Attending a Lesbian Wedding

Attending a Lesbian Wedding By Comic Girl

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~ 1: Terrible Horrible Really Bad Day ~

It was Thursday and 21-year-old Aspen Matthews stood in the kitchen of Marino's Italian Restaurant waiting to collect an order for one of her customers. The dinner rush was finally dying down which meant her shift was almost over. The restaurant closes a 9 PM and the kitchen stopped taking orders just a few minutes ago so it was a simple matter of finishing the orders for the customers were were already seated and had ordered.

Collecting her dishes and placing them on the serving tray, she carries them out and with her rehearsed smile, hands them to the people they belong to. Once they had their proper meal she asked if they needed anything else. She reminded the group that the kitchen was closing so the only things she could provide were drinks, salads, and premade desserts. The table occupants asked for drink refills and thanked her for everything so far. Aspen asked the group which drinks they wanted and then quickly went to collect them before checking on her other two tables.

It was thirty minutes past the end of her scheduled shift, and Aspen had her coat on and headed for the main door. She'd almost made it when Carl Marino, the third-generation owner of Marino's, stopped her and asked if she would mind doing him a small favor. Today had been unusually busy and he had not been able to deposit for the week. Since the bank was on the way home and they had a night deposit box he politely asked her if she wouldn't mind dropping it off for him and bringing the receipt to the office in the morning.

Aspen was a little put out as she was still here 30 minutes later than she should have been, but Mr. Marino was a very accommodating boss and always worked with his hostesses should they need a shift covered, needed to come in late or leave early, she wasn't able to say no to her kind-hearted boss. Her boyfriend of four months has been texting her for the last 45 minutes asking when she would be home. As soon as she was in her car, she would text him that she would be home shortly. Flashing her patented smile, Aspen informed him that she would gladly help him out.

"Great." The sixty-something gentleman returned her smile, went to the register, collected the envelope with the money in question, and grabbing a restaurant bag, brought them to Aspen. "Here is the envelope, please count the money."

Aspen did as she was asked. This was common as she would then have to sign the money out until she returned the next day with the bank receipt. The money had been swapped out with large bills and after counting all of the 100-dollar bills, she announced, "Five thousand dollars."

"I concur. Please sign here." Carl asks handing her the log sheet. Aspen quickly signs the log as requested and hands Carl the pen back.

"Thank you dear, and this is for you," Carl states handing the young girl the restaurant bag.

"What's this?"

"Your dinner dear. It was the least I could do knowing I would be holding you up from your hot date."

Carl had ears all over the place. Someone must have mentioned that she was having dinner with her boyfriend, Enzo Conti, in half an hour.

Life really hadn't worked out the way she thought it would, back when she'd been head cheerleader and most popular girl in high school. Four years ago, she didn't believe that studying hard and getting good grades was important. College was a giant wake-up call for her. While she was the hottest, most popular girl in her pond she was now swimming in an ocean. Aspen learned the hard way that the professors say dozens, sometimes hundreds of women like her a year and she wasn't anything special. If she expected to get a passing grade, she was going to have to work for it.

Due to her unwillingness to put much effort into her grades in high school, her parents were very reluctant to foot the bill. Her grandparents came up with a compromise. They suggested Aspen take out a student loan to pay for one-third of her tuition, with the promise that she needed to get herself a degree. In exchange, her parents and grandparents would foot the other two-thirds. If she didn't graduate with a bachelor's degree then she would owe both sets of parents as well as the student loan.

It was a gamble, but as Aspen didn't want to start working immediately out of high school she didn't have many options. Because she came from an upper-middle class family her parents were able to help her secure the loan she needed. She didn't take college very seriously during the first half of her first semester until her father called her and informed her that she was on academic probation. If she didn't get her act together the school was going to kick her out.

Not wanting to be on the hook for the tuition, and truthfully, she didn't want to disappoint her grandparents, Aspen stopped her partying and plans to pledge the popular sorority on campus and buckled down. By the time she finished her semester finals, she had gotten herself off of academic probation and was close to a solid B average. Aspen completed 4 years of college and graduated with a bachelor's degree in Theater Arts. Her family was extremely happy (and in her father's case surprised) that Aspen completed college and as a graduation gift sent the young beauty on a 10-day Caribbean Cruise as a gift. Aspen had an amazing time and it was there that she met Enzo, who would officially become her boyfriend.

Her gift from her father was the promise of paying for her first and last month's rent and the security deposit on her first apartment. Aspen was excited at the prospect of being on her own and quickly found a nice studio apartment in town. She had a nice car, a gift from her family when she turned 16. Of course, while her initial expenses were all covered, she had to find a job post haste. She quickly discovered that despite her degree, skill, charm, and beauty, there were just as many young girls with all her qualifications (sometimes more) looking for theater jobs.

After searching for almost two weeks, Aspen was hired for three part-time jobs. She managed to stay in things long enough to cover her first official month's rent. It was only after she quit her delivery and rideshare jobs that she managed to land a waitressing job at a high-end restaurant known for good tips if the servers performed admirably. One of her old high school friends that she was in contact with had pointed her in the direction of the job. She was now three months into the job and while it wasn't her dream career, the pay was good, and the tips were fantastic.

As she drove from the restaurant Aspen took in the aroma of the food and her stomach began to growl. She turned down the side street on her way to the bank when she saw orange cones and tape blocking the drive-in area for the tellers. Sighing in frustration, Aspen pulls out her cell phone, takes a photo of the bank, and then a minute of video footage to show her boss the following day as to why she had to delay the deposit until she returned the following day. Even if the drive-thru was closed she could always go in beforehand and deposit it in person. Aspen thought about heading back to the restaurant to hand the money back but knew more than likely that closed up by now. So, she just placed the money in her purse and made her way home.

Aspen walked in at 10 to 10, put the food down on the table, made her way to her bed, and stripped out of her work uniform. She lay it carefully on her bed before putting it on her dresser as she would be wearing the skirt and blazer the following day. She would simply need to change her lingerie and blouse.

Enzo showed up at her door at exactly 10 PM. As Aspen had sent him a text from the car, he knew that dinner was waiting for him. Enzo was a mechanic at his Uncle Richie's garage. Enzo was an Italian heartthrob if ever Aspen saw one. He was not only drop-dead handsome, with a body the result of a stringent three-day-a-week workout, but he was also incredible in bed.

Truthfully, if it weren't for his looks, bedroom skills, and their busy schedules Aspen would have dumped him ages ago as they had very little else in common. Fortunately, he was able to keep their conversations to a minimum and get her into bed quickly so that Aspen overlooked the 29-year-old's faults. However, even his bedroom skills were starting to lose their magic, and their dates had fallen into a predictable pattern. Just like most nights where time was an issue, they had dinner, Enzo politely helped her clean the dishes, and then immediately pounced on her like a predator attacking a gazelle. He knew all her sensitive spots and how to get her weak in the knees. As she was tired from her long work shift it didn't take much for Enzo to wear her out. Sleep soon overcame her and she went to bed happy.

It was several hours into the next day when Aspen woke up. She sat up, yawned, and looking around her bedroom, saw that she was unsurprisingly all alone in the apartment. More often than not, he would leave for God knows where after they, sometimes he, was done. Honestly, Aspen was hard-pressed to think of a single time that Enzo had spent the night. Aspen rubbed her eyes then slipped naked from her bed and made her way to her bathroom to wash up. She always started the day with a shower as she hated smelling like sex on a workday.

Once she was finished bathing and drying off she took a moment to look herself over in her bathroom mirror. With her busy schedule, she was never lackadaisical. Her body was still as fit and trim as it was during her cheerleading days. While she partied occasionally in college, she never indulged in beer that much so her figure remained the same 32-23-34 as it had for the last four years.

There was some debate between guys as to what was her best feature. Aspen's natural 32-inch C-cup breasts were spectacular on her 5-foot 4-inch frame. If she was walking toward a man, they were more than enough to catch their attention and firm enough that she could go bra-less when she chose to. On the flip side, her bubbly butt was quite ample to draw a man's gaze when she walked away from them. Many a guy has chased her down asking for her telephone number after just seeing her ass.

Aspen was a natural blonde beauty with long straight hair that traveled down to below her breasts in the front and past her shoulder blades in the back. When she was in high school, she would only trim her blonde pubic hair so it wasn't poking out of her panties or bikini. When she got into college, she learned most of the girls either shaved it down to landing strips, patches, or various triangle shapes. Rather than maintaining anything Aspen decided to just shave it bare. On the few times that Enzo went down on her, he greatly appreciated this. Because she was still thin and trim, Aspen knew that she could still easily fit into her old cheerleading uniform as she had worn it to a Halloween party last year.

Once she was clean and refreshed, she exited the bathroom and with a towel around her hair and midsection, made her way back to her bed. As she crossed the room she saw something out of place that caused her to pause. Aspen noticed that her purse wasn't sitting on the dresser by her uniform. She always put them together so once she was dressed she could grab it and go. While every once and a while she doesn't do this, she clearly remembered leaving it there last night before setting out for their dinner.

