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    “Well, sure, getting three massages in a week by a guy you think is kind of hot sounds pretty awesome to me.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Maybe I should get a therapist.”
    “I know. I thought it would be a lot harder than this.”
    “When do you get to see his cock?”
    “Reese!” I shout and look around. Luckily, the bar is packed and there’s a band playing in the front corner. No one else can hear how gross my friend is.
    “I’m just wondering. I guess it won’t be for a while,” she says. I ignore her smug smile. The bartender pushes the clear, plastic pitchers filled to the brim to us. “Put it on our tab, handsome.”
    He gives her a stunning smile and holds up a finger. We wait as he fills up two additional shot glasses. “You guys have fun,” he says, handing those over as well. Free booze? Only with Reese. Married or not, she works it.
    “Ready to go back over?” She downs her shot.
    “Yes. It’s a wedding shower, not an execution.” It’s a lie. For me, lingerie showers are a battle of emotions. Jealousy. Anger. Embarrassment. I hold my shot glass in the air and mutter, “Bring it on.” Then I down the clear, fiery drink.
    We weave through the crowded tables and clumps of p eople, stopping at the table. Four girls wait for us. We haven’t known them as long as we’ve known each other, but they’re a good group of friends. Reese is probably the glue that keeps us together as we all move in different directions post-college.
    I smile at the girls and I’m (or rather, the drinks are) greeted with an excited cheer . Sophie, Bella, Claire, and the guest of honor, Jessica. She’s wearing a tiara with “bride” written across the front and a silly, satin sash. The shower now feels a little premature as the wedding isn’t for several more months, but our busy schedules make it hard to arrange a good time nearer the wedding. Reese pushes the pile of gift-wrapped boxes and bags to the side to make room for the pitchers. I start refilling glasses.
    Sophie is the first to raise her glass in a toast. “To the wedding.”
    “To the honeymoon,” Claire adds, with a sly grin. Her engagement ring flashes in the tacky bar lights. It’s nestled next to a wide diamond encrusted band. She got married last fall. “Word of advice; don’t drink too much at the wedding if you want a solid fucking, that is.”
    Bella’s eyes pop wide. “Is that what happened to you?”
    “Steve drank half the keg and his dick was limp all night. Then he was hung over on the plane to Cancun. We had a room mix up at the resort and then we were both exhausted from the entire ordeal. I didn’t get any real action for three days.”
    In situations like this, I try to blend in; pretend I understand what it’s like to crave sex; to get a solid fucking from my lover. I nod knowingly at the right times and laugh when everyone else does. However, what I do most is hope no one turns the attention on me. That’s when things get even more awkward.
    “But then it was good, right?” Bella asks. She’s the opposite of me and can’t seem to get enough information.
    “God, yes; I didn’t marry Steve for his brains. I mean, I love him and he has a good landscaping business; but his real talent comes in the bedroom. He’s very generous.”
    Oh, shit. Here come the details, the TMI details. I pick up my drink and sip. Glancing around to make sure no one can hear this. Thank God, the room is dark and they can’t see how red my cheeks must be.
    “ Do you mean he’ll eat you out?” Jessica asks.
    “Oh , yeah.”
    “Alex , too,” Reese chimes in, her voice slurring. “There are days when I just want to sit on his face.”
    “Bart won’t do that,” Jessica says , in a defeated voice, “even though he shoves his dick in my face at the first opportunity. Why do they do that?”
    “They’re pigs,” Reese says.
    Claire shakes her head. “You gotta establish this now. Tit for tat, babe. No BJ if he won’t lick