She motioned for me to give Angela's plump ass a spank, but I didn't do it.

I looked around me at the work of yesterday. My art, the effort of hand and eye. I saw the henna paste had long ago flaked off and the reddish stains had darkened to a luscious mahogany brown. Moving over to Tasha I took her hand and looked over the designs. I had spaced hers further apart to make her darker skin contrast. The dark stain had taken well and even with her chocolate skin tone the patterns showed well. She too gave me a hug. When our heads were close she whispered into my ear.

"Madeline's a mess."

I gave a little nod.

Moving over to the bride to be, I made a pretext of looking over the henna but I was looking over her. Her decorated hands were shaking, and she had a paleness to her skin that made my darker images stand out.

"Maddy?" When she looked up her eyes were red. "What is it?"

"I don't know if I can do this. Why oh why did I ever agree to this? I don't even like wearing a bikini to the beach! How can I stand naked in front of my parents, friends, strangers and a preacher? Oh, what was I thinking? Jim's having the time of his life and I'm going to be sick."

I was about to try and give an answer when there was a tap on the door. A male voice came through the cheap wooden partition. "Wedding time, ladies."

Behind me, the other bridesmaids began to either finish disrobing or began putting on the simple white terry cloth robes they would wear out to where the ceremony was going to take place, in the flower garden. Glancing back I saw familiar skin appearing.

"Give us a moment, please?" I asked when they were ready and Madeline had not even begun to undress. Angela began to say something boisterous, but Tasha took her arm and led her out the room whispering to her the whole time. Jen gave me a smile, a nod and then pulled the door closed behind her.

The tears began the moment the door closed.

Hugging my best friend in the world to me, I offered the comfort of what a shoulder and a few soft words could give. I listened as she told me how she had not slept last night, how she had been sick twice this morning, how she was not feeling like a bride but like a stripper. What words of mine would help when she told me how Jim had sent her texts all morning about how much he was looking forwards to this, how happy he was, and how sexy he thought the whole "Nude Wedding" was going to be? I tried to find some helpful words, none the less.

There was another knock on the door. Another urging to join the wedding.

When Madeline began to remove her clothing I felt like a rapist to be helping her. I gave fake smiles as I helped adjust her veil, the only article of clothing she had. She quickly donned the soft, white robe. The thing cloth around her seemed to give her the courage to go face the new life she was getting herself into.

I handed her the white lily bouquet; most likely her mother's choice. Madeline hates lilies. She looked at it, tears still hovering behind those lovely eyes.

"Maybe I can use this to hide behind?"

My gaze went to her breasts covered by terry cloth. "You will need more flowers."

She gave a chuckle that was half sob. "Well, quick call the florist! I guess I'm ready." She looked at me still fully dressed. "Come on Ragi, nudy girl time."

"I'll be right there."

I watched her leave. Standing there, white robe in hand, I knew that was what I was really doing today. She was leaving me behind. My Maddy, my best friend in the world was going to soon be gone. The parts of her I have loved since we first met were going to be suppressed by her new life till the woman I loved was but a pale shadow. Looking down at that fistful of white bathrobe, I crunched the material in my fists but made no change to the soft cloth. Suddenly I tried to tear it, to rip it. Nothing I did made any difference, all my strength useless against the fabric. That was how everything felt at the moment.

Nothing I did would make the least change today.

The knock on the door, this time, was less pleasant. Impatient. The world wanted to see me naked.

** ** ** ** ** **

My white sandals crunched the gravel of the path underfoot as I walked through flowers. Hundreds, thousands. All bright shades and frilly leafed. Their normal growth trimmed and shaped to make them more appealing to the eyes of the viewer. Tamed, perhaps to make them more vibrant, but tamed all the same. And, there in the middle of the garden by a white gazebo, were the most beautiful flowers of all. My friends.

And the rest of the wedding party and guests. Weeds?

The full extent of my artwork was on display. Bare skin in abundance. Each bridesmaid held a cluster of flowers, also lilies, in hand. I saw that the groomsmen each had been given a small wreath of greenery. The groom, Jim, had his on his head, like a crown of Roman leaves. And he was standing like he was the very Cesar. As I approached I noticed his eyes taking in every hip and curve of the other ladies, and that hint of a smile lurking in his eyes told me something. That had been part of Jim's idea for this, getting to see Madeline's friends naked.

When I approached, I saw his eyes cut to me. Jim nudged the arm next to him and a grin of anticipation pass between him and his best man, Mark.

There was a white folding chair to one side and I saw the robes piled there. Moving over to it I took a deep breath and untied my white robe. When I shed the covering, I got the expected response.

"Ah, Ragi?" Tasha made a pass over her body and then pointed to me.

"Hey, what's up?"

My eyes went to Jim and I leveled him a look of scorn. Walking past the other bridesmaids, no explanations given but a shared smile for Jen, I stopped in front of Madeline. The confused look in her eyes was pitiable. I let my eyes slide down the length of her nude body, seeing my artwork displayed on the loveliest of canvases. I saw the flush to her skin as my eyes came back up and met hers. Madeline bit her bottom lip then looked at my short dress.

"Ragini honey, you're supposed to be naked. Remember?"

Reaching up I lifted her veil back from in front of her face, revealing those beautiful eyes, pools so deep I wanted to go swimming in them all night. I let myself take in every last freckle on her nose, every eyelash, every curve of her lips.

"I am naked. Now and forever." Looking over at my friends I knew this might lose me all of them, well not one. Jen's gaze met mine with assurance. She would be there to pick up the pieces of my shattered life. When I looked back at my best friend I smiled at Maddy's confusion. Then I raised my voice so all could hear. "Madeline, I'm a lesbian. I always have been. And, I've always been in love with you."

A hushed silence killed the scattering of whispers that had been drifting to us from the wedding audience. I didn't waste a glance to see what any of them looked like. To see if their faces were full of disgust ... that familiar disgust I knew from the past. I didn't care about their opinions of me. Nor did I care any longer about the vile opinions of those that had thrown me out into the world. No, the only face I watched was the one before my eyes. I interrupted her before her parted lips found speech.

"This marriage is a bad thing for you. It will end tears." I gave her a sad smile. "When you're ready to see that and to leave Jim, I will be there for you."

Her mouth sprang open when I used the two flowers in my bridesmaid's bouquet to caress her rose-wine nipple, making it perk. Madeline's henna patterned hand sprang to cover that breast.

Near to laughing at the look on her face, I let the twin white flowers I held fall to lay at her feet.

"I've never liked lilies either. And I would have never embarrassed you in public like this gaandu behind me." My own henna covered hand brushed her cheek. "We're a lot alike I think."

Before she could stop me, I leaned those last few feet and placed a soft kiss, upon lips I have longed to kiss for years. It was fleeting but will remain in my mind forever. Leaving her shocked to her core and speechless, I passed the other bridesmaids. Jen caught my hand and gave it a squeeze. Tasha looked at me uncertainly. Angela ... Angela had that look that I knew so well. And she, unlike Madeline, was not at a loss for words.

"Never would have taken you for a lezzy." Angela curled her lip a bit, almost as if she smelled something rank. "Makes my skin crawl now to know how much I let you touch me, yesterday."

Stopping in front of her I took a deep breath. Turning my head slightly, I looked her up and down. "Angela, I hate to tell you this ... but that dress makes you look really fat."

Jen's giggling laughter followed me down the aisle as I left the wedding.

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