The pounding rhythms of overly loud dance music slammed through Elena, vibrating her ribs in time with the thrumming beat. She looked to her left and was greeted by the sight of her oldest friend and another girl giving a sloppy blowjob to a very lucky man. To her right, she saw a couple just straight up fucking, the heat from their mingling bodies crossing the small distance to Elena, giving her goosebumps. In front of her eyes, she could see only cock.
How the hell did I get here? She thought to herself, casting her mind back to the morning.
Act 1: Starlight
"So you really won't tell me where we're going?" Elena pouted into her phone, putting down a lacy red bra and holding up another one, this one white with pink bows.
"Not a chance. You only get one go at this, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let it be a boring one!" Hayley's voice chirped through the phone speaker.
Elena fastened the white bra around her breasts, tucking everything into place and turning to look at herself in the floor-length mirror next to her wardrobe. She ran her eyes up and down her mostly naked body, noting that she was overdue to tidy up the usually neat landing strip of fiery red curls that graced her otherwise immaculate vulva. Flicking her eyes up to her breasts, she turned this way and that, ultimately deciding against the white bra.
"Can you at least give me a hint?" She said, unfastening the clasp and letting the discarded undergarment slip to the floor.
"Nope! I've already given you the only hint that you get."
"Is that what you call that? You just told me to, and I quote, 'look my hottest'. It's a bachelorette party, not a blind date- that tells me nothing!"
"Tough! You're just gonna have to wait until tonight to find out! I mean it though, if I don't want to take you to the bathroom and fuck you the moment I see you, then you haven't dressed hot enough."
"I know, I know." Said Elena, knowing better than to argue with Hayley. Naked now, she walked back over to her wardrobe, catching a glimpse of her round ass in the mirror along the way. The squats were paying off.
"So what
are
you going to wear then?" Hayley asked as Elena sifted through the rest of her underclothes.
"Like hell am I telling you! You'll just have to wait until tonight. How's that feel?" She pulled out three more bras- a purple demi, a black low-back, and cute yellow bralette. She didn't bother putting them on- holding them up against herself was enough to tell her that they were not right.
"Got me there." She paused for a moment, the sound of an indistinct masculine voice just barely coming through the phone. "Oh, Marco says hello by the way." Marco McCullough was Hayley's husband of five-odd years; he had always been courteous and polite with Elena, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he would undress her with his eyes sometimes. To be fair, though, Hayley wasn't coy about the fact that she does the exact same thing to Elena, so maybe she was just projecting her friend's behaviour onto Marco.
Still, Elena always felt awkward around him, partly because of how he looked at her, partly because he was an intimidatingly large man, and partly because of an embarrassing situation from the first time they had met. Long story short, she had asked him how a black man had come to have the last name McCullough, being drunk enough at the time so as not to consider how insensitive and nosy a question like that could have been. Luckily, at least, he had taken it in good stride, informing her that, while most of his ancestry was Kenyan, his father's grandfather had been Irish.
Ever since this meeting, Elena always found herself flustered and self-aware around him. She knew it was a small thing, but it had set the mood of their relationship, at least on her end, ever since.
"Oh, tell him I said hi too." Was Elena's simple answer, suppressing a slight twinge. Hayley went silent for a little while, presumably talking to her husband. Elena took the opportunity to pull all of her bras out of the wardrobe, laying them out before her on the bed. She took some time sorting through them, putting them into three piles: No, Maybe, and Hell No. The first pile was mostly occupied by the ones she had already tried on, while the last was dominated by risqué lingerie; babydolls, cupless bras, corsets, and the like. She was shocked seeing how large this last category actually was- had she actually bought this many sexy things to wear in the bedroom? Taking a closer look at a few pieces from the pile, she quickly realized what was up.
Well over half of the titillating garments belonged to her fiancée, Katelyn- they must have gotten mixed in with Elena's laundry at some point. The two had the same bra size, 34C, so a quick glance wasn't always enough to tell their underwear apart.
"You still there, Hayley?" Elena asked, turning her gaze to the 'maybe' pile, noting the five bras that had made the cut.
"I... uh... yeah, still here. Just chatting with Marco, sorry." There was a slight commotion on the other end of the line, but Elena, engrossed in her task, barely noticed. "So... uhn... you pick your clothes out yet?" Hayley continued as Elena switched on speakerphone, placing the receiver on a nearby desk.
"No, still stuck on the underwear."
"Oooh!" Hayley said, just a little bit
too
enthusiastically. "I mean, fun! You should wear one of Katelyn's sets- she always buys the sexiest underwear." There was a slight break in the commotion, and Elena heard Marco's baritone rumble indistinctly across the phone. For a moment, she could have sworn she'd heard another voice too, this one gentler, more feminine, but she wasn't sure. Soon enough, the commotion resumed, drawing Elena's attention slightly. What was going on over there?
"Hey you! Get your slutty eyes off of my wife-to-be!" Elena laughed. Her friend was incorrigibly horny- the kind of person who truly embraced the word 'slut' as a term of empowerment, not an insult. Honestly, Elena would have been more surprised to learn that her best friend
