My Best Friend’s Bachelor Party
My best friend Jarod was getting married. Yes, I’m one of those girls with a guy as a best friend. We have been friends since we were about 10 and we became so close that no one really believed that we weren’t ever more or at least never fooled around with each other. So we never did, but we did tell each other everything. We valued one another’s opinions and wouldn’t even maintain a relationship if the other didn’t like them. So, yes, I approved of his bride-to-be and she was comfortable with Jarod’s friendship with me.
Since I was considered one of the guys, and actually the best “man”, I threw him his bachelor party. I rented a party bus so everyone started with shots at my house while we waited for it to arrive. We were already feeling pretty tipsy by the time the bus pulled up. All 16 of us piled in. It was a pretty tight fit. Jarod sat down, grabbed a hold of my waist, and pulled me down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held on to me tightly as the bus started moving.
“Thanks for doing this for me Brooke,” he said, “it means a lot to me.”
I turned to look at him and with a smile, I said, “Of course! I love you and I want everything to be perfect for you.” He gave me a little kiss on my bare shoulder blade and a little squeeze of a hug.
We headed to a dance club where I had rented us a VIP room. Drinks were consumed and shots were downed. Everyone was feeling great! I made sure cups stayed full and shots were brought out about every 20 minutes or so. On the dance floor, Jarod was having a blast dancing away with friends and family. One of his friends moved up behind me as one moved in front, sandwiching me between them. While we were dancing I caught Jarod watching us with a jealous look on his face. What the fuck!! That’s the last thing I would have ever expected to see from him. He turned to walk off the dance floor and I followed after him.
By the time I caught up to him, he had walked into our private room. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked as I entered behind him. “Nothing,” he said, “I’m fine.” “No, I know you, Jarod. Something is bothering you. This night is about you…I’m not going to let it go badly.” “Fine, you want to know what’s wrong?” he asked. Before I could answer he took my arm and pulled me into him for the deepest, most intense kiss I have ever experienced. By the time we parted, we were both breathless. “I love you, Brooke, I know we are best friends but I couldn’t get married knowing that I had never told you how I felt or getting to experience that kiss.”
I was still speechless.
Finally, I stumbled out, “What, when, I mean…Where did this come from?” He looked at me and said, “I’ve felt this way for a while but didn’t want to mess up our friendship. But I’m getting married, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you and wondering if I am making a mistake.” “Well, um…I love you too Jarod. I don’t know what you want me to do, or say, but I’m a little confused right now,” I replied. I didn’t want to mess up a marriage that hadn’t even begun, even if I had deeper feelings for my best friend that I wasn’t sure I should even admit to him.
We were interrupted by the announcement that the club was closing. We all piled back onto the bus and once again, I was on Jarod’s lap. His hand slid up my skirt rubbing my slick folds through my panties. I was grinding on his hand and felt his cock grow hard beneath me. I leaned forward pretending that I had something to say to the person in front of us. As I sat back down, his cock was out and pointed right at my tight opening. I sat back down, all the way, impaling myself on his thick shaft.
Holy shit, he was a big boy!
He stretched out my tight cunt so far that it almost hurt. As the bus continued its bumpy drive, I felt him deeper and deeper on every bump we hit. I was grinding my tight pussy on him right there on the bus, surrounded by everyone without them even noticing.
Harder and deeper he went as I started to grip him tighter, he could feel my orgasm on him even though I stayed quiet. The feeling of my walls tightening on him sent him over the edge. I felt his thick cock pulsing inside of me as he spilled his seed deep inside of my unprotected snatch. We were at his house already…how did we get here so fast? He pulled out of my dripping pussy, righted himself and my dress, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for tonight,” he said, “call me when you get home.” And then he turned and walked off the bus. Did he get married? How unprotected was my little pussy? So many things left unsaid…want to know more? Give me a call…I’ll tell you all the kinky little details. Or stay tuned for the next story.
