-This is a continuation of my first ever story, and there is at least one more chapter to add. Thanks to everyone for the positive comments and likes.-
I'll have to figure out how to make this into a multi-part story, but for now you can find the first part at:
Stuck at a Bachelorette Party
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Ethan lay in bed for a while. He was still exhausted, but now also grateful, confused, and lying in post-quickie wet spot made up from Anna's fluids, his cum and sweat. Knowing he couldn't possibly fall asleep right away, he decided to run across the hall for a quick shower. His sister couldn't fault him for just going to the bathroom for a quick shower after the day he had, right?. Plus, it would wash off the sex smell and help him to keep Anna's secret.
A hot, long shower helped Ethan recover from his stressful drive and the shock of what had just happened in his childhood room. Was that the first time he had ever had sex in that bed? He couldn't remember. When he finished washing, he turned the shower off and stood dripping for a long moment as the water ran off of him and his cock swelled as he revisited the way he had been used for pleasure by his older sister's friend. Ethan started when the door opened and he heard high-heeled shoes clip-clop across the room. A weight settled on the toilet, followed by a sigh and a powerful stream of urine into water. Shit, one of the bachelorette guests was having a dunk piss, unaware that he was in the room, at least for now. He stood stock still and silent behind the shower curtain so she could do her business and leave without a mortifying face-to-face meeting. In the quiet, he was suddenly aware of his still-raging boner, and prayed whoever it was wouldn't find him like this.
He heard the woman stand and the shoes clicked over to the sink, where the water ran for a few minutes. She seemed to pause for a moment and then directed her voice to the room, "Is someone in here? Anna, did you disappear for a quick shower to wash the stripper's spit off your tits? You dirty little slut."
For a moment, Ethan wondered whether the strippers had licked Anna's tits before or after she fucked him. His thoughts were interrupted when the mystery woman pulled the shower curtain back to reveal him standing silently within. The woman squealed as she looked at Ethan's naked body, then away, then back again. She clearly saw his erection, which had to make him look like a total perv, but there was nowhere to go. Ethan did his best to cover himself with his hands and said, "Hi Mia, how have you been?" in a sarcastically calm tone. "Could you grab me a towel?"
Mia turned and handed a towel over her shoulder without looking back again. "I.....didn't know you were here. I thought it was just the girls. I'm sorry. I'm SO sorry. I'm sorry." She was the kind of overly earnest that often comes with too many drinks, but that also might turn into anger if she revisited this moment later.
Ethan tried to stay on her good side by responding more normally as he wrapped the towel around himself. "It's okay. I'm not supposed to be here tonight, but I got caught in a storm on the way home and came straight here to crash out. Elizabeth said I could stay as long as I didn't bother you, so I've been hiding in my room all night until now. Sorry for the surprise. From what I hear there are plenty of naked men in this house, though."
"OMG, this is a girls' night. No boys and no judgement. But you're right, there are cocks all over this house. Mostly novelty gummies and hair bands, but a couple of real ones as well." She let out an awkward laugh, "I'm just glad it was me who found you and not one of the other ladies, they would have kicked your ass." The drunken earnestness returned to her voice. "I'll just go."
With that, Mia turned and clopped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Ethan replayed the moment in his mind. With her eyes mostly averted, Mia hadn't noticed Ethan's roving gaze, but he had gotten a good look at her outfit. She wore a tiny dress similar to Anna's, so he assumed all the ladies must have coordinated. Her neckline swooped down lower than Anna's, revealing a shocking amount of cleavage. The skirt was so short he was sure she would have to contort herself to hide her panties whenever she sat down, if anyone up there cared about that right now. To top it all off, her dress was white, and Ethan could easily see from her pokey nipples that she wasn't wearing a bra. If he had splashed the tiniest bit of water on her, he was pretty sure he could have seen everything. Ethan tapped the side of his boner and sighed as he watched it bounce back and forth with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. His sister was right that he shouldn't be here; tonight was her night to get crazy before her wedding, and he was a distraction. He was going to be stuck in his old room all night, though, because his dry clothes were still in the suitcase he'd left in the car, and the only way out was through the living room. Still, sex with Anna was pretty great, even if he was too tired to enjoy it as much as he should have.
