THE HEN PARTY
by
E.B. Starpointer
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The Hen Party
Copyright © 2011 by E.B. Starpointer
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For Courtney’s hen party, I volunteered to be the designated driver. Actually, ‘volunteered’ might be too strong of a word. I was pretty much forced into the job by default.
There were supposed to be six of us going out to celebrate Courtney’s last days as a single lady. We decided to meet at her and her fiancé’s apartment after work. That way we could go out as a group. We could stay out late, party up a storm, and then come back to the apartment and crash hard. But thanks to rush hour traffic, I was the last one to get there. And wouldn’t you know it, everyone started pre-gaming before I arrived. When I walked in the door, there was an empty bottle of tequila on the table, and they made it very clear that it was completely full only minutes ago. I had nothing to drink yet, and the maid-of-honor Melissa was already starting to stumble quite a bit. I didn’t want to, but I grabbed her keys and vowed off alcohol for the safety of my friends. Although at first I was angry that they started partying without me, I got over it pretty quickly. And within minutes, the six of us headed out.
We all jumped into Melissa’s SUV and immediately put the heat on. It was a chilly night but the idea was that the bridal party would all wear little black dresses and Courtney would be in all white with a tiara, sashes, plastic necklaces, and anything else we could find to make her stand out. It was the first time I ever drove an SUV, and to be honest it felt very empowering! A big difference from the tiny little hybrid sedan I normally drove.
From the end of happy hour to just before closing time, we partied for the entire evening. Starting out at a sports bar, we had a few sleazy gentlemen buy my friends shots of Tuaca. After realizing they didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hooking up, the men left and the bar quieted down. We proceeded to the Men’s Dance Club, which is an upscale strip club about a block east. These men were paid not to touch, so we all felt very secure to let our inhibitions go a little bit. We each allowed a pretty lengthy lap dance, particularly by this one quite muscular gentleman. By this point however, the girls had hit their point where realistically they should have been cut off. We finished the night at the bull rider’s bar, where Courtney took her chances riding the mechanical bull. She lasted a solid several minutes, and impressed all the men ogling over what they would never get. Her dress did ride up pretty darn high, but aside from a few whistles and cat calls, it was all in good fun. I would consider the night a success, and it seemed like Courtney had fun. Everyone else, well, whatever, I didn’t really care what they thought.
When I pulled the SUV in front of Courtney’s apartment, all the girls slowly crawled their way out. They were being extremely loud, and I was struggling to keep them quiet, as to not wake the neighbors with our shenanigans. Collectively we were a complete mess. I actually had to assist Kathy and Tasha to walk properly. But once everyone was inside, it didn’t take long before the girls passed out. Kathy kicked off her heels, and fell face first into the couch. Lucy attempted to unzip her dress, but in doing so lost her balance and she fell on their floor where she stayed for the night. Tasha got cozy on the lazy-boy chair. Last but not least, Kim sat on one of the stools at the counter, put her head between her arms, and instantly was out like a light.
To be honest, I was a bit jealous. My friends lived it up tonight. Although I had fun, I felt like the outsider watching them escape reality from far away. I told Courtney that I was going to crash there at her apartment earlier in the day, but that was before I realized how drunk everyone was going to get. I took the opportunity to try to sneak out. But Courtney had none of it. She stopped me at the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked me, backing me up inside her apartment.
“Court, you’re great, you really are,” I said politely, “But I am quite tired and I don’t really think I’ll get a good night’s sleep here. I think I’m just going to head home.”
“Well before you do,” Courtney interrupted, “I just want to say thank you for what you did tonight.” I looked at her inquisitively. “Melissa fucked up really bad,” she added, “she was supposed to drive for all of us and she didn’t. You stepped up, and I really appreciate it.”
“I just wanted to do what I thought was best. You were entitled to a good time tonight,” I responded.
“So were you!” said Courtney, playfully slapping my arm. “I hope you had fun. I especially hope you had fun at the Men’s Dance Club!”
“I did,” I replied. “I was not quite expecting to get such up close action. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need a cold shower after that.”
“You need a cold shower? I was the one who rode the bull!” she retorted playfully. “You didn’t have about 30 men staring at your butt bouncing around!”
“It’s not like I was complaining,” I said longingly, but then I caught myself. Oh that was embarrassing. “I mean, no, that’s not what I meant, I’m so sorry. No that’s not what I meant at all! I, I think I spoke too much. I need to get out of here.” And just as I turned around to leave, Courtney reached for my shoulders and started kissing my neck. Starting with little pecks, she then buried her succulent lips into me. My knees buckled. I almost fell to the floor but she caught hold of me.
“What do you mean it wasn’t like you were complaining?” she asked as she came up for air. “You mean you liked what you saw?”
