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  Conservative Christian Holly Gets Ganged By BBC At Her Bachelorette Party

  Liam

  Our glasses clinked together, sparkling with the colored lights in the bar that were pulsing in time with the music.

  “To happy days ahead,” said John, my best friend, raising his voice so that we could hear him over the din of people all around us.

  “To happy days ahead,” everyone repeated.

  We all downed whatever drinks remained in our glasses.

  “That’s gonna be it for me, lads. Gotta work on that polymerization project tomorrow in the morning,” said Ali, standing up.

  “Oh come on,” I said. “It’s not even ten yet!”

  “Hey, you’ve already found a bride. If I don’t get top grades in this course, I won’t,” he said, making everyone laugh. “I’m happy for you, I really am. Holly’s the most beautiful girl in the entire university. I know you guys are going to be so happy together.”

  “Hold up, I think I should leave too,” said John. “You were my ride here, so just drop me where you picked me up,” he said to Ali.

  “Oh you can’t be serious. Come on, boys!” I said. “Tell me the two of you are staying at the least.”

  Jason and Paul looked at me awkwardly.

  “Three people is hardly…,” Jason trailed off, embarrassed.

  Some stag party this had ended up being.

  “No, I get it. It’s alright, I have to get up early tomorrow as well anyway,” I lied. “Let’s all go.”

  And so we shook hands, and exchanged hugs, and they congratulated me once more, and we all just...walked out of the bar.

  I hailed an Uber home and collapsed onto the bed. I looked at my phone. 10: 30 pm. I hadn’t consciously thought about it at any point, but maybe somewhere along the way in my life I had developed some sort of visualization of what my bachelor party would be like.

  I thought I’d be home so much later. Drunk, stumbling into bed. With secrets to keep from my would-be wife that would stay between my friends and I forever. Maybe they’d have hired strippers for me, for the last night before I got tied down forever. I’d have resisted, trying to put up a front to save myself, but I’d have given in to their efforts and enjoyed the night.

  Instead of all that, me and my four nerdy friends had sat at a bar in a corner, drinking like we’d done so many times before and we were home before bedtime. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter either way, but it still stung somewhere deep.

  Holly wasn’t home. I wondered how her bachelorette party was going. I wondered if she was having more fun than I was. I remembered what she’d said to me as we were discussing our stag and hen dos.

  “Honey, my friends...they’ve asked me to tell you to forgive whatever happens on my bachelorette’s night. They said that it was going to get wild. And that you should give me the permission to do whatever I wanted for one night.”

  It was Holly, I’d thought. My innocent little Holly. With her big, blue eyes and her golden blonde hair coming down to her shoulders. How ‘wild’ could it get? She was a good, Christian girl. And I trusted her completely.

  “Babe, you have my word. Go out and do whatever you want, okay?” I had said. “Whatever happens that night stays there.”

  When I’d said that...in all honesty I was imagining this reasoning saving my own butt from potential sins. Now that I was lying in bed alone, dressed to the nines, with Holly off somewhere with her friends doing God knows what...my words were echoing in my ear.

  I trusted Holly. I had known Holly since I was twelve. I knew her parents, and she knew mine. But what I hadn’t considered was the fact that her friends weren’t really like her. I’d managed to somehow find the nerdiest people in the entire year to be my circle of friends but it wasn’t really the same for her. Probably because she was so incredibly pretty. I was more or less an average looking guy, I had no doubts about it. And my friends reflected that. Holly’s friends were the pretty party girl/sorority girl types who couldn’t wait to get close to her since day one. Everyone’s drawn to the pretty girl, everyone wants to be friends with the pretty girl. I hadn’t really factored in what role those friends were going to be playing in her bachelorette party. Because I trusted Holly, but I didn’t trust them. At all.

  I lay in bed, scrolling through my twitter feed, watching videos on youtube, netflix, waiting all the while.

  11 pm.

  11:30.

  12.

  1 am.

  And no sign of Holly. Now I was sitting up, my feet tapping on the carpeted floor as I awaited her return. I was in half a mind to start ringing up her friends, the few whose numbers I had, but I really didn’t want to be known as ‘that’ boyfriend in Holly’s circles. These girls were all pretty independent and modern in their sensibilities and they despised that sort of thing.

  ‘What are you scared of?’ I said to myself as I sat on the couch impatiently. ‘What’s the worst that could be happening? So maybe she’s drunk. Maybe her friends hired a male stripper for her, maybe she saw some other random guy’s dick. What’s the big deal?’

  Wasn’t it only fair? I’d watched my fair share of pornography as a teenager and Holly had denied herself even that. She was a pure woman.

  We had both promised each other our virginity. We would make love only after our wedding. It was a small part of why I had popped the question to her at such a young age. You have no idea how hard it is to be a young man and have a beautiful goddess like Holly as your soulmate, but to be unable to make love to her. Holly wasn’t too resistant about it. Her parents and mine had both married earlier than us even and both of them had long, strong relationships that carried on, resolute, even now.

