"Ooo, I think I remember them" Jonny spoke to himself as spotted some people in the gardens. Or more specifically, some targets.
There were a trio of girls gathered by a large fountain, blissfully chatting the world away in the the midday sun. He had seen them all somewhere before, though one of them was very much on the same nostalgia scale as the bride to be.
Lynette Satchell sat on the right hand side of the group, listening intently while the others spoke. He hadn't seen much of her since his school days, her cute face and lovely figure (particularly her nice ass) being the subject of many schoolboy fantasies.
Since school, she had gone straight into work, meeting a guy pretty early on and moving out of town. From what he gathered off of her sparse social media, the two had a young daughter together. Yet here she was now, still looking like a fantasy in her white blouse and floral skirt.
Next to her were 2 girls Jonny didn't know personally, but were those he identified through browsing Zoey's socials. One was Emily, a slim but cute white girl who Zoey befriended in college, whilst the other was Tara, a curvy Indian girl who'd been Zoeys childhood friend despite never attending the same senior school.
They both led the conversation, looking very appealing in their little summer dresses and sunhats. Being so close to the bride and with no sisters he knew of in her family, Jonny could only assume that these 3 were part of her bridesmaids ensemble.
"Well picked Zoey. Some attractive ladies, but not enough to quite top your looks. Very sly" he chuckled as he continued watching. They seemed like a good place to start, knowing they'd bring him closer to the bride himself and any activities they had planned pre wedding day.
Then again, they were only part of a pretty healthy guestlist. A few more people scattered the gardens, enjoying the sunshine. They were obviously people either Zoe or her husband to be knew. He could only assume that more would be arriving soon as well.
Jonny could only feel like a kid in a high class sweet shop. It was only where he could dip his hands in first that was holding him back.
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