Wedding Favors

I staggered through the door just past 1am with my soon-to-be wife, Jane, on my back, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. It had been our joint bachelor(ette) party that Thursday night, and Jane had gotten into about a dozen vodka lemonades. Her maid of honor, Grace, was holding the door open for us, giggling. Grace and I had each had about eight drinks to Jane's twelve, and though Grace was at least half a foot shorter than me and fifty pounds lighter, she was able to hold her liquor nearly to the level I could.

Grace opened the doors into the hallway and then into the bedroom and I carried Jane through before gently laying her on the bed. Grace pulled a blanket over her and gave her a pillow to hold before heading back into the lounge. Jane mumbled and giggled a little bit before snuggling up to her pillow and falling asleep. I smiled down at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead before following Grace, closing the doors behind me as I went. I'd never met Grace before picking her up at the airport that morning. She and Jane were childhood friends, but Grace relocated out of the country after college. The two still kept in touch nearly every day. To save on hotel costs, Jane offered for Grace to stay with us on the pull-out couch, to which she happily accepted.

Though only knowing her for a few hours, I could already mostly tell the type of girl that Grace was. She liked attention and she liked people being interested in her. During the night, she was telling fun stories to the group about her world travels and party life. It was obvious that Grace was a party girl, and a smart and experienced one at that. She drank just enough to be wild but not too much to be shitfaced. She was amazing when she was wild. I know it was a party celebrating my marrying Jane, but there were multiple times through the night where I couldn't take my eyes off of Grace. She flirted shamelessly with multiple men she found attractive, rubbing her petite body on them on the dance floor, letting them put their hands wherever they wanted on her. It would be lying to say I wasn't jealous of them.

She dressed to be looked at. A slinky, silver, satin tank top, held to her body with only two thin straps around her neck and back; impossible to wear a bra with, and the fabric emphasizing her smaller tits and softly pointed nipples. A tight, black latex skirt that stretched over her small, perky ass, so short that it was incredibly easy to tell what underwear she was wearing when she bent over even slightly. Black fishnets with a sparkle on each crossover of the netting, with a barely-there black thong underneath. I got a lot of looks at that thong throughout the night.

When I got back in the lounge, Grace was rummaging through her suitcase before grabbing a couple pieces of clothing, "I'm just going to change into my pajamas. A skirt this cute and uncomfortable has no business being worn in the house unless for a house party, and sadly the parties seem to be over for the night!" She grinned at me and walked to the guest bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining her slipping out of her skimpy party clothes revealing her petite naked body. I remembered Jane asleep in our bedroom and just how out she was, and my chest ached along with my cock. I loved Jane more than anything, but a few thoughts and looks at Grace wouldn't hurt, would they? I involuntarily groaned at the idea of only getting to look at her and not touch. I needed to get closer to her.

I grabbed a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, and two hard ciders, and laid them all out on the coffee table just in time for Grace to leave the bathroom. It took all I had not to grope her with my eyes. She wore a pajama set, a soft gray cropped tank top with matching short shorts. The top came down only to the bottom of her rib cage and the bottoms came up only to her hip bone, so her entire stomach and a bit below it was exposed. As she turned around to close the door, I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts, and I swore I was going to pass out. As she walked back towards the couch, I could see the thin fabric of her shorts slowly ride up the front of her crotch, ever-so-slightly emphasizing the lips of her cunt.

Grace sat next to me on the couch and I opened a cider to hand to her. She looked at me with a sneaky smile, "So we're keeping the party going after all? I might as well have kept the outfit on."

Without thinking, I looked her up and down and said, "I'm a fan of it, but you seem to keep looking better the less you wear." I shut my mouth after realizing what I just said to my fiancée's best friend. My head cleared and I realized how risky I was being. Grace could tell Jane any of this and it would ruin everything. Our wedding was in 3 days, for God's sake, and I'm eyefucking the maid of honor.

To my luck and surprise, Grace just laughed. She ran her hands over the front of her torso, from her collarbone to the bottom of her stomach and back up. "Yeah, I've heard that a few times, I'm very proud of it." She picked up her cider and drank a few mouthfuls. "I suppose this will work for the after party outfit." She pulled at the straps of the top and the waistband of the shorts and let them snap back. Looking back up at me, she giggled at my wide-eyed and open-mouthed stare. "That's an agreement if I've ever seen one."

Grace held her empty shot glass up to gesture it at me before setting it back down. "Shall we?" I finally found the ability to function that she'd taken from me and poured us each a shot. She picked up her glass and clinked it against mine. "To the happy couple!" She said, playfully, before throwing the tequila down her throat. By her reaction, or lack thereof, I'd have assumed she took a swig of cider and not liquor. I followed suit, swallowing my shot in one, but nowhere near as tastefully. She giggled again as I coughed and my eyes watered. God, just that laugh was somehow enough to cause pulsing in my cock. I groaned and tried to pass it off as a reaction to the tequila.

