Lucy run her finger over the icing of the cake and licked it clean. Today was her sister's wedding day. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her sister’s life and she was supposed to happy for her.

Though wedding or any other family occasion, these celebrations had never suited her, much like the pink flamingo bridesmaid dress she was wearing, picked out by the bride’s mother-in-law. As bridesmaid she had no choice but to attend, pulling faces into her uncle’s camcorder as she passed him down the isle.

“You’re so photogenic Lucy! The Camera loves you!” he told her as they left the church toward the limos parked at the bottom of the stony entrance to the Church.

Much to her uncle’s surprise, Lucy shunted the £3,000 worth of digital camera with her hand and turned away with an evil smirk. At least he left her alone after that, she really didn’t want photographic evidence of her in the marshmallow outfit! This was her third time as a bridesmaid and by far the worst bridesmaid dress yet!

“Third times a bridesmaid never a bride” she sighed, and put the last bite of fruit cake into her mouth. Well there was no hope of her ever getting married if any man saw her in this dress and she knew the collection of wedding photo’s would be plastered on every wall of her parents house. Her uncle would come to understand, she was sure of it.

And where would her wedding photo‘s go if there was no space left? She pondered the thought as she watched the couples dancing to a familiar 80’s love song, bride and groom included, whispering sweet nothings as the moved against each other. It wouldn’t be so bad if the brother in law wasn’t as ‘perfect’ as he was. She’d longed to find someone to adore her as he did her sister! She huffed and put her glass to her lips; a sip resulting in a slug until the glass was empty!

It was a full moon but even in her tipsy state she was able to appreciate the beauty of it. Its reflection mystified her and being drawn she begin to step closer to the edge.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you!” a voice called out from behind her.

With a fluster she turned, her heel slipping in the mud and down the slope toward the lake! One wet foot she lost her balance and fell forward, both hands landing in the mud. She looked up, furiously embarrassed by the laughter coming form the rather handsome guy in a black suit.

She barged past him, making her way to the hotel in a un-lady like fashion. Grinning, he followed her even though it was obvious she couldn’t care less, for some reason she intrigued him and he liked it.

Ignoring him, she continued through the hall leaving muddy footprints behind her and went into the ladies toilets. She stopped at the sink and washed her hands clean, mumbling a curse at the pure ignorance of any man unable to recognise a woman in distress when they saw one.

Lucy rolled her eyes “What?” she called out and looked up into the mirror above the basin. Her dark hair, once in ringlets was now ring-less and falling around her shoulders, her makeup though still stood the test of time, apart from her lipstick. She lifted her head and took in the smell of lavender.

She snorted, “Rather late than never!” she said under her breath.

“What?” he asked from the other side of the door.

“Doesn’t look too bad?”

Lucy looked up in the mirror to see the guy standing behind her. She turned to face him, using the basin to lean on. Now that she had him under the light she was able to take him in, and she realised he was much better looking than she’d thought earlier.

“You do know this is the ladies, right?” she smirked, still holding her chest from the fright he’d given her.

“No, really?” he pretended to be surprised by looking around at the pink decor.

She smirked at his response and watched him, all the while growing more curious as to why he was so bothered about her. Reluctant to show it she turned again taking some tissue to wipe the shoe clean. It wasn’t a mare 10 seconds later that she looked up into the mirror again to see him watching her from behind… or more to the point watching her ass as she bent over at the sink.

“Like what you see do you?” she said and pouted, again working on her shoe.

“NO?” she exclaimed and turned again to face him. “NO?” she asked again, saddened by his response.

“Yes?” she asked wide eyed.

“Yes! I’ve been watching you since I saw you go for the camera man. You throw a mean punch!”

“I know you like to pretend you don’t care what I think, or anyone else for that matter but the way you’re looking at me right now say’s otherwise” he interrupted her train of thought.

Lucy stared at him even harder making it clear he was right and she didn’t like it and then turned again in spite. This was crazy, how could she be so attracted so soon? She could only assume it was the champagne, it was free after all, she reasoned! But before she could separate herself from her drunken desires and logic she felt the heat of his body behind her and his hand slide around her waist.

Lucy’s eye’s blinkered against his touch, it was as if she had felt it before and her body reacted to the familiar embrace. “What are you doing?” she said, her voice low and husky.

“Shh!” he hushed her and with his free hand he gently rolled her head to one side so he could kiss along her neck.

As his lips travelled down she let out a pleasant sigh and watched his hands in the mirror move to where she could no longer see them. A master so it seemed, Lucy couldn’t deny that this was what she wanted, she knew it the moment she saw his face in the mirror and now feeling his fingers sneak under her pink dress and up her thigh, she couldn‘t do anything but surrender.

His fingertips tiptoed all the way up until stopping at the waistband of her underwear. Lucy wanted to turn to face him, but he held her still as he slowly slipped his palm underneath the garment and down between her legs and over her soft mound.

A head of dark hair fell back onto his shoulder as her body automatically rocked against him and his already aching groin. Again and again he rubbed against her, not touching where she wanted him to, painfully teasing until she was breathless with desire for him.

“Ah, fuck!” Lucy breathed, now losing control of her mouth as well as her body, and when she heard the sound of his zipper of his trousers come down she felt a bolt of excitement run through her causing her body to weep for him.

He lifted the back of her dress and pulled her knickers down just enough to allow access. He eagerly reached inside his trousers, gently rubbing his hand up and down his hard shaft a few times before gently sliding himself inside her, making her moan at the tightness.

Lucy instantly wanted more of him and bent over the basin lifting her ass up to allow him to reach deeper inside her, and then held onto the taps of the sink for support. That’s when he began thrusting faster, back and forth, gliding in and out, humming against her as her body tightened around him.

Mixed breaths, whimpering and huffing, Lucy looked up in the mirror one more time to see him looking back at her with something she‘d longed to see - it was desire, hewanted her, and at that moment she felt her body clench and then shake as he thrust and released himself inside of her.

The waves continued right up until his final thrust where he moaned and rest his head on her back out of breath. Lucy let go of the taps, her hands falling helpless in front of her.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and lifted himself up. Lucy turned to see him in all his glory and before he had time to stop her she reached forward taking it in her hand.

He felt her hand stroke up and down his still aching shaft, ticking the tip before repeating the motion.

Lucy held her hand still, allowing the name to sink in. “Sean, as in my brother is laws brother Sean?”

Lucy didn’t speak, she simply stared at him.

She smiled at the sound of his voice speaking her name, and began to tease him again.

“And you do realise, this is my third time a bridesmaid?” she raised an eyebrow, curious to know if he believed in the old wives tale or not.

“That’s lucky for me then!”

“Why?” she asked confused.