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"Well," said Sammy, surveying the room, "I think we've used up just about everything in here, so now it's time to take advantage of room service."

We ordered champagne and oysters, which arrived on a silver tray. I'd never had oysters before, and Sammy showed me how to eat them, putting the shell to my lips and tipping my head back so that they slid down my throat. "Just let it glide down," she advised. "A bit like swallowing after a blow job."

When Sammy ate oysters, she looked elegant and sexy whereas I failed the first couple of attempts and got more shellfish up my nose than into my mouth. Sammy leaned over and helped me out: putting her hand under my chin, she tenderly tipped my head back at the right angle, and I swallowed the delicate muscle and liquor down whole. When I finally did it properly, I was instantly hooked on the salty, slippery sexiness of oysters. I made a mental note to order some of these when Steve and I were on our honeymoon.

Our next course was a steak dinner, washed down with velvety red wine and followed by gorgeous sugar-sweet strawberries and freshly whipped cream, which Sammy and I fed to each other with our fingers. Stuffed and happy, we retired to the bed, where we sat cross-legged, drinking a little more wine, reminiscing about the past, and talking about the future.

At around midnight, I felt my eyelids begin to get heavy. "I think that just about does it for me tonight. I'm tired," I said. "Mind if we go to sleep? If ever there was a night I needed my beauty sleep, it's tonight."

We both brushed our teeth and changed into our night things. Sammy wore a tank-and-shorts set that showed off her slender, boyish figure to perfection. I debuted the negligee I had been saving for my wedding night but was so beautiful I couldn't resist wearing it. It was made of white silk with a lace trim that scooped up my breasts and pushed them together, giving me full, round cleavage. If you looked closely (which I hoped Steve would), you could see the outline of my pink nipples through the sheer fabric.

Sammy gave me a wolf whistle when she saw me. "Here comes the bride!" she said from her side of the four-poster bed. "That's beautiful. Steve won't be able to resist you."

I turned out the light, but neither of us could sleep; we were too excited about the day that lay ahead of us. So we talked some more. Gradually the conversation turned to sex, like it always does when two female friends chat for long enough.

"I think it's so beautiful what you're doing," Sammy said wistfully. "I don't know if I could make that kind of commitment."

"But you and Jez are rock solid," I said.

"Oh, I know that," she replied. "There's just so much I want to do, I'm not sure if you can do it with just one person."

"Like what?" I said, curious.

"I don't know. Just stuff. I haven't experimented that much, and maybe I should. Like, I've never been with a woman, I've never had a threesome, I've never let anyone fuck me in the ass…" I started giggling, suddenly aware of Sammy's warm presence in the bed beside me. I became uncomfortable and excited as vivid visions of my best friend doing all these things ran through my mind before I could stop them.

"Have you ever?" she said in a too-loud voice that was probably meant to sound casual. In fact, it sounded anything but. "Been with a woman, I mean?"

"You know I haven't!" I laughed. "I'd have told you if I had!"

"But have you thought about it?" said Sammy. She wasn't going to let this topic go. "Have you fantasized about it? I have. I have the most explicit dreams about fucking women. Ones I know. Sometimes my dreams are so sexy that I wake up and I'm actually coming. Don't you have dreams like that?"

"Well… yes…" I replied, wondering exactly which women Sammy had fantasized about being with. "Thinking about it, or watching it, or reading about it can be sexy. But there's a difference between thinking something and actually doing it. Some fantasies are better left as just that. What if the real thing isn't as hot as you'd like it to be?"

"Oh, I think it would be," said Sammy. "In fact, I think it'd be pretty fucking amazing. Even talking about it with you is getting me turned on right now."