She turned on her Brody voice and made me do it.

"'Fraid not, my dear," Davie said to Aleksa, feeling her stocking feet rubbing against his crotch. "That just compounds the problem."

"What did you do, Davie?" she asked, looking intently at him across the table in the back of the ice cream shop.

Davie took a drink of iced tea and a deep breath. He resumed his story, talking quietly so Brad wouldn't overhear by accident. "Well, I was a little hesitant, I don't know him from Adam at this point, he was just slam-dancing me from behind and now we're on the floor and in a heap. But the tall bird says, 'Yeah, yeah, go for it!' and you know, she wasn't just wearing a Distillers shirt, she's got the Brody voice down too, the girl singer, even if she doesn't quite have the look, and it just gives me the shivers inside, so I pop open my mouth and in goes Brad's cock with a whoosh."

Aleksa dropped her spoon of green tea gelato and laughed out loud. Her eyes shined at Davie across the table. Her husband John licked the chocolate off his spoon and leaned in a little, listening.

Davie continued, "At this point he starts acting a little more polite, he lets go my head and doesn't try and push it down my throat, maybe realizing that I have teeth after all. So with her cheering me on and him kind of going 'Uhh, uhh' I get into it."

Aleksa raised her eyebrows. "Right there on the floor?"

"All right, I admit I was a little bit drunk to be doing it right there, you know it was a college party, they go for proof over quality for the drinks. But she started it. Now in a little bit we decide that with all the whistling and drunken cheers and, well, you know, clumsy feet, that we better ought to get a room, so she drags us both off through the frosty streets to her flat."

"And?" Aleksa prompts in her purring voice.

"Well, it's a bit of a blur, to be frank," Davie said, "but I'm pretty sure that every combination of Tab A into Slot B was tried. We gave her most of the attention to start and she nodded off first, so as it turned out, the last act was Brad into me. He couldn't quite get off a third time, but he stayed hard and kept pumping long enough to get me over the edge."

"Three in a night, Davie?" Aleksa asked.

"Four actually, it was a good night, but there wasn't much juice in the last two," Davie said. "I try and stay better hydrated these days."

This time John laughed out loud. Aleksa's well-built husband seemed to be enjoying Davie's story as much as Aleksa, though he wasn't busy under the table like she was. At least not with Davie...

"Yeah, and we went through all her rubbers," Davie said. "We went to breakfast, well, lunch actually, together the next day and introduced ourselves and talked a bit. Brad had to go to work, but I nipped over to the chemist's to restock her nightstand and get her some flowers."

Aleksa raised her eyebrows again.

"Truly. Little pot of miniature roses. And a flask of absolute **** in case it was her turn to host the next party."

Brad stopped by the table again. "We'll be closing the kitchen in a few minutes," he said. "Is there anything you want? You can stay at the table, there's no rush."

Davie eyed Aleksa and John. "Up to telling me your wildest story? Or should we move along to a dance club, or to your place?"