Phoebe

I’m feeling frisky.

I ask Phoebe, “Would you like to tell the group what happened on the back porch when I stepped out to pee?”

Her eyes widened in surprised that I would bring it up. Joey straightens up in attention. Phoebe sits debating whether she should tell or not.

Finally she says, “When Chandler stepped outside to piss in the grass, I propositioned him for sex. I even bent over the table for him. And unbelievably Chandler said ‘No’. It’s been a while since I’ve been rejected for sex. It was very humbling.”

I’m shocked she was so honest. I wanted to hear what lie she would concoct. Instead of being angry at his wife, Joey yells at me, “What’s wrong with my wife? You racist? She has the best pussy. You would’ve loved it.”

“Nothing’s wrong with your wife, besides trying to get her husband’s friends to cheat,” I said. “I’m just loyal to my wife.”

Monica snuggles closer to me, “You turned that Phoebe when she was bent over? That must’ve been tough. I know how much you love to stare at her ass.”

I glance down to see that she’s smiling. It’s not malicious. Just a tease. I love my wife. I look across the fire. Rachel’s long legs jitter she’s so nervous. Her husband would not take her pass at me as easily as Joey did. Her eyes beg me not to bring it up. It would collapse her already unstable marriage.