  It was at 2:15 am when I heard the key turn, and Holly swung the door open, walking in, redness on her soft, pale cheeks and her golden blonde hair looking messy. She was staggering, clearly drunk, and wearing a different dress than the one she had told me that she was going to wear. She’d pointed out a yellow, knee length sundress. This was a figure hugging minidress. Something straight out of her friend McKayla’s wardrobe. She’d never looked so slutty before. Those god damn sorority girls. One strap of her dress had slid down her arm and had almost exposed her breast, and I slung it up properly again. Hadn’t she been wearing a bra?!

  “Honey, baby? Are you alright?” I asked, escorting her to the couch which she tripped onto and laid down on.

  She giggled.

  “I’m more than okay, baby,” she said, giggling, her breath reeking of alcohol.

  Just then there was a knock on the door.

  “Who is it?”I called out.

  ‘It’s McKayla, Holly forgot her phone in the Uber,” she said.

  I walked to the door and opened it, and McKayla, one of the aforementioned sorority girls, flashed me a cheerful grin, her eyes glittering with secretive mischief as she held it out for me. She looked ravishing. She was a pretty brunette with pale skin and dark hair, wearing a strapless mini similar to the one Holly was, that was struggling to cover her privates.

  “Don’t snoop,” she said to me, winking, as she handed me Holly’s phone.

  “What did you guys do?” I asked her with a straight face.

  “Nothing that you’re supposed to know about, little boy,” she said, leisurely strolling away.

  I shut the door and walked back to Holly.

  “What happened at the party tonight?” I asked, burning with curiosity.

  “It was the best night of my liiiiife,” Holly said like an awestruck child, before falling asleep r
ight there and then on the couch.

  I sighed, and carried her to bed, and tucked her in. I was sure that nothing that happened in that party could be worse than her being drunk. I walked back to the living room and I saw her phone just lying there on the tabletop. I wondered what photos and videos were in there. She was sleeping like a log in the bedroom. We didn’t keep our passwords secret from each other...she’d never know.

  Holly

  I could scarcely believe it. Time had flown past like an arrow. It had been a month since Liam had proposed and it was the day of my bachelorette party already. It felt like only a few seconds had passed. I was about to be married! The very thought of it made my heart flutter. I’d dreamed of it since I was a little girl. Liam was going to be a great husband, and I was going to love every moment of being his wife. I couldn’t wait for it all.

  Liam had proposed to me in a cafe on the hillside, as the sky turned blue in the twilight and the city, sprawling beneath the hill, began to come to life with its streets lighting up; veins of light in a napping behemoth. I could barely find the words to express my joy to him when I saw him kneeling in front of me, with the ring in his hand. My eyes had welled up and all I could do was cover my mouth and gasp and whimper with happiness. He was a good man. He was a Christian like me, and even in this day and age he had agreed to my wishes that we wait until marriage before making love. It wasn’t going to be too long now. I was going to lose my virginity to him finally.

  We had started dating back at school and even then both of us felt that peer pressure as our friends and classmates lost their virginities left, right and center. The girls I was friends with would call me a naive prude for wanting to be married to Liam first before doing it. Liam, on the other hand, got harassed by the jocks and bullies in our year. They’d say horrible things to him mocking his manliness and the size of his member, and even lie. They spread the lie that Liam and I hadn’t lost our virginities because Liam couldn’t get his manhood to get hard. Even if we had decided not to fornicate, we had still touched each other and I knew that to be a lie firsthand. No pun intended.

  It was Liam who had first mentioned having a bachelor and a bachelorette party. I hadn’t really given it much of a thought. I’d pictured it as a kid watching romantic movies, I suppose, and I had always pictured a dignified affair with my closest friends. When I had told McKayla that Liam wanted a stag and hen do she’d piped up in a way that frightened me just a little. I had given her this information as we sat in our psychology class, a few rows from the back. She had leaned in close to me.

  “Darling, don’t you worry. I’ll plan all of it. We’re gonna have so much fucking fun. I know exactly what you need,” she had whispered to me.

  She had smiled a naughty smile at me that made me very curious as to what was going on in her head right then. A couple of days later we were in the library when she told me the date of the party.

  “And I need you to do one thing,” she had said, trying to keep her voice down.

  We were standing between the tall shelves in a secluded corner. Columns of sunlight wafted down from the high windows and bathed McKayla, making her look radiant.

  “What’s that?” I asked her.

  “I...just need you to talk to your boyfriend. Ask him for his word that whatever happens on that night stays there. No judgment, no insecurities, no matter how wild it gets. It’s the last night of freedom -for both of you- after all.”

  I glared at her with suspicion.

  “What are you planning…?” I asked.

  “You don’t need to know that now, do you? It’s exactly what you need, that’s all. Don’t worry. I’ve thrown parties like it before even back at school. Just trust me.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  McKayla was the first person I had made friends with when I came here. She was a beautiful girl who’d grown up here in Denver itself unlike Liam and I. I knew girls like McKayla back at school, but I had never really been friends with anyone like her. She was the cute, fun party girl who was outgoing and never afraid of what people thought of her. The sort that girls like me always envied a little bit. All my life I had to think fifty times before making every decision to make sure that I wasn’t going to shame my parents, or my Church, or my school. She had quickly become part of a sorority and drank and partied a lot. She was a wild girl. But somehow we managed to become good friends even though we were so different. She never forgot to invite me out to parties even though I had been turning her down since the start of college. When we did hang out it was usually just dinner and a movie together, sometimes with Liam and her together.

