Casey's Big Day

by amy xxxxx

Casey.
From Reading.
22 y/o.
5'4'.
Pretty.
Brown hair.
Blue eyes.
Slim.
'B' cup.
Bi.

It was a wonderful wedding and my best friend Stacey looked like she'd come straight out of a fairy tale. Her white dress was stunning and her new husband, Paul, in his top and tails, complimented her perfectly.

I was jealous of both. Three years ago, before they became an item, I had a one night stand with Paul and Stacey's last fling was on her hen night. But not with a fella - with me.

I've always been bi and when the mood takes I don't mind either, or both. You'd probably class me as a bit of a slag or slapper because I fuck most anyone who catches my eye. But it's not a fair comment to make about me really because I can't help being a very sexual person, can I? When I stick on a short skirt and revealing blouse I can pull almost any body and that includes straight girls. I'm a good looking chick who is hot to be with and hotter in bed.

Sitting in the church I eyed up all the handsome men and pretty women. Even there, in the church, it was easy to catch the eye of one or two. I was planning to maybe see if I could get shagged before the evening do by a lad who was with his wife. The challange was an interesting one. Even more so when I thought about getting my hand in her knickers before the end of the evening, as well. As I day dreamed my way through the boredom of the ceremony some thing, or should I say some one, really took my attention. It was Stacey's twelve year old sister, Millie. Was she starring into oblivion? Half asleep with boredom, like me or was she checking me out. I thought about it for a few seconds, while giving her a similar stare, until she realised, blushed and looked away. I sniggered to myself, thinking about how funny it was that I'd made a twelve year old feel so silly. And if she felt like I was perving, she was hardly going to tell on me, was she?

I could just see it, 'mom, I think that girl's a pervert, she's looking at me like she wants to fuck me.'

I laughed inside, obviously I wasn't interested but it was a fun game to play with a preteen. She wouldn't forget the look I gave her in a hurry, but then she shouldn't have sat there starring at me, especially with my reputation.

The weather was almost as beautifull as the bride and the photo's were all taken outside in the pretty surroundings of the church grounds, that hummed with the chatter of family and freinds. Stacey and Paul were inside signing the register whilst we all waited patiently outside. I stood idly beneath an oak tree, in the shade, minding my own business. I was fanning myself when I saw young Millie standing with her parents. I couldn't help thinking about her face in the church and found myself actually checking her out for real. She is very, very pretty for her age, though rather skinny. I guess she is just about five feet tall with lovely long curly blonde hair. It had a yellow flower in it that matched her short dress. Her skin is fair and lightly tanned, her neck long and slender. Quite kissable, I thought. Her eyes sparkled blue, topping a quaint, pretty nose and pencil thin, wet lips. I ganced down her fragile frame to her rather boney and coltish legs. My mind tried to picture the view between her slim thigh's and I admonished myself for going that far. Then she turned and as she did I caught sight of the tiny bumps on her chest. Why? I don't know, but the sight made me catch my breath. Our eyes then met again and it was I who now blushed and I immediately looked away, feelling flushed and with a sudden feeling of arousal. I was glad when Stacey and Paul finally emerged.

The meal went well, though I found myself sat next to Millie. I wondered how long it had been since she started puberty. It couldn't have been that long for surely I would have noticed before this day. We exchanged a few words here and there and I noticed a strange air between us that only comes when two strangers meet and there is an instant attraction between both parties. I tried to behave myself but was drawn consistantly to the fact that as she would lean forward I could peak down her dress to her cleavage. She was wearing a training bra that was loose fitting. I kept getting desirable glimpses of her tiny swell and nipple. As much as I felt guilty at my behaviour, I knew I was finding Millie sexually attractive and was starting to look forward to masturbating over her. I wondered how long it would be before I tried to make her another notch on my bed post. A few years yet, but it was definately going on my things to do before I die list.

As the meal drew to a close my attention was totally on Millie. In a short time I'd become besotted with her and our embarrassed air had disappeared. We, at last, were chatting like good freinds, when previously, I'd taken little or no interest in her at all. Her mum was pleased that she'd found some one to connect with and Millie's eyes lit up when I suggested we sat together in the evening during the reception. I was lucky, really, if I'd been a fella I would have been thrown out. But being female meant I was welcome with open arms.

Before the reception, in the interim lull, I went home to shower and change. I took the oppotunity to strip naked and jill myself to two quick orgasms on my bed. I couldn't believe how quickly I came thinking about Millie and her luscious young breasts. Though there was a clue about how aroused I'd become, because of her, in in my panties. When I'm exceptionally aroused I leak copious amounts of juice into my gusset and it was sodden. After my short but fulfilling round with my fingers I showered and dressed in a low cut, flaired hemmed red number that hung mid-thigh. I wore a matching red satin bra and panties set with black heels. I re-done my make up, ensuring my strawberry lip stick was applied perfectly. Checking myself in the mirror I liked what I saw.

'You don't scrub up badly,' I said to myself and blew my reflection a kiss as I turned to leave.

