Page 57 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Wait, do you really not remember?”

“No!”

“Holy shit. I knew banana juice made you horny AF, but I didn’t realize it actually made you black out. I thought you were just pretending not to remember because you were embarrassed about all the cocks you sucked.”

“All the cocks I sucked?! How many was it?”

“Uh…” I thought back to all the times she’d had banana juice and gone absolutely NUTS. “Maybe 10?”

“Ten?!” she asked. She looked absolutely horrified. I thought she might try to hide behind a bookshelf.

“Aw, don’t feel bad. That’s a pretty good number. Maybe it was closer to twenty.”

“TWENTY!??!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

A guy poked his head into the aisle with his finger to his lips. “Shhhh.”

Ash spun around and held a book out as if it would ward him off. “Stay away from me! I’m a sex pervert.”

“It’s fine,” I mouthed and waved him away. “Ash, you can’t go screaming in a library. Especially over this. I’m sure it was at least 15, but then I just remembered that weekend we spent at the Blue Parrot Resort.”

“I sucked five dicks in one weekend?!”

The guy poked his head into the aisle again. But this time he looked more intrigued than annoyed.

“Yeah you did!” I put my hand up to high five her. But she left me hanging, so I turned to the guy. “My bestie sucked five dicks in one weekend! High five!”

He knew that was a good number and high fived me.

“But…but…” Ash started fanning her armpits. “I didn’t sleep with any of them, right? I was still a virgin when I got married?”

“That depends. Does fucking a stripper count as losing your virginity?”

“Yes!”

“Then no, you were definitely not a virgin on your wedding night. Actually, you fucked some non-strippers too. There I go again forgetting about that wild weekend in Costa Rica! And that other night. And…” I shook my head. “Are you sure you don’t remember any of this? I’m almost certain we’ve talked about the Banana Party multiple times after the fact.”

“We’ve never talked about this! And I think I’d remember going to the Blue Parrot Resort during college. I know what happens there.”

“Yeah you do.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

She put her face in her hands. “Does everyone else know? Have you told my husband? God, what is he gonna do when he finds out that I’m such a slut?!” With each question she seemed more and more frantic.

“Whoa,” I said. “Slow down and breathe.”

“Please tell me you’re following Single Girl Rule #5 right now.”

“Always.” I pulled a flask out of the hidden compartment in my dress and handed it to her.

She gulped the entire thing down.

“Feel better?” I asked.

She took a few more breaths and then nodded. “Yeah, a little. I guess everything will be okay. Especially now that I know to never drink banana juice again.”

“So uh…about those mimosas this morning.”

“What about them? WHAT ABOUT THEM?!”

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