He counters her: "Yes, I want to fuck you girls -- but I've never thought of you like a damn checklist"

I wasn’t going to stand for Amy’s insinuation. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “I do dream about you. Every single night since I’ve known you girls. And not just one at a time, either. I imagine myself fucking every combination of threesome, foursome, fivesome, or even fucking all of you at the same time. I dream of fucking you in the swimming pool, in the girls’ locker room, in the great outdoors, and in the far reaches of space.”

“Would you, could you, on a boat?” she joked, “Would you, could you, with a goat?”

“Exactly. Well, maybe not with a goat. But, pathetic and perverted as I may be, I have never, NEVER thought of you girls as a damn checklist. You’re my best friends, and when I say it’s not like that, I mean it’s just not like that.”

Amy was a hard person to ruffle. Even when she was genuinely upset, she typically just covered it up with bravado or sarcasm. But somehow, my little speech had struck an unexpected cord and shaken her. It took Amy a second to pull her thoughts together.

“You’re a weird guy, Ian.”

I shrugged, knowing it was Amy’s version of a compliment. She thought hard about something for a second, then it was her turn to look me dead in the eyes as she added, “I’m gonna fuck you, someday. I don’t know when, exactly, and neither will you. But I promise you, one of these days I am gonna blow your fucking mind.”

For a moment, I felt small and timid in the face of what she had just said. Amy was aggressive, adventurous, and way more experienced than I was. Plus her lithe dancer’s body was a scorching fireball of hotness. My throat tightened and my tongue froze up—

But only for a moment. I recalled the look on Amy’s face when I’d made her come underneath that towel a few weeks earlier, and felt a sudden surge of confidence. Maybe I would blow her mind as well.

“You’re on,” I answered.

They say a watched pot never boils, but I was watching that damn pot for over a week, and I gotta say, I got pretty close to boiling over. Every time Amy made eye contact with me, I held my breath in anticipation. Was today the day?

Nope. I guess today was just Tuesday. Dammit! Sometimes, she would be able to guess what I was thinking, and in those cases, her response was always the same: “Not yet, stud. Not today.”

Looking back, I should really thank Amy for taking my mind off having to see Stephanie and Simon holding hands everywhere I went.