Best Friend's Virgin Bride: Our Private Karaoke Surrender

Alex sat slouched in the plush leather couch of the private karaoke room, the bass from some half-assed pop track thumping through the speakers while his best friend Mike and the rest of the bachelor party crew howled along off-key in the next suite over. The night before the wedding, and all Alex could think about was Lena. Twenty years old, all soft curves and shy smiles, Mike's fiancée who had somehow slipped into every wet dream Alex had jerked off to for the past three years. He'd watched her from afar at barbecues, Christmas parties, those awkward double dates where Mike barely looked up from his phone. Alex was twenty-two, built from years of construction work, dark hair always a little messy, and he'd buried that secret love so deep it ached like a bruise every time he saw her with Mike.

The door clicked open without a knock. Lena stood there in a simple white sundress that hugged her full tits and flared over her hips, her long dark hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks flushed like she'd run the whole way. No makeup, bare legs, sandals kicked off already as she slipped inside and locked the door behind her. The karaoke screen glowed blue, casting light over her nervous smile.

"Alex," she breathed, voice shaky. "I... I had to find you. Mike's wasted next door. He won't notice I'm gone."

He stood up too fast, heart slamming. "Lena, what the fuck are you doing here? The wedding's tomorrow. You shouldn't—"

"I'm still a virgin." The words tumbled out raw. She stepped closer, close enough he smelled her vanilla lotion mixed with something warmer, needier. "Mike keeps saying we'll wait, that it's special, but he barely touches me. Kisses like he's doing me a favor. I've been touching myself every night thinking about you. Your hands. Your mouth. That thick cock I saw once when you changed at the lake last summer. I want you to take it. Tonight. One night of real passion before I walk down that aisle and lock myself into... whatever this is with him."

Guilt twisted hot in Alex's gut, but his dick was already hardening against his jeans. He'd loved her forever, silently, watching her laugh at Mike's jokes that weren't funny, seeing the loneliness in her eyes. Now she was offering herself, willing, desperate. "Lena, Christ. You're marrying my best friend. We can't—"