CHAPTER SEVEN: AN UNEXPECTED WEDDING GIFT
Ah, Liz…
Liz was a hanger-on to our core group. A little younger, a little crazier. She dresses with a hippy tie-dye blouses and long skirts that hid what promised to be an exceptional body that has long and lean with curves to spare.
I had had several hot slow dances with her over the years… the kind that let you stand side by side, not looking at each other while the semi-erect parts softened. Her long, hard nipples pushing at the tie-dyed fabric of her blouse, braless and free. My dick crowding the zipper of my tight bellbottoms. However, we always dropped the moment of lust. We are friends after all.
The unfortunate thing about Liz, frankly, was that she had a face that would scare small children. Her mouth was crowded with so many teeth that she could barely close it. A blob of a nose upturned to almost skeletal effect. Her forehead had a rather pronounced brow, and though her eyes were a lovely brown, the lack of eyebrow hair made them rather look lost and forlorn. Her lack of a chin didn’t help either.
But, to top it all, she was fun. She was good-natured and had long light brown curly hair down to her ass.
Okay, to dancing and friendship- a crosscut to the night before my wedding to Mae. We had had the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Moreover, my best man and the two ushers were throwing a little bachelor party for me in our motel room. There was Peter, my best man and Alan and Peter, the two ushers. There was also Bobbie, Mae’s maid of honor, and Liz.
Bobbie and I found ourselves in my room after a while. I hadn’t seen her for about a year since she’d graduated and gone home to Washington. She hadn’t changed much, still a big glorious gal with that magnificent chest. She had cut her hair in some kind of pageboy thing but I prefer her long golden tresses.
I lay down on the bed, fully clothed. Bobbie sat beside me, also clothed. I didn’t expect anything to happen. I was getting married the next day. We were just talking.
“I can’t believe she suckered you into marrying her,” she told me. “Is the sex any better?”
I looked at her. “None of your business,” I said.
She laughed. “Guess not, then. You’ve been fooling around?”
I thought of Melissa but said nothing.
“Hmmm…hmmm,” Bobbie said. She stared at my crotch that had begun to rise with the talk. She reached out and caressed my hard dick through my jeans.
“Wish I could help you out tonight but it would be bad form for the Maid of Honor to get the Groom off the night before the wedding, wouldn’t it?” she said.
I tried to be cool. “Bad form but who has to know?”
She laughed.
“Unh-uh,” she said. “Not me. But you’re sure getting hard there.”
She squeezed my dick head through the fabric.
“Maybe you should jerk off,” she said.
“Maybe you should jerk me off,” I replied.
“No, no. I will not touch my best friend’s husband,” she said. However, after a moment, she added, “But I will show you my tits while I watch you jerk off. How about that? I remember how much you liked them.”
I desperately wanted to fuck her tits again and I figured if I got her top off that would be a start. I nodded.
Inches from me, Bobbie began to unbutton her blouse. She did it slowly. She opened her shirt to show me her bra encased treasures, deep cleavage bursting at the top. My hand found my dick, hard beneath the zipper of my jeans. Bobbie opened her bra in the front. She undid the snap and her mammoth breasts fell out of their cups. They hung before me, ripe melons, the white nipples crossed with light blue veins.
“Bobbie,” I moaned as I reached to caress one.
She stopped my hand.
“No touching,” she ordered. “I touch my toys. You touch yours.”
“C’mon, Bobbie…” I begged.
“No,” she replied. Then she lifted her boobs and gave each one a lick. The nipples hardened under her tongue. She held them inches from my face, teasing me. I stuck my tongue out but she pulled them away.
“Take your cock out so I can see it,” she demanded.
I unzipped my pants and slipped my dick through the fly. It was huge.
“Ooh, baby, you’re even bigger than I remember,” she crooned.
She rubbed her tits together and squashed them between her arms.
I stroked my cock.
“Spit in your hand and smear it all over that big thing,” she said.
I did as she asked. She squealed with delight. She began to chew on those big nipples. I was getting close. Bobbie noticed.
“Oh, fuck Mae,” she said. “You want to fuck my big tits, Danny?”
“You know I do,” I said. I reached out and got a handful of one of her meaty breasts. The other one brushed the tip of my penis.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
“Forget it,” I said. “Give me those big tits.”
