index


Message-ID: <42069asstr$1051258206@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Elena" <thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Subject: {ASSM} Hen night (FF) by Elena
Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 04:10:06 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d



"Hen Night" (FF) by Elena

This story is rude.  It has sex in it.  Do not read it if you are not
supposed to.

The author grants permission for this story to be distributed in any way, on
the condition that the text is unchanged and the contact e-mail address
thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk is given.

####################

Kirsty's face blanched, and a look of panic came into her eyes.

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to chunder!"

Caro was at her side as quickly as she could.  "Come on woman," she said,
"To the ladies."  Putting an arm around Kirsty, Caro hauled her to her feet
and started dragging her towards the back of the pub.

Over at the bar, Sheena spotted the pair staggering between the tables.  She
followed quickly, coming over and taking Kirsty from the other side.
Between them, Sheena and Caro managed to manoeuvre Kirsty to the loo.

Sheena held Kirsty's hair and veil out of the way as Kirsty wept and
vomited.

*****

"I'm so sorry."

"Yes, we know you're sorry," said Caro in her most patient voice.  "Now
we're going to get you home and everything will be all right."

Sheena was at the kerb, waving frantically at the traffic trying to flag
down a taxi.  She knew it wouldn't be an easy task; although the pubs hadn't
shut yet and the resultant rush for a ride hadn't started, not many drivers
would want a girl as drunk as Kirsty on their back seat.  It was a big risk
to the upholstery.

"I'm really, really sorry."

"It's all right.  You're going home now."  Caro stroked Kirsty's shoulder
gently.

The rest of the hen party was still drinking.  Caro and Sheena had promised
to get the bride-to-be home safely, make sure she was okay.

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, you're sorry..."

*****

"She should have some water."

Caro nodded at Sheena, and went into Kirsty's tiny kitchen.  She found a
pint glass and filled it at the tap.  It was a bit of a struggle, but
eventually they convinced Kirsty to drink.

"Need to pee."  Kirsty staggered to her feet towards the bathroom.  Caro
didn't let her shut the door in case she locked it; the last thing she
needed was her best friend passed out from alcohol poisoning where no-one
could help her.  Kirsty pulled down her knickers and slumped on the seat,
while Caro stood at the door, looking the other way but ready to help if
needs must.  After a while, the sound of weeing stopped but Kirsty didn't
stand up.

"Kirsty!"

"Wha?"

"You need to go to bed girl."

"Want to go to bed."

"Sheena, can you give me a hand?"

*****

Caro handed Sheena the hot mug of coffee, and sat down next to her on the
sofa.

"Thanks."  Sheena took a tentative slurp.  "Ah, that's good."

"Do you think we should stay?"

"I reckon we'd better.  She's very bad.  I don't want to leave her on her
own."

*****

"It's not that I think she's making a mistake.  She's obviously very happy
with Mark, he loves her, she wants to get married.  I just worry that she's
doing it for the wrong reasons."

"Why do you think she's doing it Sheena?"

"From the way she talks, she's got this big idea about the big wedding and
the house and the kids and all that stuff, a dog and two cats, I don't know.
I know she loves him, I just think she likes the idea of being a wife more
than she likes the idea of being Mark's wife, if you know what I mean."

Caro pondered.

"She's young.  Still, I think she's sure about him."

"We're all young!  We're only twenty-three!  I don't want to get married
yet."

"Neither do I," Caro agreed.

They sat silently for a moment.

"Haven't you ever wondered about it?" asked Sheena.

"About what?"

"What you would do if someone asked you to marry you?  Would you say yes?"

Caro pondered some more.

"I don't know.  Probably not."

"Definitely not.  There's so much I want to do with my life yet."

"Sheena," Caro sighed, "We're not her.  She has to make her own decisions."

"We're her best friends.  We should look out for her."

"There's some things you just can't say, not even to your best friends."

*****

Caro walked back into the living room.

"How is she?"

"Still passed out," replied Caro, "but I think she'll be all right."

Kirsty didn't have a spare bed in her flat, so Caro and Sheena slouched on
the sofa, trying to get comfortable as best they could.

"You know all those things you want to do with your life, Sheena?"

"Yeah?"

"What are they?"

"I don't know.  It just seems like there's something coming, you know what I
mean?"

"Not really."

"As if there's, I don't know.  Opportunities to be had.  Things to be done."

"Oh."

*****

There was something serious about the atmosphere, as though the night had
been set aside for truth.  This was Kirsty's last night out as a single
woman; this time next week would be the night before her wedding.  On the
wedding day, Sheena and Caro would be behind her in matching dresses of
ice-blue satin, watching her as she took her vows.  Tonight, Kirsty was
passed out cold, sprawled face-down on her bed.  Every so often Caro or
Sheena would look in on her to make sure she was fine.  Every so often,
Sheena or Caro would make another cup of coffee.