I wiped my eyes and Grace was already pouring us another pair of shots. "Damn, woman, what are you trying to get me drunk for?" I said, teasingly.

Setting the bottle down, she countered with, "You're the one whose reaction to me getting undressed for the night is to ply me with liquor. Not that I'm complaining."

My eyes widened and I started stammering, "That wasn't my intention, you were just talking about wanting to keep partying, I just wanted you to have fun."

She smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure that it was only for my benefit." She downed her second shot with even less of a reaction. "You better keep up, you don't want it to look like you're taking advantage of me, do you?" It dawned on my intoxicated mind that we had passed the point of no return and that she had the same thing in mind that I did. I threw my second shot back. Her eyes looked down to my lips and back up to meet my gaze. "Actually, I wouldn't exactly mind you taking advantage of me anyway."

My cock was hard as it could be and strained at my slacks uncomfortably. "You know," I shifted in my seat and attempted to adjust myself covertly while maintaining eye contact with Grace, "That might be exactly what has been on my mind since we got in." Her eyes flitted down to my lap and stayed there without shame for multiple seconde. She licked her lips and my cock pulsed again. I poured us each one more shot and picked them up, lifting hers to her mouth. She leaned her head back as a I tilted her drink into her mouth as I drank mine, my fingers brushing her lips.

I stood up, my hips exactly level with her face. She stared straight ahead at my hard cock before looking up at me, her eyes shooting back and forth. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I think I need to get into something more comfortable as well." I said, adjusting my cock more obviously now, groaning as I did so.

She grinned up at me. "Of course, I won't be going anywhere."

I matched her grin. "Oh, you'd better not be." I turned and walked towards the hallway.

I walked through the doorways and into the bedroom quietly, dreading waking Jane. She was in the same position we had left her, hugging her pillow. Her breathing was deep and even and it was evident that she was in a deep sleep. I took off my jacket and shirt and placed them on the chair in the corner followed by my slacks, leaving me in my vest and underwear. I stared at myself in the mirror, contemplating what I was about to do.

I turned back around to look at Jane's sleeping form. Was I really going to do this? God knows what with my soon-to-be wife's best friend, mere rooms away from where she was sleeping? I vividly remembered how Grace looked as she walked back into the lounge in her pajamas and quickly made up my mind. I leaned down to give Jane a kiss on the forehead. "I'm sorry, hon, I just have to." She snuggled deeper into her pillow, causing me to smile before I turned away from her and left the bedroom.

Opening the door to the lounge greeted me to the most glorious sight of the night so far; Grace was sitting in the corner of the sectional, her shorts off, and each foot on one arm of the L-shaped couch. Her knees had fallen open, her legs spread as wide as they could be, giving me a perfect view of the black thong that had been tormenting me all night. It was thin and soaked, the lips of her cunt enveloping the center of it completely, with only the fabric covering her mons and clit still visible. Well, actually only partly visible, as she had her hand between her thighs, two fingers gently rubbing circles on the fabric over where her clit was. She looked at me with a furrowed brow and slightly parted lips. Her breathing was heavy and slightly staggered, drawing in a gasp whenever her fingers did something particularly pleasing. I was frozen next to the coffee table, nowhere near close enough to Grace for my liking. I took a dazed step forward.

"Please," she practically whimpered. "Please touch me. I need it, please. I've been waiting for it all night and it aches. I ache for you so, so badly, please, God, please." That was all the prompting I needed. I walked to where she was sitting and kneeled in front of her, hungrily. Forcefully moving her hand away, I practically tore off her black thong in fervent anticipation to see what was underneath.

Her cunt was bare, pink, and dripping, soaked to the point that there was already a small patch of her wetness pooling beneath her. I could feel the heat radiate from between her thighs from a foot away. Grace's swollen clit peaked out from between her lips and I swear I could see it throb. The hole beneath it was small and pulsing. She went to put her hand back where it was, to get back to rubbing herself mad, this time with no fabric dampening the sensations, but she instead met my hand grabbing hers to rest it across her stomach.

"There's no way you expected me to see this and then let you have all the fun, was there?" I took my index and middle fingers and ran them up and down her cunt, from the top of her clit to the bottom of her hole. I did this for about a minute before suddenly plunging two fingers into her. She stifled a shriek as her tight hole clamped down on my fingers. She was tight, so fucking tight, but she eventually adjusted to my digits, stretching out enough for me to be able to move them inside of her.

