we had known each other our whole lives. She was very perky and energetic and a number of times through the night she touched my hand while making a point, each time the thrill of it sent chills up my arm. At one point her leg pressed up against mine and I didn't want to pull away as I was still admiring her beauty, she left hers there like she didn't notice, I could feel my heart beating faster and my breaths quicken. I felt like a young teenager on her first date. I don't know why I felt this way about her, I've never felt this way about anyone. I had never experienced any type of sexual feelings for another woman before, but I think she might be the exception. Even back in high school and college I had never experimented, not even a kiss. However, there's nothing more I'd rather do to her tonight.
I really had to go to use the restroom. I was reluctant in breaking contact with her lower limb, but peeing myself would have been much worse. I excused myself and headed for the ladies room. When I finished I exited the stall to see Arizona there washing her hands. I stepped up beside her and washed my hands and fixed my hair.
She turned to face me. "I just wanted to thank you for being so friendly and nice. I don't know anyone here but Megan and her mother and you have been so welcoming. So thank you!" She smiled a full dimpled smile and I felt myself melt a little bit.
I dried my hands and faced her. "You're very welcome, you are very easy to get along and I'm having a great time. Besides, I need someone to talk to as well." I said with a wink.
She looked deep into my chocolate eyes as I got lost in her ocean blue ones, and then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. She pulled back looking to see my reaction. I am sure I looked shocked on the outside but my insides were going wild, wanting nothing more than to do that again. There was just something about Arizona made me want her. I reached up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me. Our lips met, our tongues massaged one another's, my fingers getting tangled in her blonde locks. The sound of the door to the bathroom opening pulled us apart and a moment later Megan walked in. I washed my hands again not knowing what else to do and trying to hide my blush.
"I'm so glad you two are getting along so well" Megan said. "Sorry 'Zona but there is so much to do for the wedding I haven't been spending time with you at all."
"Don't worry about it," said Arizona, "Calliope here is keeping me company so we will catch up later."
"Thanks for being so understanding, and thank you so much for coming."
Megan headed into a stall and Arizona gave me one last quick, silent, kiss on the lips, smiling once more with the dimples in full view before leaving to go back to her seat. I just stood there for a moment with a million feelings flying throughout my body, my mind racing in circles. I made my way back to my seat without my knees buckling from underneath me.
We sat around for another half hour or so. At one point Arizona had removed her heels and ran her foot up and down my bare calf. It felt so good and I was so aroused I was afraid I was going to leave a mark on the back of my dress, if not on the chair I was sitting on. It broke me a little just to watch her leave with her husband when we left the restaurant.
My entire drive home I was uncomfortable. I was squirming and trying to tell myself to calm down. But man, I needed to cum. I needed release. It was getting late and when I got home the lights were out. I went to the bedroom intent on making my husband give me the orgasm of a lifetime if not multiple orgasms. I looked in our bedroom and saw him sleeping there snoring soundly. I then realized that he was not what I wanted anyway. I wanted Arizona. I made my way to the office next to family room. I stripped off my clothes and laid down on the couch. I had one hand on my breast and one between my legs as I relived the night's events. In my fantasy Arizona pulled me into a bathroom stall, fucking me right there in the restaurant. I pinched my nipple imaging it to be her lips sucking and pulling. I flicked my finger over my clit imaging it to be her tongue. I then finger fucked myself curling my fingers just right and hitting the spot that made me weak, cumming over and over again as imagined Arizona doing it to me. I made my way upstairs and into my bedroom. Brandon did not even move as I climbed in beside him. I had trouble going to sleep as my mind would not stop thinking about Arizona and what I wanted to do to her, or better yet what she could do to me.