Stuck At A Bachelorette Party Pt 02

-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?"

"Oh boy. Your sister is enjoying herself, but it's all the married women who are going apeshit. It's like they've been living these suburban lives and this is their chance to relive their party days. Lisa licked whipped cream off the stripper's nipples, and Anna gave one of them a lap dance - I didn't mean to look, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties. I'm not here to slut-shame, but there is some stuff I definitely don't need to know. I'm down here now because I was pretty sure the strippers were about to take their bottoms off and I did NOT want to see what happened then. These girls are so drunk they probably won't remember this in the morning, but these images will be burned into the back of my sober brain for life."

"Haha", Ethan laughed genuinely. "I wouldn't want to see any of that either. I'm glad to hear it's not just men who can be stupid horn dogs, I mean, I don't want to see my male friends get stupid with strippers, but most of these women are married. And my engaged sister is out there, too. "

"What about you?" he continued, "Is it just because you're single that you're not going crazy? Or do you have a plus one for the ceremony?" Ethan immediately regretted the question. It was too flirty for a guy who was only wearing boxers, not to mention all of the other debauchery going on in this house tonight.

Julie gamely answered, though. "Oh, I just brought a friend from work. We both had the weekend off, and having someone to drive with was nice. I feel bad because I left her alone in a strange town, but I think she's happier asleep in our hotel than in the midst of this craziness." Julie casually repeated her dismissive hand wave towards the living room before jerking her head back toward Ethan. "Oh. That's not a euphemism for us being together or anything. She really is just a friend. I'm too busy with work for dating."

The awkward silence returned. Julie's defensiveness about "just" bringing a friend might have been flirting coming from anyone else, but Ethan was sure she was just being her nerdy self. He saw that she was still fingering her hem, now with both hands, and he caught a glance of sexy blue panties that matched Julie's dress. He wondered how badly he would embarrass her if he told her that her dress had hiked up a bit more because of how she was sitting. Knowing she had always been shy, Ethan decided to keep his mouth shut, but continued stealing glances at her.

Ethan thought he was being subtle, but Julie must have followed Ethan's eyes, because she quickly looked away. Fuck, he was making things weird again, he thought. He instinctively pulled the covers higher up on his chest and was about to apologize again when Julie spoke up. "You know, working a job like mine is hard. I love the work and I'm learning so much, but there's no time for anything else." She paused as if thinking, and continued looking down as her cheeks reddened. "A girl has needs, y'know? There's no way I could hold together a relationship, even if I had time to meet someone. Sometimes I just want something with...... no commitments, y'know? But I also don't want to do anything with someone I don't trust."

She lifted her gaze to meet his, her piercing blue eyes contrasted against her rose-red cheeks. "I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've always trusted you....."

Ethan stammered, still confused by whatever the hell was happening tonight. "Julie, I....." His eyes hungrily took in her body again, but his gaze felt conflicted. "I don't know if it's a good idea, Julie. Even if it was, I've had a crazy day and probably don't have the energy to give you the attention you deserve."

A tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "It's okay. It was just a dumb idea anyway. I'll let you sleep."

Ethan sat up, the covers slipping off his body as he reached out to grab her arm, but she was already out of his reach. He pulled himself up beside her and touched her shoulder blade. "Wait. I've always thought you were so beautiful. You're tall like some kind of supermodel, and it's so attractive that you don't even recognize how hot you are." She turned slightly, and the tears in her eyes told him she thought he was just placating her. "And these legs..." he lowered his hand to gesture towards them and unintentionally brushed her thigh. As he pulled his fingers back, he noticed that her dress had indeed hiked up earlier and he could clearly see her silky blue panties. Was that the outline of her pussy through the fabric?

Julie pulled back, suddenly more embarrassed by his touch and roving eyes. "You're just being nice." She whispered. "You always were kind, and I appreciate you trying to make me feel better."

"No, this is just the opposite." Ethan put on his most sincere voice. "I'm worn out. I'm tired. I don't think I'm good enough for you right now; maybe ever. And I'm worried that I'm ruining my sister's special night."

