"Who needs a drink?" Tammy asked.
Everyone said yes with enthusiasm, and she headed for the kitchen.
The blender was soon whirring away, and they set out to make lemons out of lemonade. The rest of the guests started to arrive, two more of Rebecah's college friends along with her sister showed up together. Their other cousin and the groom's sister showed up a few minutes later. Rebecah herself emerged from one of the bedrooms, wearing a white cocktail dress with a "Bride to be" sash. Wine and margaritas were flowing and most of the group seemed to have accepted the change in plans, or at least were playing along for Rebecah's sake, who insisted it was going to be fun.
Alyssa was getting to know Janet, the groom's sister, when there was another knock on the door.
"Hopefully that's Carrie, and then everyone is here," Janet told her as she headed for the door. She was back a moment later a tall woman in tow. Alyssa almost choked on her drink when she recognized her, it was the women from the room next door. Janet introduced them, and Carrie recognized her as well, apologizing if her son had been too noisy. Alyssa assured her that she hadn't noticed a thing and Janet took her away to make more introductions.
With everyone present, the Bridesmaids took charge and announced it was time for the games to begin. They played risqué charades, where everything was either full of innuendo or downright X rated, and of course failure to get it right meant you had to take a drink. That was followed by a few otherwise innocent games that had been sexed up and alcohol fueled before they reached the piece de resistance. Everyone had been asked to bring a gift, a wrapped sex toy that "reflects your personality". The bride then unwrapped the gifts and had to guess who it was from. If she got it right, the giver took a drink, if she got it wrong, she had to take a drink.
As Alyssa watched her cousin unwrap several basic vibrators and a couple of rabbits, she decided that for all the talk during the earlier games this group clearly needed more exposure to sex toys. Not that she considered her own gift of a pair of vibrating panties to be some great revelation or anything, and she wasn't sure how she'd felt when Rebecah had guessed correctly.
The Bride was opening the second to last gift, a suspiciously large gift bag, and pulled out a strap on dildo. There were squeals of laughter, jokes about how shocked the Groom was going to be on his wedding night, and more than a few uncomfortable looks. It was revealed that one of Rebecah's more seemingly demure college friends had brought it, because she admitted she couldn't stop looking at it in the store. The last present was open, yet another small pink vibrator, and the games ended, and the party became a regular old party with people drinking and talking again. Most of the women were pretty sloppy drunk at this point, and Alyssa had noticed Carrie seemed to be leading that particular charge.
As things started winding down Janet, who, like Alyssa, seemed to have remained relatively sober, approached her and asked if she could talk to her privately for a moment. They found a quiet corner and Janet smiled nervously at her.
"Could you do me a HUGE favor?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
"You've got a room to yourself, right?"
"Yeah."
"And your right next door to Carrie, right?"
Alyssa nodded.
"Look, she's really a sweetheart, and she never gets to go out anymore...so she's kind of overdone it tonight."
Both women looked across the room to see a very drunk Carrie sitting on the couch, talking to another guest.
"I'm afraid if she goes back to her room in that condition, she's going to wake up her husband and their kid and it's going to be a mess. I don't think he really even wanted her to come tonight, and I'd hate for them to fight over something stupid. So... I was hoping she could crash in your room, then tomorrow she can...flip the story, say you had too much, and she helped you back to your room and stayed over to make sure you were ok."
Alyssa sighed, "Sure...whatever. But you owe me."
"Thank you, you're the best, and I definitely do!"
The party was petering out, people leaving in ones and twos until it was Alyssa, Carrie, Janet, and Tara. Rebecah had staggered off and was passed out on the bed.
Janet managed to convince Carrie to go with Alyssa, and as they headed out the door Tara handed her a large gift bag.
"We gotta get these out of here too..."
Alyssa looked down to discover it was filled with half the sex toys. She had no idea what she was going to do with that mess... probably mail them to Rebecah one at a time for the next several months, but she didn't protest.
Alyssa was grateful it wasn't far to the elevators, then back to her room. The older and larger woman was fading fast, and she was struggling to support her weight by the time they were back to her room. She managed to get her into the room and at least pointed at one of the beds before she collapsed.
She took off her shoes, grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and composed herself before going to work. She managed to roll Carrie over, then remove her shoes and dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she left her in her black lace panties.
She went into the bathroom, took off her own dress, washed up, brushed her teeth then put on her rather plain nightgown before heading for bed. The noise of someone heading for the bathroom woke her up, she was frightened for a moment, before she remembered that there was supposed to be someone else in the room. She watched through half closed eyes as Carrie walked by, then tried to go back to sleep. The bathroom noises were followed by the sound of Carrie walking back by, then messing around with something. Then, thankfully, silence and she felt herself drifting back to sleep. The sudden feel of weight on the bed, snapped her awake, was that drunken bitch trying to get into the wrong bed?
Alyssa felt a hand on her knee, she'd been sleeping on her side, but without thinking she responded to the pressure and was on her back. As she started to react there was a hand on her other knee, then they slid up to her thighs, spreading her legs apart.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, looking down to see Carrie laying on her stomach between her now spread legs.
Carrie lifted Alyssa's nightshirt and grinned at the younger girl. "You have such a pretty little kitty; I just want to play with it."
Alyssa was speechless as the older woman started kissing her way up her thighs. She gave in to the moment, relaxing, and opening herself to Carrie. Carrie placed her tongue at the very base of Alyssa's slit and slowly licked up. When she reached the tuft of red hair. She stopped, "I haven't done this since college," she giggled before licking back down the way she'd come. Alyssa moaned softly as the tongue invaded her, entering her folds, searching for her clit, and she gasped when it found it. Carrie might have been out of practice, but it seemed to be like riding a bike, and she certainly was enthusiastic.
Alyssa felt something else pressing against her, and for a moment she thought it was Carrie's finger, but as it started to enter her, she realized it was one of the toys from the party. The small vibrator slid inside her, and Carrie worked it slowly in and out as her tongue and lips worked. Alyssa felt it building inside her, then Carrie turned the vibrator on. The added sensation pushing her closer to the brink. She had one hand twisted in the sheets as the other stroked the other woman's face. She felt the orgasm wash over her, her hips twisting, grinding into Carrie's face, but she just kept going, her tongue working her clit expertly, the vibrator humming away inside her. She tried to push her face away, as the sensations became overwhelming, she desperately needed it to stop, but she just kept going. Alyssa pushed at her head, but Carrie's free hand caught her wrist holding it. She tried to twist away but she just couldn't escape. All the sensations building, her orgasm going on and on until her body just gave out and she collapsed.
She wasn't entirely sure if she had passed out or not. She just knew she was laying on her back, nightgown pushed up around her waist, bathed in sweat. Carrie was lying next to her, a contented grin on her face. She looked over at the older woman, who just kept smiling as she ran her fingers through Alyssa's hair, "I sure miss college sometimes," the older woman remarked.
