The champagne bottle felt cool in Lena’s hand as she found her balance on the balcony railing. No hesitation, no glance downward—just the weight of the silver and the cheers of her friends behind her. “I can do this,” she said, the words a promise to herself. It was her bachelorette party, and she had sworn she wouldn’t break any rules. But tonight belonged to her alone.
The apartment still pulsed, a sea of streamers and laughter. Marie, her best friend since childhood, pressed in beside her, eyes wide and gleaming with adrenaline. “And if you don’t make it?” she asked, the grin deep in her cheeks. “Then you pay for the next round.”
Lena shook her head, hair whipping in the night wind. “I’ll make it.” She hoisted herself up, heels firm on the cool metal, hands loose around the bottle neck. The others held their breath as she popped the cork—a sharp crack that pierced the darkness, and the champagne frothed over her fingers, ran down her wrist. She jumped back into the living room, the dress clinging to her thighs, wet and heavy.
Marie handed her a towel, the touch a fleeting spark. “You’re crazy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“This is my last free night,” Lena said, drying herself off. “Tomorrow I’ll be a good wife.” The words tasted foreign on her tongue.
The party dragged on, glasses emptying, voices growing louder, until only three remained: Lena, Marie, and a man named Felix. Felix was the brother of Lena’s fiancé, with a crooked smile and hands that constantly formed gestures, as if grasping invisible things. He had crouched in the corner all night, a beer in hand, watching. His eyes followed every movement, but he said little.
“Threesome,” Marie said suddenly, staring at her smartphone. “A dare for the bride.” She held up the screen, the list glowing in the blue light: “Threesome with a stranger. Points: 100.”
Lena laughed, but the laugh caught in her throat. “Now it’s getting absurd.”
“Absurd is good,” Marie said. Her gaze drifted to Felix, who raised an eyebrow. “We only have one candidate left.”
“I’m just the brother,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound defensive.
“Even better,” Marie said. “No feelings, just fun.”
Lena felt the heat in her cheeks, a tingling that crept deeper. She looked at Felix, who studied her without blinking, as if weighing her. “I don’t know,” she said softly, and the words felt like a confession.
“Scared?” Marie asked, stepping closer. “You just hung from the fourth floor balcony.”
“That was different.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Marie said, standing close beside her, their shoulders touching. “It’s just one night. And if we do it, we do it right.” Her hand lay on Lena’s arm, light but commanding.
Felix put his beer down, but he stayed seated, arms on the backrest, legs wide, an invitation. His gaze wandered from Lena to Marie, as if weighing them. “I’m out if you want.”
Lena took a deep breath, the alcohol humming in her blood, but her mind was clear. She looked at Marie, who had known her since kindergarten, who had caught her when her mother died, who had never asked anything of her—except tonight. “Okay,” Lena said. “But we do it my way.”
Marie nodded slowly. Felix stood up, his steps quiet on the carpet. “What rules?”
“No names, no pet names, no kisses on the mouth,” Lena said. “And we stop if anyone says enough.”
“Agreed,” Felix said. His voice was deep and calm, like water in the night.
Marie took Lena’s hand and led her into the bedroom. The bed was still freshly made, the scent of lavender hanging in the air, heavy and sweet. She undressed Lena slowly, as if it were a ritual. The dress fell to the floor, a silky whisper, then the bra, the panties. Lena stood naked before her, skin pale in the moonlight, breasts heavy and nipples already hard. Marie touched her shoulder, stroked the curve of her breast, the line of her waist. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and her fingers left a trail of goosebumps.
Felix had stayed in the doorway, a shadow against the bright hallway. He undressed without haste, each movement deliberate. His chest was smooth, muscles shimmering in the half-dark. He had a slender body but broad shoulders, and when he dropped his pants, his erection was clearly visible, long and heavy, the glans dark with desire.
Marie turned and placed her hands on Lena’s hips. She pushed her gently onto the bed, the mattress giving way, cool and soft. Lena let herself fall, eyes on the ceiling, as Marie climbed onto the bed behind her. Her lips found Lena’s neck, soft kisses that felt like questions. Felix leaned over her, his breath warm on her belly, a cloud that made her skin prickle.
Lena closed her eyes. Marie’s lips wandered over her shoulder blades, while Felix’s fingers traced the inside of her thighs—soft, then firmer. She flinched as his hand moved higher, his fingers sliding into her wet opening. “You’re already wet,” he said, his voice rough.
“Stop talking,” Lena said. But it didn’t sound angry, more like a plea.
Marie laughed softly and nibbled on Lena’s earlobe, her breath hot and damp. “Let him do it.”
Felix bent lower and licked through her labia. His tongue was soft, purposeful, a wet stroke that electrified her. Lena moaned and dug her fingers into the duvet, while Marie stroked her breasts, playing with her nipples until they were hard under her fingertips, little knots of pleasure.
The rhythm of his tongue grew faster, more demanding. Lena felt the wave building, deep in her belly, her pelvis lifting toward him. Marie held her tight, arms around her waist, whispering in her ear: “Yes, enjoy it.” As the climax came, a tremor ran through her entire body, an explosion of warmth, and she cried softly into the pillow, teeth pressed into the fabric.
Felix straightened up, his face glistening, lips wet. Marie pulled her dress over her head, tossed it aside. She was slimmer than Lena, breasts smaller, but hips wide, waist narrow. She knelt before Felix, took his penis into her mouth, and Lena watched as her head moved, as her lips enveloped him, as Felix closed his eyes and buried his hands in Marie’s hair.
It was strange seeing Marie like this—her best friend, who had always protected her—
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