Last Night of Freedom

Just like most little girls Taylor had always fantasised about weddings and getting married. She always remembers playing dress up in fairy dresses pretending it was her wedding dress, picking flowers from her parents garden as her bouquet, finding rings in her mother's jewellery box, and pretending that she was walking down the aisle with Philip Newcomb, the boy she had secretly loved throughout elementary school.

Now, at the age of twenty four, she was just a week away from having the fairy tale wedding she'd dreamed of for so long. She had met Martin in her sophomore year of college, and they had quickly fallen in love, deciding to get married once she'd graduated.
So there she was sat, in a bar surrounded by her best girl friends, on her bachelorette party, celebrating what they were calling her ‘last night of freedom’.

"Right, before we go any further, I think it's about time we dressed our bride up a bit.'' Davina, the maid of honour exclaimed loudly to the group of girls gathered around the large table. A loud whoop of drunken cheers echoed around her as she brought out a pink bag that Taylor was sure no one had been carrying around.

"Okay, so every bride needs a tiara.'' Davina began pulling out a large diamante studded tiara with the words “Bride to be” across the top and placing it on top of Taylors head.

"And a sexy garter.'' Heather added flicking a white lace garter towards her. Taylor caught it with a laugh and pulled it up her leg over her jeans. Then followed a pack of penis straws for each of the girls, a sash and a variety of badges for each of them to wear, before placing shot glasses on the table accompanied by a bottle of Sambuca.

“Oh Tay, you have this special shot glass.” Claire cheered passing her a pink shot glass on a chain. With a laugh Taylor took the glass and placed it around her neck, it falling neatly just above her navel.

"Right, game time ladies. Never Ever!" Madi announced as she poured the clear liquid into each of their glasses.

"Bride to be first. Come on Tay.'' Davina called out, setting a pile of game cards in the centre of the table.

Taylor leaned across and took the card off the top of the pile, reading it out for the entire group. "Never have I ever jumped into a swimming pool naked.'' with a smile on her face she grabbed the shot glass in front of her and knocked back the shot, along with four of the other girls.

“Never have I ever fooled around when other people were in the same room?” Madi read the next card out loudly. Again a few of the other girls picked up their glasses and took a shot.
The game continued with a lot of cheering, laughing and a few shocked faces when their friends took shots for the more peculiar and daring things. Soon the bottle of Sambuca was empty and the girls decided that it was time for some dancing before the next round of drinking games.

Each of them made their way through the crowded club onto the dance floor where they danced together as a group. As Taylor danced she couldn’t help but notice the smile on Madi’s face as her eyes seemed to focus on something beyond their groups of friends. She discreetly turned her head to follow her friends gaze her eyes landing on a tall muscular figure stood against the railing at the edge of the dance floor. With a smirk she turned to dance with Claire so that she could get a better look at the stranger who had caught her friends’ attention.

Under the lights of the club it was hard to tell whether his hair was black or a shade of dark brown, but it was spiked in a perfect mess. He had a well-defined jaw line and cheekbones and the three-quarter length sleeved shirt he was wearing showed that both his arms were covered in tattoos. In a word, from where she danced, he was gorgeous; just the kind of guy Madison would usually go for. As she took in his appearance she also noticed a few of the other guys next to him.

There were at least five of them, all stood at the railing watching people dancing. Taylor ran her eyes over each of them, noticing how they were all good looking, each of them with tattoos.

“Muscles has had his eye on you for the last five minutes at least.” Taylor jumped slightly as Madi came up behind her and whispered into her ear. Her eyes flickered around the group until they landed on the man Madi had obviously been talking about. For a moment, their eyes locked causing her to blush before she quickly looked away.

“I’m surprised that you noticed the way you’ve been eyeing up his friend.” She replied as she turned back to face her friend with a smirk.

She shrugged with a smirk of her own, “You’ve got to admit that he’s probably the best looking guy in here.” She said as they continued to dance, a nod coming from Taylor.

“He’s still watching you know.” Madi said her eyes flitting between the guys and Taylor.