Ethan heard a chorus of screams as Mia rejoined the party in the living room. He sighed and dried himself off before darting across the hall and back into his room. He put his boxers back on and slid under the covers, angling himself to the side to avoid lying in the wet spot. What a crazy day this had been. He wondered again if this could all be a dream as sleep overtook the noise of the party on the other end of the house.
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It was impossible to tell how long Ethan slept before his bedroom door opened brusquely and someone flicked the lights on. His sister must have found out about him and Anna, and he was about to get his ass chewed out. Or maybe she found out about him and Mia in the bathroom. Shit. He was fucked either way.
Ethan was relieved when the voice he heard was more timid. "Oh, sorry. I was just looking for the bathroom." He recognized his sister's friend Julie, who also wore a short party dress, this one in shimmering blue. Her long legs went all the way up, as they say, and the dress's fabric hugged her slim body. Julie had never been the most outgoing of Elizabeth's friends, maybe because she was the tallest of the group and had always worn glasses. Even tonight, her hair was up in a simple bun dressed up with some loose, curled strands, and her makeup was more subdued than the other women he had seen. The overall vibe was of a homebody dragged out on the town with her friends, the impression reinforced by the sash she wore over one shoulder. It read "Kiss the Designated Driver", with all the letters made up of cocks in one form or another.
Julie saw Ethan eyeing the sash and pulled it forward to emphasize its ridiculousness. "Yup, I volunteered to be the responsible one tonight, but they still found a way to cover me with dicks. I would NEVER do this for anyone but your sister."
Her voice turned softer as the situation normalized a bit. "I didn't know you were here, Ethan. Sorry for waking you up." She sat on the corner of the bed and looked him in the eye. "It has been a while. How have you been?" In her sitting position, her dress pulled up a bit, and Ethan was sure her panties would be on full display if he were on the other side of the room.
Ethan cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry. I had a crazy drive home in that squall and didn't know I was supposed to stay at my uncle's house. I think I auto-piloted to my old bed out of habit because I was so tired." Then awkwardly, "I'm good though, how about you?"
Both of them suddenly became aware of the strangeness of the situation, with Ethan mostly naked under the covers and Julie in a party dress. Julie pressed on, though, as if they had run into each other in a coffee shop. "I'm doing pretty well, actually. My post-grad work led to a lab job with a NASA contractor, and I get to help formulate rocket fuel from time to time. I probably work too much, so it's nice to come back here for a weekend."
Ethan noticed that she was shyly rubbing the silky hem of her dress as she spoke, interrupted only by occasional quick diversions to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Listen" she said timidly, "I didn't actually come in here by accident. Elizabeth mentioned you were here when I showed up and I thought I could come say hi to take a break from all..... that", and she waved her hand dismissively towards the living room. "It's hard to be the sober one at a party like this. Everyone else is slurring their speech and acting stupid. And it's all so loud. You and I always used to find things to talk about, and I thought it would be nice to talk to someone normally for a few minutes."
As if to underline her point, a slew of women's voices screamed in the other room, and Ethan could almost envision what they were up to. More awake now, he pulled himself up in bed to a less awkward sitting position. His shirtless chest slid out from under the covers, and he momentarily wondered if he should grab his wet shirt from where it hung on the chair. "Sorry," he said, "my clothes are all soaked and I left my suitcase in the car." Julie's eyes widened momentarily when she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt, but she continued in a normal tone. Ethan decided it wasn't a huge deal -- he didn't need another reason to get in trouble tonight.
Julie asked when Ethan got there, so he relayed the details of his trip, but it all felt like small talk. Nothing seemed WRONG, but they also didn't have the comfortable vibe they would have had a few years ago. It felt more like acquaintances running into each other than people who had known each other practically their whole lives. Julie must have felt the same, because she continued to awkwardly thumb the hem of her dress.
Ethan tried to break the ice by asking a bolder question. "So what's going on out there? Do I want to know?"
