At my bachelor party

Lindsey and I occasionally texted but after that road trip I didn’t go up to Chicago and see her. We both went our own ways, and that trip just became a nostalgic memory. Anytime I get stuck in traffic or past a rest stop, I think about her. But I did see her one more time.

So something you might not know, when Monica and I were getting married, we had our own separate bachelor and bachelorette parties. We both agreed that they were free nights, and we would never talk about what happened. One last night to go wild before a very committed marriage.

Monica says, “You can tell us about your bachelor party. I won’t get mad or judge. But I will not be telling you about mine. That story is locked and buried.”

So on the Saturday night of my bachelor party weekend in Chicago. The guys took me to a popular club, and got our group our own private booth or table or whatever. And one of our bottle girls happened to be Lindsey.

Ross says, “No fucking way! That bottle girl was the one you took on this road trip? The description of her matches up though. Still a hot little blonde.”

Joey adds, “I knew you fucking knew her! There was no way you were that smooth at picking up chicks. And I don’t remember her name being Lindsey. It started with a L though.”

When we sat down, two very attractive and tightly dressed bottle girls introduced themselves. I recognized Lindsey immediately. She looked much older, and was wearing too much makeup. But it was the same girl. She still had a small rocking body, and was wearing a two bras at the same time, pushing her small boobs up to form nice cleavage.

She introduced herself as Lexie. The guys pointed me out as the special boy of the night. They flirted with her and told her to make sure she got me good and drunk. She looked at me and smiled. There was recognition in her eyes. Lindsey said, “I’ll make sure he gets so drunk, I’ll have to give him a ride home.”

The boys cheered at that one. The **** was flowing and the music was good. I’m glad I never saw the bill the guys had to split. Girls were coming into the booth and dancing with us. Everyone was having a good time.

Lindsey was constantly checking on me, and keeping my drink filled. She flirted, but kept it professional. She actually brought me over some really cute girls to dance with. By dance, I meant grind her fat asses on my cock. I was horny, and I wanted to get my dick wet. I was going to take full advantage of my agreement with Monica about a free night.

The guys were doing a good job of roping girls in to go back to the hotel with us. I think I may have had a choice between four hot and willing women. Each of them had actually made out with me at some point during the night.

I was sloppy at the end of the night. We were about to go home. Ross with slurred speech asked Lindsey, “Hey Lexie. My boy Chandler is drunk. You ready to take us home?”

Lindsey smiled, “Sure. How many people am I taking?”

“Well, me, Chandler, Joey and these four fine looking sluts.” Ross said pointing to the ladies.”

Lindsey answered, “Yeah. You should all be able to fit into my Suburban. But just to let you guys know, I’ll be expecting a big tip.”

“Chandler has a big tip for you,” Joey laughed.

Ross said, “Don’t worry I have a lot of cash. You’ll be surprise how much generous I am when I’m wasted.”

We all stumbled out of the club, and climbed into Lindsey’s black Suburban. It was really nice. I got to ride shotgun next to her. I did a horrible job at navigating, but she got us to the hotel.

The three of us shared a two bedroom suite. I got the room with the king bed, and Ross and Joey shared the room with two queen beds. Lindsey parked at the entrance and the six scrambled out of the back and into the hotel lobby. Ross handed Lindsey a big wad of cash. I saw a few hundred dollar bills in there.

Joey yelled, “Let’s go Chandler. Time to get our dicks wet.”

Out the open passenger window I said, “Give me a minute. I need to ask Lexie if she’ll do me a favor. I’ll meet you up there.” I turned and looked at Lindsey and said, “Hi.”

She smiled and said, “Hi Chandler it’s been a while since I’ve seen the boy who changed my life by getting me the hell out of Maine.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen the girl who made me fall in love in just two days. I was heartbroken after that trip which was crazy because it was so much fun.” The **** had dissolved any of my filters.

“I know. I could see it in your eyes that last day. Which is why I pulled away from you, and disconnected. I’m sorry, but it was for the best. You look really good by the way. Still looking fit.” She squeezed my forearm.

I asked, “Want to park this behemoth and come up to my room with me?”

Lindsey replied, “You’re getting married.”

I said, “Not tonight. And besides I don’t have any money on me to pay for your gas. I have another way to pay though.”

She parked her big SUV, and we walked through the lot to the hotel. I reached over and held her hand. We walked hand-in-hand to the hotel room.

When I opened the door, the guys and the four girls were still partying but with less clothes. No one was fully naked yet, but they were getting there.

Joey saw the door open, and yelled, “About fucking time Chandler. These girls are begging for a cock in their mouth.”

I ignored him, and continued with Lindsey hand-in-hand to my room and shut the door. I heard Ross yell, “No fucking way Chandler just brought the hot fucking waitress back to his room. Am I losing my mind? How drunk am I?”

So I don’t know for sure what happened with Ross, Joey and the four girls. That would be their story to tell, if they want. But I just know what happened with me and Lindsey.