Not if it's one of these girls.

Elizabeth just frowned, “Not when it’s YOU, sweetie! If it was some random tramp from his work or something, then yeah, but we’re all friends. Besides, I want to make him happy. The poor guy fantasizes about the four of you all the time.”

“Elizabeth!” I gaped at her, incredulous.

“Right, I’m sure that’s SUCH as surprise to everyone,” Elizabeth smirked.

The rest of us all giggled self-consciously.

Stephanie took a deep sip of her drink, and whispered, “Really? You still think about us like that? Even after all these years?”

“Well, um—” I started to answer, but then changed my mind and promptly threw down the rest of my wine instead. Elizabeth shook her head in amusement, answering for me:

“Are you kidding? Sometimes, when we’re having sex, we even role-play that I’m one of you.”

I practically choked on my drink. It was one thing for Elizabeth to tell the others about my sexual fantasies—like she said, not exactly a surprise—but this conversation had suddenly turned REALLY personal.

“No way!” Amy shouted.

“I guess we should be… honored?” Corrine grinned.

I hid my face in my hands, nervously mumbling, “Can you blame me? I mean, you ladies all left quite an impression. Not exactly easy to forget.”

Stephanie fidgeted, rubbing her bare thighs together as she asked, “What exactly does that mean? Like, do you pretend that we’re back in high school, or do you pretend that it’s happening, like, today? Like we hook up again?”

“Both, I guess.” I poured myself another glass of wine.

Talia ran over and gave me a hug, and a big wet kiss on the cheek. “Oh come on, Ian, don’t be embarrassed. Truth be told, I fantasize about you sometimes too.”

“Yeah?”

“Me too,” Corrine admitted.

Amy suddenly burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I named my vibrator ‘Ian Junior.’”

The awkwardness in the room finally deflated.

“Now THAT is an honor,” I smiled.