She brought one close to my mouth.
The phone rang again.
The nipple was huge and almost on my tongue.
“Danny, it’s Mae.” Said a voice from the other room.
Bobbie pulled away. She was smiling.
“She’s late,” she said, stuffing her tits back into their cups. “Mae told me she was going to call exactly at eleven pm. It’s eleven-oh-one. You weren’t even supposed to get your hand on my boobs.”
I looked at the clock: 11:01 p.m.
“Bitch,” I said and picked up the phone.
As Mae droned on, I watched Bobbie sneeringly button up her top. When she was done, she leaned over and mouthed the words, “Want me to blow you while you talk to her?”
My eyes widened. I nodded vigorously.
Bobbie brought her mouth close to my cock. Her warm breath moistened the skin. She gazed at me as she let her mouth run achingly a bare inch away from my prick for its entire length. Then when she was at the head, she quickly kissed the tip and threw a blanket over me.
She stood up. “Better cover up.”
I looked down to where my hard dick made a tent of the blanket as she sashayed out the door.
After the phone call from Mae was finished, I went into the living room where Peter-one, Peter-two, Alan and Liz were. Bobbie had gone back to her room.
“You guys want to party or what?” I said.
We opened beers and lit joints and I received a lot of banter about last rites and so forth. Music played on a radio and everything was back to normal- a guy and his friends bemoaning the impending nuptials.
Alan, the same Alan Bobbie sent home that fateful night, soon said, “Shit, Danny. We forgot to get you a stripper.”
Peter-two said, “What’s a bachelor party without a stripper?”
Peter-one agreed.
I acted sulky and said, “Geez, thanks a lot guys.”
Then Alan said, “Maybe if a song that she likes comes on, Liz will give us a dance.”
Liz punched his arm and went into the bathroom.
“Nice try, Alan,” said Peter-one.
“Keep that up and you won’t be getting any tonight,” I remarked.
“I don’t think he will anyway.” Peter-two said.
We all laughed and took another hit while Melissa Manchester’s Midnight at the Oasis came on the radio. I suddenly remembered that it was one song that Liz and I had a particular hot dance to.
It had barely started when the bathroom door opened and out came Liz. She had tied her long hair around the lower half of her face like a kind of veil. Only her flashing brown eyes could be seen. Swaying her hips like a belly dancer, she moved toward us. She kicked off her sandals and stepped up on the square coffee table, grinding her hips sensuously to the beat of the song.
“Yeah,” the guys all whooped, as each of us took a side of the table.
Liz caught my eye and I sensed her smile under the veil of hair. As she sensuously moved to the music, she undid the tie of her wrap-around skirt. Her belly was incredibly muscular. She then bent over and put one end of her wrap-around skirt in my hand. When I had a firm grasp, she spun slowly and seductively away, unwrapping her moving hips as she did. It took three revolutions to expose her perfect teardrop butt and long slender legs to me. She wore no panties, her light brown furry pussy exposed. She let go of the string and the skirt floated languidly into my lap.
“Oh, baby.”
“Mama Mia.”
“Grind it, honey!” The boys hooted and hollered, as I became mesmerized buy the lithe body that was unfolding itself to me.
Liz took a couple more spins and bent over to wave her ass in my face. She exposed her nether regions to me and looked back at me from between her legs. Limber! Then perhaps sensing my thoughts, she lifted herself to spin away just as my hands rose to touch her.
She took a stand before me and grating those perfect hips, undid the halter-top she was wearing over her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the fabric. And as she undid the last button, she bared one perfect breast, the size of an orange with a plum colored nipple and areola. And then, she bared its identical twin. They were the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen on a woman. Firm and upturned.
She slipped off the halter, tossed it to me and began to sway that flawless body in time with the music. Her perfect tawny backside and ass shown to me as she spun round and round. Hips swaying, tits bobbing up and down. I could see the hair between her legs glistening with her wetness.
The guys had calmed down as we enjoyed watching her dance. Even though everyone was surreptitiously rubbing at his crotch.
The song wilted down to its final chords and Liz slowly, yieldingly slowed her movements until she completely stopped and became still. Her arms wrapped around her breasts, her head bowed. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. We were all friends, but this type of event was new territory for us. At that moment, there was a palpable breath where all four of us could have jumped her.
