I first met Abigail on the way to a wedding, it was at the airport. Her skin shone like polished ebony and her white dress was a complete contrast. It did not seem like a travel dress. The only decoration was a gold brooch that weighed her dress in a deep cleavage. As I got close I noticed two transparent coams keeping her hair in place, cascading it down her back and exposing her naked ears.

“Are you going to kiss the bride?” Jane asked, disturbing my thoughts. She was like the rest of her party dressed in white. She was the only one wearing a pink sash declaring, bride.

“Shouldn't I wait till you are married?” I asked.

Jane pulled my head down to her and snogged me. I returned the kiss, and heard a couple of bridesmaids cheer.

If she did not worry, why should I?

You may wonder what a guy is doing on a hen do. Well, so was I, but a paid holiday I was not going to argue about, I found out later.

We arrived at the hotel. It was Tuesday, the official Hen Night was Wednesday and the marriage on Friday. The rest of the wedding party would turn up at another hotel on Wednesday.

It was Jane at the door holding a colourful shirt.

“This is what you are wearing on Friday.” She told me holding up a pineapple and passionfruit pattern.

“I bought a shirt.” Pointing at a Hawaiian Shirt. That was the stated dress code for the wedding.

“Yes, well you can wear it, but not to the wedding. You are so conservative. Still you are good in bed. Talking of which…” Jane reached around the back of her neck and freed her dress. She let it fall. “Make room for me.”

I moved the suitcase off the bed and pulled my shirt open.

“That's more like it.”

I got my second kiss, just as energetic as the airport but full of promise.

“You should have married me.” I commented as I pushed her down on the bed.

“You don't have enough money darling.”

I went down on her pussy.

“Thank god you fuck better than you dress.”

“Since when did you care about me dressing?” I asked her as I slid into her juicy pussy.

“True.”

Jane pulled and pushed at my body as I pumped her. She came once and I continued filled her and kept going. 

“My Energizer

“Everready.”

“You bet.”

Cum was running down her valley. She came again and I filled once more.

“Your hair is a mess.”

“We can't do it like that on Friday. My hair will be made up.”

“What's Abigail like?”

“I thought you liked her. You would have more luck with Lucy.”

“How do you know her.”

“She introduced me to Henry. I had to invite her to the wedding. Now shut up and do me again.”

I did, but I was thinking of Abigail. We were hot and sweaty and she was hugging me too her as I fucked her. She came again and I filled her again. 

“Shall I say you want to see Lucy?”

“Just like that?” 

“You're going to be the last man I fuck before I get married,  then I'm going to save myself for you.”

“What about your husband?” I said with disbelief and humour.

“I'll fuck him, but you will be the first I cheat with.”