Group Sex Robin's Wedding

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The Bachelorette Party

October 9

* * * Robin Nelson * * *​

"Mrs. Parker, this is my phone number, in case you need to contact me. John and I will be back late, if at all, so don't wait up."

"Robin, don't you worry about us. You just go have a nice time, dear."

I nodded and added, "Don't worry about Buster. I just let him out and he should be good for the night. If he goes to the back door and barks, just let him out. He'll do his business and come right back."

"I know, dear. Buster's a good dog. He and I get along great."

I smiled at that, sighed, and nodded.

"Are you going out dressed like that?"

"What's wrong?" I asked as I looked down, wondering if I had forgotten to put on something or was having a wardrobe malfunction.

My white sparkly heels were in place, matching my white sparkly dress. My svelte pale legs were bare and unblemished. The white sequin dress I wore had a plunging cowl neckline, a halter strap behind my neck, an open back to the top of my ass, and a form-fitting skirt clinging tightly to my hips which fell to my upper thighs, about an inch below my crotch, which was covered by a white lacy thong that could not be seen. Nothing was askew. The pale skin of my back, arms, upper chest, cleavage, and upper stomach was all visible and flawless as far as I could see, but for the occasional freckle, which I didn't consider flaws. I couldn't see my long wavy orange hair, my white earrings, or my face; but I had just put on my makeup, and it had looked good to me.

"That dress doesn't cover you much at all," she explained.

"It's pretty warm outside and it's not supposed to get cold tonight."

"Oh, I'm not talking about the weather," she told me. "No dear, I'm saying that what you are wearing is pretty scandalous don't you think? I mean, you're practically naked. I could see you wearing that to the beach, but not to dinner."

"Mrs. Parker, this is what is fashionable nowadays," I explained.

She shook her head and said, "Well, maybe it is, but you are about to get married. Wearing something like that might give the boys the wrong idea. They might not notice that ring on your finger."

"I'm going to be with my friends. I'll be okay. I can take care of myself, Mrs. Parker," I reassured her.

"We're about to be family, dear. You can call me Mom if you'd like. Unless you think your mother wouldn't like that, and then you can call me Mary," she said.

Breathing a slow sigh of relief that she seemed to be ending the conversation about my dress, I told her, "Okay, Mom," before giving her another quick hug.

Just then John appeared from the bedroom, dressed in boots, nice black slacks, and that blue silk shirt that I liked so much. It accentuated and amplified his gorgeous blue eyes. Just seeing him wearing that made me weak in the knees.

"Oh good, Johnny's here," his mother said. Then she added, "Johnny, come talk to your bride-to-be about her dress."

John stopped and looked me up and down. I could see that lustful glint in his eye which made my nipples hard. Finally, he said, "Now that is an awesome dress!"

I smiled at him and then slowly spun around in a circle so he could get the whole effect.

"Johnny, don't you think that's a little too revealing to wear out in public?" Mary asked, her eyes wide.

He shook his head, "Not when you look like that."

Mary gasped and said, "Johnny! Some man out there might attack her."

John furrowed his brow as he said seriously, "Attack her? Well, I suppose that could happen any time. Robin is very smart and has lived in Boston and Denver her whole life. She would not put herself in a dangerous situation. Besides, Robin's going to have, how many friends with her...?"

"Fifteen," Robin volunteered.

"... Fifteen friends with her, so she'll be safe. She's a grown woman who knows how to handle herself. I'm not worried," John concluded.

"Well, I am," she pressed. "Why take the risk of wearing a dress like that?"

"So, you want me to talk to her about not wearing that dress?"

She nodded.

"Mom, does Dad tell you what to wear?"

"No, he knows better than that," she replied quickly with a chuckle at the absurdity of him controlling her behavior like that.

"Well, there you go," he said. "I'm not, nor are you, going to tell her what to wear. Okay?"

She sighed at that. "Fine," she finally conceded.

"Are you about to head out to meet Chris?" I asked John as I got into my SUV.

"What time is it now?" he mused as he looked at his phone. "Three? I'll probably leave in about an hour. He's setting things up at the club, so that's where I'll be." We called TSC 'the club' because we were planning on changing the name soon but had not decided.

"Okay," I nodded and leaned forward to kiss him.

After kissing me back tenderly he asked, "Dressed like that you're going to have every man you meet trying to get with you." Our agreement since we had gotten engaged was for us to not have sex with anyone else without both of us being there; no solo adventures. We had suspended the rule from the parties until the honeymoon, so this was the first moment where the rules had been lifted from me.

