Page 36 of Of Pucking Course

“The color determines how kinky you are,” Theo says.

Sam flashes a shy smile. “I like dark colors. Red and black are my favorite.”

Theo grins. “You kinky motherfucker.”

“So wait, if you like lighter colors, you’re vanilla?” Sophie asks, a cute, curious look on her face.

“If a guy likes his girl to wear white lingerie, he’s vanilla,” Theo says. “If he likes pastel colors, he’s up for adventurous stuff, but only sometimes.”

“That makes zero sense,” Xander says.

“I read it in a men’s magazine a while ago.” Theo shrugs, that confident smile plastered on his handsome face. Maya bursts out laughing.

“Never have I ever watched porn with a partner,” Bella says, getting us back on track.

Sophie glances up at Xander, who winks at her. She giggles. The two of them take a drink. Then Maya and Theo take a shot. So does Ingrid. And Sam.

“Well, now I’m curious. What kind of stuff are you all watching?” Theo says, smirking.

“We’re not going there.” There’s a hard edge to Sam’s voice.

Theo holds up a hand. “Okay.”

Camden refills everyone’s shot glasses with tequila while Sam tops off Ingrid’s water glass, then his.

I eye him, my heart pounding while I wonder what kind of porn Sam likes to watch. What gets him off? How filthy is it? Does he like stuff that’s highly produced? Or something more realistic?

Tingles flash over my skin as my mind races. I start to feel lightheaded.

“Never have I ever had a g-spot orgasm,” Theo says.

All the girls laugh and take a shot. The heat of embarrassment climbs up my cheeks when I don’t drink.

The table falls quiet. When I see my girl friends glance over at me with pitying looks on their faces, I force a smile.

The only person who knows about my struggles in the bedroom is Sophie. But even she doesn’t know the worst of it.

“Lucky you guys,” I joke, but no one laughs.

A sweat breaks out along the back of my neck. I clear my throat and grab the tequila bottle from Camden, then pour myself another shot. I know I shouldn’t. I consumed multiple shots in the last ten minutes. I’m not used to drinking this much, this fast, and if I’m not careful, I’ll end up puking all night.

But right now, I don’t care. I need to distract myself from how pathetic I am.

The second I swallow down the tequila, I’m dizzy again. All the alcohol I’ve had so far tonight feels like it’s hitting me at once.

I grip the edge of the table. “I, uh…I’m feeling a little woozy all of a sudden.”

Sam gently grips my shoulder. “You okay?”

I shake my head and cradle my temple. “I should go home.”

I grab my purse and pull my phone out of my bag. “Sorry to duck out so soon, guys. Congrats on the win.”

Before I can tap the rideshare app on my screen, Sam speaks.

“I’ll drive you.”

I look up at him. “But you’ve been drinking too.”

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