When I arrived at the hall the reception was well under way and the drink was flowing. Millie came straight up to me and handed me a glass of red wine. I'd already been drinking Vodka, during the meal, and didn't really want to mix my drinks but I couldn't say no to Millie? Could I? We made our way to a small table near the disco. The music was playing but not too loud, yet. She'd stayed with the rest of her family and was still wearing her sexy little yellow dress. I purred as my eyes give her a long lusty checking out... Yet again.

'What you starring at Casie?' She asked.

'Oh I'm sorry,' I replied, 'is it illegal for one girl to check out another, These days?'

She giggled and blushed, 'no,' she said shyly.

'I was just thinking,' I mused, 'how grown up you've become and in such a short time. How old are you now, Millie?'

'Twelve,' she gushed, 'thirteen in january.'

I quickly worked it out with my fingers behind my back. It is June so... Thats seven months away. Oh my God, she's not even twelve and a half yet and I've already jilled off over her. That's a new record for sure... By a mile.

'I kindda wish I was a guy,' I said.

'Why?' She frowned.

'Because you're gorgeous,' I assured her 'and I would be begging to be your boyfreind.'

'You don't mean that,' she said with the most beautifull smile, gleaming teeth and sparkling eyes.

I started getting aroused.

The music went up a notch and people started filling up the floor. I was enjoying Millie's company so much that I never noticed the eighteen year old freind of her brother arrive.

'Hi,' he said with a big grin, 'you wanna dance, Mill?'

She looked at me and I smiled, 'go on,' I encouraged her, 'enjoy yourself.'

My heart flipped and I felt sick as she stood up and walked away with him. There was something creepy about him that I didn't like and I soon found out what it was. He took her mid crowd and as they danced a slow one I saw his hand on her bottom. I was raging inside but wasn't too sure what to do. I screamed at him inside my head. Leave her alone you fucking creepy pervert. Then fortunately the song ended and she came back, alone.

'Did you see that?'

I nodded.

'Touched my bum the creep.'

'Exactly what I thought,' I said, 'I wanted to say something but for some reason didn't?'

'I wish you had,' she replied, sliding up next to me and linking her arm through mine affectionately.

I stroked her hair with my free hand, 'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I should have done.'

'I wish you was my girlfr... I mean boyfreind... Or whatever it is I mean,' she said and laid her cheek against my arm.

I felt elated and nuzzled her hair. I breathed in the fresh smell of a preteen. Her soft hair felt like silk and I stroked her cheek as I kissed her on top of her head.

'If you was him,' she said looking up at my face, 'I woudn't mind you touching my bum.'

I could feel my mound growing with arousal. I couldn't help it. Her words, our closeness. God I was wet again.

'But would you mind,' I said tapping her nose on the end with my finger, 'if I did it... Even though I'm girl? Like you.'

She raised up to my ear, I could feel her breath on my cheek and sucked it in. 'No,' She whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I looked around us before turning to Millie. Our eyes met, just a few inches apart. The temptation was over powering and in the dark corner I kissed her lips quickly. I looked around again but was safe, I hadn't been seen. I looked back to Millie for her reaction and was relieved to see her smiling.

'I bet you wasn't expecting that?' I said.

She giggled, looked down in her lap and shrugged.

'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I thought you wouldn't mind?'

'I didn't,' she replied, then she knelt up on the padded bench seat and put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

I turned towards her again and she kissed my lips. My heart was beating like a drum. I can honestly say I've never felt so aroused in my life.

'Not here,' I said, 'I'll get hung if anyone sees us.'

She slumped down next to me, folded her arms and skinny legs and huffed.

I felt guilty, 'hey,' I said, 'perhaps we could take a walk, you know, some where quiet where we'll be alone.'

'Really?' She said excitedly.

'Go tell your mum you want to get some air and that I'll be with you.'

She was gone like a shot, almost running across the dance floor. As I watched her the realisation of how young she is and of what I was plotting hit home. I felt a massive guilty pang strike me. The next thing I knew her mother was waving and smiling. I smiled and waved back as Millie bounded back across the dance floor.

'It's OK,' she said, 'as long as you're with me.'

She grabbed me by the hand and almost dragged me to my feet.

'Hey, slow down,' I said as she excitedly led the way.

Outside the night air was some what cooler but still warm. I pointed towards the end of the hall where I could see it was in the shadows. When we got there, there was a small alley way that led to a fire exit.

'Down here,' I said.

There was a low wall, which I leant my bum against and pulled Millie to me. She stood between my knee's and we looked deep into each other's eyes. I linked my hands behind her back and she slipped hers around my neck again. For a while we just stood there starring at each other.

'You sure about thus Hun?' I fimally asked.

Millie noddeed so I moved my face a little nearer hers, checking her expression, making sure she knew what we were doing. She smiled beautifully and alluringly and I was lured by her smile. Closer and closer until I was breathing in the air she exhaled, until I could feel the heat radiate off her skin, until... Until our lips touched for a brief, tantilising second. A second that would define my very existance. I was nervous, she was nervous. I could feel her trembling as much as I was. The anticipation of what may or may not lie ahead, of where we was going, of what we were doing. The knowledge that it was wrong, both morally and legally. And how far would we go with this, a twenty-two year old woman and a twelve year old girl.

