Scream at the drunken moon

Chapter 27

We start out at a Chinese buffet restaurant where we order a load of food and share it all out between us. The girls have made me wear a sash with 'Bride to Be' on it and a sparkly pink tiara. I feel like a twat. But meh. After tomorrow I'll be Mrs Tony Perry so if this makes them happy, I'll survive. We finish our meals before heading for a nightclub where I am made to dance with anyone who'll buy me a drink. Ok, I'm not technically meant to be drinking but it's my hen do for pities sake. It doesn't take many drinks for me to start feeling a little pissed. I'm going to have to sit down for a few minutes. Both the alcohol and my not so good legs are against me. I ask Jess to get me some water for now and I drink down the clear liquid when I'm handed it. After a few minutes things start feeling a bit better so I get up and make the girls promise me they'll help me drink any more drinks. If I play this right, they'll have free drinks all night and I'll hopefully sober up a bit. That's my plan anyway.
It isn't working that well. The girls sussed out what I was doing and now they only take every other drink, leaving me with more alcohol than I've had in a very long time. I'm having trouble standing and make my way to the seating area to sit before I fall. It doesn't help that I'm wearing high heels instead of my usual boots or flat shoes. I slump on the seats, giggling my face off as the others look around for me. I hide behind my bag, thinking for some reason it was a good idea. It doesn't work and they're soon sitting with me, all of us giggling like teenage girls.
It seems we giggled for far too long as the club is closing. I'm still rather drunk and as I climb into the taxi, I realise I don't want to be alone tonight. The girls are coming around tomorrow morning to help me get ready but we all decided we needed our sleep tonight so we could be fresh for tomorrow. Or later today as it turns out. It's 2am now. I tell the taxi driver my address and when he drops me off, I pay him and walk rather unsteadily to the front door. I'm singing to myself and not paying much attention to my surroundings and I scream out loud when a hand touches my shoulder. I spin around to see Mike there.
"I'm gonna bloody kill you Fuentes" I hiss before I burst into giggles again.
"Why are you here? I thought you were with Tony?"
"They all crashed out on me and I'm too hyped up on Monster to sleep. So I thought I'd call by to say hi."
I shake my head and after several attempts at opening the door, Mike takes the keys and does it for me. He opens the door and watches as I stagger inside.
"Charlie, how much have you had to drink?"
"Lots" I say. Well, slur.
"Mikey, I have no one to give me away tomorrow. Will you walk me down the aisle? I don't want to do it alone."
"It would be an honour" he says, laughing at my drunken wobbling.
I feel his arms pick me up as he carries me upstairs. Am I really that drunk? He sits me on the bed and takes those ridiculous heels off me, my feet almost sighing with relief. I wiggle my toes a bit to get the feeling back in them then stand up to take off my dress. Ah. It zips down the back. Tony zipped me up earlier and I didn't think of this at the time.
"Mikey, I can't reach the zip" I say in a sing song voice. I feel his hands turn me around as he slides the zip down and my dress falls to the floor. I step out of it and throw it to one side before launching myself onto the bed, just in my underwear. I lie there with my eyes closed, in my own little world for a few seconds when I hear Mike mumbling something.
"What?" I whisper.
"You're so beautiful" he murmurs.
My eyes spring open as I look in his direction.
"I always liked you too, you know" he says as he stares at me. I didn't know. But if I hadn't hooked up with Tony all those years ago, I have a feeling I would have been in a relationship with Mike. I stand up, still unsteady on my feet and it's like someone else has possessed me. I walk over to Mike and going up on tiptoes, I pull his face down to mine and kiss him. I feel his hands touch my sides as the kiss deepens and I start walking us backwards towards the bed. I feel my hands unbuttoning his shirt and without breaking the kiss, I slide it off his body. His hands reach behind me to undo my bra, it falling to the ground with his shirt. My hands run up his chest and back down, to the waistband of his pants. I feel them undoing the zip and pushing down his skinny jeans and boxers. He steps out of them and I take his dick in my hand, our lips still attached. He slides my thong down and pushes a finger inside me. I caress him and as his breathing hitches ever so slightly, I turn us around so he's closer to the bed. I push him back onto the mattress before I climb on top of him and start riding him. He pleasures my breasts and it feels so good. So wrong, yet still so good. After a few minutes, he flips us around and starts thrusting hard into me. I am screaming with pleasure which seems more heightened by how naughty, I suppose, this feels. It's a while before we are done and my breath is coming in great gulps. He pulls out and gathers me into his arms before I pass out.