My Fantasy

“The last bottle is almost done,” says Ross. “I say we pass it around til it’s done, and the one who finishes the bottle gets their wish granted. Here’s to a group of horny friends.” He takes a drink and passes the bottle.

The bottle goes around the circle. I’m going to be last. There is less than a shot left when it gets to Monica who is next to me. She tilts the bottle back, lets the liquor touch her closed lips and then lets it go back down into the bottle. She hands me the bottle. “Finish it off. I hope your wish comes true.”

I finish off the rest of the bottle, letting the final drops drip on my outstretched tongue. “Well that was fun guys. But I'm thinking it’s time for bed.”

We put out the fire and all head into the house. Monica snuggles up against me as we walk in. “That was interesting tonight. I don’t know if it was the booze or the stories but I am so horny right now. When we get back to the room, I’m going to ride you so hard. I don’t care who hears us.”

I say, “We were planning on having lots of sex tonight, so our stories around the fire were a perfect warm up.”

The other couples are all over each other as much as we are. The difference is that Rachel is supporting Ross, who is by far the most drunk. He shouldn’t have taken a shot for every girl I’ve been with. Either he really underestimated me, or he wanted to get really drunk tonight.

We get inside and everyone heads for their own room. Once our door shuts Monica and I start sloppily making out. I have her pushed up against the wall and I have my hands down her pants. My fingertip barely parts her pussy lips, when she breaks my kiss and pulls back.

Monica says, “Do you mind brushing your teeth first? I love you but it feels like I’m making out with a Jim Beam bottle. And when you get back, I’ll be dressed really sexy and ready for you.”

I say, “Sure.” I grab my toothbrush and mouthwash and head to the bathroom. The doors to the other bedrooms are closed, and luckily no one is in the bathroom. As I’m brushing my teeth, I see the door darken and I look in the mirror. It is Rachel wearing an oversized T-shirt. She isn’t wearing pants, and her long pale legs are exposed.

I quickly spit out my toothpaste and say, “Sorry! Do you need to use the bathroom?”

Rachel says, “No it’s okay. You can finish up. I was coming to do the same thing.” I notice that she isn’t holding anything in her hands. “Ross’s drunk ass has already fallen asleep. I can’t believe he took all those shots as you were giving off your list.”

“I was just thinking about that. Maybe he didn’t think I would be as popular.”

“Honestly I thought you would have been more popular,” Rachel says. “I’m surprised that such an attractive man didn’t have a longer list.”

I shrug, “It all works out how it’s supposed to.” I take a swig of mouthwash and swirl it around in my mouth.

Rachel steps into the open shower and turns the Cold knob of the shower. Water starts spraying. Rachel looks at me and smiles. She steps beneath the cold stream of water. The water soaks into her shirt and flows down her body. She turns off the water. Her soaked t-shirt is clinging to her large bra-less breasts. I can make out the shape and curve of them. The coldness reaches her nipples and they hardened, pushing out against the fabric. They look incredible.

I spit my mouthwash into the sink. “Holy shit Rachel!”

“Is this what you fantasized about?” She asks.

“Yes, it was. But my imagination couldn’t do you justice.”

“Too bad your fantasy only was seeing me in a wet t-shirt. Are you sure your fantasy of me didn’t go any further?” She looks at me lustfully.

Fuck. Is my friend’s super sexy wife really trying to fuck me right now while my wife is waiting for me in the bedroom?