"Shit, look at you in that shirt? My pussy is getting wet just looking at you, John," I told him honestly.

"Fuck, girl! You talking shit like that is making my dick hard. Since my parents have been home, we haven't been able to do anything. The walls are too thin," he told me with a smile.

"Well, get some good pussy, tonight," I told him with a smile. Our rule was 'no solo adventures', but over the last three months, unbeknownst to John, I had broken that rule about half a dozen times. The guilt was living in the back of my mind. I knew I needed to tell him and had already waited too long.

"I know it's been rough on you keeping to our rule, so don't worry about anything tonight," he told me, looking so sincere and concerned. He wanted to make sure that, if he were getting pussy, I'd be getting some dick.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you, too. Have fun and I'll see you tomorrow. Text me, or call me, if you need anything."

"I will," I replied, kissing him again.

"Hey Sis," Angela greeted me as she opened the door to her apartment to let me in.

I loved her calling me her sister given our recent reconciliation and all of the wedding planning we'd done since then. "Hey, Maid of Honor," I replied.

She chuckled at that. Then she exclaimed as she stepped back, "Damn Robin, you look hot. That dress is amazing."

I smiled at that. It was exactly the reaction for which I had been hoping. I spun in place after stepping inside and closing to door to give her the full effect. The skirt was tight against my thighs so didn't flair, but the fact that it left my back completely bare was a sexy feature.

Angela looked just as hot, I thought, in a black seamless mini dress with a low-cut front, very short sleeves, and a low back with cut-out detailing featuring horizontal strips of fabric that exposed her back. It was thin and tight enough that I could clearly discern the outline of her hard nipples atop her small breasts. The dress was as short as mine if not shorter.

Before I could say anything, Maria walked up behind Angela asking, "Dios mío, is it Robin?" in her thick Spanish accent. Wearing a pale green dress with a V neck, short skirt, and featuring a silver belt, she was showing off her tremendous cleavage, hard nipples, and light brown skin. She looked ready to party.

"Did you get your bridesmaid's dress?" I asked her with a hug.

Without completely releasing me, she nodded and said, "It's my favorite color. The gloves were the wrong size, but Angela straightened that out. My gloves had accidentally been switched with Dana's." She kissed me gently on the lips and, before she released me, she added sadly, "Our little Robin is getting married."

Concerned, I grabbed her hands before she was able to pull away, and said, "Maria, nothing's going to change. John and I are just making it official."

"And a good excuse to have a party," Angela interjected.

Maria seemed to relax a bit.

"So," I continued, "since when do you greet me without feeling me up?"

She laughed as I pressed her hands firmly to my breasts. As her fingers grabbed my tits roughly, she chuckled, "Lo siento."

"That's better," I said with a nod as I let my hand trail up her thigh and give her panty-clad pussy a single caress.

She gave me a wide-eyed look, muttered, "pequeño diablo," and then laughed.

"Okay, you two," Angela said as she stepped up to us with a small silver object in her hands. "Help me get this on her head."

It was a little tiara, so I let them put it in my hair. This tamed some of my wild orange mane, laying the locks above my forehead flat. The tiara didn't reach my ears but straddled my skull, letting everyone know that I was the bachelorette, as if my white dress didn't give that away.

A familiar female voice from down the hall, coming toward us, said, "If Robin doesn't get here soon, we'll be late."

When they turned to look at her coming into the room, we saw each other. It was Dana, her normally dirty-blonde hair was no longer in her signature ponytail, but instead was all brushed out and dyed platinum blonde. Her makeup was perfect, her lipstick bright red, and her little black dress incredible. It was a sexy black mini dress featuring a tank-style silhouette with a cowl neck, a lace insert bodice that covered her chest, a fully sheer lace backside, and a curve-hugging short skirt.

"There's my other bridesmaid," I announced.

Dana inhaled sharply but continued walking toward me. "You look wonderful," she told me as she passed between Angela and Maria.

"You too," I replied as we hugged. "I don't want to mess up your makeup."

She put her hands on my ass, pressing our hips together, and leaned back to look at me. "This lipstick is supposed to be smudge-free, but I'm not so sure."

"Are you okay with all this?" I asked, a little concerned. Chris and Dana had gotten engaged a few months before John and me yet, I was getting married first.

She nodded, knowing exactly what I was referring to. "We've set a date."

"You did? When did this happen?"

"A few days ago."

"You didn't say anything."

