Monica won

Monica went through the slips, and rattled off the answers. Hearing their guesses boosted my confidence.

7.5 inches.

8 inches.

8.5 inches.

10 inches.

6 inches.

Monica holds up her guess of “6 inches”, and says, “Looks like I won.”

One of the girls says, “I was only half an inch off. My guess is closer!”

“I said ‘closest without going over’ like The Price is Right,” Monica smirked.

“You guessed he would be way shorter than he actually was,” another girl points out. “That doesn’t mean you judge size more accurately.”

Monica countered, “I didn’t know she was going to press it that far into the softness above his dick. That gave him extra length I wasn’t expecting.”

The rich blonde looked humiliated. She spoke up, “Can I be honest? His dick is bigger than my ex who told me it was 10 inches. I’m sorry. I feel like such an idiot.”

“Thank you for apologizing,” Monica said. “You’ll still have to sleep on the floor tonight though.”

The blonde slyly looked at Monica, and asked, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to join you? I can give you a lot more convincing of an apology.” She subtly wet her lips.

Fuck. She looked so hot, and I would quickly welcome her into a threesome. But it was Monica she would have to convince.

Monica saw her as a rival for her man though. She grew up in a much different scenario than this blonde. Her daddy definitely did not own multiple cabins in the Rockies. I was excited to see what Monica would decide.

Then Monica looked at me.

Oh shit.

She asked, “Would you like her to join us in the bed tonight?”