She Can Never Know

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.

As he moved to ravish my neck, I took the liberty of grabbing his firm package. He grunted with approval, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing him up and down through his jeans. Fuck, he was hard! And I could feel his heat radiating through the fabric.

He switched to the other side of my neck. How could he possibly know my neck was my biggest erogenous zone? I tried reminding myself that this was wrong. I was wrong for starting it! But the hunger between my legs was overriding my better judgment. I felt a tipping point where my doubts washed away and I would have sold my soul to feel him deep inside me.

What happened next perplexes me most of all. Like most women, I enjoy giving head but only for a short while. As he nibbled on my ear, I felt the strongest desire to blow him. No, not blow him but vacuum him completely dry! I wanted to hear his groans of approval as he struggled to remain standing. In my entire life, I've never had such an urge. In fact, I'd never allow a guy to nut in my mouth and if one of my boyfriends had, he would have become an ex-boyfriend on the spot! So what the hell was I thinking?

I fell to my knees and hastily undid his pants, pulling them to his ankles immediately. Taking him into my hands, I lovingly stroked his shaft and balls, admiring what I was about to enjoy.

Chrissy hadn't been exaggerating! He was every bit of seven and a half inches but more importantly, he was thick and veiny and hard as glass! His glans had been beautifully circumcised, revealing a pronounced ridge with a delightfully knobby head. His entire groin was smooth which only helped to accentuate his large, smooth and heavy nuts. As I stroked him, he softly moaned and ran his fingers through my long, red hair.

I began by licking his shaft from base to tip and I felt real pride as he shivered. Pointing his dick upward, I stuffed his large right nut into my mouth and swished it around a while before moving over to the other. I could hear him breathing deeper now and I knew it was having a profound effect on him. As turned on as he was, it was possible I might have been turned on even more!

With my free hand, I reached under my short skirt and confirmed what I already knew. I was sopping wet. Pushing my thin panties to one side, I caressed an outer lip and reveled in the pleasurable sensations.

Taking him into my mouth, I explored his glans with my soft tongue. His hand dropped from my hair to stroke my face and I found it surprisingly sensual and intimate. The poor guy had tried to do the right thing and I wore him down to the point of complete surrender.

I swirled and sucked, bobbed and licked, slow, fast, soft, hard and after a while, I completely lost myself in the act. My fingers were tired from fucking my own wetness but the enjoyment from it far outweighed any muscle fatigue.

I had no doubt that he was enjoying himself immensely but there came a point when his need seemed unimportant. Strange as it seemed, I think I might have been enjoying it even more. I touched my own pearl several times but I found that I was so highly aroused, I couldn't do it for more than a few seconds without feeling a desperate need to cum.

But somehow I knew that if I spilled over, reason would come flooding back to me and I'd want to stop what we were doing. I didn't want it to stop! I wasn't anywhere close to wanting to stop.

More than once, I could feel Josh's body tighten up, signaling he was very close himself. I was far past the point of wanting to please him. I wanted to please myself and I was happily allowing him to enjoy the moment with me. Each time he grew too close, I licked the base of his shaft or sucked his balls and it had the intended effect of slowly pulling him back from the brink.

I must have lost track of how many times I edged the poor man. It couldn't have been as many times as I edged myself. Eventually, I realized my knees were aching. Josh no longer seemed the strong, confident stud he was in the beginning. I was starting to hear soft whimpers now and then which strangely had me feeling hornier.

This was by far the longest I had ever given head. And it felt to me that it was also one of my finest. I'd never felt so turned on giving a suck job and that must have motivated me to do what I did next.

As Josh grew close again, I moved my fingers back to my button and feverishly rubbed it back and forth. With my other hand, I gripped Josh's heavy sack and gently squeezed. I tightened my lip pressure, sped up my bobbing strokes and hammered his frenulum with the tip of my tongue.

No man has ever ejaculated into my mouth before, so I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. I thought of his warm, musky spunk coating the back of my tongue and just picturing that moment sent me over the edge.

I came violently and tried not to thrash my hips, but I also didn't want to disrupt his finish. It was his beautiful cock that brought me to this climax and we were in it together. I managed to catch the bulk of it and loudly swallow. As I slurped, I realized I must have looked like a depraved cumslut in his eyes. Fuck it, I decided. I was enjoying it and I wanted to see the beautiful climax through to the end.

When I finally allowed his cock to be free of my wet mouth, the horror of what I'd done began to set in.

Josh helped me up and surprised me with a deep kiss before saying, "You are so amazing!"

I know he was trying to be soft and romantic. I'm sure he would gladly have returned the favor but all I could think of was that I'd just sucked off my best friend's boyfriend. That I'd betrayed her and done something that I've condemned others for doing.

I was still very much turned on but Josh had to go. He was still trying to kiss on me and take things further, but it was time to send him off. Firmly grabbing him by the balls, I said, "She can never know!"

He must have seen the concern in my eyes because he quickly swore that he'd never utter a word. He left seconds later, leaving me to my shame. Somehow, I managed to get to sleep but I woke up early and I've been agonizing over this ever since.

There was a very long pause on the phone before she finally responded with laughter. "Jesus, Clara! That's quite a story. Mainly that it involves you, I should add. I mean, that's the kind of stuff I normally do. I have to say, I'm impressed with your detailed description of the event! It's left me kinda bothered!"

"I know it is! And it isn't fucking funny, either! How do you live with yourself?"

"First of all, Sis, you need to climb off your high horse. You allowed your passion to get the better of you. Welcome to the real world. People fuck up. They drink too much. They make bad choices. But you didn't start your day planning to do this. You don't make a habit of it. We are all genetically wired to want to reproduce. Deep down, if the chemistry is really good, we subconsciously want to create situations where things like this can happen."

"What the hell do I tell Chrissy?"

"If you're smart, nothing! Learn from what happened and try not to let it happen again. With Josh or anyone else who's attached. Just leave it be and let it turn into history. Josh won't say a word. Guaranteed! He wants to keep his balls attached. Hell, Chrissy might be dating a different guy months from now and the problem evaporates forever."

"I don't know if I can do that!"

"Tell her then and hope she does shove you out the window of that fancy, high rise hotel you're in. You called and asked for my advice. Take that shit to your grave. That's my advice."

A second later, she added something more. "One other thing, Sis. Going forward, don't be so quick to judge others in situations like this. Now you know we're all Human and it can happen to the best of us."

The call ended and Clara chewed uncomfortably on her sister's harsh words of advice. Her thoughts were interrupted minutes later when Chrissy knocked on the door.

The End