"I didn't want to rain on your parade. I was going to tell you after your honeymoon."

"Dana, you are one of my very best friends. I wish you would have told me."

"I'm sorry."

"So, have you made any plans yet? Where are you going to have it?"

She shook her head, both of us still face to face with our hands on each other's asses. Angela and Maria were listening intently. "No plans, yet. All I've done is pick my Maid of Honor and she'll, hopefully, help me with that other stuff."

Hiding my disappointment that she had already asked someone else, I asked, "Oh? Do tell. Who is she?"

"See, this is why I wanted to wait to tell you. I didn't want to cause you any stress."

"Dana, I'm not going to be upset at whomever you picked."

"What? No, I said 'stress'... not 'angry'... I mean... Okay... Robin, can you... I mean, would you like to... umm... be my maid of honor?"

"Me?" I asked, a little confused and caught off guard. "I'm not pressuring you to change your pick, Honey. Who was your original pick?"

"You were." Then, understanding my confusion she added, "It was always you, I just hadn't asked you yet and with the wedding and all, I didn't want you to get stressed over my wedding or even have to think about it."

"Oh, me?"

She nodded. Then she added, "You're my best friend."

"Dana... honey... I would be totally honored," I told her sincerely. Throwing caution to the wind with regard to her bright red lipstick, I kissed her.

She kissed me back, first tenderly, then passionately, opening her mouth and letting my tongue toy with hers inside her mouth for a moment.

When we parted Angela said, "We'd better get going."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yes, the bus showed up a few minutes ago and it's waiting downstairs. We have to go pick up everyone before it takes us to Denice's for dinner." Denice's was a rather new restaurant downtown that I had been to only once before.

"Let's go," I said.

As we filed out of the apartment, Maria told me, "You know, since you'll be married by then, you're going to be Dana's matron of honor; not maid."

"Are you trying to make me feel old?" I replied.

We all laughed.

The party bus was big and colorful on the outside.

After greeting the driver, the four of us climbed inside, my heels making it a little awkward navigating the tall steps.

Inside, behind the driver's area, all of the windows were blacked out. There were cushioned bench seats running along each side, a couple of silver dancing poles on either end, a minibar right in the middle, on the driver's side, and a tiny restroom at the back. The music was already thumping rap music and many multi-colored lights were flashing and spinning as the only illumination.

Angela, as the maid of honor, took charge, allowing me to relax. She told the driver where to go and changed the music to something more our style; pop music.

"This is nice," Dana observed.

Maria nodded and said, "With a ride like this we can get as drunk as we want."

Angela came up to join us as we started making ourselves some drinks saying, "That's the idea."

"You guys are terrible," I scolded with a smile as I took my drink and sat down to prevent getting tossed as the driver made his way out of the neighborhood.

Dana smiled, held up her drink, and, looking at all of us, said, "Here's to making some bad decisions tonight."

"I'll drink to that," Maria agreed.

Our first stop was pretty quick; two songs and a quarter of my glass containing rum and coke.

The doors opened, letting way too much light into the bus, and in climbed Anne, Carla, Jenny, and Raine.

Anne Erickson, while insanely loyal to her husband, is a fiercely independent lady who has attended TSC, The Sophisticate's Club, weekend orgies a couple of times every month without fail. Ten years my senior she was very pretty, sporting long jet-black hair with bright blonde streaks. She was decked out in a short-sleeved black front-zipper dress which, while able to zip to her neck, she had unzipped to a conservative area between her breasts. "I've never been on a party bus," she mused as she looked around.

Carla Russo, like Anne, never met an orgy she didn't like. A big-haired brunette, similar in age to Maria and Anne, in her early thirties, she always dressed in daring sheer or mesh garments. This was no exception, I noticed, as she came in wearing a sheer fishnet bodice over a plain black bra and a black leather skirt. I had seen her wear it previously, but without the bra. "I have," she told Anne. "This is a nice one."

Jenny and Raine came in holding hands. I felt so proud of myself for that. I just knew they would hit it off. Jenny deserved to be happy and so did Raine. They were both so unique, Jenny aggressively dominant and Raine aggressively submissive, that I had taken it upon myself to give them a chance to get to know each other.

They both wore matching dresses; a seamless mini dress featuring an off-the-shoulder neckline, a shredded bust panel, long shredded sleeves, and shredded side panels. This left exposed, amidst strips of fabric, their deep cleavage, arms, the sides of their breasts, their entire sides, hips, and the fact they wore no underwear beneath. Jenny's dress was black, matching her long flowing black hair and black nails, while Raine's dress was pink, matching her pink hair, the purple tips no longer present, and her pink nails.

