"Dulling the pre-wedding fears" (or "Your wedding day can be perfect if you listen to the portents!") by GrandMoff
Note and warning: This story is fiction; any resemblance between these characters and anyone is coincidental. This story contains an explicit lesbian scene and some mildly demeaning terms.
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Karmella VanWolden had done more than her share of work to ensure that her wedding plans were on track. She didn't believe that anyone who was fair could call her a Bridezilla. She had insisted on several particular details, but she hadn't been too demanding. Meeting her standards hadn't been impossible.
She had the perfect church for her wedding: St. Catherine's Cathedral. She had the perfect reception venue: the Golden Ballroom. She had the perfect ring: a 22-karat gold band displaying a 2.5-carat, VVS, grade E rock that was surrounded by twelve 0.5-carat stones. She had the perfect dress for her body: a pure white off-the-shoulder mermaid gown that would minimize her wide hips, enhance the cleavage of her average-sized bust, and provide excellent contrast for her carrot-orange hair and pale, freckled skin. She had the perfect shoes: shiny white strappy stilettos with tall heels and discreet platforms--shoes that would make her look taller than 5' 2", show off her perfectly pedicured, white-polished toes, and make her average legs look longer and more shapely. She had the perfect maid of honor and bridesmaids and all their dresses were perfect too. The groom, best man, and groomsmen had perfect tuxedos reserved. Hundreds of other details
were all perfect--or as near as they could be.
Karmella would not leave anything to chance, though. As the Big Day was a mere 120 hours away, the proud bride-to-be kept her appointment with her most important advisor: Venezia Romagna. Two minutes early, Karmella arrived at Venezia's office. Ellora, the personal assistant, showed Karmella into the plush meeting room.
"Karmella, my dear, lovely to see you," said the sturdy, well-dressed, woman who waited in the room. Karmella smelled vanilla incense and Chanel #5. Venezia held out her arms. The two women embraced and air-kissed. "You have come to see if your wedding date is still suitable."
The red-haired girl looked surprised. "You're right," she said. "Everything I can think of is ready, but I need to know that I've picked a good time for the ceremony. So...check it for me."
"Of course," said Venezia. "Please sit." The small octagonal table had comfortable, overstuffed loveseats across from each other; Karmella immediately flopped onto hers.
Venezia's straight, upper-back-length glossy brown hair fell near her eyes while she seated herself and readied her deck of cards. "It was June 16th," she murmured.
"Yeah, like it always has been," said Karmella impatiently.
An acrobatic flick of her wrist and Venezia spread an arched line of cards. She moved back the other way, depositing a curved row under the first, but bent downward instead of upward. The cards on the table resembled an eye. "First, we'll see what th--"
Karmella's phone started playing a peppy pop tune. "--Wait!" she said imperiously, holding up her hand and answering her phone. "Hi, Jordan!
"Not really: no one important.
"Yeah, girl; I'm getting a facial then--probably a little soaking in the mineral bath, too."
Venezia looked as though she was idly straightening cards while her client talked, but she was fuming. Karmella paid well, but the young lady had an ego big enough for twenty people. Preparing for her wedding had made her even ruder than usual. The tarot expert thought about getting up and walking away.
But maybe she could use her skills as an actress, cardsharp, and psychology student to deal with Karmella's poor manners more...creatively. Yes. Yes! It was time to see how much the ginger-haired "princess" believed in her fortune teller.
"...can't wait either! Okay, bye-bye!" Karmella hit the End button. "I told that bitch not to call me now," said Karmella, blinking her large green eyes in a way she probably thought was endearing. "Go on with the reading."
"This card will tell us how well the wedding will go," said Venezia. With a flourish, she turned over The Tower. "Oh," she said, pretending dismay.
"No!" said Karmella, truly dismayed. "Last time, you said June 16 was perfect, so what the hell is this?"
"My dear, that day is perfect," Venezia said suavely. "This card tells us about the event itself. Apparently, you will have a very trying wedding day, no matter when or where it is held."
"In what way will it by 'trying?' It's supposed to be the happiest day of my life."
"Let's see how," said Venezia. She turned over the 10 of Wands. "In many ways, I regret to say."
