“C’mon, Louise,” I (Erika) urged the nearly-unconscious bride-to-be out onto the sizable hotel balcony after switching on the outside light, breathing a little easier as a lick of the cooler night air caressed our naked bodies. The air conditioner in our room had given up the ghost and the staff said they wouldn’t be able to fix it until tomorrow. This summer was humid as hell, and I wasn’t going to be able to give my best friend her present if I passed out from the heat.

The pretty, stumbling ash blonde was getting married in just a couple days and I, along with our friends, had taken her up to Canada for her bachelorette party since she’d just turned nineteen and it was legal to drink there. Growing up in a staunchly Christian household had severely limited her fun growing up, so feeling safe surrounded by her besties, Louise had proceeded to go wild, drinking heavily and even grinding her virginal, panty-covered vajayjay into the bulging g-string of the beefy stripper we’d hired for her. The girl had been partial to Long Island Iced Teas that barely tasted like alcohol, so by the time I got her to our shared suite, she was absolutely blitzed. However, I realized that this was perfect for trimming her pubes, since by the state of the light brown jungle peeking out around her panties, it looked like the poor girl had never done that before.

I laid her down on a lounger chair and looked out over the city. Way up on the top floor of the hotel, there was no way that anyone could see us up here, and there were concrete partitions separating our balcony from the others to the side; we were alone. Finding that Louise had passed out, I evaluated her hourglass figure with very visible tan lines from her usual, conservative one-piece bathing suit. My own skinny body with its A-cup breasts always seemed second-best when compared to Louise’s Cs, or I guess just bottom tier when compared to our other friends with their Bs, Cs, and Ds who were sleeping off the night’s festivities in their own rooms at the hotel.

With the angle of the nearest balcony floodlight, I had to turn Louise’s lounger a bit to get a good look at her nethers. Yeah, she’d obviously never even trimmed down there. While boring and vanilla, I was sure that her husband-to-be would appreciate some cleanup when he finally saw the goods. I grabbed the scissors from the shaving kit I’d brought and began making her short ‘n curlies even shorter. When I was done, I decided some targeted shaving would be required so I applied some gel around the sensitive areas and got to work. Wiping away the remains, I looked carefully at the vee of light brown I’d left her. Nope, still too much, my drunk brain decided, so I continued, leaving her with a heart-shaped pubic area.

I was reminded of that episode of How I Met Your Mother when Ted decided to start shaving off his breakup beard and he only took off a bit at a time, looking ridiculous with muttonchops, then a porn ‘stache before he finally just took it all off. Like my hairdresser says, you can always take more off but you can’t put it back on. Smiling, I continued, leaving her with a Hitler mustache, then slimming it down to a ‘runway’ pointing down toward the goods. Finally, I just shaved it all off. Yes, her husband would be pleasantly surprised and I knew from experience that having no pubes makes everything feel all smooth and thrilling as you walk. If Louise didn’t like it, I’d apologize later.

I used my thumbs to pull my best friend’s prominent labia apart and angled my head to see if I’d missed any stray hairs. Her inner lips were visibly moist, no doubt from the grinding she’d done on that sexy stripper not even a half hour before. Yep, it looked pretty--

Splat!

Something wet and white impacted the unconscious girl’s pussy, most of it going directly inside as I held it open. What the hell was that?! Did a bird pass overhead--? I looked up to see wide, bright eyes on a dark face about twenty feet up before it quickly pulled back. But ... we were on the top floor!

NO! The penthouse! That required a key to access so there was no actual button, making me think that we were on the uppermost floor of the hotel. Then the white stuff ... some had splashed onto my hand, so I brought it to my face, sniffed it, and gave it a lick.

Sperm. I had one boyfriend months ago when I was eighteen so I knew the taste. Some Black guy in the penthouse had watched me shaving my unconscious friend’s pussy, masturbated, and when he came, some of his load went directly inside her wide open, defenseless vagina. An absolute bullseye. Louise wasn’t on birth control and she’d been talking about wanting to start a family right after getting married, possibly getting pregnant on her honeymoon...