"Oh, I don't know, I think Geoff's an artist with his tongue."
Hearing my name across the crowded room, I spun around, and the room followed with a slight lag. Too much booze.
Just as I'd thought, it was Samantha. More drunk than me, and a loudmouth even when sober. The thing between us had only lasted a couple months, but it'd been pretty hot. She was tall and well-built, with long blond hair that she liked to have me grip as I thrust into her. When the break-up came I think we'd been pretty resigned to it, and we still occasionally bumped into each other via friends at parties like this. There was that little leftover spark, but in the two years since we'd been smart enough not to try again. My dick stiffened as I thought about some of that sex, those long sessions where I'd used my tongue until she screamed. It had been a few months since I'd had any. As long as I stuck to fantasies, it couldn't do much harm.
Samantha was talking to Rachel, and I felt an embarrassed flush. Rachel was an old friend of mine. Slim, brown hair in a short pixie cut, dark hazelnut eyes, lips always waiting for an excuse to smile. And she was utterly uninterested in men.
I'd thought there was some magnetism between us the first time we met back in freshman year. Luckily I figured out pretty fast that it was just her natural interest in everyone, her easy laugh, her wit that she never used to hurt. Since then we'd been in classes together, played intramural soccer together, sat out by the river complaining about the world together. But for all that ease we pretty much avoided talking about sex, and here was Samantha obviously oversharing about me. At least it was flattery.
Samantha caught my look and waved me over. Rachel was giving my ex her best indulgent smile. She really was a great friend.
"GEOFF, GET OVER HERE!" Samantha yelled. I might as well try to avoid a bigger commotion.
I tried not to jostle too many people in my tipsiness. My heart sank when I saw Christy, the party host, joining the pair.
"What are you yelling about now, Sam?", Christy asked. I didn't know her that well, but she was old friends with Samantha, and the only one who got away with that nickname.
"WELL," Samantha said, too loudly. "I asked Rachel what made girls such great lovers anyway, and she started in with that whole thing about understanding a woman's body, and I called bullshit, since some men do just fine. I mean, I'd be amazed if a woman ate pussy better than Geoff did."
"Samantha!!" I was totally embarrassed now. Rachel was trying not to laugh, and gave me a sympathetic look.
"What?" Samantha gave me a crooked smile. "It was a compliment. You're probably the best I ever had, which I can say without feeling bad now that Fart-head Robert and I are done. There's nothing magic about being a woman, I mean, we're all different anyway. Just experience, right?"
I wanted to yell at her, but I couldn't keep a straight face. Rachel and Christy joined my laughter.
"Fart-head?" Rachel asked. "Tell us how you really feel."
"Don't distract me!" Samantha said, swaying slightly. "There is a moral point here, I know it."
"Should we test it out?" Christy said, arresting the conversation. "You know, for science. Geoff versus an experienced woman like, say, Rachel. And some lucky, willing volunteer."
There was a short silence. Christy's parties sometimes featured naughty games, and given my current dry spell I'd been secretly hoping for a few rounds of "I never" or something like that. This was, well, something different.
It appeared Samantha had gotten more than she bargained for. She looked at me, flushed, then bit her lip and glanced at Rachel. Samantha was so transparent, even when she wasn't drunk: she was imagining being the volunteer. I started feeling dizzy.
I looked at Rachel, expecting her to brush it off in her easy way. But she was watching me, an odd smile on her face. Possibly open to following my lead, I realized with a rush.
"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I mean, who'd volunteer for that? You shouldn't believe what Samantha says, anyway."
"Well, I for one would be perfectly willing to put some tongues to the test," said Christy. She looked directly at me.
I glanced at Rachel, but she had the same smile. And then she gave the barest hint of a nod, the kind of thing an old friend would see. I didn't think anyone else noticed.
My heart was pounding, but I was buzzed, and horny. The truth was I loved eating pussy, and I did have a little vanity about it. Of course Rachel would probably be better. It wasn't the kind of thing I let myself think about normally.
"Oh, all right, I guess I could be convinced." I said with a casual sigh. "I mean, if Rachel is on board."
Rachel smiled. "Yeah, I could accept that challenge. With some privacy of course."
I stared at her, shocked at how easily she'd accepted. She just smiled beatifically at me. What parallel universe had I fallen into here?
"Great!" said Christy, as though we'd just volunteered to mix up another batch of punch. "I'll go around and see if any other women are interested. Discreetly, of course. I mean, it occurred to me that more samples means more science! As long as you're OK."
"Uh, sure, whatever," I said, trying to suppress a rush of excitement. Rachel nodded and grinned.
Samantha stared at the two of us while Christy left. "You guys are all nuts," she said, and shook her head to disappear into the crowd.
Rachel and I were left briefly alone in the crowd. She broke the silence.
"I know it's crazy, but you've been looking like you needed some fun," she said. "And truth be told I could use some too. I think our friendship can stand this, right?"
"Duh, of course, Rachel. It just surprised me. And, I guess, thanks for looking out for me. You're not wrong."
We looked at each other awkwardly for a minute, and then Rachel squeezed my hand. "You're a mensch, you know. Let's just each enjoy ourselves and not worry. We don't have to talk about it again. I'd say we're both going to win, whatever the judges say." We shared a smile.
Christy trundled back in our direction. Black hair, compact, rounded, big hips, not conventionally pretty, but compelling in her directness. She did throw great parties. And I was probably going to be eating her out. I barely knew her, and couldn't say I'd fantasized about her before, but this whole situation was turning me on ridiculously. I looked at Rachel again, and she smiled warmly. There was real anticipation in her eyes.
"OK, we got a couple enthusiastic volunteers," said Christy. "Not everyone thinks they can withstand both of your talents, but whatever, we can get a group consensus. And it's going to be a blind test. Well, blind for you guys. Kind of a moot point the other way given that stubble you've got, Geoff."
Christy led us out of the room to a hallway.
"We kept it kind of on the sly, so you aren't going to have an audience barge in. Let me go get something to blindfold you."
She returned shortly with a two pairs of heavy black tights. A couple of expert twists later, I was pretty well blindfolded, though I could sense some light. I heard her rustling, presumably working on Rachel.
"OK, guys, so ground rules: no talking to the subjects. They aren't allowed to do anything sexual to you or otherwise take advantage beyond what you've agreed. And this is a test for your mouths, not your hands. I was going to just tie you up, but I think I'll leave one hand free so you can scratch your nose or give some support. Don't abuse your privileges."
