Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
The waitress, a dirty blond with hazel eyes, smiled. “Of course, sir.” She collected the empty glasses and was off a moment later.
Bram’s eyes followed her closely as she walked away and then he tilted his head. “I’m a fan of the work uniform at this bar. Not to mention the workers.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty nice, but I’ll say what we all know Luke is thinking,” Cody interjected, “none of ‘em holds a candle to Khloe.”
Everyone agreed without question. I hadn’t gotten to spend a ton of time with Khloe myself, but I knew she was sexy as hell; the kind of woman I typically went for. Some guys turn their noses up at meat on the bones, but I’d always preferred my women a bit thicker. Not only were they just more attractive to me than a woman that was skin and bone, but in my experience they were way better in bed. Gotta do something to make up for the fact that most guys go for skinny-minis, make sure they want to come back. Khloe had that syrup-bottle frame that made me want to pour her on a stack of pancakes. Large breasts and ass, a stomach with some substance, but still toned, and a nice pair of thick thighs that would feel good in my hands if I were holding her legs up. Just thinking about her got me hard. For a while, we were keeping it to ourselves that Luke wasn’t the only one who had the hots for her, but it seemed like that cat was out of the bag.
“The real question is, Luke. Could you share?” I asked, knowing he’d carried the flame for her the longest.
“Are you kidding me? Half the times I’ve jerked off, I’ve imagined watching her get fucked by you guys.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “We shouldn’t talk about it. I’ll pop a boner right now.”
Everyone laughed, but I held out my hands to quiet the table. “Okay, so then I think we need to set some ground rules.”
“What do you mean?” Brett asked.
“Well, the key question,” I continued. “If we do somehow luck into Khloe, do we up the ante on the scorecard?”
All of us, apart from Kent (except for one time when he was really drunk) had shared women throughout the duration of our friendship. It just worked best for all of us to work together keeping one woman satisfied rather than do it on our own, plus we found we were all freaks and liked to engage in types of sex far outside the norm. After we started to get a little bored with the typical run-and-gun with women, Christian invented ‘The Scorecard.’ It had all the different types of sex we liked to have; public, threesomes/foursomes, bondage, toys, sex with food, in a moving car, and orgies, and had them ranked in points by difficulty. The most point bearing thing on the card was ‘the first’ and it was for whomever could get our woman of choice to sleep with them first. Once we found a woman that we enjoyed, the game started, and it was up to each individual man to find a way to rack up the most points. The loser bought dinner for everyone at the nicest steakhouse in Austin; at least $2000 worth of food for the whole group. We didn’t whip it out for every woman we shared, only the ones who seemed the most adventurous and exciting.
Kent let out a loud, exhausted sigh. “I fucking hate the scorecard.”
“You’re just a goody two-shoes,” Mason spat. “Go ahead, Doc.”
I nodded. “Thank you.” I flipped Kent off before continuing. “First of all, dinner at Bottie’s isn’t gonna cut it for the winner of this card.” There was a resounding sound of agreement. “Loser takes the entire group on vacation, all expenses paid.”
“Out of the country!” Mason added.
I high-fived Mason and everyone laughed. “An international vacation, all-inclusive, courtesy of the loser,” I reiterated.
“Take ‘the first’ off,” Kent blurted out suddenly.
“What? Why?” Luke said. “That’s the best one.”
“Take it off because if you don’t you’re going to all be clamoring to get to her first and you’re going to fuck up my wedding.” Kent slammed his drink down on the table. “Let me make this perfectly clear. Khloe and I have gone to a lot of trouble to make this day perfect for Anna, and you seven aren’t going to come in here being animals and ruin it. Khloe is off limits until we’re wheels down in Texas and I’m off to my honeymoon. I’m not kidding. I won’t talk to any of you again if you mess this up.”
Luke held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “Relax, it’s not like we’re actually going to try it or anything, it’s just harmless fun. I’m sure you fantasized stuff like this about Anna. It’s not like it’s going to happen, but if by chance it does, we have something to work from.”