Muse's Desire

Jasmine could not believe it.

Actually, she thought, as she pushed open the door and strode into the Ladie's Room, "it" was the wrong pronoun because it was singular, and she Jasmine could not believe a lot of things right now.

She could not believe that Pandora was getting married. She could not believe that she was Pandora's Maid of Honor. She could not even believe that she was now attending the wedding in a pink bridesmaid's dress.

She stepped into the bathroom, opened the stall and tried to figure out how to position herself on the toilet seat while wearing the bridesmaid's dress. She couldn't even believe how difficult that was.

Oh well. She had to admit that Pandora was a beautiful bride. She looked great in that white dress. (Even if a white dress was kind of inappropriate given Pandora's history).

Thinking about Pandora made her smile, as she dropped her panties around her ankles. It also gave her a sweet feeling right around her genitalia. God Pandora was wonderful! One half of her mind told her that she should not be doing this on Pandora's wedding day, but then the other half of her mind asked, Why not? I'll just be careful not to make too much noise.

She sighed and began to massage her clitoris. Mmm that was good! Not as good as when Pandora did it with her gentle fingertips, but still very good.

It's O.K. if I breathe deeply, she thought, as long as I don't cry out. Then, as she progressed, she decided that it was O.K. to cry out as long as she didn't do it too loud.

"Yes, oh Yes!" she cried out.

"Jasmine?" called a familiar voice from outside the stall.

Jasmine choked. She had done it too loud, and she realized that she had not bothered to lock the stall. The door opened and there stood Pandora in her gorgeoeus white dress with her beautiful blonde hair and elfin face. She tried to recover herself. "What are you doing here? You're the bride."

Pandora smirked. "Even brides need to shit. The question is what were you doing in there." She held up her dainty hand before Jasmine could reply. "Actually, I think I know, but I'm still a little surprised."

"Well," said Jasmine, "I figure, I'd better start practicing. I'm going to be doing it a lot now that you're married."

She hoped that Pandora would take that as a compliment, and by the look on Pandora's face, she did. "You know," said Pandora more tenderly, "I'm only doing it for you."

"I know," said Jasmine sadly.

Now Pandora smiled and pretended to get indignant. "Look at how much I do for you. Marrying that that- well, I hate to even call him a man, or even a human for that matter. What do you do for me?"

Jasmine shrugged. "I'm standing as your Maid of Honor."

"Anything else?"

"I-I'm wearing this pink dress in public."

There was a moment of silence. Then, both women burst into giggles."

"Come here," said Pandora pulling Jasmine towards her.

Jasmine was thrilled as Pandora inserted her tongue right into her mouth. It was so wonderful.

The two might have remained like that for quite some time, but then they heard another voice say, "Hey! What are you two doing?"

The two women turned to see, Kayla, the flower girl standing in the door of the stall. "I have to go really bad", she whined.