Ben

"Well, I guess I've got one. I'm drunk enough, I suppose I'll go." Ben stood up, stumbled a little, but regained his balance.

Olivia smiled, but was a bit nervous. What kinds of things would come out tonight? Hopefully no old wounds would resurface.

"Delta Chi. Homecoming weekend. Senior year. Spaghetti." Ben took a little bow. "Need I say more?"

Everyone stared at him. Joshua replied, "Yes. Say more. What's the story?"

Ben rose from his bow. "What's the story? You were there, dude. Don't you remember the party?"

Joshua shrugged. "Sure. Delta Chi always did an unlimited spaghetti dinner on homecoming weekend. Usually unlimited champagne too."

Ben pointed at Joshua. "Exactly. Unlimited champagne!" He paused, and reflected on it. "God, that champagne was hideous, wasn't it?"

Henry laughed. "Didn't stop me."

"Nope," agreed Ben. "Didn't stop me either." He scrunched up his face, thinking. "Why do I have this image in my mind, though, of spaghetti in the bowling alley?"

Sandra laughed. "Oh, I had forgotten about that bowling alley you all had in the basement. Two lanes. No automatic ball return, you had to walk down to the end and get the balls manually. Broken piece of shit!"

"Yeah, but why was there spaghetti down there?"

Isaiah offered, "maybe you took a plate down? Maybe you got tired of the party upstairs?"

Ben suddenly lit up. "Nooooo ... oh, I remember now. Holy shit, that was a killer night. Okay, so it was the spaghetti night. Lots of you were there, maybe all of you. And you remember, the spaghetti setup was in the kitchen and the dining room. We had tons of paper plates and plastic forks. Trash bins for days."

"It never even tasted that good," said Olivia.

"No, it didn't." Ben was remembering more of his story. "Any of you remember Alicia, the equipment manager for the men's team our senior year?"

Donnie nodded. Isaiah and Joshua looked at each other, and then back at Ben.

"I remember her," said Isaiah. "On a road trip once, I found this goofy button, you know the kind you pin on jackets and stuff, and it said I LOVE BALLS. I don't even remember what the reference was, but I bought it and gave it to Alicia. She thought it was hysterical. She pinned it to her school jacket."

"I love balls?" asked Henry. "Huh. I sort of remember hearing her say that from time to time. She'd say it to strangers and then giggle at herself."

Ben laughed. "This story is about to get a lot more interesting. And gross. Be warned." He continued, "Alicia was pretty shy most of the time -- though I guess not when she was telling strangers she loved balls. Anyway. Nice girl, but mostly quiet. Cute too. But she was shy around a lot of the guys in Delta Chi. Senior year, though, she came to the spaghetti party. She had had a few drinks beforehand, because she was a little chatty and social, and I almost didn't recognize her because of it."

Ben went on. "So I'm standing in the corner of the game room with ... Norman, Ortega, Katarina -- oh, Katarina, that's another story -- and Alicia. We're talking about the spaghetti, and it turns out none of us have eaten anything yet. I say we should grab a tray of spaghetti and take it to the bowling alley and eat down there, maybe crack open a bottle of something, and just have a little party. I knew that Norman was into Katarina, and both Ortega and I had been talking about that we thought Alicia was cute, and that we hoped she'd be at the party."

"Next thing you know, Alicia jumps up and say, 'you all go downstairs, I'll steal a tray.' We laugh, Ortega grabs two bottles of champagne, and we head to the basement. A few minutes later, I hear Alicia's voice on the stairs. 'Ben?' she called out. I went back up -- and she's standing on the landing where the stairs turned, spaghetti all over her, in a pile on the floor, the tray is on the floor. Apparently, she was on her way to us, and lost her footing, and the tray spilled."

"She starts to cry. I try to console her, I'm trying to hold her shoulders, tell her it's all going to be okay, and she's crying. I'm trying to like take this seriously, but there's spaghetti everywhere. How did it even get so high up? It was in her hair. It was on the wall. It was a fucking noodle massacre."

"I'm consoling her and all, and the next thing you know, she grabs my face, and starts kissing me. And it's cool and all, because she's cute and I like her, but her kiss tastes like marinara because it was all over her face. I try to kiss her neck or cheek or something, but like literally everything tastes like marinara. I start laughing, and she gets upset all over again. I tell her no, it's because there's sauce everywhere, and then she starts laughing, and then we're making out again."

"Next thing you know, we've dropped to the floor, maybe sitting, maybe kneeling, I don't know. We're still making out, but now we're like literally in the spaghetti. I'm drunk, she's drunk, we start pulling on each other's clothes. I don't think that part worked all that well. But somehow, we get enough off that she starts going down on me, and -- oh shit, Liv, it wasn't supposed to be this kind of story, was it?"

Olivia realized her mouth was open. She licked her lips, and said, "You know, Ben, it can be anything. This is pretty great." Henry and Isaiah both nodded in agreement.

"Okay, whatever you say. Anyway, Alicia is going down on me, and then she starts to laugh. She's like, 'I can literally taste marinara on your cock, Ben.' And then she starts making pasta jokes. 'It's like your cock is a giant manicotti, what kind of filling is in it?' or 'I just want to slurp down this big fucking noodle of yours.' Like none of it was good, it was just, that's what she started saying."