So, so wrong and yet so, so right.

Our lips met again. We'd both given in to our primal instincts. The kiss, brief again but charged like a lightning bolt. Short, sweet but certainly filled with a passion not shown before. A passion fueled by lust and a wanton desire for sex. At least it was with me. I kissed her thin, wet lips a little harder and for longer this time, tasting her mouth and saliver. Then she was kissing me back with her head tilted to one side. My mouth opened and I licked her lips, hoping to tempt her into doing the same thing. I didn't even know if she knew about French kissing but I didn't have time to question her. Her lips did part and our tongues met. Mine, large and invading, hers, tiny and timid in comparison. It was the moment, though, that released our sexual hunger for one and other. Luckily, for me, my dress was a loose and she fell against me. I hugged her tightly to my body as our mouths devoured each others. I could feel the tiny swell of her preteen chest against my own, what must have seemed like huge to her, breast. I could feel my crotch responding dramatically in preperation for sex. My nether lips were opening up and my precum was soaking into the red satin and no doubt staining my favourite, most expensive pair of panties. But it was worth it, that and a whole lot more, to be kissing and holding this most beautifull girl in my arms. If I were to die tonight, I thought, I would die with a contented smile on my face.

'Can I?' I asked, my hand lightly stroking her back side.

She smiled and nodded, then pressed her lips back onto mine. Her tongue coming out and attacking my mouth now. Suddenly she didn't seem so young and timid. Instead she appeared to know what she wanted and was prepared to take it and I, I was more than willing to give it to her.

My stroking turned to squeezing and fondling closer to her lower regions, down to her bare thigh, just under the hem of her dress. Now stroking higher and nearer her panty covered bottom. I pulled her tighter until I had her thigh pressing against my gaping wet pussy that was begging for release. My fingers wormed inside her leg hole and carressed her, now bare buttock. She responded by pressing her thigh harder against my crotch.

Lost in the moment, delerious with excitement and completely in the throes of passion. That's when it happened. When I lost all control and deep within the arms of my preteen lover, with her mouth making love to mine - I came. My thigh's shook as my pussy suddenly exploded in orgasm, sending raptuous jolts through my body and creamy cum into my panties. I clung to Millie like a baby to it's mother whilst I recovered. I looked into her eyes for reassurance. She smiled a,knowing smile and I blushed.

'May I?' I whispered with both hands on her thigh's under her dress.

She knew what I was asking and stepped back. We swapped places and I immediately began kissing her again, with me now stood between her knee's. Time was becoming a factor now so I decided I needed to speed things up a little. I think Millie was hoping for the same as I got but I wanted to give her more, something she could savour, remember and masturbate over for a very long time. I moved my kisses to her neck, then lower until I was kissing her tiny bust. Oh how I would have loved to free her child'ish breast and suck her lovely tits. But I had to get a move on and dropped to my knees before her and between her thigh's. I looked up for a sign but her face said it all. An expression of lust in her eyes glistened. Her hands were in mid-air not knowing what to do. I looked down at her lovely yellow dress and with shaking hands raised the hem until I was face to face with a little girl camel toe in her pretty cream coloured knickers. I swooned at the sight and kissed her warm damp slit through the thin nylon. I heard her gasp and looked up. Her eyes were closed, her head skyward and her hands falling to rest on my shoulders. She wasn't resisting my love making even though she was shaking with nervous tension. I kissed her mound through her underwear again, only harder this time and she squealed in delight. I then licked the nylon gusset and tasted her slit. It was an intoxicating and alluring flavour and a heady, deliscious aroma. She was shaking even more now as I buried my tongue into the folds in her knickers and suddenly her thigh's locked around my head and I felt her hand pressing the back of my head. Then through her nylon knickers, amid her jerking body, I felt a warm wet flow of her cum juice soak into the material. I lapped at it like a kitten to milk.

Then she huffed a long sigh and sagged back. I took the oppotunity to pull her lovely wet gusset to the side and was met by her hairless slit, glowing pink and wet. I kissed her pussy and licked at her slit every last drop of cum it offered. But Millie, poor Millie was spent. She pushed me away and I got to my feet and held her lovingly and showered her with kisses.

'Thank you darling,' I said, 'that was wonderfull.'

I assured her that every thing, and I meant every thing we'd just done was natural, even beteeen two girls some times. She beamed and hugged me. I said it was time to get back to the reception and she had a skip in her step, a reminder, I thought of how I'd over stepped the mark.

As we entered the hall her brothers eighteen year old mate was coming the other way. 'Oh Millie,' he said, 'I've been looking for you. Do you want another dance?'

We both cringed, ' no, fuck off you pervert,' she replied.

There was several people in the entrance way who all pointed at him and laughed. He went bright red and made a bee - line for the gents toilet.

Millie squeezed my hand and we made our way onto the dance floor. Millie's mum caught my eye. She smiled and waved, we smiled and waved back. As we danced to Michael Jackson I had a thought, it might have officially been Stacey and Paul's big day, but as I looked longingly into Millie's eyes I knew that really it was my day... Casey's big day.

THE END.