“What does it matter? I can’t do anything about it. I’m getting married in a week remember.” She replied with widening eyes.

“Don’t you ever feel like one last fling? Martin need never know.” She replied. Taylor watched her friend for a moment. Over the past couple of months as the wedding neared she had thought about the fact that she had only ever been with one man and she’d wondered what it would be like to be with someone else. Could it be better? Was she really meant to spend the rest of her life with Martin? But could she have a fling with someone? Cheating was cheating in her book. How could she start her married life knowing that she’d cheated on Martin just a week before the wedding?

“I can’t…” she began to protest although not totally convincingly.

“Yeah whatever” Madi replied with a laugh as she turned to face the other girls and continue dancing.

“I need the bathroom.” Taylor mumbled somewhat disheartened by her friends’ thoughts on the matter. She turned and slowly made her way through the crowd towards the bathrooms.

As she exited the bathroom a few minutes later and began to make her way back to find her friends, only to be stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to find a tall, dark, long haired guy smirking at her.

“So you’re getting married hey?” he asked, the tone of his voice raising bile in her throat.

“Yeah, next weekend.” She replied politely, wanting nothing more than to get away from him.

“Are you sure he’s the right guy for you?” he asked, his hand still on her back.

“I wouldn’t be marrying him otherwise.” She stated simply.

“Maybe you should come home with me; I can show you that I’m the right guy.” He replied.

“Maybe you should go find a single desperate girl to try that line on.” She retorted.

Suddenly his other hand was reaching forward and taking hold of her wrist. “Or maybe you shouldn’t turn down the best offer you’ll –“

“Hey, is everything okay?” a deep voice asked from behind them. Taylor looked up to see ‘muscles’ walking toward them.

“Everything’s fine mate.” The guy growled turning to face him, letting go of Taylor’s wrist. As soon as she was free, she ran back down the corridor, not knowing exactly where she was heading until she found herself pushing open the fire escape door. Running a shaky hand through her long light brown hair as she stepped up to the metal railing and took a deep breath.

“Excuse me, but are you sure you’re okay?” Taylor gasped at the sound of a male voice coming from behind her. She turned quickly to find ‘muscles’ stood in the doorway. A small smile appeared on her lips as she nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for that in there, I thought I was never going to get rid of him.” she replied quietly.

“You’re welcome. He seemed to have quiet a tight hold on your wrist. Is it okay?” he asked stepping closer to her.

“No thanks to that Jackass.” She muttered as she wiggled her wrist slightly in front of her with a smile to show that it was fine.

“Good. It would be a shame if you had to walk down the aisle with bruises or anything.” He said standing with his back against the railings, his eyes scanning over her body.

Now that he was close enough she could see that he had hazel-green eyes and when he smiled dimples appeared within his cheeks. He had cropped hair and was at least a foot taller than her short 5’2’’ figure.

“I’m Matt by the way.” He said with a warm smile, his hand stretched out in front of him.

“Taylor.” She replied taking hold of his large hand.

“So when’s the big day?” he asked, the both of them turned so that they were facing each other.

“Next Saturday.” She replied with a widening smile.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A little.” She replied honestly.

For a little while they stood there just chatting casually about the wedding. Taylor found it slightly strange that she was able to talk freely and easily to someone she met just that evening, but at the same time she enjoyed it.

“My friend was actually checking out one of your friends earlier, when we were dancing and you were stood against the railing.” She said once they’d got off the subject of the wedding.

“The brunette in the red top? Yeah, he spotted her too, that’s how we ended up all stood against the railing. He came over to where we were sat and told us that he’d spotted a group of sexy girls all dancing together so we all headed over to take a look for ourselves.” Matt replied with a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

“So did you take a liking to any of my friends?” she asked with a playful smile, remembering how Madison had told her that he hadn’t taken his eyes off her for at least five minutes.

“Actually, yeah, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and sexy you were.” He began, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

“Really?” she replied feeling her smile grow more.

