She wants to watch

Rachel turns her back, and softly closes the door. She walks over and sits in the recliner facing the couch. “I’m not going to join, but I am curious and would like to watch.”

“Oh that’s kinky,” Phoebe says. “I never expected you to be into watching.”

“I’m into a good sex scene when the story warrants it,” Rachel says. “I’m not that much of a prude.”

Standing on the couch behind me, Phoebe wraps her arms around my shoulder. She asks, “Does our story warrant a sex scene?”

“Oh god yes!” Rachel laughs. “There’s way too much tension between you two! I’m shocked y’all haven’t screwed already.”

Phoebe’s teeth nibble at the arch of my ear, “He’s tried so many times, but I always say no because I’m very loyal to my man.”

“Oh please!” I turn my face toward her. We’re eye to eye with her standing on the couch. “When have I tried to fuck you?”

“Umm the very first time we met,” she answers. “We were on a hike and you groped my ass. That’s definitely the first move you used to try and fuck me.”

“That’s interesting version of the story!” I look back to Rachel, and explain, “She purposefully sat down in the dirt on the trail, and then asked me to wipe it off! I politely declined and suggested she ask her boyfriend, Joey. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I gave her butt two quick swipes where I barely grazed her pants. She’s the one who gropes me! She grabbed my dick at your wedding!”

Phoebe’s jaw drops in mock astonishment, “I was helping you out! You were about to take bridal party pictures, and your mushroom head was clearly visible against the grey dress pants. I nudged it to an area with some space. I saved you a lot of embarrassment. Rachel would not have appreciated seeing your dick print in all her beautiful wedding photos.”

“Thank you,” Rachel laughs. “Nothing should distract from the bride. Especially a girthy penis.”

I look back at Phoebe, gritting my teeth. That is definitely not what happened, but before I can respond, Phoebe makes another accusation. “He made another move in the bathroom at the reception that night.”

“NoNoNoNo,” I say quickly, stopping her. “It was my turn to use the bathroom, and you snuck in the door the same time I was and ran to the toilet. You yelled that you needed to pee, and immediately sat down on the toilet. I turned my back and averted my eyes. She was crass, and said that if I needed to pee, she could spread her legs, and I could aim into the gap. I obviously would never do that. Then she after she was done, she wouldn’t leave the bathroom until I peed. So I tried my best to turn my back to her to pee, but I know she was peeking. She’s the pervert! Not me.”

Phoebe’s hands move down my chest to my abs, “Oh you didn’t try to hide your penis at all. You were definitely showing off. At the end, you shook it FIVE times! That’s more than playing with it. That was an invitation.”

I place my hands on her hips, “I don’t remember how many times I shook my dick. But I do remember you saying, ‘Don’t put it in your pants. Put it in me,” while you were bent over the sink with your dress hiked up to your ass cheeks.” My fingers grip feeling the softness of her ass. “You’re the one who’s always trying to get me to fuck.”

“What about my wedding reception?” Phoebe asks staring into my eyes.

“What about it? I don’t remember much about that night.”

Rachel laughs from the recliner, “Oh my god you were so drunk that night! Ross pressured you to split a bottle of tequila with him! You guys were ridiculous.”

“That’s why I’ve never brought this up before. You were really drunk, and I was a little embarrassed for you.” Phoebe’s fingers creep beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs. “But you definitely wanted to fuck me that night.”

“I don’t believe you,” I say staring back into her dark eyes.

“I wanna hear this story,” Rachel says.

Phoebe grins. “I’m going to have to sit down to tell this one.”

Fuck. What did I do when I was blackout drunk?