by Vara Damon
It was a Saturday and so neither of us had to go to uni. The entire day I was a ball of anxious excitement. I was wondering what McKayla had planned. I knew she loved to drink, so I assumed that alcohol was just going to be a thing. I had never drunk before, and I didn’t like to hang out much with drunk people, but I guess for one night I could let loose. Right?
McKayla arrived a few minutes after six, and I opened the door, waiting for her reaction as she looked at me. I almost always wore jeans and tied my hair in some way, but today it was a knee length yellow dress and my hair was down, soft and bouncy. Her dark eyes scanned my body from top to bottom, and she wolf whistled, making me blush.
“Ooh la la, you’re dressed to kill aren’t you? Come on, the Uber’s waiting,” she said.
“Be right back!” I chimed in, and I rushed back upstairs to the bedroom to kiss Liam goodbye.
“See you later honey, have fun,” I said to him as I kissed his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too babe, enjoy the night” he said to me.
McKayla and I got into the Uber.
“Where are we going?” I asked her as the car took off.
“You’ll see,” McKayla said, winking at me.
Quickly I became aware of the fact that we were heading towards the uni. And five minutes later we were parked in front of McKayla’s sorority house.
“You’re hosting it here?”
“Uh huh. No worries, they’re cool with it. No rules and limits here, and no one comes in who isn’t allowed,” she said.
“Okay.”
We walked through the front lawn and into the imposing mansion-esque structure that housed Phi Sigma Sigma, the Greek alphabets embossed into the stone on the exterior. The Sun had almost gone down, and the white walls of the building were covered in its orange hue. I had been to the sorority house many times, and I knew a lot of the girls there. They were almost all party girls like McKayla, who never had any qualms about bending any rules. They smoked, they drank, they did drugs, and they fornicated like it didn’t mean anything. It was strange that somehow I had made friends with them.
“Wow, I love it!” I said, looking around in the foyer.
Balloons and streamers, flowers and colored lights, it was like a proper party.
“The sisters and I are all pretty excited,” McKayla said.
I could see that there were just a few girls in the living room and dining area. McKayla saw me look and said:
“Don’t worry, everyone’s going to arrive an hour from now. I just thought I’d bring you here early so that we could get you all nice and prepped,” she said. “Come on.”
She led me up to her room, and she told me to close my eyes.
“Why?” I asked apprehensively.
“Just do it, you’ll see,” she cooed.
I did as she asked and she opened the door and walked me in. I heard her walk to the bed and I heard the rustle of fabric.
“Alright, you can see now,” she said to me.
I opened my eyes to see her holding up a gorgeous, brilliant white wedding dress. I couldn’t help but gasp as I saw it.
“Oh my, it’s so gorgeous!”
“And you’re going to wear it tonight,” said McKayla. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“How much...did this cost? Is it a rental?”
“You don’t need to worry about any of that, hon. Now come on, put it down, no arguments, okay? One of the sisters from first year gave me the idea: Rachel, you know her?” McKayla said as she walked behind me and began to help me take my dress off.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Hmm.” McKayla scanned my body once more as I stood in front of her in my bra and panties, blushing.
I still wasn’t used to anyone seeing me like this. McKayla was very open and close with her sorority sisters and she was the same with me. She was never afraid to get naked in front of me, or to borrow clothes from me, and change in front of me. I had been very hesitant the first few times she had asked me to put something on for her so she could see how it looked on me, but eventually I had become more comfortable. I still hadn’t ever gotten naked in front of her.
“You know what,” she said. “I think the dress will work best if you take off the bra and panties as well.”
Record scratch.
“What?!” I exclaimed.
“The dress has a steep neck, alright? The bra lines will show, maybe even the bra itself. Look, don’t worry alright? I put the dress on earlier to check, it’s very snug and no one will even notice. Now take them off,” she said.
“Okay. Um…,” I looked at her, hoping she would step out of the room so I could change.
She rolled her eyes.
“Babe, don’t be a child, come on. I’ve gotten naked in front of you how many times, it’s no big deal.”
She walked behind me and undid the hook on my bra and pulled it away from my grasp before I had a chance to even process what was happening. I covered my breasts and blushed hard.
“Now take the panties off before I pull them off you as well,” McKayla said.
I walked out of her room almost forty minutes later, feeling like a bride about to step into the chapel. The dress was incredibly beautiful, and I had just stood in front of the mirror for a full minute admiring how I looked in it.
“Come on, let’s get you drunk,” McKayla said.
Pretty soon I found myself having a fair bit of fun. My friends started arriving, and McKayla had given me my first taste of alcohol. I was surprised that it wasn’t too bad, but that was probably because McKayla had made sure all the alcohol at the party was in the form of fruity cocktails. McKayla, in her turn, was surprised that I hadn’t resisted her peer pressuring, and that I seemed quite eager all on my own.
