29 comments/ 81126 views/ 86 favorites Girl Scout Mom By: Seanathon All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * Christy leaned forward to give him a better view. Boxes of Girl Scout cookies were stacked to either side of her, perfectly framing her oversized breasts as they strained against the last button on her tight top and threatened to burst free. The twenty-something shopper in front of her was nearly cross-eyed as he fumbled in his wallet for a twenty. "I'll take two, please." With a knowing smile, she squeezed her arms together and pushed her big tits toward him. "I don't have any change. Is there any way I could convince you to grab some more?" He licked his dry lips as he dumbly nodded his agreement, his eyes still locked on her spectacular rack. "You're such a sweetie," she said, giving him an unrestricted peek down her top as she bent to grab five boxes of cookies from the case by her feet. The three men waiting in line behind him jostled for position as they craned their necks, straining to get a better view. "Excuse me," a voice said frostily from the adjoining table, "but we're selling cookies, too." Wendy scowled at the men as they averted their eyes and shuffled their feet, pretending they hadn't heard her. All of them were far more interested in Christy's cookies than the ones she was selling. Wendy's daughter was beside her and she pulled her close and gave her a reassuring hug. At ten years old, Emma was too young to understand why the table beside them was almost sold out of cookies while she'd barely managed to move more than a handful of boxes. She'd been standing there for hours, greeting every potential customer that passed with a sales pitch she'd practiced all spring. Christy's daughter had spent the same amount of time slumped against the wall, listening to music as her mom worked her table for her. And her sales pitch was definitely working. Empty cardboard cases were stacked around them. In four hours they'd already sold twice as many cookies as Wendy and her daughter had in an entire week. Wendy glared at Christy as she leaned forward, showing off her boobs for her next customer. It was bad enough she was doing the work her daughter should have been doing, but the way she was doing it, flashing her tits at every guy that walked by, well, that really frosted Wendy's cookies. As specified in the Girl Scout handbook, she was dressed in a neat navy-blue outfit with the official scarf tied around her neck. Christy, on the other hand, was wearing stiletto heels, a mini skirt and a barely-buttoned blouse. Her customer obviously approved, shamelessly eye-humping her huge tits as Christy bent forward to retrieve five more boxes from beneath her table. Wendy's scowl deepened. She was the exact same age as Christy, thirty-eight. The kid on the other side of the table couldn't have been half of that. He was young enough to be her son and the sight of Christy showing off her tits for him while she unashamedly eyed the prominent bulge in the front of his pants filled Wendy with a feeling of...well, she wasn't sure what. She tugged at her scarf and struggled with the top button on her shirt, the collar suddenly seeming very tight. Beside her, Christy was bent over the table, smiling and chatting with the young guy standing opposite as her eyes swiveled back and forth from his face to his obvious erection. He was openly staring at her tits and she hooked her painted fingernail inside the fabric of her blouse, pulling it to one side to give him a better view. His face flushed as he caught a glimpse of a nipple. She laughed and said something. He nodded and she passed him a pen. As he wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper, Christy's eyes never left his hard-on. He walked away with five boxes of cookies and Christy tucked his number in her purse, right beside a half-dozen others she'd already collected that day. Her daughter, still slumped against the wall and listening to music, was oblivious to it all. Wendy finally worked the top button on her shirt loose, tearing her collar open as she swallowed a huge gulp of fresh air, not sure why the day suddenly seemed so stifling. She'd been so distracted by Christy's antics she hadn't noticed Emma had also reeled in a customer, an elderly woman who was busy counting out four dollars in change. She said she'd also been a Girl Scout when she was young and complimented Emma on her tidy uniform while casting an unapproving gaze in Christy's direction. Emma politely thanked her and handed her a box of cookies. As the old woman wandered away, Wendy collapsed into a chair behind her daughter. "Are you okay, Mom?" She nodded. "I'm fine. I think I've just been on my feet too long. We should start thinking about packing up and getting something to eat." Emma stared at the table beside her, their remaining boxes of cookies a fraction of the number still stacked high across her own table. "But I haven't sold enough yet." Wendy's heart ached as she caught her daughter glancing at Christy's daughter's uniform. She knew which badge she was enviously eyeing: Top Cookie Seller. Christy's daughter - or, to be more precise, Christy's tits - had won the award three years in a row. The badge was one of the few Emma still needed and it was looking more and more like it was about to elude her for a fourth straight year. In addition to the boxes stacked above and below their table, Wendy's minivan was loaded with cases of unsold cookies. She'd ordered them hoping this might finally be the year they'd beat Christy, but realized now how foolish she'd been to even dream such a feat was possible. Christy turned toward her, a smile at the corner of her mouth as she buttoned her top up. "Looks like we're almost all sold out, unless you want to give us some of your cookies to sell?" "Not a chance," Wendy blurted out, before her daughter could say a word otherwise. "We need all of our boxes." Christy arched an eyebrow. "You do remember that the cutoff for sales is tomorrow morning, right?" "That isn't a problem," Wendy said. "We still have lots of time." She ignored the questioning look Emma gave her, refusing to admit defeat. Christy tilted her head and stared at the unopened cases piled under the table. "Yeah, good luck with that." She turned and kicked her daughter's foot to get her attention, telling her it was time to go. Then she glanced back. "Oh, don't forget about the party tonight. I've told everyone to be there by seven." "We might be a little late," Wendy said. "We want to stay out as long as we can, but don't worry, we'll be there." Christy winced. "I almost forgot to tell you, Hank invited Bruce. He's bringing Janice." Wendy stiffened. Hank was Christy's husband. Every year they threw a huge pool party at their house for all of the local Girl Scouts, volunteers and parents. Bruce was Wendy's husband or, to be more precise, her ex-husband. And Janice was the reason for that ex. She was in her early twenties and an aspiring realtor and Wendy's husband, with fifteen years in the industry, had offered to bring her along to a few open houses to show her the ropes. Apparently, that wasn't all he'd shown her. The affair had lasted six months before Wendy found out and their divorce had followed shortly after. She got Emma and the house. He got a new Mercedes and a wife half his age. "You're still welcome to come if you want to," Christy said. "I just wanted to give you a heads up so it wouldn't be...you know...weird." Wendy forced a smile. "Actually, now that I think about it maybe it would be better if I just drop Emma off and skip the party. That way I can stay out and keep selling cookies. We've still got a lot to get rid of." "I can see that," Christy said, as she cast a skeptical eye toward the stacks of unsold boxes. "Like I said, good luck." * * * Wendy shut the door, dropped her keys on the table and slumped against the wall. She was exhausted. They'd spent four more hours at the mall and had moved most of the cookies at their table - business had unsurprisingly picked up as soon as Christy left - but Wendy's minivan was still nearly full. Emma had wanted to stay out, had wanted to try to sell them all, but Wendy knew there was zero hope of that happening. She'd simply ordered too many cookies. But she knew they'd still done well; they'd sold more boxes than any other year and she was proud of her daughter. She'd dropped Emma off at the