" And.... Go."I looked over and in 2 seconds, he had drank it down. Scott started laughing. "Wish I could've warned you. Ben can open his throat and b...sically pour it down without swallowing."I set my beer down and said, "OK. Fair is fair. So, what was the bet?" (Fully knowing what the bet was).Ben leaned back, flicked open his robe and said, "I think you know.".Scott took my arm and said, "You don't have to. We're just screwing around."I patted his hand and said, "No. A bet is a bet."I walked. Oh, God, I’ve missed this so much. You’re so fucking tight.”While Becky knew that it probably wasn’t true, as Todd liked pussy regardless of how tight it was, she liked talking like dirty like she was in a porno. They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend making slow, passionate love, they were just two horny teenagers fucking each other the way two porn stars would. The sort of non-connection that they had while they were engaged in the super intimate act of having sex fueled her desire to be. All I want is to have a good time with you,” he says, and I smile despite my uneasiness. “How did you get off work?” I ask him. His lips twitch. “I have vacation days I need to use. That’s why I was there so late yesterday; getting everything ready for my absence.” My stomach turns and I’m not sure if it’s good or bad. “I can’t believe this,” I mumble, and Ethan lifts my chin with his fingers. He leans closer, his face a couple inches from mine. “Believe it. I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming. His family came to New Orleans from Portland, Oregon, and I was a gawky fourteen year old, soon to be an eighth grader, when I first met Don. Don was a handsome, athletically-built seventeen year old. He was entering the eleventh grade. I was very much a tomboy who liked sports and I played on the girls’ basketball team. I was also a good student, who made good grades. In many ways, I was every parent’s dream. However, I was not overly feminine, sexy or petite. I had shot up to five foot nine.