The house started filling up with girls: friends of mine from my classes, girls from the sorority coming back to the house from uni, girls McKayla had invited. They all congratulated me and told me how pretty I looked in the wedding dress. One of the girls from the sorority started playing music and as more girls started to get buzzed from the selection of cocktails, several of them began to dance. Now it felt like a proper party. They dimmed turned off the normal lights on the ground floor and let the whole place only be lit up with the colored lights they had put up. I was quickly starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. I was already feeling more chatty and sociable, and warm. And I found the music feeling so good. I wanted to dance. The cocktails tasted pretty good, and that didn’t help matters at all.
I heard one of McKayla’s sorority sisters ask her, “When’s the entertainment going to be here?”
“Half an hour,” she replied. “I just talked to Jackson.”
She walked away, chatting with some girl I didn’t know, before I could ask her what ‘the entertainment’ was. And was she...referring to the same Jackson I knew? Why had she invited him? I had read about how bachelorette parties were. Had she hired a male stripper? My heart raced at the thought. What was I going to do if she had? Walk out? And be called a fun-hating prude for the rest of my time in Denver? Liam’s voice echoed in my head.
‘Babe, you have my word. Go out and do whatever you want, okay? Whatever happens that night stays there.’
I didn’t get more time to mull it over because a friend of mine, Lisa, saw me standing pensively near the food table and pulled me into the crowd which was dancing to the music, and made me dance with her. She had a lit cigarette in her hand, and she placed it in between my lips.
“Here, take a drag,” she said.
Well, first time for everything. I took a drag, and immediately realized that it was -not- a cigarette. My dad was a smoker, and that’s not what cigarettes smelled like.
“What -cough- was that?” I said, in between coughs.
“Just a little joint. To loosen you up!”
It must’ve been really strong because I immediately felt a hit, and suddenly the music felt different to my ears.
“Now come on, let�
�s dance!” she said.
The alcohol had done a good job loosening me up. And so I continued to dance with her, and as the music filled my head up and I danced carelessly under the colored lights. For the first time in a long while, I knew what having fun really felt like.
A few minutes later someone stopped the music and turned the normal lights back on, and we all groaned together.
I heard McKayla speak up over the crowd.
“Alright, everyone! Come on, the entertainment is here!”
The girls around me cheered while I watched, nervously.
“Please welcome,” she shouted, “the Colorado Rhinos!”
The girls cheered and I watched as one by one, the players of our college football team entered the foyer and then filed into the living room among claps and hoots from the girls. They were all hulking black guys, mostly from second year to fourth, so nineteen years old at the least. All of them had similar builds; broad chests and thick, muscular arms. I knew a lot of girls from university who harbored intense crushes on one or more of them. They were quite handsome. And then there he was. Jackson. At my bachelorette party. I couldn’t believe that McKayla had invited him even though she knew about his history with Liam and I.
I did feel a wave of relief mixed with confusion at the same time. Not male strippers. Good. But why the football team?
The music started up once again and the normal lights went dark as the boys began mingling and drinking and dancing with the girls. Very quickly almost all of them had drinks in their hands. I imagined that they’d probably show up anywhere as long as free drinks were provided. I felt a bit of resentment that they were here. I was dancing and having a fun time but now...in front of guys...I felt self conscious. I began walking up to McKayla who was chatting with someone in a corner to ask her why she had invited these guys. I hadn’t even gotten across half the room when one of the guys planted himself in my way. Jackson.
I’m just five foot three and he was a full foot taller than me, towering over me. I looked up at him. Close cropped hair on the sides with dreads up top.
“So you’re the young bride, huh?” he asked, smiling at me. “I had no idea, what a pleasant surprise this is.”
Everything he was as a bully in high school, he was now. With the unfettered, cocky confidence, the good looks, the dominant physical form.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling back at him politely.
“You know I’ve always found you hot. A lot of guys here do too. Shame that you’re going off the market at what, twenty?”
“I haven’t been on the market for years now,” I replied.
The alcohol had loosened my tongue.
“That’s just cruel to men,” he said. “But you can make up for it by dancing with me.”
At first I began to search for the most polite way to turn him down. But then a little voice in my mind asked me when the last time was that I had ever danced with a man? Other than the two minutes with Liam at prom. Didn’t I want to be McKayla for tonight? Why was I turning him down? This would be the last time I’d get to feel it. And it’s not like Liam was going to find out about it. Celebrations were the best times to let go of the past, after all. I mustered up a lot of strength and surprised myself.
“Alright.”
Jackson reached down and grabbed my hand and walked me into the mess of people dancing beside us. Immediately he pulled me very close to him and we began to dance, a column of violet light illuminating both of us. My heart immediately began to speed up. He was so different in every way than Liam. Than everything I was used to. A huge, muscular black man had me in his arms.
“God, you look so fucking sexy in this wedding dress,” he said.
I felt his hands on my waist as I blushed.
“Th-thanks,” I said.
“Your husband is going to be lucky to have you,” he said, leaning in close to my ear.
Somewhere inside me I felt pride, that this guy who so many girls in the university had a crush on, was complimenting me. I was very conscious of the touch of his hands on my waist.