I slowly worked them in and out of her, making sure to push up onto the roof of her cunt, stimulating the extra sensitive spot a couple inches past her entrance. Her moans were coming out unconsciously and wildly, causing me to have to put her own hand over her mouth. "You better leave that there or stay quiet unless you want you-know-who to wake up." She nodded, pressing down on her mouth with more force. Her moans were still loud, but not loud enough to wake Jane up through two walls. If she was already awake, though, that was a different story. For some reason, my cock further ached at the idea of Grace accidentally waking Jane with her uncontrolled moans.

The sounds of her wet cunt mixed with her whining was intoxicating. My gaze towards my fingers inside of her shifted slightly upwards to her clit, shiny and pink. I practically started drooling as I lowered my head in between her thighs and took a quick lick with my tongue. Grace jumped at the touch and squealed through her covered mouth. I began lapping at her perfect pearl, her muffled cries being encouragement beyond belief. "You taste fucking incredible," I told her during a short break in my feast. "I've never had a cunt so perfectly sweet." She ground her hips into my mouth, my fingers going deeper inside her and my tongue pressing harder against her.

Grace's breathing was short and staggered, almost hyperventilating, and I could tell she was close. I pointed my tongue and ran it in a circle around her clit, putting direct pressure on all the extra sensitive little spots that usually stay tucked away under the hood. I kept my tongue in rhythm while I stroked the top of the inside of her cunt with my fingertips. It took less than a minute of working at this for her body to seize up and begin spasming uncontrollably. Her jaw was clenched and I could tell she was using every bit of restraint she had not to cry out. A few soft squeaks and squeals slipped through, but those were music to my ears. Her body eventually loosened and stilled and her head flopped backwards, looking like she'd just ran a marathon.

I rested my head on the inside of Grace's thigh, staring up at the look of bliss on her face. Only when she started coming back to Earth did I realize just how much my cock ached. It needed something wrapped around it, something hot and tight and wet. I stood up in front of her and pulled down my underwear, finally releasing my cock from their confines. Grace stared at it, lust creeping back onto her face to mix with the bliss. It was beautiful. I grabbed my cock and groaned. "You see what you've been doing to me all night?" I asked Grace.

She flashed a devilish smile. "Soorrrryy," she said, long and drawn out. She didn't sound sorry at all.

"I'll make sure you are by the time I'm done with you," I said, removing my underwear completely. Before she knew it, I had my hands wrapped around Grace's waist, pulling her towards and on top of me as I sat on the couch next to where she had just been. She straddled my lap, kneeling, her wet cunt dripping on my painfully hard cock. I desperately needed to feel her against me. "Sit. Down." I hissed, grabbing her hips and pulled her down to sit on my lap.

We both gasped as my cock nestled between the lips of her cunt perfectly, the heat between us scalding. "God, you feel perfect and I'm not even fucking you yet," I said with a laugh. Grace giggled back but was cut off by a moan as I began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her overstimulated clit against my cock. Her eyes were heavily lidded, half open, her irises nearly invisible from how far she was rolling them back. I continued rocking her until my cock was completely coated in her wetness.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, lifting her hips back up. I grabbed my cock and positioned it directly under her.

Grace bit her lip. "Are you sure about this?" She asked, a hint of concern in her voice. "She's just in the next room, she could walk in at any second." I thought about Jane lying in bed asleep and I thought about her opening the door and seeing me fucking her best friend.

I rubbed the tip of my cock against Grace's clit, making her moan. "You wouldn't be sitting on my lap if both of us weren't sure. Now, are you ready?" She hesitated for less than a second before nodding, and I began to lower her down onto my cock.

The head passed through her entrance with a pop, making her gasp and sigh. I continued to push her down by the hips, my cock stretching her out inch by inch. I wasn't huge, but Grace had nearly seven inches to get through. She was determined, though, and I wasn't gentle. Whimpers and soft moans escaped her lips as her cunt slid down over my cock, surpassing the halfway point. Her moans started picking up, and I could feel a resistance inside of her in the last inch or two.

Grace stared at me, mouth wide open in shock, as I forced her hips all the way down, until her ass was resting in my lap. She cried out, louder than she had been. I shushed her, pushing her down against my lap, my cock grinding into her. "If you can't be quiet, you're not getting fucked tonight," I warned her, "and that would be a pretty big waste now that I'm already completely inside of you." She was breathing heavily, her eyes open in mild shock, and she brought her finger to her lips and copied my shushing.

"Good girl," I said, beginning to lift her hips up and down. Grace slowly started fucking herself on my cock, gasping each time I was fully sheathed inside of her. As she got faster, the gasping became constant. I held her ass while she bounced on my cock, keeping her in rhythm with my thrusts from below. Every so often, she would briefly stop to grind against my lap, searching for stimulation for her clit. She'd always go back to riding me.

