Free Cool With Her by Kenny Wright Page A

here.”
    “But why?” Amber asked the question, hands on her hips and her mouth hard around the edges.
    “Oh, come on, babe, don’t be like that. You’re hot and you know it. I guess that’s part of it. I find her really attractive because she’s so different from you. Beth’s like—this is going to be a cliché, but fuck it. Beth’s the girl-next-door. She’s friendly, easy to talk to, and also—and this is the important piece—really good looking.”
    For an uncomfortable moment, I worried that Beth’s plan had backfired. That Amber was going to storm off and throw Paul’s things into the snow.
    Instead, she smiled and sidled up to Beth. “Yeah, she is good looking, isn’t she? Good kisser, too.”
    And just like that, like the two had planned it, they were kissing again. It lasted only about ten seconds, but it was long enough for them to share spit and get me hard.
    Amber said, “Since I’ve slept with both of you boys, Beth’s the one I’m most attracted to in this room. She’s probably one of the coolest chicks I’ve ever met, not to mention her slammin’ bod.”
    Beth hip checked her. “Please, stop teasing.”
    “Hey, Jason wasn’t available, per your rules!”
    I looked over at Casey, who was watching quietly from the edge of the room. That was more her MO: blending in, hiding behind her glasses, a fly on the wall. Since high school, she may have developed confidence beyond simply trendier glasses and more flattering clothes, but she was still the same girl I knew back then—the one who skipped junior prom because there was a rumor going around that the non-popular kids were going to vote her prom queen. I’d been on board; I always liked a good underdog story. But maybe I’d like this particular underdog, too.
    “Feeling left out?” I asked her.
    “Not at all. Does that sound like me?” Casey said. She adjusted her glasses and smiled.
    “No. You like to hide.”
    “Now you’re sounding like my boyfriend,” she said.
    “So he is your boyfriend!” That almost changed what I was about to say. Almost. “Well, hope he doesn’t mind, but you’re my pick.”
    “Oh, how flattering. Between me and Paul, I’m honored.”
    That’s right, Amber and Beth were not options. “You’re a pretty good consolation prize.”
    She mock-curtsied. “Why thank you.”
    “Your turn.”
    “Hmm. So many choices.” She tapped a finger on her lips and looked around the room. “Who am I most attracted to...”
    I felt hot as she lingered on me. Truth was, I would have picked her over Amber.
    She addressed her question to Paul and I. “I suppose what you’d like to hear is that I’ve always wanted some fantasy threesome between you guys, huh? Well, I’m sorry to say that it was totally platonic back then.”
    Was that a pause before she said back then ?
    She looked at Beth and Amber. “The first time I met you was at Beth’s wedding—my first wedding as an adult. And God, you were so beautiful. You were actually the first woman I’d ever fantasized about...I mean really fantasized about.”
    “Really?” Beth said.
    “I’d always been curious, and I’d had plenty of opportunities while in college and traveling around, and all that. But I never really thought about it seriously until I saw you glowing in that white dress.”
    “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
    “But you aren’t who I’m most attracted to.”
    Casey set her sights on Amber, who gasped and blushed bright. “I mean, come on, how can I not go for the tall, leggy blonde? You’re so beautiful, and Beth did a pretty good job picking out her bridesmaid dresses.”
    “I actually helped pick them out,” Amber said, fighting down a blush.
    Casey smiled. “Then thank you. And I think some random dude at the wedding has a lot to thank you for, too.”
    Amber didn’t seem to know where to look. She glanced at Paul a lot, at me, but every time she looked at Casey, she blushed and looked away. Finally, she said, “So