I must’ve drunk more than I should’ve because now I was feeling really tipsy. A soft synthwave song played over the speakers that reminded me of 80s pop songs that my dad loved to play in his car when I was a kid. It was so easy to let loose. I felt Jackson’s arms slid just an inch lower, and towards my back.
More people joined the crowd that was dancing, almost filling the living room completely and spilling out into the foyer and dining areas. I saw that the guys all had girls in their arms already. McKayla was grinding lewdly on a tall guy. It was a bit strange, seeing it. Girls from first year, mere eighteen years old...a few of my friends, older sorority girls like McKayla, all paired up with these massive black men. I wondered how I looked. With my pristine white wedding dress and pale skin, with a strong, black man’s arms at my back. I felt Jackson almost imperceptibly slid his hands down towards my butt. A shiver went through me right as a spark went off between my thighs. And then suddenly his hands grabbed my butt and squeezed it, making me gasp. Before I could process any of it he turned me around and pulled me close once more, so that my butt was pressed up against his crotch. I felt a big bulge...was that his manhood? I felt the heat spread through my body as my heart began to race. I was frozen, and I had no idea how to react. I couldn’t believe how brazen he was being, this total stranger!
I willed myself to feel anger and rage. That’s how I should’ve been reacting, right? I should’ve been screaming at him and making a scene. But I gulped, and my body refused to react that way. Instead its reaction confused me. I felt my nipples harden and poke through the dress, and I felt a twitching in my sex. I felt arousal.
‘Go out and do whatever you want, okay? Whatever happens that night stays there.’
If you asked me why I did what I did next, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Maybe it was Liam’s voice in my head telling me that tonight was going to have no repercussions. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was all those years of me suppressing every urge and want within me. Maybe it was just the taboo nature of it all. I pushed my butt back against him, feeling his bulge pressing into my butt. I’d done it without thinking.
Jackson leaned in and whispered into my ear, “You’ve never had a black cock before, right? Remember those pictures I used to send you?”
I gulped, as my heart raced even faster.
I felt his hand grab mine, and pull it back, between us...behind my back...and he pressed it against his bulge, letting me feel the warmth of his member through the jeans he was wearing. He felt massive. So that’s what one felt like. All those pictures the black jocks at my school used to sent in came rushing back into my memory. My mouth felt dry. We were both moving and swaying to the music. A fast pop song playing now, and he was slowly thrusting against my bottom. Everything felt like it was happening at a third of normal speed. Jackson’s hand came up and he held my chin.
“Every girl deserves a taste of black cock before she gets locked down, you know,” he whispered into my ear once more, sending chills down my spine.
He turned my head to him, and planted his lips on mine, leaving my eyes wide with shock. His tongue asked for entrance at my lips and I...just let him. What had been a spark between my legs had grown into a raging flame as we kissed. And just as abruptly as it had happened, he pulled away.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink. There’s other people who want a dance with the bride as well,” he said, flashing me a cocky smile and walking away out of the dancing crowd, leaving me standing there, breathing hard.
My body was buzzing with electricity. I had never felt excitement like this before. The lights came back on, and the music stopped once again.
“Alright guys, listen up!” I heard McKayla say, standing near the speakers. “It’s time for the entertainment to start, so take a seat if you can and clear the room!”
The living room had couches in a large semi circle and a bunch of chairs that the girls had pushed near the walls
to make space for people. There was a quick rush to grab these spaces to sit. I looked around, and McKayla beckoned me to her, and made me sit on a chair she had saved next to her.
“Having fun?” she asked me.
I could still almost feel Jackson’s hand on my butt and the way his tongue had felt against mine.
“Um, yeah,” I said, blushing.
“Well you haven’t seen nothing yet,” she said to me.
She addressed everyone once more.
“You all probably came to this bachelorette party expecting strippers and drinks and weed. Well we’ve got the drinks and weed covered, but we couldn’t get the strippers. But the good men of our college football team have agreed to help us out! Give a hand to the Colorado Rhinos!”
The boys all stood up, and music started playing again. I was wondering what was going on, until I saw them start to dance and take their jackets off.
“Feel free to help them out!” McKayla shouted, and the girls all cheered and clapped.
I saw Jackson walking towards me.
“Help me out with these jeans?” he asked me, and he lifted his leg and placed his foot on the armrest, cornering me.
I looked up at his handsome face, blushing even harder than before, my heartbeat rising once more. I wanted to obey him. I reached out and with trembling hands, began to undo his belt and unzip him, while McKyla clapped and cheered me on. He was still hard, I could see from the bulge. His belt hung open and I pulled his zip down.
“Pull it down,” he said to me quietly.
I reached out and pulled down on the jeans from either side of his waist, and dragged it down. My pussy demanded attention urgently. Might as well get this over with quickly. He could give me a lap dance or whatever McKayla had planned and we all could go home. As the hem of his jeans cleared his bent penis, it popped out. I had leaned in closer to him as my hands had dragged down the jeans, and the proximity meant that when the massive black member of his that I had seen in pictures, it hit me on the nose. I recoiled and covered my mouth with my hands as McKayla laughed out loud and whooped.