Three sixteen.  It was the right number, so I fumbled with the key, then managed
to open the door.  Lydia and I looked around.  "Nice," I offered.

"Yes," she said, walking ahead of me.

"Now I don't want you sneaking Greg up here during the reception," I joked.  She
didn't answer, but finding the bathroom, proceeded in. The room was just for the
evening, as a place for wraps, repairs, and whatever.

"Can you come help me?" came Lydia's voice from the bathroom.  She'd left the
bathroom door open so I glanced back to see that the room door was shut.  When I
entered, she was in the midst of taking the dress off.

After I'd helped her and found myself holding the dress, she said "Thanks!  Thank
goodness."

She was bare.  Completely.  Obviously she had been completely bare underneath the
dress.  She sat on the toilet and relieved herself, apparently not caring a bit
that I was standing right there. "Listen," she said as she stood again, "I
probably won't get another chance to thank you," and she leaned over and kissed
me.  On the lips.

It did strike me: here I was, in my maid-of-honor's dress, holding her wedding
dress, kissing her while she was absolutely naked.  We went way back, but if it
hadn't been for the excitement of the day, I'm sure I would have been a little
freaky about it.

And she didn't hurry the kiss.  Was it longer than it should have been?  I found
myself asking that question, but I wasn't sure.

I was ready to assist her with the dress again, but she said "Just a minute,"
then went on to add, "Why don't you lay it on the bed for a little while: it's
such a relief to be out of it for a moment."

She wandered oer, looking out the glass doors that led to a porch.  No one could
see in, but still I would have felt funny in such a position.  Then she turned
and leaned against a dresser, looking at me.  I sat on the edge of the bed.

She didn't say anything right away.  Again, I felt a little strange, sitting
there while she was completely naked like that.  Completely bare underneath that
dress!  She did have the body to pull it off: slender, and her breasts were nice,
but not too large.  "You ready?" I asked, probably to get out of the situation
that was beginning to prey on me.

"No, please, just a minute.  Listen, could you do my shoulders, just a little?"

I mumbled assent, then glanced around to figure out how we were going to do this.
 She didn't move a muscle, so I finally just stood up and moved closer.  She
turned around as I approached, her hands on the edge of the dresser.

I felt something like a little shiver as I brought my hands up to her neck.  It
was nerves, being so close to her naked body like that, but once I started, I
relaxed.  I could feel her trying to relax her shoulder muscles, but she didn't
say anything.

Yes it was strange.  Pretty little Lydia on her wedding day, standing in front of
me, naked.  My hands on her soft skin.  No, I had *never* been attracted to her,
or any woman, but something about that moment just got to me.  I imagined running
my hands down her body all the way to her waist.  "Oh yes, thanks," she finally
said in a low, contented voice.  But she didn't say it as if to tell me to finish
so I didn't stop.

She made a low "mmm" sound and moved her body just a little under the rhythmic
motions of my hand.  I felt it.  I wondered about myself, feeling like that,
doing that.

I thought about it--about starting to massage her whole back.  I didn't dare. 
Would she think it was all innocent?  I couldn't be sure.  I remembered her kiss.

She was turning!  As she turned around, I started to withdraw my hand, but she
put her hands over mine and held them to her skin.  We ended up her leaning
against the dresser, my hands on the front of her shoulders and hers on top of
them.  She looked up at me and smiled.

Suddenly she had my head between her hands and was kissing me.  It was like it
knocked the breath out of me: I almost thought I would faint. I found my hands
running down the sides of her body to the sides of her hips.  She is *so* slender
and soft.

Then her lips were at my ear, whispering: "You can do *anything you want* to me."
 That released something in me.  Instantly I had *her* head in *my* hands and was
kissing *her*.  I didn't stop, forcing her to continue.  I could just feel the
excitement in her body.

Finally I broke the kiss and she stood there gasping, still leaning on the
dresser as I leaned on a hand on each side of her.  I stared at her.  Lydia.  She
didn't seem to be able to hold my gaze and her eyes went down.  Her words echoed
in my head; *anything you want to me*.

I turned her around.  I massaged her shoulders again as she stood again, leaning
against the dresser.  But this time I did her whole back like I'd imagined doing
before.  She just stood there and let me. *Anything I want*.

I wanted to test her.  *Anything*, she'd said.  My hands roamed down, to her
rear.  I massaged them.  She let me.  Then... I slipped a finger between,
touching her anus.  What was I thinking?  I held it there.  I felt her stiffen.

"You said *anything*," I said to her, quietly.  In a moment she nodded her head:
a quick little nod.  I felt her trying to relax her body.  I started rubbing my
finger, slightly up and down on her anus.

I didn't stop.  I'd *see* if she really meant what she said.  Soon it must have
been minutes.  She started to turn her head once, but a quiet "No," made her
reconsider.  She just stood there while I did it.

Then I felt it--something in her body.  Yes, it was affecting her.  It grew and
soon I could see her breathing become a little more pronounced.  I reached around
front with my other hand and felt her: wet.  She suddenly grabbed my hand that
was in front and pressed it against herself.  Again I said "No," and she
obediently put her hand back.  I continued to softly stroke her anus and kept my
other finger just lying still at the opening of her vagina.  Now her breathing
was definitely picking up.

I didn't know I had this in me.  Where did I get these ideas?  Was this what I
secretly wanted a guy to do to me?  Lydia.  The last thing I expected to be doing
was this.  She was breathing hard now.  I could tell: I could make her come. 
There was no doubt.  I *loved* the feeling.

I pressed my finger slightly against her anus.  Suddenly she was wild, her
breathing was suddenly so much heavier it was, as if she had been breathing
normally before.  She stood up, pulling her hands off the dresser, and grabbed my
hand that was in front of her with both hands, pushing it against herself.  She
started moving it up and down, quickly.

"No!"

She froze.  I withdrew my hands.  She was absolutely still except for her
breathing.  "Please," she said.

This was it.  *Anything*.  I turned around and picked up the dress off the bed. 
"Let's get you dressed," I said.

She spun around.  The look in her eyes was pure torture.  "But..."

"It's what I want," I said.  I dropped the dress, grabbed her head and kissed her
hard.  But only for a moment.  Then I had the dress again.

She did it: helped me get it on her.  She was quiet.  Soon she was looking the
part again.  Standing in front of her, I put a hand behind her neck, massaging
slowly, looking at her.  Then I leaned my head over and gave her the softest kiss
I could.  "Come on," I said, leading her by the hand.  She looked so desperate.

Greg was waiting for her as we approached the reception room.  He kissed her, but
before he took her arm and led her in, I managed to kiss him on the cheek.

I whispered to him: "Can you make her hot just by kissing her?"  He immediately
kissed her again.  A longer kiss.

We sat at the table.  I was next to her.  "You witch!" she managed to whisper to
me.  I put my hand on her thigh for a minute and gently rubbed.  Her eyes...

Later, the tableware clanked against the wine and water glasses.  Greg leaned
over and kissed her.  It wasn't a short kiss.  I put my hand on her thigh again
and rubbed, slowly bringing my hand up toward her body.  He was still kissing
her.  I felt it: a shudder.  And another...