"So somehow we get back to the floor, and I start eating her out. I've pulled her panties down, I've got my face in her pussy, and I'm going to town. Liv, you sure sex stories are okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, just go on!" shouted someone who wasn't Olivia.

"Shh, be quiet, Sandra."

"Anyway," continued Ben. "I'm going down on her, and of course everything tastes like marinara. And suddenly I'm like, why does her pussy literally taste like spaghetti? I don't mean the marinara thing, I mean like I feel like I have pasta in my mouth. I lift my head up, and I catch her, I catch Alicia. She's scooping up spaghetti with her hands, and kind of stuffing it down into like between her pussy and my face. She's pushing it through her pubes, and it's sliding down over her pussy and because I'm drunk, I don't really realize it, and I think I must be imagining because like marinara fumes and shit."

Isaiah started laughing, and then Sandra was laughing, then Henry. Everyone was struck with uncontrollable giggles.

"This really happened! So She's like feeding me spaghetti as I'm eating her pussy. And then she says, 'it's like our first date, and you're going out for Italian.' She was cute but not very funny. But then she added, 'and it's not just the spaghetti, I'm part Italian.' Still, not funny. I wasn't sure if I should keep going. I mean, I wanted to pleasure her and stuff, and I also wanted dinner, so in a way, I was really killing two birds with one stone."

"After that, I got up a bit, and we ended up fucking for a while. In the spaghetti. And no, she didn't keep stuffing spaghetti in her pussy while I fucked her. But we totally rolled around in it. And at the end, when I was ready to pop, I pulled out, and kinda shot it every which way. I figured we'd have to clean everything up anyhow, so whatever."

Ben paused. "But that's not all, is it, Ben?" asked Donnie.

"Nope. So we finish our business, and then we're looking at each other and looking at the spaghetti. The tray is still there on the floor somewhere, so in our genius minds, we think, let's just scoop it up into a tray, it'll make cleaning it easier. So we scoop up whatever we can find, and dump it back into the tray."

"Oh no," moaned Joshua. "This isn't about to do what I think it's about to do."

"We scoop every noodle we can find --"

"What about your noodle, Ben?" Sandra asked coyly.

"Shut up. We pick everything up off the floor and the walls. It's mostly a full tray, which means whatever I ate wasn't that much. But we're also covered in sauce. We have to get out of there. I tell her there's a shower upstairs, and maybe we can sneak past people and get upstairs and get to my room. We pick up the tray, and head back up the stairs."

"We get to the first floor, just off the kitchen. I think we're good, and I'm ready to keep going up to the second floor, to my room. But Alicia freezes. 'What do I do with this tray?' she whispered at me. Just then, someone came around the corner, and Alicia, in a moment of panic, drops the tray on the table."

"Which table?" asked Donnie.

"You know which table. The one right around the corner from the top of the stairs. The one that served as like the loading zone for the spaghetti dinner. The one where the people cooking in the kitchen would send out the next trays of spaghetti to the dining room."

"Noooooo," groaned Joshua.

"Yeeeeeees," called back Ben. "Alicia panicked, and she dropped the tray there, and ran up the stairs. I was torn between following her or dealing with the tray, and I --"

"You followed her," said Olivia. "Oh shit."

"Alicia and I made it upstairs. We got showered and cleaned and no one saw us. I gave her some of my clothes to wear. We came back down, and I was wondering, will that tray still be there?"

"Was it?" asked Eliza.

"What do you think," said Ben.

"Noooooo," groaned Joshua again.

"Later on, we reconnected with Norman and Katarina. Apparently, they got bored waiting for us -- Ortega stayed in the basement and bowled, smart dude -- but Norman and Katarina went back upstairs to get dinner."

"Oh, they didn't ... did they?" asked Isaiah.

Ben nodded. "And when Alicia and I walked through the dining room, we saw Norman and Katarina eating. Katarina looked up at us, and at Alicia, and said, 'aren't you the one who has the I LOVE BALLS button?'" Like of all the things for Katarina to know, why bring that up? Why right then?"

"Wait, I know why ..." started Sandra.

"Katarina looked down at the table and picked up something. She held it out. 'I found this I LOVE BALLS pin -- you'll never believe it -- in the spaghetti. It's yours, right?' Alicia took it from her and nodded, absolutely dumbstruck. Katarina continued, 'Somehow it got to the bottom of my bowl, and I didn't see it until I was done eating. Glad I didn't eat it!'"

Joshua interjected, "Are you trying to say that when you were fucking Alicia the equipment manager, her I LOVE BALLS pin came off her jacket, and then when you scooped up all the fuck noodles from the floor which were covered in your jizz, all the noodles, all the I LOVE BALLS pins and all your jizz went back upstairs and was served to party guests, including Katarina. Is that the story you're trying to tell us?"

Ben laughed. "Can you believe it?! What an insane story!"

Donnie shook his head. "I can't figure which part is the most disgusting."

"That's what makes it such a great story, bro!" said Ben, cheerfully. "Dude, Katarina ate noodles that I fucked in."

"So did like twenty other people," added Sandra.

Ben laughed again. "Fuck, that's sick."

After a beat, Olivia commented, "I don't think I'll ever make spaghetti again. It's going off the menu starting tomorrow."