My Bachelorette Party

Layla pops the question before Blair even has a drink in her hand: how about a Nuru massage to launch this bachelorette weekend? Blair starts laughing, then stops short when she realizes her best friend isn’t kidding. Turns out Nuru comes with a dress code—naked, both of them. Blair wrinkles her nose, reminds Layla there’s a fiancé on the other side of town, and gets a quick reminder that the two of them used to prance around the sorority house in nothing but body glitter after fourth-drink Wednesdays. Convinced, she hops in the shower to rinse off, then spreads out on a warmed mat while Layla slathers her from collarbone to toes with slick oil. Layla’s body feels like warm butter sliding over sore muscles, and Blair can’t quit moaning about how good the full weight feels on her lower back. Then the teasing goes sideways. One rolling hip graze turns into slick, unintentional pussy-to-pussy contact. They freeze for half a heartbeat, feel the heat build anyway, and next thing the room’s soundtrack is wet giggles and even wetter sounds. Layla drops between Blair’s thighs, tongue working hot, noisy circles around her clit. Blair returns the favor a minute later, tasting sweet after the oil, until Layla bucks and lets out a full-body quake. They collapse in a slippery, satisfied heap, two best friends thoroughly loosening any last “pre-wedding jitters.”