Page 25 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Yeah!!!” Wait…where’d she get another banana juice? She now had one in each hand. I tried to grab one from her, but she spun around and then took a big sip from each. Then she handed them to some random girl, slapped her own ass, and started doing the thrusting thing again.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Babes!” said the DJ over the loudspeaker. “Please return to your tables. It’s time for dessert!”

“YES!” screamed Ash. “Come on! Let’s go eat our banana splits!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me off the dance floor. But she didn’t have to. This was the part of the night I’d been waiting for.

I pulled out my backup phone and checked my makeup in the mirror app. Flawless, obvs. Just like I’d told Ghostie - only a massive cumshot could ruin my makeup. And I had not taken one of those tonight. Yet.

The lights dimmed and a monkey howled. But this time it sounded much closer than before.

Everyone looked around. Especially Ash. She looked so excited.

And I couldn’t blame her one bit. I could hardly contain my excitement either. I took a second to make sure my tits looked perfect in my dress.

Here we go.

The music switched to a tribal beat.

A spotlight lit up the stage.

And a man burst through the curtain. He danced to the music while also somehow balancing a carved wooden cloche with one hand.

Oh, and he was dressed in a monkey costume. Complete with a big grinning monkey mask.

“That’s him!” gasped Ash. “The monkey who was watching us!”

Maybe. It wasn’t like there was only one monkey at a Banana Party. How did Ash not know that? Her lack of knowledge of what happened at Banana Parties was quite shocking.

I sat back in my chair and drank in the whole performance.

The way he moved his hips was spectacular. And his gray sweatpants onesie did little to hide the movement of his cock. If anything, the sweatpants accentuated his fantastic member. It was so easy to picture myself on the receiving end of those thrusts.

But rather than running on stage and tearing his monkey suit off, I stayed put and sipped on my banana juice.

Come to mama.

The spotlight followed his every move as he spun around a few times and then jumped off the stage. For a split second I thought he might be headed to the birthday girl’s table. But no, of course he wasn’t. I was a bride-to-be. And my tits were way better than the birthday girl’s. There was no way he’d go to her table first.

He danced up the stairs and put the wooden cloche in front of me.

Thank you, sir.

From afar I hadn’t realized how tall he was. It was possible that his height was just an illusion created by the oversized monkey mask, but one look at his banana-colored sneakers told me everything I needed to know. They were huge. Size 13 at least. Which made sense, because I’d ordered an extra large. Actually, I’d ordered an extra large double. So where was my second man? The only explanation for his absence was that he wanted to make a grand entrance.

The monkey man dance

d for a second and then pulled the lid off my cloche. To reveal…

A huge banana split. Two bananas. Hot fudge. Nuts. And a dozen scoops of extra extra dark chocolate ice cream. The whole thing was even covered in a white drizzle that must have been the secret sauce.

What the hell is this?!

There wasn’t actually supposed to be a banana split under there. The cloche was supposed to be empty. And then the monkey man was supposed to do a whole strip dance and turn his cock into the world’s most delicious banana split.

Surely this was a mistake. I turned back to the server as he pulled a can of whipped cream out of his onesie pocket.

There we go!

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