get married. You should act like you’ve been friends for a long time, because you have."

She drained her shot glass, coughed, drank her whole bottle of beer, stood up, and walked around the table to the center of the room. Fred looked at Stan, who shrugged.

She pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it on a chair. Her hair spilled back over her face and she shook it away with a quick toss of her head. She laughed. She unbuttoned her jeans, pulled the zipper down, peeled open the front like the skin of a banana, and let them fall to the floor in a clump around her ankles. Fred watched silently, enjoying the striptease.

Kate unclasped her bra and released her breasts from its snug grip. With a casual flick, she tossed it over her shoulder, and laughed again. Her nipples had stiffened to hard points and her tits jiggled when she laughed. She slipped her thumbs under the band of her panties and slowly pushed them off her hips and down her legs.

"I’m feeling horny so I’m going to the bedroom. Who’s going with me?" she said.

"I will," Stan said, and stood up.

Fred let out a deep sigh. He was alone in the living room with a bottle of whiskey and Stan’s full bottle of beer. They went into one of the rooms down the hall. Kate was giggling the whole time.

He reached for the bottle and forced his nervous hand to be steady as he filled the short glass to the rim. He raised the glass to his lips, arched his eyebrows when he heard Kate moan, and drank it down quickly. It burned his throat and the pit of his stomach as it went down. He let out another hard breath and reached for Stan’s beer.

He sat for a minute listening to Kate’s clear, very familiar passionate moans. They must have left the door open. She was doing it for his benefit, and it was working. His penis stirred and stiffened between his legs.

He got up, feeling a little wobbly, and started down the hallway. The door to Stan’s bedroom was open. He stopped outside the door. Kate was lying across the bed. Her hair was spilled across a big, fluffy, blue pillow and her arms were stretched over her head. Her legs were spread and Stan’s head was buried between them. She looked up and smiled.

"I think I’m gonna marry Stan," she said.

Stan looked up. "Why?"

"I told Fred that if I found a man who would eat me for an hour I’d marry him."

"You never said you’d marry me," Fred said.

"Does he eat you for an hour?" Stan said.

"This one time he ate me so long I had so many orgasms I passed out."

She smiled at Fred again. Her eyes drifted down to the front of his pants, where he had a long hard on hanging.

"You still wanna do this?" she said.

"I’m still here," he said with a shrug.

"Do you guys mind if I watch?" she said.

"It’s fine with me," Stan said.

"Good," Kate said and giggled. "I’ll just stay out of the way."

She propped one of the pillows against the wall and sat back with her legs spread and her fingers