party and made her excuses for why she couldn't stay, not the least of which was because she wanted to be gone before her ex-husband showed up with his new car and new wife. Now she was home, alone, with twenty cases of unsold cookies to keep her company. She hadn't been good enough to keep her husband. She hadn't even been good enough to beat Christy. She knew life wasn't a contest, but sometimes it sure felt like she was losing. She walked into her bedroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She was only thirty-eight, but felt years older. She pulled off the unflattering navy blue outfit and arched her back as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were nowhere near as big as Christy's but she was sure they were bigger than Janice's, maybe not as perfect or perky, but definitely bigger. Wendy sighed as she looked into the mirror. She actually wasn't in bad shape. When her husband seemed to be losing interest in sex she'd joined a fitness club, hoping a few less pounds might reignite his enthusiasm. It wasn't until later she realized he hadn't lost interest in sex, he'd just lost interest in sex with her. She'd kept going to the fitness club, even after the divorce, letting the workout ease her pain, and the hours spent there had definitely paid off. She was in better shape than she'd been in years. She just didn't feel sexy. She pushed her dark, shoulder-length hair up and turned back and forth, inspecting herself in the mirror, wondering if she could ever wear an outfit like Christy had worn today. Wendy shook her head and let her hair fall, surprised the thought had even occurred to her. Even if she had any desire to dress like that, nothing in her wardrobe was in any way comparable to Christy's outfit. Then she remembered the costume. She dropped to her knees and pulled a cardboard box out from beneath the bed. The revealing outfit inside had arrived unexpectedly when she was still married. She'd naively thought her husband had ordered it to spice up their love life and had been mortified when she couldn't even squeeze into it. It wasn't until she saw the look of guilt on his face that she realized he hadn't ordered it for her. In fact, the only reason it had arrived at their house instead of his office was because he'd clicked the wrong shipping address. It hadn't fit her then, would it fit her now? She laid the outfit on the bed: white crop top, green vest with yellow trim, matching pleated skirt, sash and hat. It was definitely a Girl Scout costume, but looked more suited for stripping than selling cookies. Wendy smirked as she gazed at the skimpy ensemble, wondering how many boxes Christy could have sold if she'd had this outfit on. Then Wendy picked up the sash and turned toward the mirror with the thin ribbon draped across her breasts, wondering how many boxes of cookies she could have sold. She shook her head and threw the sash back on the bed, chewing on a fingernail as she stared at the dangerous outfit. Minutes later she had it on. She swiveled back and forth, staring at herself in the mirror, amazed that the revealing costume now fit. She definitely would have sold a lot more cookies if she'd been wearing this. The crop top tied together in the front and was knotted just below her breasts, pushing them up and out invitingly. Wendy squeezed them together, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She didn't have Christy's cantaloupes, but they were definitely a handful. She ran her hand across her bare midriff and twisted around to check out her ass. But when she caught a glimpse of her granny panties peeking out from beneath the small skirt she winced. She hurried to her dresser and dug through the drawer until she found what she was looking for: a tiny pair of silky white panties and matching, thigh-high stockings. She pulled them on and raced to her closet to grab her white high heels. Then she turned back to the mirror and caught her breath; in this outfit, no one was going to be looking at her merit badges. Wendy's shoulders slumped. She took the hat off and tossed the sash on the bed. Who was she kidding? She couldn't go anywhere dressed like this. Christy's outfit had crossed the line, but the racy costume Wendy was wearing was so far out of bounds it wasn't funny. The Girl Scout council would kick her out if they even saw her near a box of cookies. She spun around one last time. It's a shame, she thought, as she admired her reflection, having something like this and no one to show it off to. But then she thought of Jason. He was a new sales rep at her work. Young. Cute. She'd driven him home after the company Christmas party and he'd invited her in for eggnog. She'd said no. She had to pick up her daughter. She'd wondered if he'd really been offering more than a friendly drink ever since. She knew where his house was. She could drive by and see if he wanted to buy some cookies, see what he thought of her outfit. And if she'd read the situation wrong she could just laugh it off, tell him she'd worn the costume on a dare. She took a deep breath and snatched the hat and sash back off the bed. That's what it was, a dare. * * * The minivan crawled down the dimly-lit street. Wendy swore as she peered through the windshield. The houses all seemed the same in the dark. She wasn't sure which one was Jason's, or if she was even on the right block. She pulled the minivan over and got out; teetering in her high heels as she headed down the street on foot and tried to remember which house was his. She crossed her arms over her breasts and wished she had a coat, something to hide the revealing costume she had on, knowing if she knocked on the wrong door she'd die of embarrassment. She swore again. This was hopeless. There'd been a foot of snow at Christmas, everything had looked different then. She didn't know Jason's address. She didn't know his phone number. She didn't even know if he'd be interested. But as she walked past one house she noticed someone standing at the front window, hands cupped against the glass as he peered outside. He spotted her and waved. Wendy looked over her shoulder, thinking he had to be waving at someone else. Then the front door opened and he came outside, hurrying down the steps as loud music poured from the doorway behind him. "Oh man, you have no idea how glad I am to see you," he said. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up." "Pardon me?" He was right in front of her now, tall and skinny, no older than eighteen. "You're an hour late. I thought you'd bailed." She blinked in surprise. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else." "Huh? You're Misty Showers, right?" "Uh, no, I'm Wendy," she said, trying to tug her skirt lower to hide her exposed skin. A second man appeared on the porch, only a few years older than the first. He did a double take when he spotted Wendy. "Is she the stripper you ordered?" "No, she's just some lady who was walking by," the skinny kid said. His friend came down the steps, his eyes narrowed on Wendy's costume. She crossed her arm over her breasts and kept trying to tug down her skirt which now seemed way, way too short. "You're kidding me," he said. "You're not a stripper?" Wendy nervously bit her lower lip and shook her head. "Then why the hell are you dressed like that?" Not sure how to answer, Wendy said, "I'm, uh, selling cookies." He stared at her in disbelief. "In that?! Aren't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?" Wendy's cheeks went crimson. She could feel their eyes on her breasts, between her legs, despite her best efforts to cover up. "I'm selling them for my daughter. I was hoping to drop some off for a friend who lives near here but - " He'd already lost interest in her story and had turned back to the skinny kid. "What the hell is going on, James? Where is the stripper you were supposed to get?!" "I don't know. I - " James' phone beeped. He yanked it out of his back pocket and scanned the text. "Fuck, now she says she can't make it! Oh man, this is bad, Zac." Zac sighed. "Don't let it get you down, dude, strippers aren't exactly known for their reliability." "But it was my job to find one and I blew it," James said. "What are we going to do now?" "I have no idea, but this party is going downhill fast." "Party?" Wendy said. Zac stared at her like he'd forgotten she was there. "Yeah, his brother is getting married. This is supposed to be his stag." Wendy