“I’m gonna go get some orgasms!” Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around.
I grin and raise my fist to bump hers. “Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait.” I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. “Did Will get home?”
Will had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he’s gone.
“Yes, he’s waiting for you at home,” Matt replies with a half-smile.
“Good! Orgasms for me!” The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.
Caleb pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers’ seat to help Matt get us all in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers’ seat and Caleb in the passenger seat.
“I need orgasms,” Brynna pouts. She is hilarious drunk. This dark haired woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.
“That one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some,” I remark with a smirk and Caleb’s head whips around to glare at us.
“What man?” he asks, his voice low and hard.
“Just some dude who wanted to get his groove on,” Natalie responds. “And by groove, I mean giving Bryn some orgasms.”
We all laugh, like that’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard. ‘Cause it is.
“Hey, are you guys good at giving orgasms?” I ask the brothers and then smirk when Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to hold onto his patience. “I bet you are. I bet it’s ‘netic, ‘cause Will can give some fucking good orgasms.”
“I want some rough sex,” Sam responds. “I like to be spanked.”
“Seriously?” Brynna asks, her eyes wide.
“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no.
Hmm… I think I’ll have Will spank me tonight.
“It’s totally hot,” Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head again as we turn a corner.
“What’s wrong, Matt?”
“Must you guys talk about sex?” he asks. “I’m related to most of you.”
“What’s wrong, you don’t like it rough?” Brynna asks with a smirk.
Because I’m sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, “You have no idea how rough I like it.”
“Dude,” Caleb scolds him. “Shut it.”
“What? They’re talking about it.”
“Yeah! I need to get laid,” Brynna mumbles again. “Seriously guys. Like laid for days. Like, we just do it over and over and over…”
“Enough!” Caleb yells, startling all of us.
Matt laughs at him as we all look at each other.
“I think Caleb needs to get laid too,” Jules remarks with a smug smile. “Nat, how do you spell orgasm?” she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of her phone.
“You don’t spell it, you feel it.”
“No, I’m texting Nate and I’m gunna tell him I need some.”
“I think he knows,” I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of her. “Nate looks like he gives really good orgasms.”
“Oh, he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him.” She’s nodding and texting and I’m stunned.
“He’s pierced?” I squeak.
“Yep.”
“Holy shit!”
“No way!”
“Why?!”
All the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I’m speechless. Holy shit. He’s pierced.
Lucky Jules.
“I wonder if Will would get pierced?” I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and Caleb respond with a loud, “No!”
Suddenly, Caleb’s phone is ringing. “Hey, man.”
“Who is that?” Jules asks.
“Yeah, we have them and we’re on the way to your place first.” Caleb says as he looks back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.
“Are you thinking about orgasms?” I ask her.
“Mmm hmm.” She confirms. “Luke’s good at them too.”
Lucky bitch.
We’re all lucky bitches.
Well, those of us getting orgasms.
“Luke’s waiting for you, Nat.” Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.
“I know,” she smiles.
“There is no one at home to smack my ass,” Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her beautiful face.
“You should have picked someone up at the bar,” Jules replies. “Nat, how do you spell *?”
Matt chokes on the soda he was drinking. “Seriously, Jules, shut up! You’re my sister!”
“Oh, stop. I’m a grown up. I’ve been having sex for more than a decade.” She waves him off. “Meg, how do you spell cock?”
“I don’t know,” I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. “Shit, I have ‘nesia!”
“Shit,” Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”
“Sonofabitch,” Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”
I rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”
“Hi, honey. Are you having fun?”