Karmella put her hands on the sides of her face. "No, no no no no, this can't be. It can't! Come on, find me a way out of this; I can't have a fucked-up wedding day. I don't deserve anything less than perfect!"
Thinking about what Karmella deserved, Venezia smiled broadly. "You're correct, I'm sure. Patience. We will see what we can do to change the portents."
Death was the next card.
The petite redhead let out a shriek. "That's--"
Venezia put a gentle hand on Karmella's forearm. "--It simply means an amazing reversal in this case, dearest. Death often means rebirth and a drastic change of form. The card suggests that you have not been completely true to yourself, but you must be. You must have the fortitude to embrace something new--very soon."
"I have so been true to myself!"
"I'm sure you have tried to be. Bear with me a little longer; we will see if we can learn anything more."
Karmella's beautiful green eyes were glued to the card in Venezia's hand. When it hit the top of the table: Queen of Swords. "My, my! I'm not sure I can keep going with this," said the dark-haired woman.
"Not only can you, you will. You owe it to me! Tell me what has to happen to make my day perfect," Karmella said. Her voice trembled slightly with aggravation and fright.
"But my dear...the problem is your unfulfilled desire. It will get in the way of your day if you don't satisfy it first. You want to...."
"...Tell me, Venezia. Now!"
"But you'll be so upset."
"I won't, I promise. Tell me."
Venezia fixed her dark blue eyes on Karmella's face. "You want to experience love with a woman. You want me to make love to you."
Karmella's cheeks and forehead turned bright pink. "That's ridiculous!" she sputtered.
"I care very deeply for you, but even for the sake of giving you a perfect wedding, I don't think I can do that for you," Venezia said slyly, ignoring Karmella's protest. "I've seen you peeking down my shirt, of course--
"--Like hell, you have--"
"--and checking out my ass--but I think of you as a daughter. No matter how much you lust after me--"
"--I don't 'lust after you,' bitch!" There were tears in the redhead's eyes, showing her frustration.
Venezia pulled Karmella into a reassuring hug. "It's okay, dear. You're distressed. You want your wedding day to be like a fairy tale. I know that nothing is more important to you than your wedding, but if you don't want to admit your urges, you should probably pretend this reading never happened. Your day will still be okay--it just won't be wonderful."
"...No," Karmella whispered. Her arms slipped around Venezia's waist, embracing the taller woman. The freckled young lady's voice grew firmer. "'Okay' is not good enough."
"All right, then...I'll try to help you." Venezia bent a little and kissed Karmella.
The orange-haired woman was stiff and close-mouthed at first. Venezia put her marvelous fingers on Karmella's ass. Karmella had an adorable bubble butt that Venezia had been longing to touch; now she concentrated her considerable skill on kneading and caressing that sweet backside. Karmella's mouth opened--probably to rebuke Venezia--and the wily tarot expert quickly deepened their kiss.
"I shouldn't do this," Karmella said, pulling away for a moment.
"You're right," said Venezia, "But remember, you're doing it for Trent. I don't feel right about this either, but I'm doing it for your happiness." So shut the fuck up; I want to get to reaming your tight cunt, Venezia added silently. She captured Karmella's mouth again. One of her hands stayed on Karmella's behind; the other opened the little redhead's shorts button, then the zipper. Then the two hands moved in concert, working tight denim shorts down to Karmella's thighs. The shorts were so tight that Karmella's panties moved with them--as if they were woven together--lowering an inch at a time.
Karmella squirmed, but she let Venezia pull down her shorts. Uncomfortable as she was with this, Venezia's readings were right far too often. If she had to let her spirit-advisor make love with her in order to get the perfect wedding, then so be it.
Except Venezia's fingers were a little too busy, a little too bold! "Hey!" Karmella squeaked as Venezia's long middle finger parted her inner lips. "A-are you sure...we have to...?"
"Dear, try to stay calm," Venezia said. She kissed Karmella's cute, prominent ear. "We need to do much more. If we can fulfill your fantasy, you will have a wonderful marriage. Let me do the thinking and everything will turn out like a fairy tale."
While she toyed with Karmella's pussy, Venezia unbelted her long, tight, dark skirt with her left hand. Very soon, the skirt lay in a sharp-edged heap around her feet. The blue-eyed, brown-haired tarot reader guided Karmella's soft-fingered hand to Venezia's drooling pussy. With a little coaxing, Karmella began to give Venezia a shallow finger-fuck.