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay for me to say. I can obviously see that you’re happy with your fiancé, but it’s true. I think you’re stunning and if you weren’t on your bachelorette party I would be doing my best to chat you up right now.” He replied honestly, his eyes never leaving hers.

She subconsciously licked her lips, going over what she’d talked to Madi about not too long before. Suddenly rationality and fidelity went from her mind as she took a small step closer to Matt, stretching up on her tip toes and stretching her neck so that she could reach his lips.

His large hands found her tiny hips, pulling her gently closer to him as his head dipped to intensify the kiss, allowing her tongue to slide slowly into his mouth to toy with his own. Her hands reached up and slid around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible.

Quickly the kissed turned into a heated, passionate, frantic kiss, their tongues battling against each others. Her hands slipped down from around his neck over his muscular chest, over his abdomen and to the waistband of his trousers. Moans escaped the both of them as she fumbled to get the buckle of his belt loosened, his hands slipping off her hips to her ass as he picked her up.

So caught up in the kiss and trying to undo the zipper on his pants, she didn’t really become aware that he had moved them until her bare back met the cold steal of the fire escape door.

With her jeans loosened, Matt’s lips left hers and slowly made their way down the centre of her chest, that the design of her top gave him access to. She moaned loudly as she felt his hand slip into her jeans, rubbing her through her panties, making her loose concentration, forgetting about loosening his pants.

“Fuck.” She muttered breathlessly, closing her eyes as his large, rough thumb circled her clit through the thin material. She felt moisture pool between her legs, her panties getting wetter with every completed circle his thumb made.

Her eyes snapped open, a whine passing her lips as she felt him remove his hand before he began to tug gently at her jeans and her panties as she remembered about his. She gasped as she took hold of his long, thick, hard cock in her hand, impressed.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly as he took his cock out of her hand, adjusting them against the large door.

“Just fuck me already.” She muttered with urgency, her pale blue eyes piercing into his hazel ones.

Never being one to need telling twice Matt smirked, pushing himself into her, enjoying the scream of pleasure he gave her as he stretched her with every inch of him. He began to thrust into her slowly at first, allowing her time to adjust to his size. As she began to moan softly he quickened the pace, pushing into her harder and faster. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders, her face buried into his neck as each of his thrusts reached her spot, taking her closer to the edge.

When it was finally too much for her, as she felt herself tighten and her juices flow from her, she bit down onto her shoulder, sure that she’d drawn blood even through his shirt. The growl that ripped from his throat as a result sent shivers down her spine, sending her over the edge again, this time feeling him pulsate within her.

He held her tightly against the door for a long moment while they regained some composure before he slowly let go of her, allowing her feet to touch the ground again. she gripped onto him for a moment longer feeling her legs shake a little.

“That was fucking amazing.” She whispered with a gleam in her eyes as he held her for that moment longer.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked as she leaned against the door for support as she tugged her panties and jeans back up.

“I’m going to have to come up with a damn good excuse for Martin as to why I’m walking like John Wayne for a day or two but other than that I’ll be fine.” She replied with a smile.

“You go first. I’ll follow.” He whispered with a glance at the door as he leaned down to kiss her again.

“It was nice meeting you Matt.” She replied with a smile as she quickly ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it out a little.

“It was nice meeting you too Taylor.” He replied with a dimpled smile, watching as she opened the door to make her way back into the club.

“There you are! Where the fuck have you been?” Madi’s voice yelled causing her to stop abruptly in the corridor.

“Oh, I um, didn’t feel too well so I went to get some fresh air.” She stuttered nervously.

“Oh, but you’re feeling better though right?” she asked with concern just as footsteps were heard coming from behind them. Taylor held her breath, watching as a playful smirk appeared on her face as she looked behind her.

“Getting fresh air hey?” she asked in a whisper as she watched Matt walk past them back towards the dance floor.

Taylor couldn’t hide the smirk that flickered across her lips. “I knew it! You had one last fling didn’t you?” she said excitedly as she linked arms with Taylor and made their way back to their friends, demanding to know the details.