Aspen immediately rushed over to the table where her purse was not sitting and checked its contents. Concern quickly turned to panic as her wallet was empty, and the envelope with the restaurant's bank deposit was missing. Pulling her cell phone from the bag, she frantically dialed Enzo's number, only to have it go to voice mail. She tried calling him over and over for fifteen minutes before she finally sent his phone an alert in frustration.

Aspen's phone rang fifteen minutes later. "Hello?" Aspen answered.

"Aspen, hi this is Uncle Richie. Sorry I didn't hear the phone before, it's very loud in the shop and I left the phone in the office." the kind older gentleman informs her.

"Hi, Uncle Richie, sorry to bother you but is Enzo around?"

"No, not today. It's his day off. He said he was going to the track with the guys. They had a lead on a sure thing... or so they said."

Aspen dropped her phone onto the table and plopped down into the chair. "He wouldn't... he didn't?"

"Aspen... is everything all right?"

"Richie... if you see Enzo, tell him to call me immediately!"

"Ok, Aspen. Are you sure you're all right?"

"No. But I won't be all right until I hear from Enzo." An hour passed, and then two, and still no call from Enzo. With every minute that passed by she got that much closer to her work shift. Her normally creamy complexion was now almost ghostly pale at the thought of having to try and explain to Carl what had happened to the restaurant's money.

Finally, just before her work shift, her telephone rang. Looking at the number she saw it was Enzo. "Enzo?" Aspen calmly says into the phone.

"Yeah, babe. My uncle said you called."

"Enzo... Where the fuck have you been?" the furious blonde yells into the phone. "Where the hell is the money that was in my purse?"

"Calm down, baby," Enzo said as he turned on the charm that had served him so well over the last few months.

"It's not that big a deal, I'm just borrowing, that's all."

"Borrowing it?" Aspen asked in disbelief. "You borrowed money that didn't belong to you Enzo! Please... tell me you didn't take it to the track!"

"I guess my uncle already told you. My guys texted me that they had a line on a horse, and that was a sure thing. The odds were 10 to 1. A sure thing babe, I just had to get in on it but didn't have the cash on hand." Enzo says with a noticeable lack of concern in his tone.

"I knew you always had cash handy for a rainy day so I just helped myself, I knew you wouldn't mind."

"You thought I wouldn't mind if you went into my purse and took money out of it without asking me?" Aspen asked in disbelief.

"Sure, we're a couple, and that's what couples do right?" he replied, causing Aspen to think that they obviously had different views of what their relationship entitled them to.

"No Enzo. Couples ask each other if it's all right. But more importantly, there was a deposit envelope in my bag..." she started to say.

"Yeah, I was surprised about that," Enzo said. "I didn't think you had that kind of money handy."

"I don't Enzo. If you had looked at the deposit slip you would have seen that is the restaurant's money! I was supposed to deposit it but the night deposit at the bank was under construction. I have to deposit the money on my way to work... like NOW! Where is it?" Aspen further asked, deciding that was the important thing and she could deal with the rest of it all later.

It was only then that Enzo's confident tone seemed to fade. "I'm afraid I ran into a little, unexpected problem," he said after a long pause.

"What do you mean, a little problem?" Jessie asked, certain that she wasn't going to like the answer.

"I sort of lost it," he says nonchalantly.

"You did what?" Aspen thundered.

"The horse was in the lead and then fell short of the finish line."

"Are you telling me," Aspen said in a slow and deliberate tone, still unable to believe what was happening, "that you took money, that in no way belonged to you, and you lost it betting on a horse?"

"That's about it," Enzo said in a way that she knew he was shrugging on the other end of the line.

"There was five thousand dollars in that envelope," Aspen said, more to herself than to Enzo. "Please tell me you weren't stupid enough to bet the entire five thousand."

"I wish I could. At 10 to 1, I stood to make 50 G's. I would have had your money and 10 times more."

Aspen's head hit the table, and she began openly crying into the phone which was resting on the table so she didn't drop it again.

"Look, babe, I'll make it up to you," he said, again trying to turn on the charm. "I just need a few weeks."

"Weeks... Enzo, that money needs to be deposited now!" Aspen hysterically yells into the phone.

"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that?" Enzo said, trying to claim some measure of innocence.

"You didn't have to know it," Aspen said. "You knew that it wasn't yours and you knew that I never carry that much on me as well." Aspen took another long deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Trying to decide how best to handle this, she only came up with one option. "Enzo, I need you to meet me at the restaurant." Aspen calmly states into the phone.

"What for?"

"I need you to talk to Mr. Marino and explain what you did." Aspen might have been guilty of poor judgment in trusting her boyfriend, but what happened to the money was not her fault. All Enzo had to do was explain that he would pay it all back and that would be that.

"No fuckin' way, babe," Enzo unexpectedly announced. She heard his tone becoming highly defensive. "What if your boss calls the cops? I can't take that chance."

"I'm sure he wouldn't do that," Aspen said, "Mr. Marino is very understanding, and if you just tell him..."

"Uh-huh... He might be understanding with you, but the Marinos are not so much with me. That and people act differently when money is involved," Enzo said, the irony in his words lost on himself.

Aspen just shook her head, unable to follow his twisted logic. As if it was somehow her fault that he took and lost the money.

"Listen, babe, my uncle is calling. I have to get to work. We'll talk more in a few days."

Before Aspen could utter another word the call ended. She tries calling him back, but the phone immediately goes to voice mail. She tries calling him six more times but each time the same thing happens.

"I am sooo screwed," Aspen says aloud in despair.

~ 2: Alex ~

In a daze, Aspen got herself ready for work, all the while trying to come up with both a plan and an explanation for her boss. Even if she emptied her checking and savings account, she would still be about twenty-five hundred dollars short of what was missing. While she was more than willing to do that the problem would be that she would be short on her rent and other bills for the month. While she was getting ready Aspen had run down her list of friends who might be willing to help her, but none of them were likely to have that kind of money to spare. Aspen thought about asking her parents for the money, but her father had warned her about Enzo in the past. The thought of having to explain just what had happened... no her father would never let her live down this kind of lapse in judgment.

Aspen looked at herself in the mirror. She had applied makeup as her face was quite pale and needed a touch-up. She was wearing her black pencil-length skirt and ruffled white blouse that all the hostesses at Marino's wore. It was time to face the music, she thought, hoping it wouldn't be a funeral dirge. Uncharacteristically, Aspen was fifteen minutes early for her shift. Aspen's mind was so preoccupied with her dilemma that she barely heard any of the good mornings from her co-workers as she went to clock in. Once she was signed in, she quickly looked around for the one person she knew she could count on to tell her what she should do.

"Hey, Aspen." Emma Mitchell called out from behind her. The beautiful brunette had just exited the women's restroom and was straightening up her uniform as she prepared to clock in. Aspen and Emma have been her friends since junior high school and had been the friends who suggested she apply for the job at Marino's. Grabbing Emma's arm, Aspen pulls Emma back into the ladies' room for a quick conference.

"Easy Aspen," Emma said as they came to a stop, "We have a long day ahead and I'm going to need both my arms." The good-natured Emma watched as Aspen's face went from bothered to downright devastated. "Aspen honey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I fucked up Emma... I fucked up big time!" Aspen stated on the verge of tears.

"Wow... you must have. I can't remember the last time you openly swore." Emma tells her friend to try to lighten the mood.

Emma listened as Aspen told her story, not saying a word until her long-time friend was finished with every last detail. Her first words, however, were not what the troubled blonde needed to hear.

"I hate to say this Aspen," Emma said, "but I told you Enzo was no good."

"I know... you and my dad."

"Exactly! How many times did I tell you that no matter how good a fuck he was, you couldn't trust that guy."

"Yes, you were right. He used me and more than likely has been stealing from me for some time... but that doesn't matter now," Aspen countered. "What am I going to do?"

"Well, I'm sure you've run through your options but let's see... Do you think you could borrow any money from anyone? Friends, parents maybe?"

"No, I already thought of that," Aspen quickly replied.

"Then the only thing I can think of is just tell Mr. Marino the truth and hope he'll let you pay back the money," Emma said.

"You've worked here a lot longer than I have," Aspen said. "How do you think he'll react?"

"Carl is one of the nicest most understanding men that I have ever known. I know and can vouch for you if you need me to that you are no thief."

"That was pretty much my plan." Just then Aspen saw something in Emma's eyes that caused her worry. As if there was something she didn't want to say.

"I... I just remembered something that happened a year before you were hired," Emma answered.

Aspen listened, her expression changing to one of even greater concern as Emma related how a hostess was once found to be taking money from the register. It was never much, a ten here, twenty there. By the time she was found out the amount only added up to a few hundred dollars. However, Mr. Marino was furious that she had broken his trust and stolen from him. Not only was the girl fired, but he called the police and had her arrested during the dinner rush. It was a giant spectacle, both for the guests and for the staff so they knew the price of stealing from him.

"Oh hell!" Aspen exclaimed.

