Showdown At The Taqueria

Bethany walked in to find both of us with food in our mouths. Alice finished with her meal and had started on my nachos. Both of us had sour cream all over our fingers.

She wore a black leather jacket over her shoulders, a move I imagined was designed to cover herself up to look less threatening to Alice as a rival. If so, it wasn't working as intended.

“Hey,” she said after sitting down.

“Don’t you want to order something?” Alice asked.

“I’m not hungry. Don’t you think we should talk first?”

“You should never make big decisions when you’re horny or hungry. Andrew, could you get her something?”

“What do you want?” I asked Beth.

“Those nachos look amazing.”

“Chicken or carne asada?”

“Chile verde.”

“You got it.”

I went to order and kept checking on the girls as they talked quietly. Instead of returning to the table, I waited and watched the order get made before taking it back to the table.

“Here you go,” I said as I placed the nachos in front of Bethany and sat back down next to her in my place across from Alice.

Alice reached forward and grabbed a big, meaty chip. “You don’t mind if we share, do you, Beth? After all, what’s mine is yours.”

“Not at all,” Bethany said as she looked over at me with a big smile. She reached over and squeezed my thigh.

“So what did I miss?” I asked.

“I asked Beth what she has that I don’t. And do you know what she said?”

“No?”

“She said you liked her tits.”

I looked over at Beth, hoping for a clue as to where this was going.

“And?”

“It’s true, isn’t it? You wish I had a bigger rack. And hers is epic.”

I turned back to Alice. “Uh…”

“It’s always been this way. In middle school, I had the ass and she had the tits. We always said, together we would make the perfect girl.”

I looked back and forth between the girls. “I wish I could come up with something in my own defense, but I currently have nothing.”

“Well, Beth reminded me of something.”

“I told Alice it was okay because her pregnancy boobs are going to kick in.”

I chuckled nervously.

“So, we made a decision,” Bethany continued.

“And?”

“Tell him, Alice.”

We both turned to the blonde across the table.

“We made a pact, way back then, that we would never let a boy come between us.”

“Smart. So… you’re still friends?” I asked.

“Well, we have to be, don’t we? After all, we’ll be sharing a boyfriend.”

“And a baby daddy,” Bethany added.

I swallowed nervously. “You… seriously?”

“Congratulations, Andrew,” Bethany said.

Alice grinned. “You’re the luckiest dude I’ve ever met.”

“Holy shit,” I said.

“But I’m the one who gets you tonight.”