In one moment, Caro took a chance she never thought she would take.  Caro
was sitting upright, Sheena lying back with her head and upper body upon
Caro's lap.

Caro realised that her hand was upon the side of Sheena's breast, just
resting there.  Sheena didn't seem to have noticed.

Caro began to move her hand, stroking Sheena's breast through the glittery
material of her party dress, her fingers straying to the nipple.

*****

Sheena looked up at her.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know."  Caro was embarrassed.  Sheena was her friend, and she felt
that she had crossed an inappropriate boundary.

Sheena sat upright next to her.  Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, and it
didn't seem that inappropriate any more.

"It's fine," she said.  "Really it's fine."  Sheena leaned in close, and it
seemed for a moment as if neither of them would dare to cross that last gap.
Then, it just happened; they both moved in and their lips met.  The kiss was
hesitant and tired, but to each of them it felt uniquely powerful as if each
tentative movement was magnified within them.

Sheena's arm reached out first, touching Caro's shoulder.  She stroked the
bare flesh there gently, her fingers running back and forth over the
spaghetti strap of Caro's dress.  Caro reached out too, and without thinking
they were in an embrace, their upper bodies pressed together.  Sheena had
never felt another woman's breasts against hers before, and the feeling was
oddly arousing to her; for a second she wondered at it, then the thought was
forgotten in the wonder of her feelings.  Her leg pressed against Caro's,
then her hand came down and stroked Caro's bare thigh.  She moved it up
until it reached Caro's thong knickers.  Caro moaned; soon they were both
wiggling and rocking as they kissed, the feeling of the motion of their
bodies against each other intense and electric.

Caro slipped her hand inside Sheena's dress.  Both of Sheena's nipples were
now hard, and she couldn't remember the last time they'd felt so sensitive,
so hungry for another's touch.  Sheena's dress was strapless and Caro gently
pulled down the elasticated top edge until Sheena's breasts were bare.  Caro
began to kiss a nipple, teasing it gently with her teeth, flicking it firmly
with her tongue.  Sheena let out a quiet, high-pitched moan and rocked
backwards, pulling Caro with her.  Now Caro was above her, and Sheena
reached up to touch Caro's bum, then slid her fingers inside Caro's
knickers, feeling for the first time the wetness of another woman.

Caro knew what she was doing and played with each breast in turn, sucking on
the nipple, squeezing the soft flesh.  Then, she pulled up Sheena's dress
and kissed her through her knickers.  They were wet through.  She pulled
then down, and stood so that she could remove them completely.  Then she
knelt again, this time between Sheena's thighs as she found Sheena's clit
with her tongue and gently sucked and flicked at it.  With three fingers she
filled Sheena's hole and wiggled her fingertips inside to reach every
sensitive spot.

Sheena bit her lip as she came.  Her hands had been resting lightly upon
Caro's hair, but at the moment of climax she curled her fingers into it,
feeling the silkiness between her hands and holding on as everything became
too, too intense.

Sheena sat their a moment, and Caro let her ride the feelings until she had
settled again.

There were no words, but Caro pushed Sheena gently off her.  Caro stood,
pulled down her own knickers and sat again.  Sheena looked nervous but
determined.  Caro slid forward to the edge of the sofa, and pulled Sheena
over, pulling her down until Sheena was on her knees on the floor.  Sheena's
hesitated as her lips met Caro's juice, then with determination she began to
try and copy what Caro had done to her, using her lips and tongue.

Caro placed one hand on Sheena's head to help direct her, and with the other
she rubbed her own breasts roughly through her dress, rubbing the nipples to
wakefulness.  After a while, Sheena began fingering her, and Caro began to
rock back and forth, fucking against her friend's hand and grunting as her
breath came faster and faster and she could feel her orgasm coming close.

Only when she came did she speak, and then only to say "Oh, oh, oh..."

*****

They sorted their clothing in silence before sitting down once more
together.  Neither of them wanted Kirsty to wake and find them entwined, but
they cuddled close for warmth and comfort, seeking reassurance in each
other.

It was some time before Sheena spoke.

"Have you ever, you know, done it with another woman before?"

Caro nodded.  "Yes."

"You didn't tell us."

"I didn't know how."

Sheena nodded.

Caro hesitated, then asked "Have you?"

"No.  I'm not gay."

"Right," said Caro.

"It's just tonight, you know, and you."

"Yeah."

*****

"Fuck.  I feel like shit," mumbled Kirsty as she staggered out of the
bedroom.  As she meandered into the living room, she saw her two bridesmaids
asleep together on the sofa, still in their party dresses from the night
before.

"Fuck."

Kirsty staggered towards the bathroom.  She was glad she had such good
friends to look after her.  She loved them both, she really did.

####################
Author's note:
Ever been on a hen night?  I personally think there's something grim about
them -- the desperate need to make things as fun and as crazy as possible
often ends in grief, vomit and brawling.  I wish more hen nights ended like
this one.  It would definitely encourage me to go on them!

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+