"That girl was a thief, you are not. I know you are worried, but I guess your fate is in god... and Carl's hands." Emma quickly stated.

"I am so screwed," Aspen lamented, no longer seeing much of a difference in that fact.

Long moments passed as Emma tried to think of what else she could suggest to her friend. Finally, a course of action occurred to her—a desperate one, but the only one she could come up with.

"Do you want to know what I'd do if I were you?" Emma asked her friend.

"Please..."

"I'd go into his office and tell him exactly what happened regarding the money. Be 100 percent honest," she began, then took a deep breath and dived in. "Then I'd tell him that I would pay back every penny, giving him as much upfront right now to show my good faith."

Aspen found herself nodding her head in agreement. "Then, and again, this is what I would do, I'd offer him something a little bit extra."

"You mean like interest on the money?" Aspen inquired.

"No Aspen," Emma said, pausing another long heartbeat before continuing, "if I were in your shoes, potentially facing a ride to jail, I would at the very least be offering to give that kind old gentleman the blowjob of his life!"

"What?" Aspen said in utter disbelief.

"Oh, don't give me that," Emma shot back. "We've known each other too long not to admit we've both done worse."

Aspen had to admit that yes, she had more than once given a guy head for a much poorer reason. She just wasn't into older men. Carl was in decent shape for a man in his sixties. He was single, his wife having passed away a few years before Aspen started working at the restaurant, terminal breast cancer. Honestly, if she were to do it for any older man, she could easily see herself doing it for Carl.

"You're right... and Carl is still nice-looking."

"Exactly. So, throw yourself on your sword, and be willing to do just about whatever you need to so that he doesn't call the cops on you." Emma said, noting the look on her friend's face.

Aspen took another few moments to think about what Emma had suggested. "Do you think he'd go for something like that?" she heard herself ask Emma.

"Am I 100 percent sure he'll go for it? No, of course not." Emma replied, "However, you are a beautiful young woman, he is still a man, and I have seen how he occasionally looks at you."

"So, I might have a chance."

"My final bit of advice... tighten your bra, unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse, and look pathetic. Do that and you might have a chance." Emma pointed out.

"Not much at this point," Aspen admits.

The girls hugged one another and then went about their work. Aspen did her best to make sure all of her customers were happy and well cared for. She hoped that they would be good tippers so she could add that money to the 1000 dollars she had in her purse that she had withdrawn from the bank. As the lunchtime crowd began to thin out, Aspen glanced back at the door leading to Mr. Marino's office. She hadn't seen the owner so far today but knew he had to be in as he was always around.

When Vanessa, one of the evening shift girls arrived the assistant manager told her she could go on break. Aspen thanked her, went directly to the women's restroom, and undid her blouse. It must have been fate that she had selected her front clasp bra today. Unbuttoning her blouse, she unfastens the clasps and then re-fastens them at their tightest settings, pushing her breasts up and together. Wither her 32-inch tits now front and center, she rebuttons her blouse, leaving her upper cleavage prominently on display.

With Emma's words of advice ringing in her head and the thought of being escorted out in handcuffs at the forefront of her mind, Aspen went one step further and taking off her shoes, slipped her panties off and tosses them in her purse. She was willing to do absolutely anything not to have to pay for Enzo's crime... anything. Summoning her courage, Aspen let out a deep breath, exited the washroom, and headed toward her boss's office. Having already checked her appearance in the washroom, she knocked on the door and waited for a response. It seemed like forever, but eventually, she heard a muffled voice tell her to enter. Aspen's sweaty hand shook as she gripped the doorknob and entered the room. Once inside, Aspen closed the door and locked it behind her so that she could plead her case uninterrupted.

The boss's chair was turned away from her but it was moving back and forth a bit, so she knew someone was in it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Marino, do you mind if I speak to you for a moment?" Aspen nervously requested.

There was no response, nor reaction to her question at first. She heard a click from a cell phone and then the large plush office chair slowly swung around revealing its occupant. Aspen let out a small gasp of surprise when her eyes fell upon the last person she was expecting to see in it.

"Hello, Ms. Matthews. I'm sure Carl would have gladly made plenty of time for you" the woman in the chair said with a smile, "if he was here, that is."

Aspen of course recognized the woman behind the desk when she saw her. Everyone on the staff had been called in when Carl Marino announced earlier in the year that he had decided to take on a business partner, the lovely (and younger) Alexandra Russo. Alexandra was of Italian descent, just like Carl, and came from old money. She had a degree in Culinary Arts, Business Administration, and Hospitality Management, a very smart woman for sure. In addition to being smart, she was a very striking woman.

She was taller than Aspen's 5 feet 4 inches in flats by almost a head. She was very slender, probably worked out religiously, with long Auburn hair down past her shoulders and very striking blue eyes. Her skin was a lovely natural tan, never needing to go to a tanning bed or work hard at the beach to get this kind of complexion. While she doubts that Alexandra has been under the knife, it would take a small fortune for a surgeon to create a work of art like Alexandra.

Once the shock of seeing the older woman behind the desk wears off, Aspen quickly tries to figure out what is going on. After all, it was quite a surprise to find Alexandra here. As only a one-third partner, she only stopped by the restaurant once or twice a month to check in with Carl to see how things were and check on her investment. Alexandra had made her second monthly visit only one week ago.

"I can tell you're surprised to see me."

"Yes, sorry."

"It's quite all right. Normally I wouldn't be here but one of Carl's dear cousins fell ill and he asked me to cover for him until he returned."

"Ohhh... that's awful. I hope they're all right."

"Carl told me he'd keep in touch so I could arrange my schedule around his time away. Anyways, Is there something I can help you with Ms. Matthews?"

"Nooo..." Aspen quickly said. "I just wanted to talk to him about something, that's all."

"Good to hear," Alex said in reply, "Marino's is a great restaurant that Carl runs efficiently with a great staff."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to pass that around." Aspen states.

"Are you sure I can't help you with something? You look a bit troubled."

Wow... she's very observant too... Aspen thinks to herself. "No, it can wait until Carl gets back,"

Aspen turns and quickly turns and gets ready to leave. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the thought that she'd just been granted a potential reprieve. While she would never wish ill will on Carl's cousin, Aspen hoped that Carl would be gone just long enough for her to cobble together the money she needed to deposit to save her ass. Aspen had only taken two steps to the door when Alex unexpectedly called out her name. Hesitantly, she turned back around.

"Ms. Matthews, Carl mentioned before he left that he didn't have a chance to drop the week's receipts off at the bank and that he had asked you to do so on your way home last night. Do you happen to have the deposit receipt on you?"

Aspen paused as she tried to come up with an explanation. Not wanting to anger the boss's partner, she decided to go with honesty.

"I didn't get to make the deposit," she said hesitantly. "The drop-off was under construction." Pulling out her cell phone, she shows the woman the video clip of the bank in question.

"I had heard from my banking friends that First National was going to start upgrading their teller lanes to automatic teller machines. Of course, the branch on your way home would be one of the first to get an upgrade. No worries, I'm sure you took it on your way here this morning so just get me the receipt when you have a moment so I can make it off in the books and file the slip away."

Seeing no way around the matter and not wanting to draw this out any longer Aspen requested permission to have a seat. Alexandra raised her eyebrow sensing something was wrong. Putting down the papers in her hand, she gave the lovely blonde girl her full attention. "Why don't you have a seat and start from the beginning?"

Aspen sat herself down in the empty chair in front of the desk and, hoping for the best, let out the breath she was holding and told the woman the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but.

"I see," Alexandra states once the young girl, tears starting to fall, finished her story.

"So... let me start by saying I believe you," Alexandra states in a reassuring tone.

"You... you do?" Aspen says looking up with tear streaks on her face.

"Yes. It takes a brave person to come into the Lion's Den," motioning around the room, "with the news that she lost five thousand dollars of her boss's money. Anyone else would have likely never come back."

Alex stood up from behind the desk, pulled her chair around, and sat down beside Aspen. Silence filled the room as she took the younger girl's hands and waited to see if she had anything further to say on the matter. When nothing else was said, Alexendra continued. "I guess the question we have to consider now is what I'm going to do about the missing money."

"I understand. As I said, I have one thousand dollars plus my current tips. I'm willing to hand over what I have and what I earn until every last penny is paid off... if you don't fire me or have me arrested." Aspen reiterated.

"Yes, very admirable," Alex said, "Knowing Carl as I do I'm sure he would be equally as understanding about your situation and how honest and earnest you are with wanting to make amends for losing the money."

Aspen wasn't sure if Alexandra was going to go to let her work off the debt or not at this point. So far, she hasn't called the police so that was a good sign. She found herself holding her breath in anticipation of what Alex was going to say next.

"Ms. Matthews..."

"Aspen." The young girl states.

"Pardon?"

"My first name... it's Aspen."

"Aspen. Very pretty. Here is the situation as it stands. 5000 dollars needs to be deposited into the bank today." Aspen felt the color drain from her face again. "As Carl will be gone a few days at least, I don't think he needs to know about your lapse in judgment where your so-called boyfriend is concerned." Aspen saw a glimmer of hope in that statement.

