All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18. Rachel and Emily are 21 and 22 respectively, John is in his mid-forties.
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"Wow! Emily it's stunning! You look absolutely beautiful!" Rachel tried her best to act like it was the first time she'd seen Emily's wedding dress, and she thought she'd got away with it, as her best friend walked into the room, smiling from ear to ear.
"Thanks Rach! You look pretty ravishing yourself!" Emily bounded up to Rachel throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly.
"Did I or did I not find you the hottest bridesmaid dress ever!?!"
"You definitely did! I'm a bit worried my tits might fall out though Em, would it have killed you to pick something with a bit more support?" Rachel joked.
"I would consider it a crime to keep these puppies locked away." Emily playfully grabbed a hold of Rachel's large pert breasts and wobbled them vigorously, as they both fell about laughing.
"Oh! Did I tell you? I ended up getting my dress half price!" Emily said excitedly. Rachel's stomach dropped. "Really? How come?" She probed tentatively.
"Well apparently the guy at the bridal shop snagged it on a nail! It's all right though, he repaired the damage and I can't even tell, so it's a win-win I say!"
Rachel sighed with relief. Granted it was unlikely he would have told her what really happened. If anything she was the one who had the win-win that day.
"Lucky you! I still can't believe you're getting married today!" Rachel changed the subject as quickly as she could.
"I know! I hope it all goes smoothly, I'm a bit worried about my dad and my mum's new boyfriend making a scene."
"They wouldn't though would they? Not on your big day?" Rachel took Emily by the hand consolingly.
"Brian's promised not to, but you know what my dad can be like, he can be hot headed at times. He hasn't really got over the divorce yet I think." Tears began to pool in the corners of Emily's eyes.
"Oh Em! Don't get upset, only happy tears are permitted today. I'll keep them in line. Nothing and I mean nothing is going to spoil my best friend's wedding day, I'll make sure of it." She handed a wad of tissues to Emily who dabbed at her eyes.
"Thanks Rach, my mascara's not running is it?"
"No it's fine, but when is your car arriving?" Her question was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
"It's here!" They both screamed with excitement.
"Right last minute checks." Emily said whilst making her way over to the bedroom mirror. Emily's chestnut hair had been stylishly plated and pulled back into a twisted bun. She wore a shimmering eye shadow which highlighted her hazel eyes and a glossy clear lipstick. Rachel by comparison rarely needed to wear any make-up, she was naturally stunning, with deep glacier blue eyes, a slender button nose and full pink lips. Her normally luscious wavy blonde hair had been straightened today and pulled back into a ponytail, the base of which was threaded with purple flowers to match her dress. Two loose golden strands of hair hung down, framing her gorgeous heart shaped face.
"Does the bride look hot? Check!" Rachel said with a wink.
"Does my maid of honour look hot? Check!" Emily returned the compliment and they made their way to the stairs, both laughing and screaming again.
The atmosphere downstairs was tense. Emily's father John had arrived to pick up his daughter in a swanky Rolls Royce her mum Karen had hired for the special day. Karen invited him inside but John had said he'd rather wait by the car until Emily was ready.
John hadn't been back to the house he and Karen once shared for four years, not since the divorce. Being back here now was filling him with conflicting emotions. It was one of the proudest days of his life, seeing his one and only daughter getting married, but starting the day off at his old house, surrounded by so many memories of his own failed marriage was not how he would have wished it.
There was a hush in Emily's lounge as the stairs creaked and the bottom Emily's dress came into view, followed by a chorus of oohs and aahs as she gracefully descended into full view. Her mum immediately burst into tears and ran to hug her daughter.
"You look b...b...beautiful." Her mum sobbed. Emily gave her another squeeze before going to greet the other dozen or so family members who were packed into their tiny lounge.
Rachel's entrance wasn't quite as dramatic but she certainly made an impression on every male relative of Emily's, who stood open mouthed, staring gormlessly as the stunning 21 year old walked into view. Her purple satin bridesmaids dress clung to her every curve. As the dress had such a low plunging back, it exposed her tanned and toned physique, but it also made wearing a bra impossible. Rachel's huge 32FF breasts encased in only a thin clinging layer of satin, bounced and jiggled freely with every step she took. The men's heads all bobbed in unison with her incredible cleavage, as she too descended the stairs.