Eventually, she started getting tired and wasn't riding me as hard, so I took it into my own hands. "Wrap your arms around me and put your head in my shoulder," I told her, not yet letting her stop fucking herself on my cock. She did as she was told and I grabbed a tighter hold on her ass and lifted her until only the tip was still inside her. I started thrusting hard and fast from below, making her cry out into my shoulder. She was trembling and whining but I didn't let up. She practically collapsed in my arms, but I kept her upright, and I kept fucking her.

I didn't let her go when she started shaking in my arms and clenching tightly around my cock. "Stay quiet, bite my shoulder if you have to, but stay fucking quiet," I told her, thrusting hard and deep into her tight cunt. She got to the point of convulsing, where I wasn't sure if I could keep a hold on her, when she finally came on my cock. She squeezed down on me tighter than anything I'd ever felt and I thought I was going to cum right there inside her. She did what I said, biting my shoulder and screaming as softly as possible through it.

I slowed down and fucked her softer as she came down from her orgasm. Grace clung to me desperately, breathing heavily and whimpering into my ear. She seemed done, but I hadn't cum yet, so neither of us were done. I picked her up and laid her down, leaning against the back of the couch. I spread her legs and looked down at her visibly pulsing cunt. "Sorry if you needed a break," I said, not sorry at all, "but I've yet to cum and you're the perfect toy to get me to." I wrapped my hands around her waist and again began fucking into her hard and fast. "Hold your legs back," I told her. She pulled her knees up to her ears, getting me deeper and somehow giving me a better view.

"Such a pretty cunt," I muttered, watching my cock go in and out of Grace. "Such a perfect little hole to fuck." She liked it rough; I was absolutely battering her cervix and she was moaning like I was going down on her. "You like when I fuck you deep, don't you? You like feeling my cock all the way inside your pretty little cunt." She was chanting "please, please, God, please" over and over again. "You're so polite, how could I say no?"

I started rubbing her clit while pummeling her cervix and I saw the look on her face that said she wasn't far from cumming. "You gonna cum on my cock again? Fair warning, I'm absolutely filling you up when you do." I said. Grace let out a long moan, continuing her begging with even more fervor. "Pretty little cunt getting filled to the brim with her best friend's fiancé's cum. I wonder what she would think if she saw us now?" I don't know why, but I almost wished Jane would walk in and see me bottoming out inside her best friend.

"C'mon, Gracie, cum for me one more time and I'll fill you up just how you want me to." Her face looked like she was being tortured with pleasure, which is exactly what I was trying to do.

"I'm... I'm gonna... Oh God, oh fuck..." Grace managed to say before her last orgasm slammed into her, while I was also slamming into her. Her cunt had tightened around my cock like a vise one too many times, and I couldn't control myself this time. Her cunt squeezing my cock and muffled moaning pushed me over the edge and I thrusted into her as deep and hard as possible.

"Take it, fucking take it," I said, shooting load after load deep inside her cunt. Grace's moaning picked back up, my cumming against her cervix causing an aftershock to hit her. We moaned together too loudly to be safe, but I didn't care; it was easily one of the best fucks I'd had in my life. Even after cumming, my cock and her cunt continued to pulse, sending little waves of pleasure over us. I finally pulled out and got the most needy whine in response.

"You poor thing," I said, petting Grace's hair. "You already feeling empty without me?" She nodded, dazed. "At least you're not completely empty," I said. "You've got a hell of a load inside you." She smiled and reached her hand between her legs, feeling my cum drip out of her. I sat at the end of the couch and pulled her towards me, her back leaning against my torso. We sat like that for a while; me kissing her head and murmuring things into her ear, her treating me to her giggles and squirms.

"Thank God she had that much to drink," Grace said suddenly. "This never could've happened if she wasn't blacked out."

I smiled against her hair and said, "I almost wish she had seen it, and I don't know why."

Grace tilted her head up to look at me. "I was thinking the same thing," she said, grinning.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime and maybe we won't be so good at keeping it a secret," I whispered into her ear, causing her to giggle.

"I'd like that," she said softly, nuzzling into my chest.

We eventually moved apart and grabbed our respective clothing. Remembering what she had had on before, I said, "You might want to put something a little more modest on so she doesn't see you walking around in front of me in glorified underwear first thing in the morning."

She laughed and went through her suitcase to find a long sleeved top and shorts that were a normal length for shorts. "You're right, I'll save the walking around in my underwear in front of you for when she leaves in the morning."

I grinned. "It's a date," I said, and turned to walk back to the bedroom.

Grace smiled. "Goodnight, Joseph." I smiled back.

"Goodnight, Grace. I'll see you in the morning."