"Thank you. But what will we do about the missing money?" "For now, I will transfer 5000 dollars from my account to the restaurant's so there are no discrepancies in the books when Carl looks them over when he returns."

"Rah... really?"

"Yes. I pride myself on being able to read people and I trust that you've told me the truth. As such I have faith that no matter what happens with your so-called boyfriend, you will make good on the money."

"Definitely," Aspen assures the lovely Italian woman.

"Good. I have a few ideas on where we go from here to resolve this. For now, hold on to your money. For now, you can consider the 5000 dollars a loan from me."

"No problem. I... I can't thank you enough for believing me and not thinking the worst of me."

"Aspen, despite what some people might say, I am not some hard-ass, uncaring, nazi dyke."

The statement took Aspen aback. She had heard a few of the guys and some of the girls call her that when they had less than pleasant encounters with Alexandra. "Anyone that would say that doesn't know the real you," Aspen assures her.

"Thank you. If you don't mind my asking... besides being honest and willing to give Carl a thousand dollars plus whatever tips you made today, what else were you willing to do to placate him?"

Aspen blushed and mumbled under their voice about the blow job.

Alexandra chuckled. "Smart girl. Carl probably would have passed out if 'You' offered to do that for him."

"Really?"

"Aspen, you are easily one of the most beautiful young women working here. Carl hasn't been laid in years and if you offered yourself to him... in any fashion, he would probably do so and then die from euphoria."

"I would hope not."

"Me either." Ms Russo paused momentarily before continuing, "You know, with the length you were now admittedly willing to go to resolve the situation," Alex said, her tone reflecting an even stronger touch of curiosity than before, "I'm curious if after you realized that the players in this little drama had changed if you ever entertained the notion of making the same offer to me?"

Alex's question caused the look on Aspen's face to turn from disappointment to confusion, a change that made the older woman realize that she had asked her question under a false assumption.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed that you knew... if for no other reason than my previous statement." Alex offered.

"Oh... you mean..."

"Yeah... I've been called "that nazi dyke" so many times over the years that it never occurred to me that the staff here didn't know."

Until this moment Aspen was struggling to remember if she had heard any of her co-workers say that about the woman. She might have recalled one girl making the off comment but that could have been about any woman.

"Not very flattering description I'll admit," Alex grinned, "but technically accurate."

"I can't say I've ever seen you saluting the Swastika." Aspen found herself saying. This made Alexandra laugh.

"I think you know which part is accurate."

"So... you're a..." Aspen started to say.

"Lesbian? Yes." Alexandra admitted proudly.

"So... you want me to..." Aspen says blushing nervously. While she never even kissed a girl, if it was a matter of going down on her boss's partner or going to jail... she was more than willing to get down on her knees and suck on this gorgeous woman's cunt right here, right now. Alex let her consider the implication for a bit and then laughed.

"No, Aspen. I just wanted to see the look on her face." The older woman stated then chuckled some more. "I guess I was just a bit curious as to what your reaction to the question might have been."

"If it meant the difference between keeping my job or going to jail, I would have been more than willing to go muff diving on you," Aspen informed Alexandra.

"I'll file that away for future reference," Alexendra says with a smirk.

For the briefest of moments, Aspen was uncertain whether she should've felt relieved or disappointed. She had never had any real curiosity about other women before, but in the few seconds that Alex's question had been out there, it had made her wonder.

During that same short interlude, Alexandra was taken aback by Aspen's response to her statement. She was being quite truthful when she told Aspen that she was the most beautiful young woman on the restaurant's staff. The minor partner knew from comments by other employees that she was currently in a relationship with an unsavory individual as was apparent by what happened with the restaurant's money.

While she had never coerced anyone into sex before, now... knowing how close she had been to having this young goddess eating her pussy, she almost wished that she was that kind of woman. Right now she could easily envision Aspen down on her knees, head buried between her legs. God... she was getting wet.

"Ok, why don't you go get a bite to eat then get back to work? You have a loan to pay back." Alexandra says.

"Right. Thank you," Aspen replied, an intense sense of relief washing over her as she realized that this all might just work out after all. "Thank you so very much."

Aspen got up from her seat and started to make her way to the door when Alexandra's cell phone rang. The ringtone was the song I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry. Alexandra excused herself, rolled the chair to the desk, and picked it up to answer it. Not certain if Alex was done with her, Aspen waited just to be sure.

"Hello, Tanya." The beautiful Italian woman greets the person on the other side of the line. "What's that? Oh no, that's terrible," Aspen heard Alexandra say in response to something she had just been told by whoever it was on the other end of the phone conversation.

Alexandra sighs as the person continues to talk. "I understand Tanya. No... I don't know what I'm going to do. Thank you... Don't worry about me Tanya, just take it easy and I'll talk to you when I get back from my trip. Goodbye."

Alexandra hung up the cell phone and put the phone down and her head dropped on the desk. She let her head hit the desktop a few times, completely forgetting that Aspen was still in the room. "Arrrrrg..." Alexandra groaned aloud.

With the older woman's head still on the desk, Aspen cleared her throat reminding Alexandra that she was still here.

"Something wrong Ms. Russo?" Aspen said.

"Yes. Sorry, you had to witness that." Alexandra says, finally looking up from the desk. Seeing no reason not to explain since Aspen overheard her ordeal. "I am supposed to attend a wedding this weekend. The wedding is for one of my ex-girlfriends that I am on good terms with."

"Wow... that... isn't that kind of awkward?" Aspen asks.

"Very. But I want to be the bigger person so I agreed to attend."

"So where is the wedding being held?"

"She's getting married in a posh banquet hall located in Salem, New York this weekend. Tanya Burton was my plus one. Unfortunately, she took a tumble earlier today and broke her ankle. She'll be okay but she'll have to stay off her foot for a while."

"Oh, that's awful," Aspen said in sympathy. "I hope your girlfriend has a speedy recovery."

"Oh... she's not my girlfriend, she's just an old school friend that I see from time to time."

"Oh, sorry. Bad assumption." Aspen said, not knowing what else to say.

"Thanks," Alex said, disappointment evident in her tone.

"With the wedding on Saturday, I don't know who I can ask to come with me who won't already have plans?"

"I take it you don't want to go alone?" Aspen asks her but knows the answer. She has been to a few weddings involving some of her exes. You never want to go single to an event like that.

"No. Maybe if I was just a friend of the bride I could do it. As her ex... absolutely not." Alexandra groans. "This is just great. "I've already paid for my hotel suite; my bags are all packed and now I will have to make the trip to Salem alone... I'm cursed." Alexandra declares.

Aspen felt horrible for the older woman. After everything she has done for her Aspen wished... and then it came to her. Without thinking of the possible implications, she asks her boss, "Ms Russo, do you mind if I go ask a friend a question? I may have a solution to your problem."

Alexandra was baffled by the request but told Aspen to go attend to whatever she needed. 15 minutes later the Italian woman heard another knock at her door.

"Enter."

Aspen opened the door and slipped in again. She made sure the door was closed behind her and making her way back to the desk with a smile, said, "Ms. Russo, would you allow me the honor of escorting you to your friend's wedding?"

Alexandra was shocked by the formal request. Her response was a sputtered, "Really?"

"Yes. You are helping me out with my situation, the least I could do is help you out when you need it in return." Aspen states.

"But you're scheduled to work all weekend."

"I talked to Jasmine. She normally has the weekends off but in exchange for covering my shift I promised to swap two days for every one that she covers for me."

"Well let me think... take a beautiful young woman to my ex's wedding or go alone... hmmmmm I might have to sleep on it."

"Well, I guess I'll tell Jasmine's the deal's off." Aspen smiles and turns around but before she can take a single step finds she is engulfed in Alexandra's warm embrace. "Thank you so much, Aspen."

Aspen hugs the older woman back and says, "Thank you as well. I've never been to Salem before, so it might be fun." Alex gave Aspen all the details of their trip and as Aspen would need to get ready insisted that the young blonde takes the rest of the day off (with pay).

"Since I am your 'date' how would you like me to dress for the rehearsal dinner and wedding?" Aspen asks.

"Hmmmm... she is my ex so something... very sexy. So sexy that she'll be green with envy."

Aspen grinned. "I can work with that." Aspen gleefully ran to the time clock and collecting her timecard, brought it to the owner so that she could enter the time and sign off on her day so she was paid appropriately. Before leaving to go get ready for her date, the young girl sought out Emma and told her that she wasn't fired but would be out all weekend. She asked her to call her when she was finished with her shift, and she would give her all the details. Emma saw that her friend was much calmer than before, gave her a quick hug wished her the best before getting back to work.

Alex waited until the door closed behind the beautiful hostess before reaching for her phone again. One doesn't forget a name like Enzo Conti. She was familiar with the Conti family, especially Uncle Richie, the uncle of Aspen's boyfriend. She didn't need to pull up her contacts, she clicked on the keypad and dialed the number from memory. Once the connection had been made to the man's personal cell phone, she was greeted by the kind older man. The conversation was brief, but what she wanted done didn't take long to explain and with the number of favors owed her by the mechanic, Alex had no doubt it would be done as requested.

