Chris (immediately turns and says to Raj): “What time is it?”
What? Fall for what? I have no idea what they’re talking about anymore.
Raj (turns and asks Dave): “How many times now have you hooked up with that fat chick?”
Dave (shakes his head as if he’s annoyed Raj asked that, but then calls out across the room): “Hey Trevor, for real, how big is your cock??”
I am so confused. Suddenly, everyone is just spouting out questions to one another and no one is answering any of them! But I don’t even know why they’re asking these questions in the first place, as they all seem totally random and unrelated to anything.
Trevor (who seemed like he wasn’t paying super close attention but did hear that last question from Dave): “Dave, you know first hand that it’s three inches. Three inches longer than the back of your throat!”
Dave (screaming and pointing): “Aaaaaah!! Drink fucker! That was an IQ question. Finish your drink, bitch!”
Trevor (looking down at his drink): “Fucking goddamnnit.”
Me (still very confused): “Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?”
Ethan: “It’s this game we play, called IQ, which stands for Infinite Questions. The game starts if anyone at any point asks someone else a question with ‘IQ’ in it. It can be anything, like ‘What’s your IQ?’ or anything at all really. And then from that point on, whoever got asked the question has to ask a different person a different question. Anything else, like if you answer the question or don’t respond in time, means you lose and you have to finish your drink.”
Me (still not quite following): “Oh so it’s like a drinking game?”
Dave: “Exactly. I was the one who started the game by asking Ethan a question about Brad’s IQ. I was hoping he wouldn’t realize I had triggered the game, but Ethan was on it. Apparently everyone had realized the game had started, except Trevor. Ha.”
Trevor: “In my defense, Dave is always goddamn asking me about my cock, so how the fuck was I supposed to know it was a round of IQ?”
Dave: “Trevor, it comes from a place of immense jealousy, so you should be honored.”
So apparently I’ve just learned two things. The first is that they play some sort of asking questions drinking game where the loser has to finish their drink. And secondly, that Trevor must have a huge penis. Which considering he’s black, like 6’3″ and is 250 lbs of solid muscle, seems like a pretty obvious foregone conclusion. But considering I’ve never been with or even seen a black guy naked in real life before, I can’t say I have any personal expertise as to whether there’s truth to that stereotype or not. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that after hearing that, I instantly started paying much closer attention to those mesh shorts of his trying to get a glimpse of an outline. I mean how big could it really be??
Ethan (apparently reading my mind): “Becca, I can’t believe I’m actually going to ask you this, but how important is penis size really to girls… er women? Like do they talk about it as much as we talk about it?”
Dave: “Ooooh… great question, man. I like the direction this conversation is going right now.”
At this point, it’s clear everybody has had a fair amount to drink, including me. And while there had been plenty of side conversations and jokes going on between various pairs or sets of people, it seems like with that question, everyone immediately turned their entire attention towards me.
I’m still sitting on their couch, while Raj, the Indian tennis player, is sitting right next to me. Ethan, the tall, deep-voiced, virgin engineering student, is sitting in a desk chair opposite of Raj. Chris, the gorgeous but preppy soccer player with the most amazingly strong legs, is sitting on what I’m actually guessing is Ethan’s bed, right next to Ethan. Trevor, the enormous black football player, who also comes across as a gentle giant of a sweetheart, is standing on the other side of the room. Next to him is Dave, who even in this short amount of time, has clearly demonstrated himself to be the horniest of all the boys, but also somewhat of a prankster. After Dave is Brad, who to be honest is probably the least physically attractive of the boys in here. And while he is a little overweight, in his defense he’s in a room full of legitimate athletes, so it’s certainly a tough comparison. And then finally off in the corner, there’s one other kid whose name I don’t know yet because I haven’t talked to him, but who is definitely a cutie himself. He just seems like he might be kind of reserved and quiet.
So here we are, seven 18 and 19-year old boys and one very recently separated 39-year old woman desperately craving their attention, all crammed into one tiny dorm room. We’re all drinking, and personally, there’s no doubt I’m starting to feel the effects from my lovely vodka lemonades. And perhaps it’s the alcohol, actually scratch that, I’m sure it’s the alcohol, but as I look around the room, I realize I’m not just here for Chris anymore. Originally sure, he was adorable, sweet and flirtatious, and the first one of these boys I got to know. And when I came back up here after buying the liquor, I had a clear plan in my mind to end up having sex with him. With Chris.
