It was the evening before my wedding. The next morning I was going to marry the only girl who had ever made me want to settle down and I knew I should have been ecstatic but I couldn't hep feeling a teensy bit like this was the end of the world.
Its not like I haven't had a full life. I have had my share of girls - some more serious than others - and my fair share of those who I was not serious about at all - but there is a certain inevitability about monogamy that had me breaking into a cold sweat. Don't get me wrong, I am no saint. But regardless of how I may have lived my life before this moment, I knew that the moment I said those words before the justice of peace, I would be the most faithful husband on the planet.
And it was probably that very truth that had me in a blue funk.
The boys had organized a bachelors party for me. Unfortunately, someone screwed up and instead of the strippers and all night party they all thought I was getting, we ended up at our favorite bar. I wasn't complaining. Frankly, tonight I was not in the mood for strange women, no matter how naked they were.
There were about 12 of us guys at a table at the corner and as could be expected, I was the focus of all the attention. I was plied with drinks of all sorts, cocktails, shooters, interminable rounds of drinks of dubious origin. In an hour, I was seriously buzzed.
Around about halfway through the evening I realized that one of the guys at the table was actually a girl. Michelle was one of my closest friends and even in my inebriated state, there was no mistaking the full throaty laugh right next to me. I turned and squinted. It was her alright, in a sleeveless see-through top and jeans sitting amongst a bunch of half drunk guys like she was one of them.
Let me explain Michelle. We had been friends through half a dozen relationships. A regular Harry met Sally - just without the happy ending. She was sexy and funny and intelligent but for all sorts of reasons we never had any chemistry of any sort. Its not that I haven't considered the possibilities - there were times between relationships when she came over and we talked late into the night about stuff. Nights when it got too late for her to go back to her apartment and when she just pulled on one of my old shirts and, instead of making her sleep on the couch, I asked her to share the bed with me. There were times when I thought she wanted to take things a little further - like the one time she just stripped off to her bra and panties - complaining about the heat and then promptly snuggled into me before going to sleep. But despite all the opportunities we had, nothing ever happened. I am sure we both thought about it at different times, but neither of us acted on it.
So here she was, the only girl allowed entry into this stag party, a real gal who was almost one of the guys. She sensed me staring at her and turned and gave me her trademark smile - a curl of the lips and a warmth that rose straight to her eyes.
"So" she said, "all nervous about tomorrow?"
Trust her to sense my mood. She had this uncanny way of seeing through my facade.
I was about to answer her when the next round of tequila shots arrived and everyone made a big production about how I had to lead the table.
"Make him do body shots" a voice next to me said, to loud hoots from the rest of the guys. I stared at Michelle. She shrugged, her shoulders. She was the only gal and it was up to her to do the honors.
She picked up the lime and rubbed it on the skin of her neck and poured salt over it. She then stuck the lime between her lips and winked at me. The guys started chanting and hooting. I was not sure where this was all headed but it looked as if Michelle was game. I picked up my shot glass, licked the base of her neck to get to the salt then downed the tequila and sucked the lime between her lips. The lime was sour and dulled the bite of the tequila but what jolted me nearly out of my stupor was the touch of her warm moist lips against mine. I lingered for a little longer than was really necessary, feeling her lips gently press against mine, wondering why I never tried to do this before.
I eventually had to pull away as my pals pounded my back and ordered for more drinks. The evening wore on. They had me dress in a skirt with a blonde wig and dance on the table wearing a white bra that they stuffed with napkins. I understand there was more of the same but somewhere around then the evening began to get hazy.
The next thing I remember, we were all headed to a friends place to continue the party. We all squeezed into two cars and for some reason, Michelle ended up sitting on my lap. This was not the first time she had sat in that position, but either the alcohol in my blood or the strangely erotic body shot we shared went straight to my groin and suddenly stiffened my cock. I know she noticed because she suddenly went still and then after a moment perceptibly leaned into me. She didn't turn back but in the darkness I felt her hand reach for mine and squeeze it gently.
I should have stopped it then and there. I was about to be married the next day and Michelle was my best friend. Whatever I did, regardless of who found out or did not, this was going to end up hurting either my wife to be or my best friend. I should have got out of the car and caught a cab home while, I could still remember what I was doing - but I didn't.
We got to my friends place. I was terribly unsteady on my feet and Michelle had to support me as I got out of the car. She pulled my arm over her shoulder and wrapped her arm around my waist as we staggered into the apartment. It was cold at night and even though the street was dark, I could see through her gauzy white top in the moonlight. She was wearing a pale blue bra that completely covered her small firm breasts. I could smell her perfume through the haze of alcohol and for a moment I staggered.
"Whoa" she said, "Maybe we should just wait outside for a while till the fresh air clears your head."
I nodded weakly, in no state of mind to argue. I leaned against the wall of the apartment and looked at her, drinking in her short blonde hair, cropped like Meg Ryan, her slim torso, vaguely visible through the transparent material of her top, and her long slender, denim encased legs that I had seen naked so many times before, but never once had wanted to touch with such fervor as I did right now.