Hanging up the phone, Alex leaned back in Carl's tall leather chair and smiled in satisfaction. If there was one thing she hated, it was a thief, and it satisfied her to know that this one wasn't going to get away with thinking he could steal 5000 dollars that didn't belong to him and leaving a lovely young woman like Aspen to suffer for his lack of judgment.

~Part 2: The Date~

Salem Center was three and a half hours north of the city, which was one of the things Aspen had considered when agreeing to go to the wedding. The chance of her running into anyone she knew was so slim. If she did run into anyone at the wedding, well, it was a lesbian wedding, right? The ceremony wasn't scheduled until Saturday afternoon, but to have plenty of time to drive upstate and check into their hotel beforehand, Alex had told Aspen that she would pick her up at 11:15 in the morning so they would arrive by 4 PM and the rehearsal dinner was at 5 PM.

The plan was for them to have a nice time and meet the brides, take part in the rehearsal dinner, take in some sights before they got ready for the wedding ceremony, and then attend the reception. Some girls in her position might have second-guessed their decision about being the plus one at a lesbian wedding. Aspen was very curious about the differences between a normal (straight) wedding and a lesbian ceremony.

Of course, luck was against them and traffic was a bit heavier than expected. As such the two women arrived at their hotel at 4:40 PM. Alexandra checked the pair in and Aspen discovered that the room only had one bed but fortunately, it was King-Sized so there would be plenty of room for both to sleep. She wasn't surprised per se as Alexandra had originally booked the room for herself and her 'friend'.

"I wish we had time to take a nap before the reception," Aspen tells her companion.

"I wish. But dinner is in a short time. We go, eat, say hello to the wedding party, and then we can come back and go to bed until tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan."

The pair had worn slacks and light blouses for their trip from the city to Salem. As this was a rehearsal dinner they needed to look, as Alexandra put it, fabulous. As they didn't have time to shower, they laid out their garment bags and began getting ready for the reception. Both women were racing around their room in sexy lingerie laying out their ensembles. Before getting dressed, the pair made their way to the bathroom. They quickly go about putting on makeup and putting up their hair before returning to their wardrobe and putting on their evening dresses. The dresses were not as spectacular as what they would be wearing the following day, but quite striking.

Ironically the two women have similar tastes. They both selected strappy back strapless evening dresses. While that sounds like an oxymoron, it means there are no shoulder straps but has straps on the open back. The design of the dresses was very sleek and sassy. The dress was designed to show off a woman's curves from the neckline to the floor. The bodice has horizontal cuts on the front, with the hip-hugging skirt slit high down the left side with a small train that follows behind the wearer.

Alexandra had selected a Forest Green dress from the numerous colors. In contrast, Aspen had selected a Cherry Red dress. For tonight, Aspen decided not to do anything special with her hair. She simply let it fall loose around her back and shoulders. Alexandra decided to have her companion put her hair in a high bun while leaving her bangs free to frame her beautiful face. Once they were dressed and ready the couple took a deep breath.

"Ohhh... one more thing Aspen."

"Yes?" The younger woman asks.

"Please call me Alex. Anyone here that knows me will call me that and if you don't they will know something is up."

"No problem. Alex, it is."

"Do you mind if I do one thing to help break the ice?"

"No. Go ahead."

Alex leans in, slips her arms around Aspen's waist, and gives her a soft close-mouth kiss. Aspen's eyes go wide but she does nothing, she simply puts her hands on the older woman's hips. Alex does nothing more than leave her lips pressed against Aspen's and then pulls back.

"Now that that's out of the way, you'll know what to expect if we have to 'pretend' for my friends."

"Well then..." Aspen says after catching her breath, "Shall we go dearest?"

Alex holds out her left arm and Aspen slips her arm in and the two make their way to the rehearsal dinne

~*~

Aspen sat at one of the four-person tables while her 'date' slowly made the rounds, saying hello to the people she knew. As she did so, Aspen thought about the ride here with Alex. Much to her surprise, their conversation had been very enjoyable, something she hadn't expected, given the difference in their ages, lifestyles, and social circles.

To the best of her knowledge, Aspen had never even had a conversation with a lesbian before. There were times in school when she and some of her friends had suspicions about a few girls but didn't dare voice them should they be wrong. That would destroy the girl's reputation in school and then how would the girls live that down? In her ignorance, the 22-year-old had subscribed to the false notion that all lesbians dressed up like men, shaved their heads, had tattoos all over their bodies, and hated men with a fiery passion. Throughout their road chat, she learned that while some lesbians did fall into those categories, it was hardly the norm and was not so in Alex's case. The 33-year-old Italian woman was very close to her male family members and had many male friends. She just had no sexual attraction to men, nor the desire to ever have sex with one, it was as simple as that.

Listening to her story as they drove, Aspen began to admire the older woman and everything she had accomplished in her life. While Alex's family had money they were determined that their daughter would come up earning everything, not being gifted it. Alex went to public schools, worked summer jobs in high school, and earned a scholarship to attend college. After the then young Italian woman earned her bachelor's degree in business administration and began putting it to use that they gladly financed her continued education. Alex She built up her savings by working hard and eventually began investing her money in various businesses. Some worked out, some did not. Fortunately, she was very pleased when the chance to invest in Marino's when that opportunity arose.

Aspen told Alex everything worth noting about herself, which wasn't a whole lot. Alex wasn't surprised to learn that Aspen had once been her school's head cheerleader. With that knowledge, Alex had images in her mind of the younger woman moving, dancing, and flipping on a football field or basketball court. Aspen's description of many of her lackluster relationships, particularly her current one, was what she expected. This baffled Aspen who was surprised to discover that being in a relationship with another woman held many of the same problems that she'd discovered with men. Alex had been quite forthcoming in answering some of the younger woman's questions, a lot more so than most friends her age usually was.

At 7:30 PM, after dinner and drinks, Alex called Aspen over. As soon as she was close enough Alex slips her arm around the younger woman's waist, her hand grasping her left hip and ass cheek. Somehow Aspen managed not to blush but knowing what needed to come next, turned, tilted her head back, and awaited the kiss that was soon pressing against her lips. Aspen lets out a soft appreciative moan and then just as soon as the kiss begins it ends. Aspen's eyes flutter open and come back into focus on the two women before her.

"Sweetie, these are the lovely soon-to-be brides. Rebecca Montes and my dear friend, Erica Nichols."

"Ohhhh, you're Erica..." Aspen states.

While Alex has never told her specifically which of the women was her ex, but judging by the way she was introduced her ex was Erica.

Aspen decides to play this up to the best of her ability, one of the finer points of being a theater major. Aspen turned up her charm and pretended to be the best girlfriend that Alex had ever been. By the time the pair returned to their room an hour later, Alex was laughing hysterically at how Erica Nicols turned into a green-eyed monster of envy.

"I hope I didn't overdo it," Aspen tells the older woman.

"Oh sweetie, an Academy Award-winning actress couldn't have done a better job turning the blushing bride into a green-eyed monster of jealousy. Every time you touched my arm, hugged me, kissed my cheek... oh she was envious of you like no woman I've ever seen."

"Mission accomplished then." Aspen proudly declares.

"Mmmm... I'm exhausted, how about you?"

"Oh yeah. After our ride and dinner, I'm ready to crash." Aspen stated.

"I'm going to use the bathroom and then crash out."

"Have at it. I'll go in after you're done."

As soon as Alex was behind closed doors Aspen began the process of getting ready for bed. She slips out of her dress and hangs it up in the room's closet. Her next dress is still sealed away in her garment bag, and she can't wait to show it off at the wedding. Reaching into her travel bag, she pulls out her powder blue lace Babydoll Chemise. Once she was changed, she lay back on the bed and waited for her turn to use the bathroom. She started to rift off when Alex's cell phone rang on the nightstand to her right. Unlike last time, this ringtone was the theme song from The Godfather.

Not wanting to pry, but wondering who earned this music, she looks at the screen and sees the contact listed as R. Conti. While she wasn't aware of everyone in Alex's social circle, how many R. Conti's were there in their area? Probably a little more, she wondered it if was the R. Conti that she knew. The phone finally stops ringing and then chimes indicating the person left a voicemail. Aspen hears the doorknob jingling so she rolls off the bed and makes her way to the door.

When the bathroom door opened Aspen was almost within arm's reach. The younger woman found herself frozen in her tracks when Alex appeared without so much as a towel wrapped around her body. "Hey Aspen, I left my dress hanging on the door, can you bring it out and hang it up when you're finished, Aspen?" A very calm and serene Alex requests.

"Sure." Aspen squeaks out before disappearing into the bathroom. The moment the door closed she was leaning against it wondering why her heart was pounding so rapidly. Her entire high school life she was surrounded by girls in gym class and they showered naked. Why was it that this gorgeous Italian woman was affecting her so? Could it have something to do with the kiss they shared? Had Alex somehow cast a spell on her heart?

