Getting better acquainted with her friends…

Frank laughs, “I knew it! Walt had you relay this to me as a final test to let me know even he agrees that I’d make a better fiance than that wimp! Well since even your parents give me their blessings, why not get down with it right here!”

Stunned in utter bewilderment by this guy’s denseness, you didn’t even register him coming in for a kiss. You murmur in surprise, lips meeting his, smelling and tasting booze from him as he try to lash his tongue passed your tight shut lips. You’ve seen your daughter make out to her lover before so not worried of gossip of her losing her first kiss but rather her being seen flaking out on him or worst if this sneaky fucker is first to get in her pants!

You feel a hand grope your tit, a first for you getting grabbed so roughly on the soft mound and not in masturbation. You gasp, ready to give an ear-lashing but only to get drown out by his tongue now successfully getting into your mouth! You muffled angrily, struggling. Your mind race on what to do. Guess having him around fishing to keep him as a backup for his girl was more mistake than solution. Maybe Frank would also remember the time he pulled the fish up just to get smack by it in the left nut, you thought as you kneed his crotch.

Frank froze then crumples quickly after with a pained weak exhale, “D-damn, just like that time that fish…”, but then slumps over.

You did a jig, taunting, “Fuck yeah, who’s the man now!” , then seeing he’s really out cold, check and took his wallet and scrammed, considering your even now for that unwanted mouthful you just got. You decided to run into a shop just to almost ran head first in Allison’s other friend, Samantha’s DD-cup tits!

Samantha stumbles back surprise, “A-Allison? I thought you couldn’t hang out with us because you’re getting ready for your Big Day? Did you see Frank? He ran out just now saying he saw you.”

You, catching your breadth, answer, finding it hard not to stare at the young brunette’s big cleavage v-cut, “Oh uh, yeah, but he said he got a stomach ache from eating out and went home. So if you see him in pain, you know why, heh.”

Another girl, red head goth girl with b-cups, steps up beside Samantha, you recognizing her also a friend too but not her name. She chews on a bubble gum half interested until saying, “Yeah, but how? We’re hunting for a restaurant right now…”, then proceeds to blow a big bubble.

You shrug, pulling out a wad of cash from the wallet, “Well I’m sure he can explain to you when he gets back. Wow, would you look at this. I’m pretty sure there’s a nice restaurant Far from this street corner here we can all go too, right girls?”

Popping her bubblegum, the redhead goth chick says bluntly to Samantha, “Yeah, he tried to smooch her again, even right before her big day. Totally hopeless.… Also that’s his wallet… Brutal.” Samantha pulls out some cash and passed it to the goth, looking stern with having lost a bet.

The three of you went to the restaurant you mention and after an hour there, Samantha eventually asks a big day related question, “Well, thanks for taking us on one more girl night out before you get hitched. If there’s anything you need us to help you with, let us know, ya here.”

You gasp realizing how much time has passed, “Oh my God! Actually, for the big day, I was suppose to go too-”