THE BRIDESMAIDS
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly-fitted cut highlighting the budding curves of her slender sixteen-and-a-half year old body – her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute bubble-butt. Helen was a very pretty and attractive teenager even in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classically-simple and elegantly-shaped sheath of satin, she looked absolutely eatable – and I had plans to do just that. We two had been the maids of honour at the marriage of my sister, Samantha, to Helen’s brother, James. The bride and groom had met five years ago when attending the same university, and were now aged twenty-five. I am three years and seven months younger than Samantha, and a college student myself these days, …