The vision of Alex appearing naked was seemingly forever ingrained in her mind. When her heart returned to a normal beat, she remembered the phone call. Opening the door, Aspen sees the older woman wearing a lovely black lace teddy. "Alex, before I forget, your phone went off while you were in the bathroom," Aspen informed her companion. "I think they left you a voicemail."

"Ok, thanks., Alex replies.

Aspen retreats to the bathroom and begins the process of removing her makeup for the night. She could take a shower but doesn't feel like it. She hears Alex talking in the other room so she must have called whoever left her the message back. When she was done in the bathroom the younger woman exited carrying her companion's dress. She puts the dress in the closet and then makes her way to the bed and climbs in beside her date for the weekend. Concern mixed with curiosity filled Aspen's thoughts, so much so that she felt she had to ask about the call. By her admission, Alex did say she could be a bitch at times.

"Alex, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course,"

"I couldn't help but see the caller ID when your phone rang," she said cautiously, "and maybe I'm being a bit paranoid, but I can't help but wonder if the R. Conti was Uncle Richie Conti from Riche's Automotive."

"Maybe... " Alex simply said after sliding into bed. There was a body pillow length between the two women.

"Well?"

"I suppose if I don't tell you now, you'll never go to sleep and then I won't get any sleep either... will I?"

"Probably not," Aspen answers honestly.

"I have to say... I love your honesty. While I'm sure you're capable of lying you've never done so with me, have you?"

"Never," Aspen answers honestly again.

"Well, after we made our date for the weekend I called Richie Conti. I'm sure you're not aware but the Contis and the Russo's go waaaaay back."

"How far back?"

"My dad gave Richie the money to open his auto shop."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Dad has always had good instincts on investments. Richie was an ace mechanic and he knew that not only would Richie run an honest garage but he would help train the next generation of mechanics. Anyway, I called Richie and told him the whole story. Needless to say, he was less than pleased to learn that not only had Enzo stolen from you, but that the money he stole belonged to one of my investments."

"Sooo... what happened?"

"It turns out that your now ex-boyfriend," she continued, "had good reason not to want to risk telling Carl or myself about what he had done. Enzo is on probation from a previous arrest last summer."

"He was arrested?"

"Oh yeah... you didn't know?"

"No."

"Well anyways, Richie tracked down his nephew and explained to him what might happen if he didn't come up with the cash to replace what he took from your purse."

"You mean he's giving us back the money?" Aspen said in disbelief.

"Every penny," Alex smiled. "Richie says the two of them will be at the restaurant when I return from our trip."

"I can't believe it," Aspen said in a soft, thankful voice.

"So it looks like your problems are solved," Alex grinned, "at least those with that waste of life. I was going to tell you tomorrow before we went over to the ceremony."

"I don't know what else to say," Aspen said.

"Thank you might be appropriate," Alex suggested. Aspen did one better. She slides over, wraps her arms around Alex, presses her young body into the older woman's firm body and peppers kisses all over her face.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou... ohhhhh my good god thank you!" Aspen said as she felt such a weight lift from her shoulders.

"You are so welcome," Aspen says and hugs Alex tightly. She loved the feel and the closeness of Aspen's body. "I only hope you'll learn to judge a book by more than its cover with your next relationship," Alex tells the younger woman. "After all, I might not be around to help you next time." Aspen nodded her agreement; those were words she would learn to live by.

"Now... can we please get some rest? I'm exhausted."

"Mmmm, hummm." Aspen answers. The two women turn off their lights and the room is dark. Alex rolls onto her back and begins to drift off when she feels the bed shift and Aspen has returned to her side. The young girl snuggles up alongside her bedmate, only instead of laying on her back she is on her side and is facing Alex. The older woman turns slightly and discovers the younger woman's eyes are closed but there is a large smile on her flawless face. Alex slips her arm under the young blonde's body, turns to face Aspen, and envelops the young woman in her loving embrace. Despite neither of them showering they both smell slightly perfumy and the older woman loves the younger woman's scent.

This was easily by far the best night's sleep Alex and Aspen have had in quite some time.

~ 3: The Wedding ~

The two women woke up bright and early the next morning and once they made themselves presentable to go have their complimentary breakfast. While eating Alex met several more guests that were attending the wedding that she knew. Aspen suspected a few were old lovers, not necessarily girlfriends. The one thing she did notice was that each of the women was eying her. The young blonde returned to her role as Alex's lover and when Alex sat down, Aspen slipped into her lap and wrapped her arms around the older woman's neck. They hugged and Aspen even gave Alex a quick kiss before she excused herself to go grab their things before venturing out into town.

Aspen made her way out to the car and was soon joined by Alex. Once inside the car Alex drew Aspen to her and kissed her, in between quick pecks she informed Aspen that a few of her exes were right behind her and she needed to continue the show. Breaking the kiss and starting the car, the young blonde sees the envious women entering their cars Alex pulls out and heads to town. The two women took in many of the sights of the lovely town and enjoyed the scenery and their time together.

While driving around Aspen saw something and she got an idea. "Alex, can you drop me off here, I'll call you when I'm ready to be picked up."

"Is something wrong Aspen?" Alex says not sure why her companion is making this request.

"No. I just saw something and have an idea. Trust me, it will be worth it."

Taking her date at her word, Alex pulls over and leaves Aspen in front of the strip mall. It is a good hour before Aspen calls her ride. Alex arrives at the spot where she dropped off the young blonde. Two minutes later she hears a tapping on the glass and slowly, Aspen reveals herself.

"Oh my," Alex says seeing her young companion's new look.

"I saw the salon when we were driving by earlier and wanted to look my best for you. After all, you want your girlfriend to look her best tonight, right?

"You didn't need to do that... but you look so amazing that Erica will be utterly envious of you. I just have one question..."

"Sure."

"What about taking a shower?"

"The salon has shower stalls. I washed before they did their magic. All I need to do is change."

"Well, I guess we have a wedding to prepare for."

"Indeed, we wouldn't want to be late."

The pair raced back to the hotel, Alex stopping at the entrance to get out so Aspen could park the car for her.

Once the car was parked, Aspen made her way to the room and upon entering found Alex was already in the bathroom, a large towel wrapped tightly around her waist.

"I'm getting in, see you in a bit."

"I'll be waiting," Aspen tells her date.

When the bathroom door closes, Aspen begins going to work on herself. Pulling out her garment bag, she unzips it, pulls out her dress, and places her old dress inside the bag. She goes through her travel bag and quickly discovers that somehow she has left her no-show panties at home. She flashes back and remembers putting them on her bed but in her haste and nervousness, she doesn't recall placing them inside the bag. "Well... I guess I only have one option." Aspen stated aloud.

When Alex finished her shower, she exited and dried off her body and hair. Much like yesterday, she put her hair in a bun but today she put it in a low bun and her bangs were framing her face just like yesterday evening. Alex found her garment bag lying across the bed that contained the dress she had purchased specifically for this event. Unzipping the bag, she pulls out her dress.

"I can't wait to put this on," Alex says holding the dress up.

She had selected a brand-new Jenny Yoo LWD Calla Dress. The dress Alex selected from the thirty-six possible colors was a radiant Black luxe satin. The dress has a one-shoulder neckline that is accentuated by flattering pleats, and the asymmetrical of the midi skirt offers Alex the perfect chance to flaunt her stunning figure.

She didn't notice as the bag had been covering the note, but Aspen had left it for her to discover.

Alex Took an Uber to the wedding. See you there. Aspen.

Besides her name was a lipstick kiss.

Alex couldn't help but grin at how playful her date was being. So, eager to see her date all dolled up, she quickly dressed, checked herself out in the mirror, and once she was satisfied, collected her phone, keys, and purse for the evening and made her way to the car to drive to the wedding. In just ten minutes, she was at the wedding hall, parked and entering the hall that Rebecca and Erica selected to hold the ceremony.

"Wow, you look great," one of her dear friends praised Alex's appearance.

"Thank you, Bethany. You look lovely as well."

"Thank you," Bethany replied.

"Where is your date?" Bethany's companion, a younger girl around Aspen's age asked. The pair had conversed at the rehearsal dinner the night before.

"She wanted to surprise me and said she would be here shortly."

As if on cue she sent Alex a text saying, BRT.

Alex passed this on, and the trio waited by the door. Sure enough, Aspen's Uber arrived. The three women were floored when Aspen stepped out.

"Oh my..." Bethany and her date stated.

Aspen's long blonde hair was in an elegant updo hairstyle with white opal floor hair combs holding her hair in place. Aspen was wearing a Sparkling Red Stretch Satin Gown that looked like it was a second skin. The dress was strapless with a straight across neckline. The dress hugged Aspen's shapely curves just right and was struggling to contain her 32-inch C-cup bust. The dress was slit to her mid-thigh and as she moved showed off her bare athletic leg.

"Sorry to keep you waiting dear... I wanted to make an entrance for you."

Barely able to respond, Alex finally manages to say, "You succeeded."

Alex is wearing flats so in her four-inch heels Aspen is almost at eye level with her date. She leans in, kisses her quickly, and says, "Shall we ladies?"

