Truth: slightly above average

The others cheered, and, giving into peer pressure, I did my honest best to point out the length of my dick on the piece of food. I was just a bit larger than average, if the statistics I’d read were telling the truth, but I wouldn’t exactly be body-doubling for a horse any time soon. In any case, the girls nodded in approval.

“I think that’d do the trick,” Amy laughed.

Corrine took the hotdog back from Talia and gave it a long, slow lick. “Mmmm, fuck I love hotdogs” she moaned and we all cracked up.

Elizabeth leaned forward in her chair, curious. “Have you ever done that before?” she asked. “Like, with a guy?”

Corrine blushed, prompting oohs from the rest of us. We all pressed her for details, and after a few beers she finally relented.

“Okay, fine! I went out with this college guy a few weeks ago, right? He was really, really hot; taller than me, which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles, you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick? Wasn’t exactly relationship material, but I was dying to make out with him and maybe let him take off my top so I could feel those muscles against my skin.”

I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be me who turned her on like that. I finally had some muscle definition, thanks to Amy’s coaching, but I’d never have the kind of body Corrine was describing. I didn’t have the proper genetic materials or the patience to spend thirty hours a week at the gym.

“Anyway, we were going for a night walk on the beach, just the two of us. No moon, so I could hardly see anything. There was just me, him, the stars, and the sound of the ocean. I had my arm under his jacket, where I could feel his back muscles through his t-shirt. He didn’t make a move, so I tried tickling him a little bit–hint, hint, right?

“He took total control of me, pulling me to the ground, kissing and pawing at me like a wild animal. There’s not a lot of guys who make me feel dominated when we make out, but this guy was good. He grunted that he wanted to see the girls, so I pulled off my shirt and arched my back, sticking these big ol’ boobies right up in his face.”

To demonstrate, Corrine stuck out her chest, presenting those bikini-clad mountains to my hungry eyes.

“Then I took off his shirt, and man-oh-man was he cut. I started tracing my tongue along all the grooves between his muscles. He pulled down my bra and sucked on my nipples so hard that I got hickeys the next day. We rolled around in the sand and made out for HOURS; it was everything I wanted it to be.”

Corrine closed her eyes, holding onto the memory for a moment. Then she sighed and continued in a much more matter-of-fact tone of voice:

“We made out until he basically said, ‘This is it?’ He made me feel really stupid for not going down on him. Anyway, I figured, I’m 18, it’s about time I do this. So I unzipped his jeans and pulled them all the way down. Then I snuck my fingers up the leg of his boxers and felt his thing–“

“Big?” Amy interrupted.

“Perfect size,” Corrine answered. “Same as Ian’s, assuming he was telling the truth about the hotdog.”

I blushed as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Corrine went back to her story:

“He was already hard as a rock. I was nervous, so stroked him a few times while I got up the guts to go for it, then I pulled down his underwear and stared at his erection. It was kinda hard to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like that, but somehow that made everything even hotter. I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down that muscular line—you know, that sexy line some guys have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest I had ever gone with a boy.”

“How was it?” Talia asked.

Corrine took another sip of her beer for courage. “Not good. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried kissing it, then licking the main part, then licking the tip. I mean, I was having fun, but after a few minutes he got impatient with me for ‘doing it wrong.’ He told me I sucked at sucking and pulled his pants back up and that was it.”

I literally could not believe it. I called bullshit on her story but she insisted that was what had happened until I finally just accepted it. She tried to play it off like no big deal but she had clearly been hurt by that guy’s behavior.

Who the hell would turn down a blow-job from Corrine? What a loser! I guess it takes all sorts. Some guys are turned on by farm animals. Some guys are turned on by diapers. Some guys turn down oral sex from beautiful, big-breasted women.

“I bet Ian would be happy to give you some pointers,” Amy chided.

I gave them all a smile, “Yeah, it’s gonna be my new start-up business. But I don’t come cheap.”

The rest of dinner went down easy, with a lot of laughing, drinking, and good times.

After a while, I realized Amy was starting to get annoyed that I wasn’t ogling her quite as much as the other four girls in their skimpier swimsuits. I hadn’t intended it that way, of course, but there’s no getting away from the fact that swim team suits just aren’t designed to turn heads.

“I say we all go skinny-dipping,” she stated bluntly. Everyone else went suddenly quiet. I felt my heart jump up into my throat. After a year of working out, I wasn’t exactly ashamed of how I looked naked anymore, but I would be lying if I said the concept wasn’t intimidating.

The girls seemed at odds with how to proceed: “I think that sounds fun,” Talia added, though with her see-through swimsuit it wouldn’t really have been much of a change. Corrine was clearly in need of some reassuring attention after reliving her humiliating date for us, because she said she’d be game as well.

Elizabeth remained silent, not wanting to be teased but clearly a little bit uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Corrine encouraged her, “We lay out naked around each other all the time.”

“But not around Ian!” Stephanie insisted, coming to Elizabeth’s defense.

“Ian’s one of us,” Amy teased, “We’re all just friends, right? We should be comfortable around each other.”

“How about just some of us go skinny-dipping?” Talia suggested.

“No,” Amy insisted, “That‘s not how it works. Either we all do it, or none of us do it. Otherwise it’s not fair.”

Amy was usually a great friend, but when she got it in her mind to be competitive about something she could be ruthless.

Stephanie put a protective arm around her BFF and stood firm, “Elizabeth doesn’t want to.”

Nobody besides me noticed, but Elizabeth’s eyes shot daggers at Stephanie. Her words from Valentine’s Day months earlier echoed in my head:

“I’m sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It’s bullshit!”

Even if Elizabeth didn’t want to go along with the skinny-dipping, she was far more upset by the fact that Stephanie was making the decision for her. Our fun day in the sun was getting a little tense. Everyone turned to the only person who had yet to enter the discussion—me.

I weighed my options: if I sided with Amy, then I’d get the pleasure of checking out all my sexy friends in the buff—a tempting offer. But Elizabeth might feel like I was pushing her into a corner. If I vetoed the idea, on the other hand, it would frustrate the more adventurous girls and, even worse, might confirm Elizabeth’s fear that I still saw her as an innocent little kid, the same way Stephanie clearly did...