I rose to greet everyone.

Anne asked, "I heard you are buying TSC from Nick and Nancy?"

I nodded, "They are moving back home to New Jersey and my mother loaned us the money to buy it from them. We're planning to make some changes, but definitely want yours and Carla's input. When I get back from my honeymoon, I'll give you a call?"

"Awesome," Carla replied.

When I got to Jenny and Raine I asked, "So, are you two...?"

"Yeah," Jenny said with a smile as the bus started moving again.

I sat down to keep from falling and Jenny sat down next to me, on my right, where Angela had just been sitting before getting up to greet everyone with me.

Raine, still standing, was less vague as she clarified, "Fucking like crazy, you mean? Yep. Well, she's fucking me with her strap-on, to be more precise. But you knew that would happen, didn't you?"

I smiled at her and said, "Well, I thought that maybe the two of you would be a good match."

"You sneaky little bitch!" she scolded. "You set me up."

Was she really angry? Had I made a huge mistake?

Then, loudly, Raine announced, "Listen up ladies. This sneaky little bitch right here...," she began, pointing at me.

"Hey," Angela tried to object.

Undaunted she continued, "... she convinced me to put John's sister up in my apartment."

I was confused but I didn't interrupt.

"So, Jenny comes into my house and gets into my good graces, right? Then, once she's got me in the bedroom, she slaps me in my face, throws me on the bed, holds me down, and fucks the shit out of me with her big fucking strap-on dick!" she shouted.

I glanced around and everyone, except Jenny, was aghast at the sudden tirade, sitting speechless.

Continuing, she pointed at each and every one as she said, "You girls should think long and hard about what sort of shit Robin has done in your life. You do that and I will bet that each of you, every single one of you bitches, will get behind me and show Robin exactly what sort of fucking friend she has been to you."

I glanced around at everyone and was starting to get angry that Raine was ruining my party.

She turned toward me, her eyes on mine she knelt in front of me, her face a bit lower than mine, as I was seated, and said, "Robin, I always thought you were a pretty good friend. But now I know, you sneaky little bitch, what sort of friend you are. Jenny and I discussed it. We realized that it was no accident that you set us up. You had it planned out for months. So, with that in mind, I am going to, right here and right now, in front of everyone, give you exactly what you deserve for what you've done."

"What-?" I started to ask.

Raine moved in, pushed me back against the seat with one hand on my stomach which rolled my hips back, and pressed her face up my skirt. My skirt was pretty tight, but she pressed firmly with her head until I felt her mouth and nose snuggle up against my thong-covered pussy.

Amidst a sudden din of giggles, laughter, and talking, Jenny put her arm around my shoulders, and I felt Raine's finger pull my thong aside and her tongue slice into my slit and begin lapping at my clit.

As unexpected pleasure flooded my brain, I looked at Jenny's beautiful face, so close to mine. "Whoa," I breathed at the sudden onslaught and sank my hand into the mass of pink hair between my thighs.

Jenny said to me, clear over the sudden noise and loud thumping music, "What she's trying to tell you is that we love you. We couldn't wish for a better friend." She smiled and then kissed me.

The feel of Raine's slick tongue expertly swirling around my hardening clit as Jenny swirled her minty tongue around my own, choked off the laughter that I would have otherwise had at them making me think for a moment that I had screwed up by getting them together. Then again, the fact that they had teamed up on me made me think that I had maybe indeed screwed up and created a monster. Again, the rising passion inside me choked off the laughter I would have otherwise had at that too.

"Oh my god," Dana said. She then chuckled a bit and then softly said, "That is so hot."

Anne asked, "Is this the kind of bachelorette party we're having? If so, count me in."

I barely heard them over my own moans as I kissed up into Jenny's mouth and felt the steady hum of pleasure from Raine's mouth working on my pussy. At various times in my life, I had told John, Angela, or Jenny that they ate my pussy better than anyone else. What I had never told them, is that hands down, Raine eats the best pussy of anyone I had ever met. It's not even a contest. Not all lesbians like to eat pussy, many use their fingers, but Raine loved it and is such an expert at it that it took a very short amount of time before she had me squirming in ecstasy, my orgasm fast approaching.

Angela said, "No it's not that kind of party; not this early, at least. No, Raine's just crazy."