The quartet now enters the hall and takes seats along the opposing aisle so that they can watch the brides make their entrance.

Aspen took in the quaint but very spacious hall where the wedding was being held. She knew that attached to the hall was the banquet hall where the wedding reception was being held so that the guests didn't have to travel to another location. Being in the back she was able to count heads and quickly estimated that there had to be at least forty couples attending this wedding unless there were some late arrivals. While there were a few straight couples, the majority were unsurprisingly all females.

15 minutes after Aspen and Alex sat down music began to play and the woman Aspen knew as Rebecca Montes came out escorted by her father and then followed by her wedding party. Despite wearing a Tuxedo dress, Rebecca wore a veil, and her father lifted it when they reached the altar. Erica's wedding party came out and when the maid of honor took her post the music shifted to the more traditional "Here Come the Bride".

The doors opened and Erica Nicols came out escorted by her father. The ordained minister took her spot between the couple and went through the wedding program. Eventually, the women exchanged their wedding vows.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the woman who had officiated announced, "May I present Mrs. Rebecca and Erica Montes."

The pronouncement was met with thunderous applause as the now-married couple made their way down the aisle between the rows of folding chairs. The newlyweds circled the outskirts of the hall and met back at the altar while the guests filed out and moved to the banquet hall. When the last guest was in the hall, the brides took their wedding party photos.

Once in the banquet hall, Alex and Aspen found their seats, right next to Bethany's party. Aspen was impressed at how quickly the caterers had transformed the room, laying out rows of tables around the perimeter, with a dozen table settings at each.

The other guests at their table proved to be as friendly as she could have hoped for, and it wasn't long before Aspen began to view the wedding as just like any other. The broad mix of couples fascinated her, as they ranged from women just about her own age to some who appeared to be older than her parents. And there were even a few couples who seemed to be a mix of the two extremes.

The brides and their wedding parties soon made their appearance and were immediately ushered onto the dance floor so that the traditional first dance could start the festivities. After a minute or two, the mistress of ceremonies called for anyone else who cared, to join in. All around the hall, you could hear chairs being pulled out as most of the guests left their tables to take the dance floor.

"Shall we?" Alex asked, reaching out her hand to Aspen.

"Of course, dearest, I would be delighted" she answered taking Alex's offered hand in her own. Alex quickly ushers her date to the dance floor and delights in dancing with the younger, sexy blonde.

Aspen marveled at the older woman's dancing skills and found they melded together in perfect harmony.

As they moved across the dance floor, all eyes seemed to be on them and Alex's arm tightly wrapped around Aspen's waist. The young woman felt safe in the older woman's arms. When the song ended, everyone clapped, and Aspen whispered to Alex that their first dance had been so much fun that Aspen was eager to get back out on the floor.

"In short order Aspen."

After the dance, everyone sat back down to eat. After dinner, the maids of honor made their toasts and then it was back to the dance floor for Alex and Aspen. It didn't matter if the dance was fast or slow, traditional or modern, the young blonde seemed inexhaustible. It wasn't until they'd danced their tenth set in a row that Alex needed a break. As they started to walk off the floor, a much older woman with white hair came up to the two of them and asked if she could have a few minutes of Alex's time.

Their meal and drinks finally hit her; Aspen informs her date that she would be going to the little girl's room. Leaving the two women behind in conversation, Aspen headed toward the bar to ask the bartender where to go. There was a small crowd at the bar, just enough women to make it difficult for Aspen to get the attention of one of the three servers. There was finally an opening and Aspen slid into the woman's face. She looked pretty young, with short brown hair, cream skin, and pale blue eyes.

"What can I get for you, love?" the young bartender asked. The woman, whose nametag identified her as Anna, was dressed in a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a matching black vest. The version the bartender wore, however, would hardly be appropriate for the family-style restaurant as the bartenders all had enough open buttons undone to display their abundant cleavage. The blouses were also made of a translucent material to show off the fact that none of them were wearing bras and their nipples were quite visible. Aspen was shocked to discover that Anna's breasts were the size of silver dollars.

"I said, what can I get you, love?" Anna repeated, aware that Aspen had been staring at her chest.

"Oh, sorry. I'll take two white wines, and directions to the lady's room" Aspen said, feeling a bit embarrassed to have been caught gawking at the bartender's nips.

She was originally planning to order a beer but changed her mind as Alex tends to favor wine when in Rome. Also, it was going to be a long night, and, upon reflection, Aspen decided that it might not be a bad idea to pace herself.

Aspen was a bit confused when, after taking her order, Anna didn't immediately head off to fill it. The delay was long enough for her to wonder if perhaps it was a cash bar. She was about to ask when Anna winked at Aspen and then went off to get her drinks. It was only once the bartender had stepped away that Aspen realized what had just happened.

'Oh my God,' she thought, 'Anna kept me here to check me out.'

When Anna returned, she was carrying two large glasses of white wine. She gave Aspen such an inviting smile that there was no doubt she had indeed been doing what the blonde had imagined.

"Here you go, love, " Anna said as she placed the two drinks on the counter in front of Aspen. "One for you, and one for your girlfriend."

Anna had spotted Aspen with Alex on the dance floor before she came over to the bar.

"Oh... she's not my girlfriend," Aspen said without thinking. Fortunately, everyone was so involved in their conversations and getting drinks that only Anna heard her.

"Really?" Anna replied the tone of her voice recognizable as reflecting a higher level of interest. "Well, if you need anything else, anything at all, you just come to my end of the bar."

"Thank you," Aspen said, giving the woman a smile that cost her nothing to give. I'll remember that. Now, how about directions to the ladies' room?"

"Down the hall, third door on your right," Anna replied pointing which direction to go.

Thanking the bartender again, Drinks in hand, Aspen returned to her table, dropped the drinks at the spots for her and her date, and then made her way posthaste to the bathroom. Aspen quickly made her way to where the restrooms could be found, and after turning the corner, she was dismayed to find that more than a dozen women were already waiting in line before her. With nothing else she could do but complain, Aspen sighed and took her place at the end of the line.

Two very long minutes passed, during which the line barely moved. Aspen was doing her best to hold her pee in when she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. Turning around, Aspen found herself face to face with Anna from the bar. The smiling bartender didn't say a word but motioned for Aspen to follow her. Aspen was a bit hesitant as she didn't want to lose her place in line, especially since two more women were making their way over to the line. Still, Aspen decided to take a risk and urgently followed Anna down the hall and then around the second bend to another corridor.

"I thought the bathroom might be busy. Fortunately, our second banquet hall isn't in use so we can use the ladies room there."

Without thinking Aspen says, "You're a godsend, Anna... I could kiss you!"

"There will be time for that later. By the way, what's your name?" The smirking bartender asks.

"Aspen, Aspen Matthews," Aspen replied, truly appreciative of the gesture.

The pair made it to the empty restroom and Aspen raced into the last stall. Lifting her skirt, she plops down and relieves her bladder. As she peed, she was actually very happy that she had forgotten her no-show panties at home as she didn't have to fumble with removing them before she relieved herself.

She rested her head against the tiled wall behind her and sighed when she heard a knock to her left. Opening her eyes, she sees Anna's hand with some packets. "Here, have some Handi Wipes,"

"Thanks." Aspen politely says taking the wipes. While three is toilet paper in the stalls, Handi Wipes would remove the urine smell from her pussy and keep it off the inside of her dress.

Once she was clean and dry, Aspen carefully got off the toilet and after flushing it, exited the stall. Anna is right behind her. The two women wash their hands and Anna asks Aspen if she is having fun on her date. Aspen smiles and informs the bartender that this is probably the most fun she has ever had at a wedding.

"Thank you again for telling me about this place. I'd probably still be waiting in line if you hadn't."

"Well, I did it for two reasons. One, that dress is too beautiful to be soiled by piss, and... well you get get the picture."

"Yeah, I would have had to leave. But what was the second reason?"

"Mmmm... because I wanted to get you alone so that I could do this!"

Like a lioness pouncing on its prey, Anna moved in and captured Aspen's lips in a hungry kiss. Aspen gasps in surprise and that gives the aggressive bartender the chance to slip the young blonde her tongue. Anna's right hand begins traveling along Aspen's body and the blonde finds she is succumbing to the aggressive woman's actions. If she were a man Aspen would have pushed her off by now and socked her. For some reason, she didn't do that. Aspen felt the bartender grin into the kiss, and it was because she had discovered that Aspen wasn't wearing panties.

"Mmmmmm... I've been wanting to do that from the moment I first laid eyes on you." Anna whispers in Aspen's ear before she nibbles on it.

The Brunette-haired bartender doesn't have a lot of time so she lifts the blonde up onto the vanity counter. Her legs parted, her bare ass on the counter, Anna dives in and begins sucking on Aspen's pussy. Aspen releases a cry of delight when the bartender's tongue bore its way into Aspen's pussy. The Brunette's hands came up and pulled down the front of Aspen's dress and began woman handling her ease with which Anna found her most sensitive spots indicating that this was hardly the first time Anna had done something like this. For what seemed like an incredibly long time, the taller woman glided her tongue in and out of Aspen's sweet honey pot.

