Author's Note: This story is a short piece about a bachelorette party in Nashville where things didn't go as planned.
I attempted to write the story from a 'first person,' female perspective which is new to me. My goal is to learn to alter my writing style in a way that women can appreciate the story hopefully as much as men. If you're a female reader and you finish the story, please take a moment to leave a comment or send a message letting me know what you think as well as suggestions for improvement.
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"Stop, sis! Take a deep breath, slow down and tell me everything. From the beginning."
Clara did as her sister instructed, then put the phone back to her ear and began.
"I have no idea what came over me! Here I sit at the edge of the chair, with my throbbing head in my hands and I can't seem to make sense of it. I understand what I did and I can recall every vivid detail but the 'why' eludes me. Maybe it's the pounding headache from all the drinking but maybe, I just need to play through it one more time and it will make sense.
All last week, I had been so excited for the big bachelorette trip to Nashville. We girls are all in our early thirties now and jobs have spread us out to various places, but this trip was going to be extra special and bring us together again after a long time apart. Amy was the first of us to be engaged and we wanted to celebrate in the one city where hot bachelorettes were welcomed with open arms: Nashville!
I flew in along with a few of the girls on Wednesday and we met up with Chrissy, who happened to live in Nashville with her cute boyfriend, Josh. The days-long party wouldn't actually begin until Thursday night after everyone else arrived but those of us who were here Wednesday joined Chrissy and her boyfriend for dinner at their place.
I'd seen photos of Josh many times in Chrissy's posts, but this was the first time meeting him in person. Josh was also in his early thirties and was reasonably tall at around six foot even. He was trim with a somewhat muscular build that probably put his weight around a hundred and ninety pounds. Judging from pictures, I thought Josh had a cute, boyish face. I liked that he was clean shaven and kept his hair cut short, but it was his strong jawline I found most attractive.
Chrissy had always been a bit wild and slutty compared to me, but I still enjoyed our phone calls where she described for me how good Josh fucked her the night before or playfully woke her up by going down on her. Somehow, she always managed to work into the conversation that Josh had a thick, gorgeous, seven and a half inch tool that perfectly satisfied all her needs.
I admit, there were times I felt a twinge of envy. Especially lately because I hadn't had a boyfriend in more than three months, and I refused to become one of those women who slept around just to get my needs met. But despite my envy, I was, no, I am truly happy for Chrissy.
When I arrived at their place for dinner, Josh greeted me at the door and right away, I felt like there was chemistry between us. I'm more than certain he felt it too. The slight flush in his cheeks was probably the first sign but as he invited me in and as we introduced ourselves to each other, I couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his jeans.
He was very polite and sweet though. As he walked me to the backyard to join everyone, he politely asked how my trip was. He made me my favorite cocktail and was truly the perfect, charming host.
Both of us behaved throughout dinner and made no attempt to flirt with the other. For me, that was easy. I might have found him very appealing, but I'd never act on it with a man who was dating one of my best friends. In fact, had he attempted to flirt with me, I might very well have dimed him off to Chrissy. I've never been one to condone cheaters.
Despite us each seemingly being interested in one another, the night went well and there was only one event which I considered slightly inappropriate, but I wrote it off as us having too many drinks. There was a moment when I noticed him looking my way and rather than turn away, I met his gaze. I'm not even sure why I did it.
After a few seconds, Josh turned and tried to discreetly adjust himself but the movement was certainly discernible enough. When he looked back, he noticed that I hadn't stopped watching him and he actually blushed, knowing he'd been caught adjusting his hard on. Again, I'm not sure why but I gave him a slight smile. I guess it was my way of telling him it was okay but now I'm beginning to wonder if he interpreted it as me enjoying the thought of his erection. Was that the real reason I smiled?
Up until now, I assumed a guy like Josh was above my pay grade. He was a hunky guy, and I generally couldn't land guys of his caliber as boyfriends. Now, I've never considered myself unattractive by any means. For a five foot six, hundred and twenty five pound, spunky redhead, I consider myself a decent catch. Wait! Why am I talking like this? Like there's some possible love match here? There isn't!
Anyway, the following night, we all met downtown. Each of us got separate hotel rooms on Broadway for convenience. I had actually hoped to share a room to save a few dollars, but the other ladies all had in mind that they'd get lucky and when they did, they wanted no obstacles in their path.
Originally, Josh was going to drive Chrissy down, drop her off with us and pick her up later but we convinced them to get a room of their own so that Josh could chaperone us in the event we came across anyone unpleasant.
Josh was actually handling this whole trip of ours in such a great way. He had no issues with us taking his girlfriend out partying night after night and he was prepared to play Uber for us all as needed. Why couldn't I ever find a guy like him?
And it was obvious he didn't want to cramp our style but he agreed to come along with us, despite having to work early the next morning. He never complained once and I found his easy going attitude quite sexy.
Thursday night was surprisingly hopping with activity up and down Broadway. Busy as it was, we didn't have to wait in lines at the bars and things went well. All of us ladies got trashed but Josh wisely paced himself throughout the night. We had shots at each new bar and all of us spent time out on the dance floors making fools of ourselves as we had the time of our lives. Josh often stayed back to hold the table and watch purses but periodically, Chrissy hung back and forced Josh to dance with us.
Josh couldn't dance to save his life and being fairly sober probably didn't help. But being such a sweetheart, he took it all in stride just so the rest of us could have a wonderful time. I remember thinking then that if he weren't with Chrissy, I'd have a rough time not coming onto him. But I didn't because I knew that would be terribly wrong.
Now Chrissy has never been the jealous type but none of us had been out with her in a setting like this one since she started dating Josh. When Susie started grinding on Josh out on the floor, I recall thinking, 'oh shit' as I looked at Chrissy to see if she was seeing what I was. Not only was she seeing it but she swapped places with Tracy and joined Susie in tormenting the poor guy.
By the end of the night, all of us were hanging on Josh like a stripper's pole and making him dance with us nonstop. Not only did Chrissy love it but she actually seemed turned on by it. And she wasn't the only one. Maybe it was the drinks but I found myself reconsidering my rule about sleeping around just to get my needs met.
Of the large group of us, the only one who was behaving appropriately was Josh! He thought we were all silly and funny but he had no idea I was starting to look at him harder as the night wore on.
I don't remember us actually calling it a night, but I do recall Josh herding all of us back to our rooms. Again, Josh showed just how decent he was by making sure each lady was okay to be left alone before moving on to the next. He looked after us all like the gentleman he was.
My room was directly across from Josh and Chrissy so I went in with them first to ensure Chrissy was going to be okay. She had already thrown up in the ladies restroom earlier and needed a bed more than anyone. I hadn't gotten sick but I was definitely drunk. So much so that I laughed when Chrissy plopped down on the bed, rolled onto her belly and passed out.
Josh walked me to my room and as a sweet gesture, waited long enough to ensure I was going to be fine. A moment of clarity set in and it almost felt like time stood still. I finally had Josh all alone!
Looking into his eyes, I could see the same look I saw in them when I met him the evening before. He was as hungry as I was but I could tell his decency would never permit him to act on his feelings.
There was a carnel connection between us and we both knew it. Closing the distance, I embraced him in a long, wet, sloppy kiss. He tried to resist but I pinned him against the door and vigorously rubbed the bulge in his pants. Slowly, his strength faded and he stopped fighting me.
