Chapter 2
This chapter is a little sexier, but not heavily so. It does contain some experimental bondage at a Bachelorette Party, a sex toy, some nudity and an exotic dancer doing a bad thing.
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The Bachelorette Party
As soon as we got there, Tiffany held out an empty pillow case, saying, "Okay, all phones and cameras in the bag, ladies. No texting or chatting up your friends, we've got serious partying to do tonight. No photos or videos either. You know my motto, 'What happens at Tiffany's..."
"Stays at Tiffany's," we all finished for her.
"That's right. Our monkey business is nobody else's business. Fork them over." She started collecting phones and cameras.
"Brenda won't have a record of her party," Tammie protested, pulling her phone away.
"Believe me," Tiffany said, "this party will be indelibly recorded in her little lizard brain. She won't need a photographic record. She'll have memories to last a lifetime. Give it up, Tammie." She shook the bag.
Tammie added her phone to the pile. "Is that all of them?" Tiffany asked.
"I think it's every one," I said, "but I have to wonder what you have planned if we can't keep a record of it."
"Nothing more than the usual bachelorette games and activities, Brendasis, but it might get a little risqué, so no record."
She disappeared with the pillow case, stashing it away some place in her bedroom. When she returned, she got some jello shots from the fridge and handed them to Yvonne and me.
"Three each, please. You have to catch up to the rest of us."
What the hell; I was game. It was all in fun. I grabbed two reds and a green to downed them quickly, feeling them slithering down my throat with a cold burn. Yvonne did the same.
"Now the preliminaries are out of the way, what do you want to drink. I've got vodka martini's made or you can go with some bourbons and something, or wine, red or white."
"I'll go with a pinot if one is open," I said.
"Martini for me," Yvonne added.
Tiffany poured Yvonne a drink out of a pitcher and handed me a delightful, crisp, Pinot Grigio she'd been crowing about finding.
"Everybody gather round in the living room now," Tiffany said. "The first thing we're going to do is get to know the prospective bride a little more and a lot more about the groom. Everybody gets to ask the bride a question about herself, and a question about Tan. Donna, why don't you start."
We all settled on chairs and couches in the living room.
"Let me see," Donna pondered, "what to ask. Have you ever done it with a black man and how big is Tan's dick?"
"No, and I don't know. Next."
"Wait a minute here, girl. I got to know more. How come you don't know how big Tan's dick is?"
"I've never seen it, though I did touch it once in his pants."
"You mean you're engaged to that fine, fine man and you ain't done the dirty with him yet?" Donna asked, amazed.
"Nope. I've been saving myself for marriage. He doesn't get this until the knot is tied," I replied, waving my hand up and down my body.
"You mean you ain't done the dirty with anyone? What's wrong with you, girl? You wasting your life, you ain't had no cock yet? I live for cock, it's my reason for existence."
Sydney quipped, "Well that explains why he's so grouchy after seeing you."
"I knew you were saving yourself for the man you wanted to marry," Tiffany said, "but you didn't start jumping his bone when he agreed to be your ball and chain?"
"No. I wanted to be a virgin on our wedding night."
"Please tell me he at least licks your pussy?" Erin asked.
"He wanted to. I haven't let him yet."
"Well, there goes most of the questions I had about Tan," Tammie said. "Brenda won't know the answer to any of them."
They all laughed. "Got that right, sister," Cheyenne said.
"I can tell you he's a great kisser. I get wet just kissing him," I said.
"Have you done anything with Tan other than kiss?" Maria asked.
"He's fondled my breasts and kissed my nipples. I've let him touch my kitty, but I stopped him when he tried to put his finger in it."
They all looked at each other and back at me like I was an alien with tentacles.
Donna asked, "Are you the oldest living virgin in town?"
Everybody laughed again, even me, though I felt weird laughing about my own lack of experience.
"How will you know if you and Tan will be sexually compatible, Brenda?" Suki asked. She pulled Erin down for a kiss.
"People used to get married all the time without having sex with each other first. It's only the last three hundred years women even had a choice who they married. Marriages were arranged by your family. They somehow got through it. If you look at the reasons why people get divorced, sexual incompatibility isn't even in the top ten. Infidelity, money issues, arguing, in-laws, lack of communication, different goals, drug or alcohol abuse and physical or mental abuse are all way up on the lists; not sexual incompatibility."
"Still," Cheyenne said, "not knowing what Tan is like in the sack? Do you know anything, Sydney?"
"Me!" Sydney protested. "Why do you think I'd know anything about Tan?"
"I'm not suggesting you've committed incest, baby sister, but maybe some of his homies talked to you about it or some of his previous girlfriends said something," Cheyenne said. "Anything. Does he have a normal cock or does he have a wee willie winkie?"
"Look," Sydney said. "I know Tan was a player in the past and most of what I've heard about his sexual prowess is good. I did walk in on him once choking the chicken and I didn't get a good look at his junk but it looked all right to me."
"Wait a minute," Donna said. "Brenda, you said you touched him once under his pants. He got everything needed to keep a girl happy?"
Everyone looked at me. I thought for a minute. "Well, I reached down through his jeans and my fingers were down touching his testicles, and his penis came up to about here on my arm." I pointed up to a point past my wrist, maybe seven or eight inches up.
"Oh, girl, you all right. That man's dick is going to do you just fine," Donna said.
"Just hold on," Cheyenne said. "It wasn't a pencil dick was it? Please tell me it was a little thick?"
I had to think about that too. I hadn't touched it very long. "I held it for a moment and my fingers and thumb couldn't quite reach all the way around. Maybe this far apart." I held up my hand and made a circle with my thumb and forefinger. The tips were about an inch apart, maybe a little more. "I don't see as if it makes a difference. I've never been with anyone else, so I've got no basis for comparison. He'll be the biggest penis I've ever had in me. Should be plenty good enough based on that alone."
Donna said, "Honey, you ever want to throw that man back in the pond, I'd be happy to add some white meat to my diet."
We all laughed again. "Anybody need more drinks?" Tiffany asked. Six of us raised our hand, including me. "Three more martinis, two white wines, one red." Tiffany poured herself another martini as well, knocking back the last of her first one to fill up her glass again. She came back and folded herself on the couch beside me. The three jello shots and first glass of wine had gone to my head a little. I was not a big drinker and unaccustomed to lots of alcohol. I wasn't spinning, but I was feeling giddy.