stared over his shoulder toward the open doorway, where loud music was still blaring out. "Do you think anyone will want to buy some cookies?" * * * They headed downstairs with Zac in the lead and James behind him. As soon as Wendy's high heels and white stockings came into view, a whoop went up from the crowd assembled in the room. There was a score of guys in their early twenties gathered around a pool table, pounding beer and shots. As they craned their necks, trying to get a better look at Wendy, Zac stepped forward and held his hands up. He said, "Calm down, this isn't what you think. She's not the stripper." "I should fuckin hope not," a voice slurred from the crowd. "She's old enough to be my mom!" Zac glared in the direction where the voice had come from. "You wish your mom looked this good, Miller. In fact, we all do." A roar of laughter echoed around the rec room. "This is Wendy. She's selling Girl Scout cookies for her kid and I told her I'd see if anyone was interested." "Are you kiddin me?" A stocky guy that had to be Miller pushed his way to the front of the crowd, obviously drunk. "Cookies? This is supposed to be a fuckin stag. Let's go down to Vixens and see some pussy!" As a murmur of agreement rose around him, Zac said, "You know we can't go to a strip club. James is only eighteen. They won't let him in." "Then we leave him behind," Miller growled. "Are you kidding? We can't go without him, he's the best man. We all agreed we were fine with having the stag here." "Yeah, but that was before we found out there wasn't gonna be any peelers," Miller said. "That's what happens when ya put a fuckin kid in charge." As James wilted beside him, Zac said, "It's not his fault the stripper he hired backed out at the last second. We don't need her. We can still make this a stag to remember." "Yeah, good luck with that," Miller said, as he shouldered past him and headed up the stairs. "If you need to find us, we'll be at Vixens." A slew of partygoers followed him, mumbling apologies to Zac as he pleaded with them not to leave. But it was to no avail. When the front door slammed there were only six left, not counting Wendy. She said, "Sorry about your party. I guess I'd better go." "Wait," Zac said, "don't leave yet." He called out, "Isn't anyone going to buy some of her cookies? She's trying to help her kid." The few remaining partygoers looked away or shook their heads, but one stepped forward. "I'll buy some. I love those things." "Thanks, Randy. I appreciate it." Zac introduced him to Wendy and then stepped away to talk to the others that had stayed. Randy was in his early twenties, tall and lean with short, spiky blond hair and wearing a suit with no tie. He pulled his wallet out and gave Wendy a disarming smile. "How much are they?" Girl Scout Mom "Four dollars a box," Wendy said, as she eyed the stack of bills in his wallet. He pulled out two twenties. "I'll take ten." Wendy blinked in surprise. "Ten?!" "Sure, glad to help a Girl Scout out. And I have to admit, I love that costume." Wendy blushed. "Thanks, I like your suit." "Oh, yeah, sorry about that, I came straight from work," he said. "You look like you're also a businesswoman." "Umm, no, I work as a receptionist." "That's not what I mean, Wendy. I'm talking about the costume and cookies. You're here to do business, right?" "Uh, I guess so?" "The reason I ask is because that's my best friend, Pete, over there. He's getting married and this is supposed to be his stag and - as I'm sure you've noticed - it isn't going well. That's where you come in, Wendy." "Me?" He nodded. "There are only six of us left, and that isn't much of a party. But if you'll stay and - " "Stay?!" Wendy said, alarm in her eyes. "Just hear me out," Randy said. "If you'll stay and keep us company - all I'm talking about is playing a few games of pool and maybe having a shot or two - I'll make it worth your while." He reached in his wallet and pulled out two more twenties. "What do you say to ten more boxes?" Wendy glanced between the bills and the small group standing by the pool table. Every one of them looked half her age. "I don't think they're going to care if I stay or not," she said. "I'm kind of old for this crowd." "Are you kidding me?" Randy said, as his eyes roamed down her body. "I know they say women aren't allowed at stags, but I don't think they meant women wearing an outfit like that. It looks amazing on you, Wendy." She blushed and glanced over again toward the small crowd and Zac. She hadn't noticed his eyes at first, it had been too dark outside, but once they were inside she realized he had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. And as he caught her staring in his direction he gave her a warm smile and nodded back at her. She brushed her hair back behind her ear and turned to Randy, eyeing the bills in his hand. "Could you make it a case of cookies?" He grinned. "Guess what, boys, Wendy's joining the party!" * * * As promised, she stayed. But she did feel a little awkward, and not just because of the skimpy costume barely concealing her curves. She didn't recognize any of the music thumping from the speakers and when James, trying to make conversation, asked if she'd graduated the same year as his mom she realized she literally was old enough to be his mother. But one place she did feel comfortable was on the pool table. She'd belonged to an eight-ball singles league in the nineties and was pleased to see she hadn't lost her touch. Her skill with a cue seemed to make even more of an impression than her outfit and the boys were soon fighting over who got to be her partner. Randy was first and quickly turned her to his advantage; making and winning as many bets as he could. Zac was second and nearly as skilled at pool as Wendy. When he leaned close to show her a better grip, she didn't object. But her third partner was James and, obviously shy, he kept his distance. He stayed on the opposite side of the table from Wendy and when she bent forward to make a shot it was obvious he was having a hard time keeping his eye on the ball. His gaze kept drifting to her breasts, barely contained by her tiny crop top. Wendy was in no position to object. She was having just as hard a time keeping her own eyes off the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. In fact, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes above any of their waists. It wasn't helping that every time she bent over to make a shot she'd feel Randy's hand patting her ass for good luck, or feel Zac's hard-on pressed against her hip as he showed her that new grip. And then there was James, the outline of his erection always right in her line of sight. The shots of booze they kept giving her probably weren't helping either. Randy had already handed her three of them, one for each win. When he walked over with a fourth she held up her hand to stop him. "I can't drink that. I have to drive." "Don't worry about that," he said, as he pushed it toward her. "I'll pay for a taxi to take you home." She shook her head. "Thanks, but I've really had enough. It's time for me to go." "What? You can't go. As soon as you leave this party is over, and it will officially go down as the worst stag in history." Wendy glanced toward Pete, the groom. It was obvious he was still disappointed at how quickly his supposed friends had bailed as soon as the party had started heading south. "I'm sorry it didn't work out as planned," she said, "but I really don't think my being here is making it that much better." Randy did a double take. "Are you kidding? This party would already be dead and buried if you hadn't stayed and played pool with us. But I definitely think it's time we did something to liven it up." "We?" He put his hand against the wall beside her and grinned. "Wendy, how would you like to sell some more cookies?" * * * Wendy took a deep breath. The shot of sambuca she'd slammed to try to calm her nerves still burned in her throat. She couldn't believe she'd agreed to do this. Pete, the groom, was seated in a chair in the center of the room as music poured from the speakers. The other five members of the stag; Randy, Zac, James and a pair of beefy, red-haired twins whose names Wendy couldn't keep straight were standing in a semi-circle and cheering her on. It had taken the promise of two more cases of cookies to convince her, but she'd reluctantly agreed to give Pete a lap dance. Randy insisted it was a stag tradition, the main reason why they'd ordered the stripper. But he promised Wendy she didn't have to actually strip. He just wanted her to put on a show. The funny thing was Wendy knew how to give a lap dance. She'd taken lessons hoping to rekindle her marriage, but when she'd tried to surprise her husband and give him one he'd laughed. These boys weren't laughing. All of them were circled around Wendy, their eyes glued to her as she started to gyrate to the music and sway sexily back and forth in front of Pete. The smile that had faded when his friends left had now returned and Wendy grinned when she saw the color in his cheeks and realized he was even more embarrassed by the lap dance than she was. She danced in front of him and every time she ran her fingers down his chest or through his hair his friends cheered. She gave herself to the music, letting it fill her senses, letting it wash away any hesitation she might have had about her costume or being too old; if she hadn't felt sexy before, she sure did now. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her focus as the beat coursed through her. She remembered what she'd been taught; pretend you and your partner are the only two people in the world. Pete was her partner now and she brushed her fingers against his cheek as she straddled him, swaying back and forth as he smiled up at her. She gyrated above his lap, one hand on his shoulder as she swiveled her hips inches away from his crotch. He touched his hand to her hip and when she took it and slid it behind her back and beneath her skirt a howl of approval erupted from his friends. Pete's eyes hadn't left her face and he grinned up at her, obviously enjoying himself as he squeezed her ass. Wendy was enjoying herself too and before she knew what she was doing she'd lowered herself right against his crotch, her hands on his shoulders as she gyrated against the rock-hard length pressed between her legs. The cheers behind her were deafening but she ignored them as she gave herself to the music, lifting her dark, wavy hair above her shoulders as she swayed to the beat. Both of Pete's hands were now beneath her skirt and he squeezed her firm cheeks as he rocked her back and forth, rubbing her panties against his erection. Wendy's breath was coming faster. Her heart was pounding. She'd forgotten how hard a young guy could get. It felt like she had an iron bar pressed between her legs and she was completely oblivious to the other eyes watching as she ground herself against him. Pete grinned up at her as he slid his hand lower, his fingertips tracing the edge of her panties. When she didn't object he went even further. Wendy caught her breath, shuddering as he slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed them against the thin fabric barely covering her pussy. She couldn't remember the last time her husband had touched her like this, and she couldn't help herself as she knotted her fingers in Pete's hair and pulled him close, between her breasts. He rubbed his face against her tits and the soft fabric of her tiny white crop top. Then he found the knot and when he pulled on it with his teeth her top fell open. Wendy gasped. Her breasts were completely exposed. Pete immediately bent to one and brushed his lips against it, exploring her sensitive flesh with his mouth as he continued to rub her pussy through her panties. Wendy moaned and ground herself harder against his erection, wishing his jeans weren't between them, wishing she could feel his naked cock pressed against her flesh. He teased her rock-hard nipple with his tongue and she tightened her grip on his hair, keeping his mouth right where she wanted it. She knew he was still young, but she didn't think she'd ever felt a cock as stiff as the one trapped between her thighs. She lifted his shirt and slowly slid her hand down the front of his pants, grazing her fingernails against his abdomen until she reached his boxers. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband and leaned closer, her breasts pressed against him as she tried to find the right angle so she could get her hand right inside his underwear, so she could see if his cock was really as hard as it felt. And then the music stopped. The silence jolted them both back to reality and Wendy yanked her hand out of his pants and scrambled off his lap, covering her exposed breasts with her arm as she tugged her panties back into place. Pete also leapt to his feet, turning his back as he tried to hide his obvious erection. The five spectators had watched mutely as the action escalated, but now they exploded into applause, hooting and hollering as they crowded around the groom to congratulate him. All except Randy; he went to congratulate Wendy. "Wow," he said. "That was the hottest lap dance I've seen in my life! Are you sure you've never done this before?" Wendy blushed with embarrassment as she fumbled with her crop top, trying to get it tied back up again. "Let me help," Randy said, and moved her hands away. He took hold of the loose ends of her shirt and pulled them apart to fix them. Wendy's top was wide open, her breasts on full display. He stared openly at them while he straightened the ends of her crop top, and she was surprised to find herself letting him. "You've got an amazing body, Wendy," he said, and then deftly tied her top back up so her breasts were covered once more. "Thanks," she said. "Anytime, always glad to lend a hand," he said, and brushed the back of his fingers against her stiff nipple, protruding through the thin cotton fabric. Wendy shuddered at his touch. Her eyes dropped down, below his waist, where the thick outline of an erection was showing through his dress pants. She wondered if he was as hard as his friend had been, wondered what he'd say if she pressed her hand against the front of his pants to find out. "Shots?" Wendy started as Zac appeared beside them. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine, just dizzy. That dance left me a little light-headed." "It left us all a little light-headed," he said with a smile. "Did you want another shot?" "Oh god, no, I've already had way more than I should have." As if to emphasize the statement she wobbled sideways on her high heels. "I've got you," Zac said, as he grabbed her around the waist to steady her. "Thanks, it just seems so hot in here all of a sudden." Zac's position was doing nothing to lower Wendy's temperature. He was directly behind her with his hand pressed against her bare midriff, just below her breasts. But that wasn't nearly as distracting as the hard-on pressed firmly against her ass. Wendy ran her tongue across her dry lips, fighting the temptation to slide her fingers down to his cock. "Did you like the dance?" she whispered, as if the thick length wedged between her cheeks wasn't enough of an answer. He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer. And while he kept her ass pinned against his erection Randy stepped close, his own hard-on now only inches away from Wendy. He brushed his fingers against her stiff nipple again, teasing it through the thin fabric, and Wendy trembled at the touch. He grinned. "I think it's time to really get this party started. There's just one other stag tradition I hope you can, umm, help us out with." He leaned close and whispered in Wendy's ear. Her eyes went wide. "How many cases of cookies will you buy if I do that?!" * * * Wendy stood in the center of the room with Randy beside her. Pete and the rest of the stag were circled around them. If she'd been surprised when she'd agreed to give the groom a lap dance, that was nothing compared to how she felt now. "Gentlemen," Randy announced, "I want to thank each and every one of you for staying to help celebrate my good friend Pete's upcoming nuptials. And as part of the celebration, Wendy here has graciously agreed to perform one last vital task. Pete, buddy, you're about to get your last blowjob as a single man." The hoots and whistles that erupted from the small group flustered Wendy. She was already embarrassed at what she'd agreed to do and their enthusiasm turned her cheeks even redder. Randy had insisted the blowjob was a stag tradition, like a last cigarette for a condemned man. The details had already been worked out with the original stripper, who had also offered to suck off anyone else who might be interested for fifty bucks a pop. Randy wasn't