Everyone laughed but I knew they were all watching with envy as I groaned out my orgasm. I tensed, gripping hard at her hair, pulling her against me, and then, the pleasure washing through me, collapsed into a puddle of bliss.

"That was fast," Carla observed.

Maria told her, "Raine's pretty good."

As my senses returned, the feeling of guilt that, the orgasm should have been the first one without John around in the last nine months, hit me pretty hard. My need to tell him I had been unfaithful took quite a bit of the initial bliss of my orgasm away.

Jenny was no longer kissing me, looking at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

I nodded with a sigh and a smile.

Raine put my thong back in place, rose up to face me, and said, "Like Jenny said; we love you." She kissed me and I could taste my girl-cum on her lips and tongue as I kissed her back. Standing up, she added with a smile, "Sneaky little bitch."

The second stop had taken quite a while, but I was disappointed when only three more of my friends climbed on board, because I knew that the next stop would not be the restaurant and some good food. I needed food because I had finished my first drink on an empty stomach, which I should not have done, and was starting to feel a slight buzz. I found myself hoping it wouldn't be too long.

I quickly looked at the little minibar for some peanuts or pretzels and didn't see any. I'd have to rummage through it after I greeted my new guests, I noted to myself.

Shelly, Tammy, and Heather were the three at this stop.

Shelly Barrett came on the bus dancing to the music. She loved to dance. A brunette with an ample butt and big tits, she was a big-time party girl; not fat exactly but not slim. Her stomach was flat, but her waist wasn't narrow. Despite being married and in her thirties, like most of my friends, she was still among the sluttiest. That night she wore a daring black halter top opened down the middle with a flyaway front cinched between her breasts with a large O-ring. This served to draw my eye to her smooth breasts and, lower, her pale stomach; very sexy. She also wore a small leopard-print skirt.

"I love this music," she announced as she grabbed one of the poles and spun herself around like a stripper.

Tammy Fisher followed her in, also dancing. She was an excellent dancer, not as slutty as Shelly, but just really good at it. Like most, she was married, but in her late twenties. Slim, with small tits, she wore a black mini dress that had a high neck with halter straps, a curve-hugging skirt, and sheer lace side panels that showed off her hips as well as the fact that she wore no panties, unless they were very high on her hips.

She waved at me and shouted over the din, "Congratulations Robin."

"Thanks," I replied politely with a grin.

Last, but not least, came Heather. She was a knockout; a beautiful blue-eyed blonde bombshell with big natural tits. Single and just over twenty-one, she could turn any man's, or woman's, head, but was inexplicably levelheaded. Wearing a neon green dress that had only one strap, over her right shoulder, she climbed aboard gingerly. The dress covered her big tits but had a few cutouts on her left side that exposed her slim side from her belly button to her hip that, like Tammy, showed that, despite how fucking short the dress was, she could not have been wearing any panties. She looked around cautiously.

As I caught her eye and gestured her over to me, I thought to myself, Shit! If I could be anyone other than myself, I'd want to be Heather.

She flashed a beautiful smile and made her way over to me. "Hey girl, you look hot," she told me as she sat beside me, to my left.

"I love that dress," I told her sincerely. "Look how it glows in here."

"Oh shit," she said mildly as she looked down at herself. Her dress did indeed glow a bit.

When the bus resumed moving and everyone began talking, I took her right hand in mine and told her, in a volume that I hoped nobody else could hear, "I meant to call you."

"Oh?"

"I would have totally loved to have you in my wedding, but Angela is my sister and I've known Maria and Dana for years," I told her, concerned that I had hurt her feelings.

"I get it, girl," she said. "No sweat. I know you're very popular, have lots of friends, and we've only known each other for a few months. I had thought that maybe-" She cut herself off and a look of sadness crossed her face.

"I know," I said. We had grown very close. I then took a couple minutes to explain to her what I had planned for the wedding and the still-unfilled flower girl position. "I didn't think you'd want to do that."

"Have you already found someone to be the flower girl? That sounds like a lot of fun," she told me, her eyes lighting up.

"No, I wanted to offer it to you first. You really want to do that?" I then took another minute to explain to her what her responsibilities would be near the end of the ceremony.

"Jesus! Fuck yeah, I want to do that," she exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear her and look over at us. Heather seemed a little embarrassed at the attention.

I glanced around, hesitating in order to let most everyone relax and resume ignoring us. Then I looked at her beautiful face and asked, "So, you're not mad at me anymore?"

She squinted at me and then smiled. She cupped my face with her left hand and said, "I was never mad at you. You, and John, are my best friends. I love you and I'm so happy you're finally getting married to each other."