"My dear, that feels nice. Of course, a queen is a mother figure. You should give in to your desire to nurse from my breasts, too."
Karmella didn't complain. Venezia's hand on Karmella's right wrist told the young redhead that she should keep it working on Venezia's labia. Karmella found that it was easy to get access to Venezia's chest even if she used only her left hand. The fortune-teller was wearing a cowl-neck cashmere pullover and a front-clasp bra. Karmella quickly exposed the taller woman's chest.
It was beautiful. Karmella was stunned; she hadn't seen the breasts of a woman this age in her life. (Venezia was 32, but that was old to Karmella.) The little redhead had expected sagging, flabby tits; these tits were high and firm, with tempting-looking, thick, soft, rosy nipples. Seeing them excited Karmella. Almost reverently, Karmella kissed Venezia's pretty tits. She kissed them all over, slowly covering Venezia's chest with oral adoration. Venezia was surprised and delighted. Finally, Karmella latched onto Venezia's left nipple and began to gently suckle.
The women had continued to massage between each other's thighs while Karmella was discovering the happiness of playing with Venezia's chest. The sensual longing increased, but unexpectedly, the feeling of fondness and intimacy increased as well. The husky, long-haired card-reader wavered. She asked herself if Karmella really needed to be punished for her arrogance.
Venezia took a deep breath. The petite rich girl's tongue circled Venezia's nipple while her soft fingers played with Venezia's wet lips.
What, did one tender moment make up for all the spoiled, snobby attitude and behavior? Venezia's thumb slid deeper between Karmella's vulva. The redhead inhaled sharply, sucking Venezia's breast harder for a second. Venezia put her left hand on Karmella's orange hair and urged her to give the other breast some attention.
"You're doing a great job. This feels...so good..." said Venezia.
Karmella's huge green eyes looked up at Venezia's face.
"And you're making excellent progress toward conquering your problem," the curvy card-sharp added quickly, stuttering just a little. Not wanting to give Karmella too much time to think about what was happening, Venezia took her hand from Karmella's head and put it on her ass. "In a minute, I think you'll be satisfied and you can start penetrating and getting penetrated the way you want to."
Those trusting green eyes widened in dismay. Venezia smiled reassuringly. "You'll get your perfect wedding," she murmured.
For several weeks, Karmella's life had been so tiring. She'd been getting very little sleep. Even in her dreams, she was making bridal decisions and solving wedding day problems! She didn't want to use any more of her dwindling energy to think about what was happening. Surely it was all right to just do what Venezia told her to do. She put everything but the terrific sensations between her legs out of her mind. Perfect wedding, later: excellent marriage, later: exquisite feelings, now. Yes, let it happen; enjoy those tremors in her clitoris and those electric surges throughout some of the most secret parts of her body....
Closing her eyes, Karmella relaxed for what seemed like the first time in months. She kept sucking and stroking and relishing Venezia's stroking.
Venezia's wicked smirk went unnoticed. She took the invitation and stripped out of what remained of her "spiritist outfit" and located her favorite double-dildo. With a groan, she plunged one end into her very slick vaginal entrance. The busty fortune-teller wondered if Karmella had had a lesbian tryst before; Venezia couldn't remember ever getting this wet from simple fingering.
Karmella's fingers encountered the firm but flexible object. The petite redhead didn't want to open her eyes. She simply moved her fingers to either side of the rubber cylinder and kept petting Venezia's pussy. Karmella couldn't explain why licking and slurping Venezia's soft, round breasts felt so right, but that didn't matter.
But Karmella stiffened, opened her eyes, and tried to back up all at once when she felt something firm and elastic rubbing against her vulvae. "Easy, dear," Venezia said quietly. "Don't be alarmed; this is what you need."
"Are you really sure?" she asked in a faint voice. Her face looked completely undecided. The young woman was panicking, but she was also strongly aroused, as well as intrigued by how events were happening.
"Would you like me to check with the cards one more time?" Venezia asked kindly.
Karmella didn't want to say yes or no. She dropped her gaze. Why did she have to choose between the honorable and the pleasurable? This was a choice to avoid.