asking Wendy to do that but he had offered, if she agreed to take care of the groom, to buy four cases of cookies in return for the favor. Wendy had been hesitant at first. She couldn't even remember the last time her husband had wanted oral. So why would a guy as young as Pete be interested in a blowjob from her? He was about to marry a beautiful blonde half Wendy's age. But then she remembered the lap dance; his hands beneath her skirt; his mouth on her breast. His cock had been so stiff. So she'd agreed to suck him off. After all, it was a tradition. There was only one problem. "No way," Pete said, stepping back from his friends as if worried they might try to grab him. "Not a chance. Not happening." "Come on," Randy said. "She's already agreed!" Pete laughed and shook his head. "There is no way I'm letting her give me a blowjob. No offense, Wendy, you're a beautiful woman and that lap dance was...wow. But if I do what Randy is asking...believe me, we won't need a wedding; we'll need a funeral. "I warned Lori there was going to be a stripper, and I know I might have got carried away during the lap dance - by the way, thanks for all those shots, guys - but there's no way I'm letting you give me a blowjob. I won't do that to Lori a week before our wedding." Randy rolled his eyes. "Pete, buddy, no one's ever going to know!" "I'll know," Pete said. "Sorry, Wendy." She wrung her hands behind her back, embarrassed at having even agreed to go along with Randy's plan. "Don't apologize, I completely understand. Believe me, I know from firsthand experience your fiancée's lucky to be marrying a guy like you." "Thanks," Pete said, "and I appreciate the offer. It's just that, like I said I can't accept it. That's why my best man is going to have to take the bullet for me." A roar of approval exploded from Randy and the rest of the stag. All except James, who stood stunned as the meaning of his brother's words sunk in. "Who? Me?!" The rest of the stag rushed forward to grab him before he could get away. "Your brother's right," Randy said. "You're the best man so this is your responsibility now, kid." James stared at Wendy like she was a praying mantis about to devour him. "No thanks," he squeaked, and fought to pull his arms free. But the beefy, red-haired twins ignored his half-hearted struggles as they dragged him like a sacrificial virgin down the hallway toward the nearest bedroom. Wendy, however, turned in the opposite direction and headed toward the stairs. "Whoa! Where are you going?" Randy said, as he grabbed her arm. "I'm leaving." "What? Why?" "I'm not going to force him. You heard him, he isn't interested. And why would he be? I'm old enough to be his mom." Randy did a double take. "Are you kidding me? You're that kid's wet dream. He's just too shy to say so. Trust me, he'll probably come in his pants the second you open that bedroom door." Wendy glanced down the hallway where the twins were laughing as they easily held the door closed while James tried to pull it open. "I don't know." "You have to," Randy said, "even if all you do is sit in there and talk to him for ten minutes. Because if you don't, if he blows this opportunity and you walk out that door...trust me, the kid in that room is going to hear about it for the rest of his life." * * * Wendy opened the door. James was on the bed and he leapt to his feet, babbling out a stream of excuses for why she didn't need to bother giving him a blowjob. She smiled and held up her hand to stop him as she shut the door behind her. "It's okay," she said. "We're not going to do anything you don't want to. But if we walk out of this room now they'll know we didn't go through with it and I lose out on four cases of cookies. So do you mind if we just sit here and talk for ten minutes so they think we did? Can you do that for me?" James nodded and sat down on the bed. Wendy went to sit beside him and he hurried to create space between them. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to attack you." He smiled nervously and Wendy rubbed his back to reassure him as she stared at the walls of the room, plastered with pencil sketches and inked drawings. She said, "Is this your bedroom?" "Sort of, it's supposed to be a guestroom but my parents let me use it to work on my art." Wendy leaned closer to get a better look at the intricate artwork lining the walls. "You did these drawings?" He nodded. "They're really good. What are they? Superheroes?" "It's, uh, manga actually. Japanese comics." "Oh, do you have any others you can show me?" He hesitated a second and then pulled a folder from the bottom drawer. Inside, there was a collection of detailed sketches and Wendy arched an eyebrow as she flipped through the drawings. Many were of wide-eyed fantasy girls positioned so their panties peeked out from beneath their tiny skirts as their oversized breasts threatened to spill out from their undersized tops. She couldn't help noticing the similarity between their costumes and the one she had on, and when she glanced over at James she saw his eyes were glued to her breasts. She closed the folder and carefully laid it on the bed beside her. "Do you want to see them?" "Pardon me?" James said. "My breasts, I saw you looking at them. Maybe a closer look might help you with the anatomy for your drawings. We have ten minutes to kill. Do you want me to take my top off?" He swallowed hard and licked his dry lips. "Umm, yeah, sure, that's cool. I mean, if you want to." Wendy smiled as she undid the knot and opened her crop top, sliding it off her shoulders as she placed it neatly on the bed beside her. James eyes nearly bugged out as he ogled her body, now naked from the waist up. Girl Scout Mom "You can touch them," she said, and brought his hand to her breast. He squeezed the tender flesh. "Gentle," she whispered, and as he caressed her breast she slid her hand across his thigh, rubbing her palm against the stiff outline showing through his jeans. James groaned at her touch and quickly forgot about her tits, his eyes glued to her hand as she rubbed his cock through his pants. "I think it's time we checked out your own anatomy," she whispered, and unzipped his fly. He lifted his hips and as she pulled his jeans and underwear down his stiff cock sprang free. It was long and skinny and sticking straight up like any teenaged boy's cock would be with a beautiful woman half-naked on the bed beside him. Wendy wrapped her hand around him and gave him a few strokes. His hips bucked to meet every one. She licked her lips, savoring how hard he was, amazed where the night had brought her. She hadn't even gone on a date since her husband had left her and now she was giving an eighteen-year-old a handjob. "Have you had other girls in here?" she whispered. "Shown them your artwork? Let them do what I'm doing?" He shook his head, his eyes locked on her hand as it pumped up and down his cock which was now so hard it was nearly purple. "So I guess no girl has ever done this, either?" She bent down and circled her tongue around his silky-smooth knob. His groan answered her question as his cock twitched in her hand, ready to go off. "Do you want me to suck it?" she whispered. James nodded, slack-jawed as he watched her. Wendy leaned across his lap, her breasts pressed against his bare thigh as she wrapped her lips around his knob, softly sucking on the end of his cock as she slid her hand down and fondled his balls. She didn't think she'd ever felt a pair so tight, so ready to go off. She gently squeezed them and increased her pace, her mouth tight around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, sucking his long, skinny cock. James groaned and his hips bucked and he was suddenly shooting cum against the roof of her mouth and all over her tongue. Wendy's eyes went wide with surprise and she kept sucking as he kept squirting, trying to take it all, but there was too much and she gasped for air as his load spilled out of her mouth all over his flat stomach. "Sorry," James said. "Don't be, that was my fault," she said, stroking his cock as cum kept spurting out. James fell onto his back, letting out a long, low moan as she kept pumping him. When he was finally spent, she reached for a box of tissues on the nightstand. She used the first tissue to wipe his cum from her mouth and then grabbed a handful to clean up the gooey load puddled on his flat abdomen. The blowjob couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds. It took longer to clean up the mess he'd made. As he pulled his pants and underwear back up, she said, "You don't have to tell anyone what happened if you don't want to. If you're embarrassed, I can say we just talked." James nodded and she gave him a reassuring smile as she reached for her top, but her head was spinning with the realization of what she'd just done; this afternoon she'd been the perfect mom, helping her daughter sell Girl Scout cookies outside the supermarket; now, she was putting her clothes back on after sucking off a teenaged boy she'd met barely an hour earlier. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth as she fumbled with the ends of her crop top, trying to tie it back up as James headed for the door. He opened it and the roar from the hallway made them both jump. Randy, Zac, Pete and the twins were crowded outside the door. They'd heard everything. They congratulated and teased James as they peered past him toward Wendy, more embarrassed than ever as she hurried to cover her exposed breasts. Randy made his way through the doorway as his friends carried James back to the rec room, still cheering and congratulating him. Wendy gave him a weak smile as she kept fumbling with the ends of her top. "Don't worry about that," Randy said. He pulled her hands away but this time, instead of tying it back up, he slid her top off. He left it on the bed as he took her by the hand and led her back to the rec room, naked from the waist up. Wendy was surprised to find herself letting him, and when they reached the room she noticed the lights had been turned low and Pete and James had disappeared. Zac and the twins were still there, though, and they eyed her silently as Randy led her in. A steady, thumping beat poured from the speakers. Wendy was only wearing heels, thigh-high stockings and a tiny skirt that barely hid the silky white panties peeking out from underneath. Her arm was across her breasts. Randy pressed himself against her, rubbing his hard-on against her ass. "I think it's time to get the real party started," he whispered in her ear. He pulled her arm down and slid his hands over her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as he teased her nipples erect with his forefingers and thumbs. Every eye was on them but Wendy barely noticed; she had her mind on other matters as she slid her hand behind her and squeezed Randy's stiff cock through the thin fabric of his dress pants. Her pussy had already been wet from giving Pete a lap dance and then letting his little brother come in her mouth, but that was nothing compared to what was happening between her legs now. Randy's hand was under her skirt and inside her panties. He teased her pussy with two fingers and unzipped his fly. Wendy's hand slid inside the opening. He wasn't wearing underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen length and tugged on his cock as he played with her clit. Her eyes were closed as she swayed to the beat, letting Randy's hands explore her body as she kept pulling on his cock. She felt a light touch and realized Zac was right in front of her, brushing her hair back from her face as he smiled at her with those beautiful blue eyes. Then he was undoing his own pants. Wendy slid her hand inside and pulled his cock out, too. She was sandwiched between him and Randy, jerking their thick pricks in unison as their hands roamed over every inch of her body, which is why she shouldn't have been surprised when the twins appeared on either side of her and started undoing their belts, too. But she was surprised. Not by the fact that she was now surrounded by four eager studs, every one of them almost young enough to be her son, but by how quickly her hands found their cocks, rubbing and squeezing all four of them, amazed at how big and stiff they all seemed to be. If her age bothered them it didn't show as they ran their hands all over her body, groping and fondling her tits, ass and pussy. They tugged down her skirt and panties and Wendy stepped out of them, naked now except for her stockings and high heels. Zac's cock was in one hand and one of the twins was in her other. She gently bit her lower lip as she pumped them while eyeing the other two cocks standing straight up, waiting for her attention. She was wishing she had two more hands when Randy had a better idea. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing down, and her heart skipped a beat as all four boys took hold of her and forced her down to her knees. Randy was the first in her mouth, twisting her head sideways as he stuffed his meaty cock between her lips. He was definitely thicker than James had been and Wendy started sucking him while jerking off two of the other boys at the same time. But she'd no sooner started when his cock popped out of her mouth and another slid in to take its place. She glanced up and saw it was Zac's thick pole now stuffed between her lips. He stared down at her with those piercing baby blues and a smile on his lips as he worked his cock back and forth. Wendy moaned around his stiff length, so thick he was stretching her mouth painfully wide. He was definitely bigger than any of the other boys and she cranked her hand up and down his shaft, jerking him off as she sucked him. One of the others pulled her hand away so he could wrap it around his own stiff prick, and seconds later Wendy felt a tinge of disappointment as Zac dragged his big dick out from between her hungry lips. But it wasn't long before another took his place, one of the twins this time. Wendy was embarrassed to realize she still didn't remember their names, but their cocks were unforgettable. She took turns sucking on them as they grinned at each other. She'd thought they were identical and they were, except for their cocks; one was long and straight while the other had a funny bend to it. She sucked them both, and if they weren't in her mouth Randy or Zac was. All four boys took turns stuffing their thick poles between her lips, making her suck them while she jerked off two of their friends at the same time. Wendy wasn't sure how long she'd been on her knees, pleasuring their cocks while their hands roamed freely all over her body, tweaking her nipples, fingering her pussy. Suddenly, they were all lifting her. They carried her to the couch, naked except for her stockings, her mouth wet from sucking on them. They laid her on her back and the twins spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening as Zac got on his knees in front of her. He buried his face between her legs, ignoring her dark thatch of pubic hair as he tongued the tender folds of her pussy and worked his way toward her clit. Wendy gasped when he found it and tried to clamp her legs shut but the twins had ahold of her and kept them spread wide. She bit her lower lip as she watched Zac press his mouth against her furry mound, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth against her clit with a steady rhythm. She wished she'd trimmed her pussy, but how was she supposed to have known this would be the night she'd have a boy's tongue buried in it? If her bush bothered him it didn't show, and she ground her pussy against his mouth as he lapped away. The twins were still beside her, holding her legs open while Zac's tongue worked its magic, and she grabbed their still hard cocks and started jerking them off in tandem. Randy had been behind the couch, watching the show, and now he threw his leg over the back of it and turned Wendy's head sideways as he slid his cock back in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked him, squirming as Zac's enthusiastic tongue continued its mind-blowing magic between her legs. He had a finger inside her now and she bucked against it, struggling to keep her concentration as she tried to take care of the other three cocks around her. Wendy's head spun; she couldn't focus. The twins had finally let go of her legs and one was now draped over Zac's shoulder, keeping him close as he lapped at her soaked pussy, his tongue circling her swollen clit as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She let go of the twins' cocks and popped her mouth off Randy's thick pole with a gasp, her breath coming faster as she knotted her fingers through Zac's dark hair, holding him tight as she swiveled her pussy against his mouth. He was watching her with those innocent blue eyes as he