Part 2

She made arrangements to meet at Stan's apartment that Friday night. When Friday finally arrived, Fred was so nervous he was shaking. He drove with Kate to Stan's place, but his palms were sweaty and his mouth was dry. How would he even be able to face Stan when they got there?

Kate walked ahead of Fred to Stan's door and pressed the doorbell button. Fred caught up to her a moment before Stan opened the door. He smiled at Kate.

"We're here," she said, and made her way inside.

"Hi Fred," Stan said.

"Hey," Fred said. He found himself behaving in a more masculine way, which only made him more uncomfortable.

"Come in. You want a beer?" Stan said.

"I think I need a whiskey."

"That's a good idea. I'll see what I can find."

Stan went to the kitchen. Fred sat on the couch beside Kate and let out a deep sigh.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"Nothing. Just a little nervous."

She patted his knee. "You'll do fine. I'm proud of you for trying it." She leaned close to his ear and kissed his cheek.

Stan returned with three cold bottles of beer.

"I'll be right back with the whiskey," he said, and set the beers down.

Fred cracked open his beer. By the time Stan returned with a bottle of whiskey and three shot glasses, his beer was half gone. His knee was trembling. Stan poured a small amount of the amber colored whiskey into the tiny glasses.

Kate put her hand on Fred's knee. He took a deep breath. The whole idea of what he was planning to do with Stan was just crazy. There were any number of girls he could call just to fuck. Why did he need to do it with another guy?

The threaded end of the whiskey bottle clinked on the rims of the shot glasses. Stan's hand was shaking. The room was awkwardly quiet. He spilled a few drops of whiskey on the wooden table, and he smiled at them, like he was trying to cover his embarrassment.

Fred raised his glass and poured it down his throat, then followed it with the rest of his beer. Kate giggled. Stan, on the other hand, calmly sipped the whiskey, until a drop poured down his chin and Kate began to laugh.

"Are you gonna finish your beer?" Fred said in a mumble.

"Don't touch my beer," she said in a stern voice, then laughed harder. "You two should see yourselves. You're like two women about to 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 laying 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 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.