“Well, if he’s any good yeah,” she nods, obviously reminiscing briefly about some of her favorite romps. “I’d say a foursome is a little different, but mostly logistically I guess.”
We sip our drinks in silence for a few moments, both wrapped in our own carnal memories. Stacey breaks the silence again.
“Ok. Juicy detail time: How big were they?”
“Umm…well they were a bit bigger than most of the bulges I see at work. They reminded me of some of the guys I’ve seen in porn? I dunno. About so big?” I mime their sizes from memory with my hands.
Stacey’s eyes grow wide. “You’re fucking kidding right? Holy shit that’s gotta be at least ten, maybe twelve inches? And you’re telling me you can fucking walk after three of those!” She shakes her head. “If I didn’t know full fucking well you were a virgin YESTERDAY I’d say you were the biggest goddamn whore in town.”
I cough in response with a confused look on my face.
“Oh, in a good way,” she smiles. “I have a whole new respect for you, girl.”