drummed his tongue against her clit, and when she suddenly cried out in pleasure and shuddered against his mouth he smiled. Wendy's back arched as she came hard. Her hand was still locked in his hair but now instead of keeping him close she was trying to push him away, every touch of his tongue sending unbearable lightning bolts of pleasure arcing through her unbelievably sensitive pussy. He finally relented, pulling his mouth away from between her legs. But that was just so his cock could take his tongue's place. An involuntary spasm of pleasure rippled through Wendy as his knob brushed against her pussy, and her eyes went wide as she stared at his heavy cock. It had seemed big while she was sucking on it but seemed even bigger now that it was aimed right at her tiny hole. The twins grabbed her legs again and spread them wide as Zac pressed the head of his huge cock between the lips of her pussy. "You sure you want this, Wendy?" She nodded. She didn't think she'd wanted anything more in her entire life. He pressed forward and she gritted her teeth as his meaty prick stretched her pussy wide. She couldn't believe how tight she was and dug her fingers into the cushions of the couch as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Are you okay?" Zac asked. She nodded and forced her eyes open. His thick pole was only a few inches inside her and it was with some dismay that she realized he easily had another four or five inches to go. He slowly started to rock his cock back and forth, letting her get used to his size. Wendy tried to relax but her mouth was so dry. It was like every drop of lubrication in her body had rushed between her legs to try to accommodate the huge cock now wedged inside her pussy. She trembled as he hit spots she didn't remember her husband ever hitting, his eight-inch length almost all the way inside her now. And then she felt fingers in her hair as someone turned her head sideways. Randy slid his cock back between her lips. "You're doing great, Wendy." She moaned around his thick length, trying to concentrate on sucking him as Zac drove her deeper into the couch, his huge cock working like a pile driver as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. She wondered what Christy would think if she could see her now; getting double-teamed by two big-dicked studs while their friends waited for a turn. Just the thought of it made Wendy moan in anticipation and she wrapped her hands around the twins cocks, jerking them off again as they kept her legs spread wide for Zac who was hammering his cock in and out of her soaked pussy. Wendy wanted to tell him to slow down, but it was tough to talk with his friend's cock stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as Randy worked his stiff pole deeper and deeper, almost hitting the back of her throat. She tried to relax, tried to take as much cock as she could between her lips, but she found it impossible to focus with Zac's big dick banging in and out between her legs. She moaned around Randy's thick shaft, her breath coming faster as she struggled to breathe through her nose. The twins' balls were bouncing, her hands a blur on their stiff cocks. Her legs quivered and Zac, sensing what was coming, fucked her even faster. Wendy was buried on the couch, the four boys almost on top of her as she tried to take care of all of their cocks, but none commanded her attention as much as Zac's did, thumping in and out of her sopping pussy as he pushed her toward the edge. Wendy whimpered around Randy's cock, still plugged between her lips. She couldn't take any more of the thorough fucking she was getting and she shuddered as a second orgasm crashed through her, her body trembling as Zac's skilled cock hit all the right spots. She gasped as she pulled her mouth away from Randy's heavy cock and let go of the twins' thick lengths. She braced her hands against Zac's chest and begged him to stop, her breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps. "Holy fuck," she moaned, her breasts heaving, a sheen of sweat covering her naked body. "Don't any of you guys ever come?!" They grinned at each other. Zac's cock was coated with her cream. He pulled it out from her tender pussy and Wendy slumped against the couch, relieved to finally get a timeout. But then Randy moved between her legs, his cock sticking straight up from the thorough sucking she'd been giving it. "My turn," he said. Randy fucked her. The twins fucked her. They all fucked her. And whenever one of them wasn't in her pussy they were in her mouth or her hands. The only place they didn't stuff their cocks was her ass, and that was only because she begged them not to. They fucked her on the couch. They fucked her on the floor. They even fucked her on the pool table. Wendy had never experienced anything like it. When she'd divorced at the age of thirty-seven she'd wondered if she'd ever meet another man again. Now she had four of them, taking turns filling her with cock. But these seemed more boys than men, all of them barely in their twenties; they definitely knew how to fuck, though. She'd lost track of time, lost track of how many times they'd made her come. And unlike James, who had exploded in her mouth after barely ten seconds of sucking, none of them seemed in any danger of going off soon. Every time one of them got close, his balls tightening up as he banged his cock in and out of Wendy's pussy or mouth, he'd stop. Stepping back to let a friend take his place as he gave his cock and balls a chance to cool down. The four of them had kept it up for at least forty-five minutes, gangbanging Wendy until every one of their cocks was slick from being inside her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take and, exhausted, she begged them to come soon. Randy grinned. "It's time to wrap this party up, boys. I think we've thanked Wendy enough for coming." One of the twins was inside her, the one with the funny bend to his cock, and he nodded at Randy as he picked up the pace, smacking his pelvis against Wendy's thighs as he banged his cock in and out of her. He fucked her hard and fast and she groaned as she felt herself being dragged toward the edge again. She let go of the cocks keeping her hands busy and gripped the edge of the couch to hang on as he made her come hard for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. She would have cried out in pleasure but the other twin had his cock plugged between her lips, fucking her mouth nearly as hard as his brother was fucking her pussy. They groaned simultaneously and whipped their cocks out of her, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her tits. Wendy gasped, trying to catch her breath as they coated her. They'd barely finished when Randy and Zac took their place and slid their own cocks inside her. But they didn't ragdoll her, fucking her senseless like the twins had. Instead, they started slow, Randy between her legs while Zac tilted her head and let her suck on his cock. And she did, savoring it, running her tongue all across his sensitive flesh while his friend fucked her with long, steady strokes. "Did you have fun tonight, Wendy?" Randy asked. "Mmhmm," she moaned, her mouth wrapped around Zac's cock. "Are you glad you came?" "Mmhmm," she moaned, even more enthusiastically than the last time. "So am I," he said. He picked up the pace, fucking her faster, harder. Then he pulled out, groaning as he jerked his cock and unleashed a thick load that splattered against Wendy's taut belly, beads of cum glistening in her pubic hair. Wendy arched her back, savoring the feel of the warm, sticky mess all over her body and wondered how much longer she'd have to wait until Zac added his cum to the collection. She squeezed his tight, swollen balls and kept sucking him, anxious to find out, but he surprised her when he suddenly dragged his thick pole out from the wet seal of her mouth. She straightened up and spread her legs in anticipation of having his huge cock buried in her pussy once more. Instead, he headed toward the bathroom and the other three boys started to put their clothes back on. Wendy blinked in confusion, not sure why Zac hadn't wanted to come. Everyone else had. She'd come so many times she wasn't sure she could even stand up. Her legs were still trembling. Zac came back from the bathroom with a towel in his hand, his heavy cock still wet from her mouth. "Sorry, I just need to clean you up