"Fuck yes"

SHANE

“Fuck yes, we can come,” I growled. And I kissed her hard on the mouth.

Our hips went into overdrive, writhing against each other through that joke of a bikini. Tracy’s tongue invaded my mouth, and I gave her nipples a good, strong tug—

“Oh my god!” she cried, “I’m coming! Oh, Shane! Ohh!!!”

She was way too fucking sexy for me to handle. I exploded, gripping her tits and soiling the g-string on my cock. White, sticky cum bubbled out everywhere.

Tracy collapsed against me, shaking like a leaf.

“Was that okay?” she said at last.

“That was amazing.”

“Good. I wanted to give you a bachelor party you’d never forget.”

I kissed her again, more playfully this time.

“What exactly did Ria ask you to do tonight?” I asked.

“I think her exact words were, ‘Do a dance, take off your clothes, and whatever happens, happens.'”

“What about her bachelorette party?” I asked. “Won’t they all be missing you?”

Tracy just laughed, “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about them. Your fiancé has got a surprise of her own on the way.”

RIA

I was having a hard time concentrating on the festivities.

Right about now, Tracy was no doubt shaking her great big boobs at my future husband. Or maybe straddling his lap and grinding the life out of him to some trashy song. I could only imagine how far they would take things. She was supposed to call me when it was over, to gossip, but I hadn’t heard so much as a peep—which meant that Shane was probably getting an even better show than I’d expected.

It was weird: I was jealous, but at the same time I also wasn’t. What’s it called again, when your brain can simultaneously hold two conflicting opinions? Cognitive dissonance? No, that’s something else. Nevermind.

I felt possessive of Shane, but I honestly kind of liked the mental image of him fooling around with another woman. And, since I knew that other woman was Tracy, I felt like it was okay. She was my best friend, so in some ways it was almost like Shane was fooling around with an extension of me.

Plus, I kinda I owed my man a freebie after I’d accidentally screamed out Connor’s name during sex.

“Ria, it’s your turn!”

I **** my attention back to my bridesmaids—the three very different girls who’d all been kind enough to put their own Christmas Eve plans on hold to attend my bachelorette party:

Lois was an old friend from high school. Though she and I didn’t see a whole lot of each other anymore, we had a ton of amazing shared memories that I would cherish for life.

Katie and I had been going to the same Pilates class every morning since forever. She was a total sweetheart when you got to know her, but she always seemed determined to blend in with the wallpaper.

Then there was Becky, the nineteen-year-old receptionist at my office. Ever since Connor had quit his FedEx job last year to pursue a career in law enforcement, Becky’s adorable personality was the only thing that kept my daily corporate grind from becoming a living hell. Sure, she sometimes made me feel like an old woman despite the fact that I was still in my twenties, but I don’t know how I was going to survive when she inevitably left her receptionist job for something better.

They were all great girls, but Tracy was really the “life” of any party, and her departure had turned the volume down somewhat. We’d been reduced to playing a very tame version of “Never Have I Ever” when my phone beeped:

A text, from Tracy:

“All done.”

I quickly texted back: “What happened?”

After an agonizing thirty seconds, she responded: “He made a mess all over my bikini.”

I **** myself to breathe. She’d actually made him come?! It didn’t feel real.

“What is it?” Lois asked.

I exploded in a fit of nervous giggling. “Shane apparently enjoyed Tracy’s little strip tease quite a lot!”

“No surprise there,” Becky grinned.

“No, I mean—How can I put this delicately? Shane enjoyed himself… completely.”

Their jaws dropped.

Before she’d left, Tracy had explained to the other girls about the surprise we’d planned for my fiancé. But I think they all expected it to be more of a joke. None of us imagined that she’d—that he’d—that they’d actually—

They’d actually WHAT? Why did she have to be so coy about the details? How had it happened? I was more curious than ever.

“Are you upset?” Katie asked.

“No, I don’t think so, I’m just—Whoo! I mean, I’m glad he had a good time, but it’s so weird! Kind of feels like I just stepped off Space Mountain.”

I idly wondered if Connor knew his girlfriend had brought my fiancé to orgasm, and how he felt about it. I realized I WAS jealous. Not because I felt like Shane and Tracy had done anything wrong, but because they’d both gotten to have so much more fun tonight than me.

I was about to excuse myself from the party to call Tracy about it, when the doorbell rang. A voice boomed through the door: “Ho, ho, ho! Merrrrry Christmas!”