Contest to get dick pics

I caught my breath and said, “So there will only be two beds at the hotel, and there are five of us. Let’s have a contest to see who gets to sleep in the bed.”

Mandy asked, “What contest do you have in mind?”

I said the high idea that made me giggle: “The one who gets the least dick pics tonight has to sleep on the floor.”

Christina looked disgusted, “Eww I hate getting dick pics. But guys do want to send them to me, so I won’t lose.”

Tom laughed, “This isn’t fair. There isn’t a chance that I’m losing.”

Jules complained, “I’m driving and I have a boyfriend!”

I said, “It’s okay Jules. Since you’re driving, you automatically get a spot on the bed.”

Mandy said, “I’m about to get my first one.” She read aloud as she typed. “Send me a pic of your dick.” She laughed, “This is going to be so easy.”

It wasn’t as easy as she thought. Even though it was late on a Friday night, most guys weren’t just going to send a pic of their dick right away. I took a more tactful approach. I texted previous one-night stands.

<Heyyyyy>

<I’ve been thinking about you tonight>

<I’ve been thinking about when you bent me over>

<I’ve been thinking about when you sat me on the washing machine>

<I’ve been thinking about when we shared a bottle of Captain>

<I’ve been thinking about when we watched Big Fish in my parents' basement>

<I’ve been thinking about the backseat of your car>

<Remember when you got that boner in algebra because you kept looking at my thong>

<Remember that time at the pool when you got pantsed in front of everybody>

<Remember when we all went skinny dipping>

<Did I ever apologize for walking in on you in the shower>

<Sorry I accidentally groped you. I seriously did think you had a banana in your pants>

<Do you still have those grey sweatpants? You know the ones>

<I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let’s compare scars I’ll tell you whose is worse>

And with sexy memories of the past, I got them intrigued. I got them turned on. I got them willing. They wanted to remind me of their penises when I finally asked them to. It took me longer than the others, but soon I had grainy mid-2000s cellphone pics flowing in.

Maybe a couple of the pics were good. But most looked very unappealing. We all laughed and commented as we passed the phones around when we got new pics. We were awful but it was a fun way to pass the time.

I got the most. Tom came in second. Mandy in third. And Christina came in last place. She didn’t get a single pic. I don’t think she tried, because she truly didn’t like seeing pictures of penises. And she didn’t want to lead guys on. Which was smart. I sort of regretted it, because these guys would not stop texting me. They wanted pics back. They wanted to hang out right then. It didn’t matter where I was, they would drive to me. One guy said he would meet me in South Padre.

I said to Christina, “Don’t worry. We can take turns. Besides I might not sleep in our room too often.”

Christina giggled, “Thanks. You’re such a nice slut.”

From the front seat, Jules said, “My boyfriend would never be crude enough to send me a dick pic. He’s such a gentleman. He doesn’t have a problem waiting.”

I knew her boyfriend. He was a fucking creep. The first time he met me, he “accidentally” squeezed my ass. I bet he was only cool with waiting because he was fucking other girls on the side.

I asked, “How much do you trust your boyfriend?”

“A lot,” Jules replied.

“Give me his number and I’ll test his loyalty.”