Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties.
The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn’t want a big to-do party. She liked the sentiment, but knew her friends too well. They would get her drunk, and embarrass her beyond belief. She wasn’t sure exactly what they would do, but she suspected some of the gifts awaiting her in a nice little pile would be a little “too mature” for her innocent nature. With the wedding this upcoming weekend, she thought her wishes had been honored.
Megan guided her into the family room. She had indeed planned the entire affair, despite her Stacey’s wishes. Surely no harm could come from it! All they need was a couple of hours to spend their fun. Then, Stacey would be off to dinner with her fiancee, John, and they would all laugh about it at the wedding. Only three days until the major event. Megan knew she could never let her conservative, shy friend tie the knot without a shocking send off. Of course, all the other girls agreed. They looked forward to this day more so than the actual wedding itself.
Stacey sat next to the pile of presents. She would co- operate, though hesitantly. She began to open her presents and sip from a drink. The first item was a pair of red silk panties. She felt her face must have matched the color as she tore the tissue paper away from them.
“How do you like them?” Megan asked with a smirk.
“They’re very nice…” Stacey closed the box and set it beside her. She would wear them, in fact, she already wore similar pairs for John. But she was uncomfortable with her sexuality on display for her friends. Her embarrassment grew as she continued to open packages. As she opened bras, panties, and nighties, she grew more and more mortified as shouts of “That will get him hard.” and “He’s going to fuck you so good.” cascaded from her peers mouths.
But she knew they were right. John loved her in lingerie, and she had to admit she could be quite striking in a skimpy, silky outfit. She was a petite woman, extraordinarily thin and delicate. Her breasts were shapely and firm, and seemed large in comparison to her small frame. John had insisted in her wearing lingerie shortly after they began having sex, and she was content to titillate his desires in privacy. But showing off her body or the garments she barely covered it with was never her style. She spoke little of her and John’s sex life, and never inquired about others’.