But now, I want more. I’ve fantasized about a ton of things over the years. Being an avid reader of Literotica while being trapped in a sexless marriage will do that to you. But as crazy as it sounds, I can honestly say I’ve never once fantasized about having sex with multiple guys at a time. For lack of a better term, a gang bang shall we say.
I’ve just never thought of it as very appealing. I think maybe it’s because my connotation with gang bangs is always one of degradation and mistreatment. I mean even the name of it sounds awful. But regardless, the idea of a whole bunch of guys getting together to seemingly abuse and take their own pleasure from one single woman, is not appealing or a turn on in the least, at least to me.
But as I look around this room at these sweet, funny, adorable and curious boys, who clearly are not yet men, I don’t see anything that could possibly resemble my understanding of what a gang bang would typically be. And so instead of the idea being a turnoff, in this case I feel almost the exact opposite. I see these boys, and I don’t want to have sex with just Chris. I want to have sex with all of them. And while part of it is that I want the variety of experiencing each one of them individually, there’s no doubt another part of the appeal is the group aspect. Seeing these friends interacting with one another is highly entertaining without sex involved, I can’t even imagine how much fun it would be if all of us were naked, too.
But enough about the state of my ridiculously horny mind right now, I should probably focus on actually answering Ethan’s question that sent me down this rabbit hole.
Me (to Ethan): “I think more than anything, all women are different. Some women may think penis size is super important, some may not care at all. Some women may actually prefer smaller penises! You just never know.”
Dave (with a smile): “I’m sorry, I missed the part where you said which category you fall under?”
Me: “Ha, fair enough. I’d say I fall into the category where I care much more about who’s attached to the penis, rather than the penis itself.”
Brad (kind of out of nowhere): “Do you masturbate?”
Chris: “C’mon guys, let’s show a little restraint here and not bombard her with such super personal questions.”
Me (looking at Chris): “You’re just the sweetest. But I have to be honest, I’m actually kind of enjoying these questions!”
Chris (with a pleasantly surprised expression): “Oh, in that case then by all means, proceed.”
Me: “Brad, I definitely masturbate fairly often. Part of it is my soon-to-be ex-husband and I stopped having sex a few years ago, so masturbation has been my only source of physical pleasure.”
Raj: “Did you stop having sex with him, or did he stop having sex with you?”
Me: “Definitely the later. He never really enjoyed it, even from the beginning, and eventually he just began flat out refusing.”
Chris: “What a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry, Becca. I literally cannot imagine being forty years old or however old he is and not wanting to have sex with you!”
Ethan: “This is not intended as a joke, but is actually a serious question. Is it possible he’s gay?”
Me (laughing): “I’m sure it’s possible, and you definitely aren’t the first person to suggest that. But who knows, it’s all in the past now.”
Dave: “So when you masturbate, do you watch porn?”
Me: “No, not really. I do read a lot of erotica, though.”
Ethan: “Oh wow. Like erotic stories?”
Me: “Yeah, online. I’ll read stories that random people write and submit. Some are pretty bad, others are amazing. A lot are just okay, but still entertaining. But I spend a lot of time reading them and it helps satisfy my sexual curiosity.”
Dave: “What’s your favorite genre of these stories??”
Me (taking a pause to smile before answering): “I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but I really enjoy stories with age differences. Like someone older with someone younger.”
Chris: “Oh my god. Like older guys and younger girls, or older women and younger boys?”
Me (smiling even bigger now): “Definitely both, but especially the second one you mentioned.”
Dave (while repositioning himself): “Don’t mind me while I tuck myself into my waistband after that comment.”
Trevor (to Dave): “Dude, you probably can’t even reach your waistband.”
Dave: “That’s funny. Crystal didn’t have any complaints about my cock last night!”
Trevor (shaking his head): “You do realize that if you really did try, and I say try, because you would never actually succeed. But if you ever did try to hook up with my girl, that would flat out be the end of you. You know that right?”
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