I pictured the three of them writhing, covered in bath bubbles and the image made me groan softly. This was more torture. I'd pleasured both Peaches and Lisa without relief, now I was being subjected to my own visions of a soapy lesbian three-way. Could a 28 year-old man get blueballs? I hadn't had a case since my early teens.

Heather patted my head reassuringly as our conversation continued. We repeated the previous night's agenda: drinking, laughing, sharing, bonding. Eventually, the subject of Tracy's virginity came up. Heather and Tracy had already become close enough that she felt free to sass Tracy a bit, "You might have considered finding someone...