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“Yes,cuz.” I clap him on the back hard.
“What’s the question?” he asks.
“What’s the worst thing anyone’s ever said about your size?” Allie asks.
Gabe’s eyes rise to the left as he thinks of an answer. He rubs his jaw, the part of his face that reminds me so much of his father and my father. “It’s not so much about my size, but my first girlfriend used to complain that my dick would wake her up in the morning. I used to climb in through her window and sleep in her single bed. I guess my morning wood was too much for her in such a tiny space.”
There’s a ripple of laughter as we all imagine the picture he’s painted so clearly.
“Time to spin again,” Jimmy says, his knee bouncing like he’s desperate to run.
“Okay. Who’s it going to land on this time?” The nervous anticipation Allie had at the start of the game has been replaced with something more playful. The bottle wobbles on an awkward spin, finally landing on me.
I rub my hands together and the callouses, built up from years of grafting, rasp together. Allie’s eyes meet mine and a jolt of electricity seems to pulse between us. “What sexual position feels best?”
I hold her gaze, fascinated that she’s chosen this question to ask me. I push my tongue between my lips, moistening them as I think through what to say. Usually, I don’t think before I speak, but with Allie, I get the feeling that words mean more than actions, and I want to make this answer count. I’ll learn a lot about her depending on what I say.
“I guess it depends who’s involved.” I shift forward in my seat until my ass is on the edge of the cushion, wanting to get closer to her and hating the table in between us.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if it’s just me and a woman, I like fucking up against the wall. But if it’s me and a friend and a woman, then I like to be on the top, controlling the double penetration.”
When Allie’s cheeks flare a sweet pink color, and her lips part, I get the little indication I was hoping for. Our girl might be a virgin, but she’s a closet freak, too.
There’s a murmur of what sounds like agreement and interest.
“Have you and Gabe fucked a girl together?” Clay asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “More than one.”
“Shit. Twenty inches of combined meat.” Jonas shakes his head. “That must have been something to witness.”
“Now that’s what I call a stretch of the imagination.” Stefan earns a rumble of laughter from the group.
“It was sexy as fuck,” I say. “It just takes a little patience and a lot of trust.”
“Trust?” Allie adjusts her seating position. “That’s interesting. How do you think trust plays a bigger role in sex when you're the way you are?”
“When a person has a big dick, you mean?” I raise my chin as Allie blushes. It’s exactly the response I was hoping for.
“That’s two questions for Theron,” Carson says. “You have to spin again, Allie.”
“Sure.” Her eyes drop to the bottle, but I see the flush across her clavicle and the slight uncertainty in her motion. These conversations are getting to her. Our pretty little virgin is turned on.
And not only that.
She’s possibly a little tempted, too.
Damn, I hope she wants to give in to the temptation.
I could make her feel so good. I could make her feel like the goddess she is.
And I’m not the only one. I sweep the room, taking in my competition and find nine other men who are worthy of the prize. As Clay said, there are ten decent men here, and I couldn’t pick out from us who Allie would choose.
Maybe she wouldn’t want to choose just one of us. Maybe she’d want to explore what I was talking about. A little two-on-one can be a lot of fun. I’ve never gone higher than that, but I know men who have. Ten on one would be hard for a pro to take, forget about someone as innocent as Allie, so she’d need to make a choice at some point.
We carry on playing this modified version of spin the bottle and I get to learn things about other men’s cocks and sexual experiences that I’d prefer not to. It’s funny that a group of strangers can feel so much like buddies after such a short time, and I wonder if it’s got something to do with the constant confessions we’re being asked to make.
