Yes, he remembers it fondly

After landing on Ross’s property, he told me to sit on his lap. His index finger buries itself a knuckle deep into my asshole.

I grit my teeth. I wish he had at least wet his finger first. The group notices nothing. Too much bourbon and naked women does that.

I lean back into Ross and whisper in his ear, “I love when guys play with my ass.”

I feel the movement of his bulge beneath my thighs. I have his interest.

Too loudly I ask, “Have you had anal before?”

“Yes.”

My husband and his wife interject at the same time, “What was his name?” “It wasn’t me.”

Ross ignores Joey like most of us do, but he protects his wife’s prudish reputation, “It wasn’t with Rachel. It was with this girl who was desperately in love with me, even though I didn’t care about her at all. She decided that she could win me over by being a freak in bed.”

Joey laughs, “That girl? It was awful sharing a wall with you. She was a fucking screamer.”

“I could hear her from upstairs,” Chandler agrees. A smile creeps across his face, “One time she came up to grab a drink from the fridge only wearing these tiny black panties.”

“You never told me about this girl,” Rachel says. “Tell me about it.”

Ross’s finger digs deeper into me, “We’re playing a game right now.”