Aspen slowly closes her eyes, and bites down on her lower lips, afraid almost to breathe lest she be heard moaning in pleasure. Anna was in seventh heaven as she dives into the young blonde's sexy-shaven pussy. While she is not opposed to going down on girls' hairy snatches, nothing pleases her more than sucking on a shaved snatch. Several long tortuous minutes passed until no longer able to contain herself, Aspen released a loud cry of pleasure. Aspen arches her back as she comes over Anna's face. Unlike all her sexual encounters with guys, this time Aspen found herself ejaculating into the bartender's mouth. Anna gulps down jet after jet of Aspen's glorious girl cum.

When she was finally spent, Aspen leaned back against the large, mirrored wall behind her. Her legs were splayed and resting atop the counter. The Brunette bartender was still on bended knee trying to recover from her savory sexual feast. The bartender finally stood up, pulled out some more Handi Wipes, and went to work wiping off her face. She then opens a few more and goes to work cleaning off Aspen's pussy.

"Mmmm... your pussy is delicious Aspen." She pulls up the top of Aspen's dress and tucks in her tits.

Aspen watches in a daze as Anna pulls out a business card. She tucks the card between Aspen's tits. Anna smiles, reaching out, grasps Aspen's head, and pulls her in for one last kiss. A dazed Aspen tastes her pussy on Anna's mouth and finds the taste strangely alluring. "I'd love to stay and continue this, but I have to get back to work. Give me a call sometime."

As she watched the sexy bartender leave, Aspen couldn't help but think she has just had the best oral orgasm of her life and felt that it was more exciting than most of the fucks her male lovers have ever given her. Her one-sided tryst with Anna had opened her up to a wealth of possibilities and opportunities.

Omigod, I can't believe that I let Anna have her way with me, Aspen said aloud when she finally came back to her senses.

Aspen wished she could splash some cold water on her face but she didn't dare as it would mess up her makeup and how could she explain that to Alex? Instead, she just checked herself over in the mirror and when she was sure that she was presentable, left the ladies room and quickly made her way back to the reception. The entire walk back, Aspen was trying not to think how strong a reaction her body had to her first Sapphic experience. Her panties, if she had been wearing any would probably be absolutely soaked, given her level of arousal.

Aspen quickly made her way back to the wedding reception and stood at the entranceway as she searched for Alex. Looking around the room, she didn't find Alex, but she did find Bethany. They were sitting at one of the tables chatting away with another couple as nonchalantly as could be as if the last twenty minutes had never occurred. Just looking at them caused a rush of warmth to flash across Aspen's body.

"Oh, there you are," Aspen heard Alex say from behind her. Turning around at the sound of her voice. "You were gone so long that I was becoming worried that you left me here."

"I'm sorry dear. The line for the lady's room was very long," Aspen replied, thinking that was indeed the truth, if not the reason.

"Yeah, that tends to happen at big events. No matter how many or how few ladies there are at a wedding, there is always a long line at the ladies room." Alex commented. Aspen's gaze fell on Anna, who wasn't swarmed with customers for the moment. Seeing Aspen look her way, she picked up a glass to clean, subtly winked at her, and then kissed her.

Alex turns and sees the scantily clad bartenders eyeing her date. A flash of jealousy comes over her and she slips her arm possessively around Aspen's waist. The young blonde, sensing Alex was staking her claim to her, melds into Alex's warm embrace.

"Jealous that she's looking at me, sweetie?" Aspen asks.

"Maybe. You're so fetching that I have to keep an eye on you, or someone will try and have their way with you."

If you only knew... Aspen thinks to herself.

"Still, they are hot, aren't they?"

"She's pretty. I think it's the outfit that sells it though."

"Mmmmm... true. I've seen those bartenders at a few of the weddings I've been to. I've always wanted to have our female servers wear those uniforms." Alex informs her sexy date.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah... especially after I first met you and your friend Emma."

Aspen was shocked by this admission and then Alex burst out into a fit of laughter. Aspen realized that her date was joking with her again.

"Wow... if you could see the look on your face," she said.

"Hunny, you are too much sometimes."

"Thank you, but truth be told, you would look amazing in that ensemble."

Seeing some of Alex's friends approaching them, Aspen wraps her arms around Alex's waist and says, "Well sweetie, if you buy me the outfit, I will gladly wear it for you."

Before Alex's friends could interrupt, the band started playing Kehlani's "Honey,".

"Oh, I love this song," Alex remarks.

"Then by all means... excuse us, ladies, my lovely date and I need to take the dance floor," Aspen informs the ladies. As they move in time to the music, Aspen listens to the lyrics, thinking how appropriate they seem now. No sooner had the last echoes of the song faded than all of the lesbians on the dance floor leaned in and kissed their partners.

"We don't have to..." Alex said in a low whisper.

The young blonde wraps her arms around her date's neck. "Please, baby? Show your friends what I mean to you."

Without even looking Alex knew all eyes were on them, especially since they were almost in the center of the room. Swallowing hard, she leans forward and kisses her date's so very soft lips. Aspen knew from her own limited experience that it would be. The kiss was more than you would give a friend but far less than you would a lover. Feeling the mood around her, Aspen pressed her tongue forward to meet the tip of Alex's. This caused both women to open their mouths further and deepen the kiss. Claps were heard and the pair reluctantly, and blushingly pulled apart.

"That ... was nice," Alex tells Aspen.

"That... was very nice," Aspen says taking hold of Alex's hand. She could tell the older woman was visibly surprised by her actions.

Aspen didn't reply further. At least not with words. Instead, she just smiled as warmly at the Italian beauty. Afterward, they concentrated on having a good time together. Both on the dance floor and interacting with other couples. The reception was half over by the time that the newlyweds made their rounds to thank their guests for coming.

Aspen decided to see what kind of reaction she could get so she covertly pulled the front of her dress down so that the top of her nipples were almost showing. Once her top was adjusted, she sat down in Alex's lap and placed her arms around her beautiful Italian date.

"Hello Alex, Aspen... thank you so much for joining us on our special day." The new Mrs. Montes tells the pair.

"It was a beautiful wedding," Alex replies.

"Oh my god... your wedding was beautiful. It has to be the best wedding I've ever attended." Aspen tells the two brides.

"Thank you, Aspen," Rebecca tells the younger woman.

Their brown eyes are drawn to Aspen's ample breasts. While her wife is very lovely Aspen is younger and curvier than her wife. She may be married but she's still a horny woman.

Alex notices the young blonde's partially exposed chest and swallows hard.

"Down girl... this one is mine," Alex tells her ex-girlfriend. The blushing bride now blushes almost a crimson shade being caught gawking at the young blonde.

"Sorry Alex... she's just so fetching."

"Yes, she is," Alex says placing her hand on Aspen's bare thigh. Her hand moves up, parting the dress and the two brides realize that Aspen has no panties on under her dress.

"Well Alex, you'd better hold on to this one, or one of these ravenous lesbians will snatch her away from you," The two brides then thanked the other women at Aspen and Alex's table before continuing their way.

"Thank you for selling that so well," Alex praises the young former cheerleader. I hope that didn't go overboard and embarrass you," Alex says to Aspen after the newlyweds walk away.

"Do you hear me complaining?"

"No... I don't."

"That's because you are the best wedding date a girl could ask for," Aspen says, leaning in and giving the older woman a peck on her lips. You sure know how to make a girl feel special," Aspen says, putting her hand on top of Alex's, which is still resting on her exposed thigh. When the brides were finished thanking everyone, it was time for the cake to be cut and served. After the cake, there were four dances.

After the fourth dance, Rebecca and Erica Montes took to the stage and thanked everyone again for coming. The last event of the evening was the one that all the single women in the room were waiting for, the tossing of the bouquet and garter belts. As both were brides, they first took off the garter belts and fastened them to their bouquets. Erica went first and tossed her bouquet followed immediately by Rebecca. The bouquets fell up into the air and after some squeals and feeble attempts, the flowers were caught by Aspen and Alex respectively. The two women proceeded to the dance floor for a photo of them holding each other and their prized bouquets for the bride's wedding album and then a song for them to dance to. The band began to play Tegan and Sara's "Love They Say" as the couple danced to the three-and-a-half-minute song.

The band then played one final slow dance before announcing that the reception was over. They wished everyone a safe trip home as they would be leaving on the brides were preparing to leave for their honeymoon As everyone was preparing to leave a loud thunderclap was heard throughout the building.

"Everyone... I've just been informed that there is a massive storefront rolling in. Please return to your hotels and be prepared to spend an extra day." Rebecca informs the guests. There were some mumbles, but the ladies decided to make their way back quickly before it started to pour.

Alex led Aspen by hand to her car. During the entire time, they clutched their bouquets and each other's hands. On the entire drive back to the hotel, Aspen held both sets of flowers in her right hand while holding Alex's hand in her left.

~ To Be Continued ~

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