"I can check with just one hand," Venezia said, offering Karmella a way out of the predicament. "You keep doing what you're doing, my dear, and I'll keep doing what I'm doing. Let's see what will happen if we stop now."
With the middle finger of her left hand, the dark-haired spiritist turned over the Knave of Coins.
"It wouldn't be wise to quit until you're satisfied," Venezia interpreted. "At minimum, you risk wasting much of the money you've already put into the wedding preparations." She teased Karmella's swollen, slavering pussy lips with her ample synthetic cock. The little redhead's arms and legs displayed goose bumps.
"How about if we keep going?" Venezia wondered aloud. She had to concentrate to keep her voice smooth and authoritative; Karmella had gone back to suckling and the sensations were fantastic.
The tarot manipulator revealed the next card.
"Oh, the Hierophant!" she mock-exclaimed. "You will grow mentally and emotionally if we continue. The experience will only benefit you."
A nervous half-smile appeared on Karmella's cute face. She simply concentrated her energy on the task of making love, just as Venezia had directed. Her fingers and her mouth resumed their motions.
Capitulation! Her strong lower body surging forward, Venezia wriggled and pumped, working her favorite dildo into her client's youthful cunt. Because of the need for leverage, Venezia had to regretfully take her hyper-sensitive nipples from Karmella's lipstick-painted mouth.
Long and flexible as the firm double-cock toy was, the brunette woman easily maneuvered herself and her thrall into a position where they were seated, facing one another, legs spread wide, on Venezia's fleece-draped leather sofa. Karmella let her hips beginning thrusting as they pleased. Venezia grinned at the young woman's energy. She slowed Karmella with a gentle hand on Karmella's pelvis. After pausing the action long enough to put Karmella's calves over Venezia's shoulders, the pair started to fuck in earnest.
Wishing she had done this a long time ago, Venezia surged rhythmically forward, incrementally pushing the toy farther into them both. The pretty little orange-haired woman across from her matched the rhythm perfectly. She was in great shape, but because of her elevated legs, she had very little leverage and had to rely mostly on her arms (and slightly on her abs and hip flexors) to provide power for her gyrations. Working these muscles made her begin sweating. The shine of her sweat on her lithe body accentuated her girlish beauty.
Venezia's somewhat plumper body also began to sweat, showing off her smooth skin to great effect. Venezia had a goal. Driving herself and her customer toward greater pleasure with each thrust, she concentrated on taking more of the dildo, lessening the space that separated her from Karmella.
It wouldn't take much longer! Karmella panted and sank back on her elbows. She might have had an orgasm already; her beautiful lower torso was quivering enticingly. She and Venezia were nearly touching....
The jolt of Venezia's clitoris bumping into Karmella's soft pussy lips shoved Venezia over the edge. She nearly screamed as her stuffed vagina pulsed and spasmed in ecstasy. Karmella's clit slapped against Venezia's labia just a thrust or two later. With her remaining strength, the bride-to-be threw herself forward into her tarot reader's embrace.
The women's groins kept making little thrusts while they came together, kissing and fondling and squeezing and squirming.
And all the while they tried to calm their stimulated nerves, Karmella kissed and caressed Venezia. "I know you were right. I feel so much better," the spoiled redhead murmured. "I couldn't imagine marrying without doing this. You were right. Thank you so much, you don't know what this means to me."
Amused and a little dazed, Venezia gingerly tugged the dildo from her own pussy, then from Karmella's. The little princess kept kissing her the entire time.
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"Thank you so much for coming to my reception!" Karmella screeched, hopping on her toes and hugging Venezia. "The wedding's been perfect, just the way you said!"
Self-fulfilling prophecy, Venezia thought, showing Karmella an innocent smile. "You look radiant, my dear," she said.
"Oh, thank you! And you know, my friend Carolina's getting married next year. Let me introduce you!"
A tall, leggy blonde in a tight salmon-colored dress primly shook hands with Venezia. Venezia nearly drooled.
"I hope you can advise me about my wedding," Carolina said. Her full lips and sparkling, violet-shadowed blue eyes betrayed a trace of haughty superiority.
"I'd love to help you just the way I helped Karmella," said Venezia, already undressing the blonde beauty with her eyes.
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