  Slowly my friends circle at college expanded to include other girls from our year, and some of McKayla’s sorority sisters. All of them were very surprised by me. By the fact that I didn’t party, or drink, or the fact that I wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. Even back at school a lot of my classmates thought that I was a fun hating prude, and even though the girls here were nice, I could tell that they thought the same.

  Another thing about McKayla was that she had a very specific taste when it came to men. She only dated black men. Strong, athletic, jock types. She was a petite girl, just five two, but she always got together with muscular black jocks above six foot two in height. She told me that she’d only exclusively dated black men ever since she’d been a teenager. She told me that most of the girls in her sorority were the same. The whole thing was unthinkable to a girl like me from a mostly white, conservative town. My parents would’ve lost their mind if I had started dating a black man.

  There were a few black boys at school in our year and above and below, all of them the jock types for the most part: big and strong and on the sports teams. They always flirted with me every chance they got, and I had to keep turning them down. Even when Liam and I started dating they didn’t stop, and they often told me how I needed ‘a real man.’ I had never told Liam this but one of them used to send me pictures of his...thing. It was a boy named Jackson and he was the star football player, and the most popular jock at our school. In fact he was the one leading all the bullying against my boyfriend Liam. Jackson was big, muscular and broad chested, and very handsome. And the pictures he had sent me showed me that his penis was black, veiny and...so big!

  I had touched Liam and he had shown himself to me and so I knew how big his manhood was but this guy was...monstrous. The pictures were usually accompanied by flirtations, compliments about my body, especially my butt and my breasts, what he would do to me if I let him, and the like. At the start my first instinct was to show the texts to the school authorities and my father so that he would all get into trouble, but I didn’t want to be the center of attention and start that sort of drama. He was the most popular kid in school after all. And the star athlete. This happened to most girls, didn’t it? They didn’t make a noise. And all of it felt...so naughty. I could never admit it to anyone but the pictures and the flirtations always left a little tingle between my thighs.

  I would delete the texts so Liam could never see them, but they continued until the end of school. Jackson was in the same college as us now, and he had run into me a few times and tried flirting with me. I had never mentioned this to Liam.

  McKayla never hid from me what the reason was for her dating black men. Pretty often, the morning after a date, she would tell me how sore she was and how much the “big black cock” had stretched her out. She lived at the sorority house and told me that sometimes one or more of her sisters would join in. It was all so foreign to me, so alien. I'd act like I was always reluctant to hear her stories and that I disliked hearing about her sinful life, and she'd tease me by telling me more of the salacious details of her love life. The truth was that I liked hearing about it. Her life was so different from mine. I had never made love. I had never pleased someone with my mouth or been pleased that way. I hadn't even seen pornography. Well...McKayla had changed that, kind of. She’d often record herself as she made love to these black men, and a few times she
had shown me!

  She was always showing me things on her phone, cute videos on the internet, news that made her happy or infuriated, and so I was never prepared when she’d show me those videos and I’d be caught off guard. I’d turn my eyes away as she laughed at my embarrassment but I had seen enough. The images of her with her dates were seared right into my head.

  The one I remembered the most was one she’d shown me just a couple of weeks after we first became friends. In the video the man was sitting on a couch and she was in his lap...bouncing on his...thing, an expression of pure ecstatic pleasure on her face, her round, shapely breasts heaving. She looked so small compared to his large, muscular frame. Her soft, pale skin in stark contrast to his dark skin almost gleaming in the flash from her phone. When I recognized the face I had gasped. It was Jackson! That was how McKayla got to know that he used to bully Liam at school and that he used to send me pictures of his member, and would flirt with me.

  When I asked Liam for his word that he’d let me do whatever I wanted for the bachelorette party, I was surprised at how easily he agreed. He didn’t show any suspicion or ask any questions. He had never been an insecure man and he had always trusted me, so I wasn’t too surprised, but I had expected some curiosity from him. But he told me that whatever was going to happen that night would stay there. That gave me a bit of relief. Somewhere within me I did want to let go. To enjoy myself without putting what others were going to think before me. I wanted to be McKayla for one night. To prove to all the girls that I wasn’t a fun hating prude.

  The day of the party came and I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, accompanied by wetness and warmth between my thighs. I had just been dreaming of one of the videos that McKayla had shown me of herself and Jackson, her under his huge, muscular body, the two of them kissing as she clung on to him and he made love to her, hard. As the memory of it filled my mind, the kiss they had shared, the sounds of her pleasure and their union; I was flooded with guilt. I looked at Liam who was still sleeping soundly beside me. I’d just been dreaming of his bully making love to my best friend. What was wrong with me?