We kissed, her full lips soft against mine and her tongue gentle as we met in the middle. Heather and I had developed a closer and closer friendship ever since we had met. I knew she was also close to John and, yes, I did feel a little threatened at the way he looked at her sometimes. However, I couldn't be angry at either of them for that, when I myself looked at her in the exact same way. She had us both under her spell.

Heather's soft hand slowly and gently trailed down from my face down my neck to rest on my chest between the straps of my cowl neckline.

At the same time, my right hand, so near her right leg, slid over onto her thigh, gliding across the soft cool skin and dipped between them and up her very short skirt. I immediately verified that she was indeed pantiless, her bare pussy coating my finger with moisture.

We enjoyed ourselves for a moment until a bump and sway of the bus dislodged us.

A bit startled, we looked at each other, then at everyone around us who had been watching us. We laughed.

Angela was not one that had been watching. She had her back to me as I called, "Angela?" When she turned, I told her, "Heather wants to be the flower girl."

"Did you tell her what that entails?" she asked. When I nodded, she told Heather with a smile, "You may end up having the most fun with the least responsibility."

I laughed at that. I needed something to eat, I again realized. Everything struck me as funny. As a new song started, an idea occurred to me. I looked at Heather and said, "Hey, can I ask a big favor of you?"

She nodded. "Anything."

"I need to tell John something and I don't think I can do it."

She looked at me strangely and said, "I've never seen you scared to talk to anyone about anything. What's going on?"

"Remember, a couple months ago, when you and I went to grab those burgers and we took that detour?" I asked.

"How could I forget? I had never had anyone actually lick my ass before," she replied with a far-off smile.

"Really?" I asked, surprised that nobody had ever done that to her before me. Then I continued, "Remember how, afterward, I told everyone that we had gotten held up in traffic?"

"Yeah, you didn't need to let everyone know."

"I never told John," I confessed.

Her forehead wrinkled as she asked, "Were you supposed to?"

"Since John and I got engaged our rule has been 'no solo adventures'."

"I know that's your rule now... but you were engaged at that time, weren't you?"

I nodded. "... and I had been for six months at that point."

She thought about that for a moment and then asked, "So, you cheated on John with me and never told him?"

I nodded.

"You're getting married in just a few days," she informed me. "Are you planning on telling him?"

"I need to," I said hesitantly. "I've had three months to tell him, but I just can't do it."

Her eyes grew wide, and she asked, "You want me to tell him?"

I nodded.

She didn't say anything as she became lost in thought.

"If you could tell him that I sent you and then let him know that I've broken our rule, I would be forever in your debt," I told her. Procrastination always fucked me over. I had procrastinated about telling John about my mother and just let him meet her; it had not gone well. I had procrastinated telling him I had been a call girl in Boston, and he had found out by accident; it had not gone well. Now, here again, I was procrastinating about confessing my infidelities to him. But, this time, instead of letting him find out on his own, I was trying to pass the job off to Heather. I considered that some small measure of progress.

"Wow," she whispered as her eyes grew wide at some thought she was having. Then, looking at me, she nodded and said, "Sure, I'll do that for you."

"Thank you so much," I told her sincerely. If she could do that, I could handle the fallout. It was the drama of telling him that I had been dishonest that I just couldn't handle.

"Whatever I can do to help," she told me.

"Okay, he's going to be at TSC all night. So, you could head over there after we're done with this party. Just let him know that I've broken our rule about a half dozen times over the last three months." I felt the weight lift from me, knowing that she would do me this favor. The fallout of a difficult discussion with John was now something that tomorrow-Robin would have to deal with, but today I could relax and party.

"Six times?"

I shrugged and said, "Sometimes I just can't help myself." I then detailed to her everything I had done.

"Chica, I thought you could hold your booze better," Maria told me as she watched me scarf down the pair of crackers that Carla had found for me in her purse.

"I haven't eaten anything since breakfast," I explained.

"Still, you only had a little glass."

I sighed and shook my head, "It was a big glass and I only weigh one-fifteen."

She gasped. "Are you calling me fat?"

"What? No."

Dana piped up and said, "Maria, she's just bragging."

"I was just saying it takes less booze to get me buzzed than someone who weighs more," I explained. "Not anyone in particular!" I quickly added.

Maria thought about that for a moment. Then she said, "Chica, you are definitely bragging!"

Everyone laughed at my expense as the bus stopped to pick up the last group of women for my bachelorette party.
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