Chapter 12: Get Together

A couple of years ago, my friend Rosa, a great friend of mine since childhood, moved to Barcelona for work reasons, and there she met a fantastic guy whom she decided to marry after a few months of dating. Because all her friends lived far from Barcelona, she suggested having the bachelor and bachelorette parties one day before the wedding so that most of us could attend; after all, you only get to celebrate your bachelor/bachelorette party once in a lifetime. Carlos, my boyfriend, and his friends didn't know the groom well, but they joined the men's bachelor party, and I naturally joined the girls'. The wedding the next day was in the afternoon, so we had the whole night and the following morning to sleep.

My boyfriend Carlos and I arrived in Barcelona early, went straight to Rosa's new house, and met her future husband, Sergio, who, besides being tall and handsome, was charming. Rosa was stunning, with her long, curly black hair, her brown eyes, and such a sweet face. We spent the entire morning, until lunchtime, helping the bride finalize some last-minute wedding details. At lunchtime, our friend Tomás joined the helping effort as he arrived then. Around 4 in the afternoon, while Carlos and Tomás stayed to help Rosa bring a lot of things up to her new house, Sergio went to prepare the banquet for the next day, and I went to a beauty salon. I got a modern haircut and style, with very short, layered blonde hair, I also got a manicure, went for a few UV rays, a skin treatment, full leg wax, leaving my pubic hair very neatly trimmed, just the way my man likes it.

At nine, I arrived at the hotel where Carlos was already waiting for me.

That night was expected to be very hot and humid, so we had to wear light clothing. I wanted to look sexy and decided on a yellow chiffon dress, very light and airy, with straps, a deep neckline, and very short on the thigh; my boyfriend loved it and it got him extremely excited.

"How great that dress looks on you!" he said.

"I know you like it, my love, I'll let you take it off later," I replied.

"I don't know if I can hold out..." he answered, excited. "You look incredible!"

I love it, and it turns me on when he says those things, and he knows it, but the truth is that dress was also genuinely very sexy and looked great on me.

We said goodbye with some passionate kisses and headed to our respective parties, him with the guys and me with the girls.

When my friends saw me arrive, they greeted me.

"Damn girl, you're going to steal all our suitors!" commented Carmen, who was single and looking for a boyfriend at the time.

"You look so beautiful and sexy!" said another.

"Wow, look at those legs!" complimented my friend Rosa.

The more things I heard, the more I liked it, the more I strutted and walked among them, and my airy little dress lifted, fully revealing my thighs. The waiter who would be serving us dinner didn't take his eyes off me all night.

The entire dinner was full of joking, laughter, a lot of wine, and especially criticizing men—I don't know what happens, but whenever women get together, we always end up talking about the same thing: men. I suppose they do the same talking about women. Then, after the cava and coffee, typical bachelorette party items were distributed, sex-shop gifts like: colored and flavored condoms, walking penises, a super-sexy lingerie set, a small vibrator for the future bride, etc...

Afterward, we went to a nightclub where almost all of us continued to drink heavily. We stayed until past three in the morning, laughing, teasing, and dancing. I remember two other friends and I were dancing on top of the club's speakers with more than sensual dances and getting the staff hot. A waiter even had to help us get rid of some guys who kept trying to grope us.

In that nightclub, there was a mixed-race guy I really liked. I made some suggestive gestures at him, he approached me, and then I danced in front of him for a long time, caressing myself through the dress, and he obviously loved it. That guy had very piercing black eyes and a divine body. After a while, he pressed very close to me from behind, allowing me to feel his beautiful package harden against my butt. He ran a hand around my waist, which I felt through the light fabric of my dress, and with the other, he grazed one of my breasts. At the same time, I caressed his beautiful ass behind me. The truth is, I got him very hot, and he did the same to me, but it stopped there, with some simple fondling and hot, sensual rubbing. He insisted on taking me to his apartment, but even though I really wanted to frolic with that dark-skinned man, I told him:

"Not tonight, I can't. Maybe another day?"

It's not that he was completely convinced, but despite everything, he behaved politely and accepted my refusal. The guy was incredible...

Around four, we decided to each go to our own homes or hotels, as we had a wedding the next day and needed to rest, especially Rosa, who was the one getting married. We said goodbye, took several taxis, and went to rest.

I arrived at my hotel, picked up the key card at reception, and went to my room. Before opening the door, I heard noises and laughter behind it. My surprise came as soon as I entered: I found a curious scene: Carlos, my boyfriend, totally drunk, lying in bed in his underwear, snoring loudly. Next to him was Tomás, his inseparable friend, also in his underwear and equally drunk. César, another friend from the gang, was lying on the floor drinking straight from a bottle of rum, and next to him, Lolo and Chema, who were friends of the groom, and Sergio, the future groom, were sitting on the floor on the blue carpet, telling dirty jokes. All of them were only in their underwear.

They noticed me when I walked in, except for Carlos and Tomás, who were deeply asleep and snoring next to each other. A silence fell...

"What happened?" I asked, surprised.

"These guys, they don't know how to drink," Sergio said.

As they explained, what had happened was that they had been at a nightclub, and some couldn't handle the mix of drinks very well, which was the case with my boyfriend and Tomás. So, they decided to bring them back to the hotel room, take off their clothes, put them in bed, and wait for them to sober up.

"And why are you all in your underwear?" I asked again. The question answered itself, as it was very hot that day, especially in that room, as I remember that night was hot in every sense. Lolo apologized, saying it was too hot and they were suffocating putting the guys to bed. They couldn't just leave them alone until they sobered up, so they continued their own little party in our hotel room, as cool as possible.

"Okay! We'll wait a while until they sober up a bit, right?" I commented.

They invited me to sit on the floor with them, and I agreed. I took off my shoes and settled onto a pillow on the floor. They served me a drink, and we continued telling jokes, chatting, drinking, and smoking for a good while.

After a few spicy jokes, Sergio, the future groom, invited me to take off my dress and stay in my underwear like them.

"Why don't you take off that dress? You'll be more comfortable... it's so hot," he commented.