Julie relaxed a bit. "Oh, I don't think they'll even miss me. There's a lot to look at in there besides the nerdy designated driver." Julie's eyes betrayed a hint of hope, even as her chin sagged with vulnerability. She raised her face and met his eyes again. Ethan realized that she was at least an inch taller than him in her heels. "I don't need a lot.", she continued, "It has been way too long since I got any and I'm craving some human touch. I can lead the way if you're too tired."

Ethan reached out and took her hand from just above her waist. Looking down, he saw her exposed panties again and took a deep breath. "Fuck, Julie. Why did you have to ask for this tonight? I must look like such an idiot because I wouldn't have been reluctant any other time. I would have jumped at the chance as soon as you said the word. I'm awake now and here if you still want to do something."

With a suddenly serious and slightly teasing tone, she replied. "That's pretty serious. Are you sure you're okay with no commitments?"

"You live 5 hours away and we probably won't see each other again for a few years. When will either of us get this chance again?" Ethan retorted. Not waiting for an answer, he gently pulled the "Kiss the Designated Driver" sash over her head. "Do you have any ground rules?"

"No," Julie answered, "but I think I'd like to feel like I have a boyfriend tonight. I'd like to treat each other like we've been together for years and are having a quiet, romantic moment at home after a late-night party."

The thumping bass and squealing from the other room undercut this fantasy, but Ethan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against Julie's. Still holding her hand, he lifted it and pushed it around to his back, then rested his hands on the rise of her skinny hip. They kissed slowly and passionately as Ethan sensually pulled her dress up. Their kiss broke for a moment as her dress passed her head, and Julie swiftly pulled off her glasses to save them from snagging on the material.

He turned and sat her on the bed before kneeling down to remove her heels one at a time. He traced his finger up her leg and along her side as he stood up, then released her hair from the tight bun. She set her glasses on the bedside table as he kissed her deeply. With one hand still in her hair, his other wound around her waist and laid her back across the bed.

Keeping his movements slow and sensual, he unclipped her bra and slipped it off. Her breasts were surprisingly large for her slim frame, and he took a moment to admire them. As he kissed a nipple, he realized she must have always worn tight bras or loose sweatshirts to hide these lovely curves. Ethan bit gently on Julie's nipple, and she gasped slightly. His free hand caressed her side and hip, consciously avoiding a vulgar squeeze of her ass or grope of her pussy. If Julie wanted to feel like she had a boyfriend tonight, he could be that.

Slowly, Ethan kissed his way down her body, occasionally nibbling or licking a bit of skin on his way. When he reached her panties, he gently slid them down, savoring the feel of the material between his fingers and the languid journey they took as they made their way down her unbelievably long legs. He brought his face towards her pussy, taking in the neat line of pubic hair and engorged clit. His mouth was close to her as he took a deep breath, reveling in her aroma. Then he just breathed out, sending shudders through Julie's spine as his warm exhale cooled the warm wet building in her pussy.

Just as Julie thought he was about to dive in, she felt his lips kissing her inner right thigh. Ethan's hands remained on her legs from the moment he had pushed them apart, but they now slid up both inner thighs towards where her legs met.

"They go all the way up," Ethan thought as he flashed back to a day when he had lusted after Julie in her high school volleyball uniform. Holy shit, her body was so sexy. As his hands reached the small gap between her thigh and pussy --what was that called?-- Julie moved her hips, trying to bring Ethan's hands to her wet mound. He pulled back, though, breathing heavily on her clit once again. With the slightest flick of his pointed tongue, Ethan gently touched a spot on Julie's labia, then pulled back. He breathed heavily and gave another tiny lick, a little longer this time.

Julie's hips were grinding by now, straining to meet his mouth or hands. "It's been so long." She moaned, then it became a command, "It's been so long. It's been so long. Stop teasing me and make me feel good." She reached her hand down and gently pushed his head down towards her steaming pussy. Ethan resisted momentarily, then only allowed her to push him far enough to lightly tongue her clit. He started gently, grazing the hood as he worked his tongue around in circles. He only teased for another moment before bowing to her request, though, escalating to licking and sucking greedily on her plump button. Julie's clit was was firm and full and he savored the way that every motion seemed to draw a moan or gasp.