“You wouldn’t be angry if I said yes?” I asked in return.
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t be angry at all,” she whispered, and then continued to work on my neck. All the while, her hands crept up my body. When they reached my chest, she reached behind me and slowly unzipped my dress. “Would you be angry if I helped you out of this dress?” I didn’t even have time to answer. She pulled the zipper all the way down until it terminated just below my waist. She pushed the first strap of my dress down my left arm. And then after she pulled the right strap down, gravity took over. My dress fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my black bra, my black thong, and my black stilettos.
“Are you sure you meant to do that?” I asked.
“You can leave anytime you want,” she responded. I reached down and picked up my dress. I looked at her, then looked down at me, then back at her. I didn’t even have to think about it. I threw my dress over to the corner of the room and kissed Courtney with pure passion. “I was hoping that’s what you’d choose,” she said smiling.
Courtney pulled me by my hand into her bedroom. She went over to the TV and put on a relatively smooth Pandora station. Then she sat down on her bed, and then pulled me directly over her.
“I want to see you feel the music inside you. Would you dance for me?” she asked seductively. I shook my head and started shimmying over her. I don’t know what came over me, but at that moment I didn’t have an inhibition in the world. I danced better than anyone we’ve patronized all evening, and I knew it. I felt the sexiest I ever felt in my life. The more I danced, the more I know I was teasing Courtney. It was her day, she needed the attention. Also the more I danced, the more I could tell she wanted to take advantage of me. I didn’t mess around. I quickly lost my bra and then after a moment peeled off my soaking wet underwear. I got as close as I had been all night by thrusting my pelvis at her eye level. All she had to do was hold me still, and she could take whatever she wanted from me. The more I pushed my sopping wet juicy pussy in front of her, the more she started drooling. She was hot, sweaty, and shaking from holding back. I just kept going, leaving nothing to the imagination.
That was it. With a loud catlike growl, she pulled me down on the bed. Removing her shirt and then quickly throwing her skirt on the floor, she fell onto me and started kissing me with great intensity. I unhooked her bra, and she quickly slipped it off. She slid over next to me and sloppily started nibbling on my nipples, oh how good that felt!
My entire body felt electrified at that moment. Not feeling a single inhibition, I started gliding my hands around my hot, moist body until I reached my slit. I had never pleasured myself in front of another woman before, but I never wanted to start more than I did right then.
“Oh that’s hot,” Courtney whispered. “You sure know how to work it, girl. I have a bunch of toys, you want some help?”
“That would be fun,” I added.
“Well, when you put it that way,” she said before interrupting herself. Courtney stood up, peeled off her thong, then reached into her nightstand and pulled out her bullet vibrator. She immediately gave it to me.
“Ever use one of these?” she asked me.
“No, never,” I replied.
“Well there’s a first time for everything,” she added. She reached over and pulled out a smaller plastic toy for herself. After she laid down, we fired them up, and got to work on ourselves. There was such an exhilarating feeling about using Courtney’s toy. It just kept making me wetter and wetter, almost to the point that keeping it place was difficult. I would let myself dry out for a bit, and then upon seeing Courtney pleasuring herself next to me with her long, tan legs spread out wide on her bed, I jumped back into it.
This made me think about Courtney’s fiancé. He was one of the luckiest sons of bitches I ever knew. He got to make love to this lady on a regular basis. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about their wedding night. I imagined his powerhouse of a cock pounding Courtney all night long. His muscular arms and ripped chest manhandling my close friend and making her feel like a real woman. I imagined the load he would shoot into his brand new wife, over and over again. And that pushed me over the edge. After a fairly massive squirt of my love juices, my entire body pulsated with pleasure. This in turn pushed Courtney over the edge. She didn’t squirt, but damn if she didn’t scream louder than I’ve ever heard that girl scream.
Tasha and Kim came running in from the living room, fully dressed and completely plastered out of their gourd.
“Are you okay?” yelled Kim as she opened the door. The first image they were greeted with were two of their best friends, completely naked, with vibrators in their hands and sweat pouring down their bodies.
“We’re fine,” said Courtney. “If you two want to take the bed now, you’re more than welcome.”
“Oh, no, you’re fine, thanks!” said Kim, although they were laughing on their way out of the room.
“I think we just got busted,” I said still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” said Courtney with a laugh. “But what are they going to do about it? Tell my fiancé? He’ll wish we videotaped it! Maybe next time.” And with that, Courtney turned off the light in the bedroom and pulled the covers over her body. After a workout like that, it was goodnight time.
Wait a second. Did she just say “maybe next time?”
THE END
The Hen Party
Copyright © 2011 by E.B. Starpointer
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