first." He wiped his friends' cum away from where it had splattered all over her tits and pussy. "There we go, now you're all mine." He sat on the couch and swung her over his lap so she was straddling him. He lined his cock up with her opening and squeezed her ass as he lowered her onto his thick pole. Wendy bit her lower lip as he spread her wide. He'd already fucked her three times in the last hour and she still wasn't used to how big he was. Girl Scout Mom He bounced her on his big cock with a gentle rhythm as he pulled her close, her breasts against his well-muscled chest as he pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her long and hard as he kept fucking her, spreading her ass cheeks wide as he drove her up and down on his swollen prick. Wendy moaned into his mouth, their tongues locked together as she ran her fingers through his dark hair and stared into his eyes, the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. No one had ever kissed her like this. No one had ever fucked her like this. The intimacy overwhelmed her as she bounced up and down on his cock, their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies locked together. They were in their own world, the whirlwind of sex that had come before now disseminated into a microcosm of lust that started between their legs and ended where their tongues met. Wendy crushed her lips against Zac's, her heart pounding as she rode him. Her hair was limp and strands were stuck to her face. She could taste his sweat. They were both exhausted. "Oh baby," she said, as she broke the kiss and pressed her mouth against his ear. "I can't take much more, please come for me." He nodded. "Don't worry. I'm close, so close." He tightened his grip on her ass, bouncing her even harder on his thick cock. Wendy groaned as she gently squeezed his balls. They were so big, so swollen. She knew he was about to go off any second. She pressed her mouth against his ear again, and whispered, "You can come inside me if you want." "Are you sure?" She nodded as she pressed her face into his shoulder, biting her lower lip as she drove herself onto his cock, smacking her ass against his thighs as she tried to make him come. It worked. Zac let out a strangled groan as he filled her with cum, holding her tight as he exploded inside her. Wendy trembled as she felt him flooding her insides, his muscular arms locked around her, her body crushed against him. She had no idea if anyone else was watching as they came together and, honestly, wouldn't have cared if they were. But when Zac eased his hold and let her lean back so his spent cock could slide free of her pussy Wendy glanced around and seemed to realize for the first time where she was. It was like the clock had struck midnight. Everyone else was dressed and staring at them. Even James had returned, giving her a sheepish smile as he watched from the bottom of the stairs. Wendy burned with embarrassment as she grabbed the towel and tried to stop Zac's load from spilling free as she hurried naked down the hallway toward the bathroom. She hid herself inside and had just finished cleaning up the mess when there was a knock at the door. It was James. He had her clothes. He handed them through the doorway, purposely not looking at her, and she thanked him. Her head was spinning and her legs were trembling as she rushed to put the sexy Girl Scout costume back on that had got her into this mess. As soon as she was dressed she stepped back into the hallway. She heard them talking in the rec room, but headed in the other direction hoping to find a back door. When she did she snuck out through the carport, hurrying down the driveway as she dug through her purse for her keys. Behind her, Randy came through the doorway she'd just left. "Hey! Where are you going?" He hurried down the driveway to catch up to her. "You weren't even going to say goodbye?" "I'm sorry," Wendy said. "It's just, I...I really need to go home." "I understand," he said, "but I think I owe you some cookies." "Oh god," she said, pressing her fingers to her temple as an image of the four boys gangbanging her in the basement flooded her thoughts. "I didn't do that so you'd buy more cookies." "I know you didn't," he said, "but I already promised you I'd buy eight cases. And if I decide to buy some more, well, let's just say that's one friend helping out another." Wendy popped the back of the minivan open, anxious to get going. "Okay, how many cases do you want?" Randy stared past her into the back of the minivan where cases of Girl Scout cookies were piled to the roof. "All of them." She did a double take. "All of them? There are twenty cases in there!" "Then twenty cases it is." He pulled a thick stack of hundreds out of his wallet and handed them to her. Wendy stared at the money, dumbfounded. "This is a thousand dollars. This is too much." "What do you mean? Twenty cases at forty-eight bucks each is nine hundred and sixty dollars. Consider the extra forty a delivery fee." "No, I mean, that's too many cases. I don't expect you to buy them all." "I want to. You earned it, Wendy. And I'm not talking about what just happened inside. Pete's my best friend and I would have paid double that to make sure his stag didn't turn into the disaster it would have been if you hadn't agreed to stay. For me, this is money well spent, because, believe me, no one's ever going to forget this stag." Wendy's cheeks turned crimson, and she nervously bit her lower lip when she saw Zac hurrying down the driveway toward her. "What's going on?" he said. "Nothing," Randy answered. "I just came out to help Wendy unload these cookies from her van. Give me a hand." As they carried the cases from the minivan into the house, Wendy did the math in her head. She knew the numbers. She lived the numbers. Twenty cases meant they'd passed Christy. Emma was going to get her badge: Top Cookie Seller. When all of the boxes were finally unloaded Randy said goodnight, thanked her with a wink and headed inside. She shut the hatch and saw Zac still standing there. It was just the two of them now. "I guess I'd better get going," Wendy said, and readied her car key. "Whoa, you're not driving," Zac said. "We called a cab for you." "But how am I supposed to get my van tomorrow?" "Give me your phone," he said, and tapped his number into it. "Call me in the morning. I'll come pick you up and drive you back here. And if you want, maybe we can grab some breakfast?" When she hesitated, he said, "Is everything okay?" Wendy swallowed hard. She liked him. She really liked him. But she was consumed with guilt at the realization that she'd just let three of his friends fuck her and sucked off another. "After what just happened inside, you know, with everyone, I wasn't sure you'd even be interested in seeing me again." "Hey," he said, as he brushed her hair back behind her ear, "it's like Vegas. What happens at a stag stays at a stag. Tomorrow, it will be like this never happened. So, will you call me?" She nodded and he caught her off guard when he pulled her close and gave her a long, slow kiss. The taxi arrived a moment later and he walked her toward it, ignoring the driver's questioning look as Wendy teetered down the sidewalk in her high heels and revealing Girl Scout costume. Zac opened the back door and as she climbed inside he leaned in to say goodbye. "Promise you'll call me tomorrow?" Wendy smiled. "First thing." He went to shut the door but she held a hand out to stop him. "Oh crap! I just remembered I have to pick up my daughter in the morning. There was a pool party and she stayed overnight." "Oh. Did you want to bring her to breakfast?" "You don't mind?" "I don't mind. Do you mind her meeting me?" Wendy smiled. "Not at all. She's going to love you." "Okay, so I'll swing by your house in the morning and bring you back here to get your van. Then you can get your daughter and meet me at the restaurant?" "I'd like it better if you could come with me when I go to pick her up. That way I can introduce you to my friend, Christy, and I can't wait to see the look on her face when she meets you." * * * The only reward we writers receive for posting our stories here is the opportunity to have them read by you, the discerning Literotica reader, so I appreciate the time you've taken to read my story and hope you enjoyed it. If you did, any votes, comments or favorites are always appreciated! Thanks again ~ Seanathon.