Page 62 of Bourbon Sins
“This morning, in the shower,” Pepper said matter-of-factly. Well shit, I would have at least turned a little red answering that question.
Everyone took a shot except Pepper. Pepper turned to Babs and said, “Babs, have you ever let a guy screw you in the ass?”
Christ almighty!
“Yes, of course. A girl has no limits when it comes to surviving on the streets.”
Annnnd . . . shot.
Babs turned to Francy. “Francy, how many times a night do you eat Tootse out?”
Francy smiled and said, “As many times as she asks. Isn’t that right, baby?” Tootse winked and then took her shot.
Francy turned to me and I felt myself begin to sweat. I was a pretty sexual person, but for some reason, I was feeling very intimidated and drunk. These girls were seasoned compared to me.
“What happened the first time you were with Jett?”
I was about to answer, right before I caught myself. “Oh, fuck you,” I said, as I took two shots, knowing damn well Jett was most likely watching and, if I said a word, I could be kicked out of the house. All the girls laughed as they watched my blood-alcohol level rise.
“Did I mention, you’re not allowed to repeat questions?” Tootse said.
“How convenient,” I added, hating all of them. “Alright Tootse, is fucking a man better than fucking a woman?”
“No.” And that was that. Well shit.
Shot.
Vibrators, oral sex, cock rings, squirting, queefs, sex positions, whips, chains, waxing trauma, menstruation mishaps, and talks of sexual experimenting were all touched upon as I leaned back in my chair, completely out of the game because I could barely see the girls around me. They had done it all and, frankly, I was a little scared by the amount of experience in the room; I couldn’t help but wonder if it was pre-Jett or post-Jett. A part of me silently prayed for post-Jett, except for the fudgsicle—I would rather die than suck the remains of my own ass off of a man’s dick.
“Hot damn, I’m horny,” I slurred, as I slumped in my chair.
“And your tit has been hanging out for the last ten minutes,” Babs said, poking my bare breast.
I looked down and opened my mouth in shock. “How dare you come to the party uninvited? Bad titty!” I said, while whacking it. I blew out a heavy breath as I looked around the circle, “It’s so hard to control your tits these days, you know? Does anyone else have that problem?”
They all shook their heads and laughed. “Why aren’t you ladies drunk?”
“We just know how to handle our liquor,” Francy said, with Tootse on her lap.
“I think you guys got me drunk on purpose. Hey! You wanted to make sure my tit came out!” I accused, while sitting up, but then regretting my decision when the room turned.
“Nope, that wasn’t part of the plan,” Babs said, poking my tit again.
Sighing, I just took my top off, because it was no use. The girls’ eyes widened at my blatant display of nudity.
“What, like you’ve never seen them before? You four all have boobies as well.”
“Not like yours,” Pepper said.
I shrugged, “I’m tired. I’m going to go up to my room.”
“Help her back to her room,” Babs said to Francy and Tootse. “We don’t need her going in the wrong direction and running into someone she shouldn’t . . . topless.”
“I’m not a child,” I said, as I tipped out of my chair and hit the ground with a giant thud, squashing my boobs to the ground. “Don’t mind me,” I said, waving my hand in the air to fend off any helpers. “I’m just giving myself my very own mammogram here.” I pressed my tits hard against the floor while counting out loud.
“Jesus,” Francy said, as she bent down and picked me up by my shoulders.
“Look at you, you’re so strong,” I congratulated Francy.
