Recently, I was thinking back to a year when a bunch of us friends went skiing and rented a cabin together. There were several couples, and one night, with nothing else to do, we decided to play a couples’ compatibility game. Each couple teamed up, answered questions by writing down their responses, and if their answers didn’t match, they had to take a drink.
Since we were all couples and there was alcohol involved, the questions naturally veered toward the spicy side: When was your first kiss? How long were you dating before you first had sex? What’s your favorite position… stuff like that.
The girls in our group might not all be supermodels, but they’re definitely above average. Hearing them spill these intimate details, paired with the mental images they sparked, had me sitting on the couch that night, rock-hard the whole time, not daring to move the pillow on my lap.
This memory came up again later when we visited one of their houses. As I looked at their kitchen, I remembered them mentioning having sex on the countertop, and my mind couldn’t help but start wandering again…
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