Go to someplace private

“Yes. It’s time for our sixth and final shot.” Phoebe starts. “I think we’re all starting to feel the **** by now. And just a warning, it’s only going to hit harder. Hopefully everyone is feeling their new partner tonight. For my final round of foreplay, I want every couple to go someplace secluded. That way you can really let loose without fear of your wife or husband watching you out of the corner of their eye.”

I take my last shot. They all haven’t hit me yet, but I know I’m going to be really drunk soon. I watch Phoebe take her shot. I had wondered if she had really been taking hers. I stand up and ask, “Where do you want to go?”

She grabs my hand, and we start walking to the darkness of the woods. The house we rented for the night is out in the middle of nowhere, but the owner kept the woods pretty clear to carve an easy path to a large pond in the back. We walk away from the light of the campfire. I’m hoping my eyes adjust to the darkness so I don’t trip over a mole tunnel. We are both totally nude with no phones or flashlights. I don’t know if I’ve ever been in a more **** position.

Phoebe seems to have no problem as she guides through the woods. I ask, “Are you part cat? How are you seeing right now?”

She laughs, “I’m a fucking panther waiting in the tree about to pounce on her prey.”

I look back and can no longer see the light of the fire or the house. I wonder if she knows where she’s going or if she’s just going to pick a random spot.

There is a break in the trees and I can see the moon. We must be near the lake. From the slight light, I can start to make out things around me.

Phoebe asks, “Do you know why I chose out here?”

“Because it will be easy to hide my body,” I joke.

She responds, “I’m not going to kill you. Hopefully you don’t die of a heart attack. I brought you way out here, because you can’t see as well and your other senses have heightened. I’m sure you’ve already been hearing more than you normally would.”

“Yes. I can hear the mosquitoes buzzing.”

“Oh hush,” Phoebe says, “You’ll be more concerned with someone else sucking you.”

“You’re being a lot more vocal now,” I say. “I couldn’t barely get a word of you during the dirty talk round.”

She responds, “That’s because I didn’t want Monica to hear me, hopefully she didn’t hear you. Your wife scares me. Especially if she’s thinking that I’m circling her man.”

“Really?” I ask. “You two seem to get along so well.”

“We do get along. But she haaaaates when I flirt with you, and your dumb ass flirts with me all the time, so you put me in a tough position.”

“So I see why you wanted to split up the group. Don’t worry. I won’t tell her anything about tonight. So what do you want to do first? Those shots and foreplay activities did the trick. I want you more than ever.”

She tells me, “Sit down on this bench here. And we’ll get started. I have a lot of work to do before the morning.”