“She said she didn’t think she could ever let Steve or Dan poke it in her,” Billy laughed. He was recounting something he claimed Gina had told him. He was laughing at us.

Dan, Billy and I were friends. Some folks called us “the three musketeers,” we were together so much. Of the three, Billy was the womanizer and something of an asshole. Gina had been Billy’s girlfriend for a minute, but that had shifted to friends with benefits. She was a knockout. Blonde, blue-eyed, 5’2”, slim with great tits, and a mouth with lips made to wrap around a dick. I’d dated her a few times after she and Billy broke up.

The only time anything other than making out happened was one night when she’d had a few beers. We were lying in the front seat of my ‘66 Valiant. She’d let me unbutton her top, but not free a tit. I slipped my hand down the front of her pants, and my middle finger found her clit before she realized what I was doing. That set her off in a confusing bundle of reactions. Her hips started bucking in response to my finger passing over her nub. Her right hand alternately rubbed my back and tried to pull my hand out of her pants. Back and forth. Her head was rolling side to side and her tongue was out. I tried to grab it with my mouth, but her head wouldn’t hold still. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to encourage me or stop me. Now, I believe it was both.

Anyhow, later that evening, at the Krystal on the Atlanta Highway, while Billy was in the restroom, I asked Dan how he felt about Billy’s comment. In his usual, laid-back manner, he said he considered the source and ignored it. By that he meant Billy the asshole and Gina the whore weren’t worthy of his consideration. “I don’t know,” I responded. “It makes me want to fuck her whether she wants it or not.” Then Billy returned and the conversation went elsewhere.

It ate at me for a few days until Billy mentioned that Gina’s mom was going out of town on vacation with her boyfriend for the weekend. When I suggested he’d be spending the weekend there, he said he was going after another piece of ass. “She’s okay, but I’m wanting some strange,” was how he put it. Oh, yeah? She’ll be alone? Hmmmm.