Size Matters by Stephanie Haefner

She flipped it over, her grin deepening. She set it down and turned her attention back to Bryn. “So what was that I walked in on with Thor?”
    Bryn glanced toward where he stood, checking the ID of a young kid. “Nothing.”
    “Really? You both were smiling all goofylike.”
    “Just talking.”
    They gave their orders to the bartender: Jack and Coke for Mia, vodka and Diet Coke for Bryn.
    “It looked like more than just talking,” Mia said when the bartender left to make their drinks. Her text alert sounded again. She looked, smiled, and quickly put it back down. “You have Troy, remember?”
    Bryn glanced at Thor again. He was pretty damn hot. Always had been. And he was one of the nicest guys she knew. Maybe . . .
    “Hey,” Mia said, waving her hand in front of Bryn’s face. “This is supposed to be a girls’ night. Stop gawking at Thor.”
    Just then, Mia’s phone buzzed again.
    “Girls’ night, huh?” She grabbed Mia’s phone before she could get to it. “And just what is Mr. Oliver texting you right now?”
    Mia reached for her, but Bryn hopped off the bar stool. She swiped the unlock key and the text appeared.
    “Give it back.”
    “Ha. No way. If you’re gonna preach to me about a girls’ night but sit here and get text after text from your man, I deserve to see what he’s saying that’s so great.” Bryn skimmed the screen. “Oh my.”
    “Come on. Give it back.” Even in the darkened bar, Mia’s cheeks glowed bright red.
    “Ooohhh! Naughty Oliver.” Bryn began reading aloud. “ ‘I can’t wait to suck those luscious tits and watch you ride my cock.’ My my. What a dirty mouth your beau has.”
    “Give me that.” Mia snatched the phone from Bryn’s hand, playful sneer on her lips. “You’re just jealous.”
    “I so fucking am!” The girls retook their seats at the bar, their drinks waiting for them. “Why do you get to have all the fun? I want to ride a big cock, too.” Bryn sipped her drink. “Are you sure I can’t sleep with Troy on the first date?”
    “Yes. Be patient. Your time will come.”
    “But I wanna cum now.”
    Mia just shook her head as her phone buzzed again.
    “Oh for God’s sake. Just sext the guy back.”
    “I can’t. I don’t know what to say.”
    “Are you serious?” How could her friend not know what to say to “I wanna watch you ride my cock”? “It’s easy. Just tell him you can’t wait to lick his delicious dick. Shit like that. The dirtier the better.”
    Mia took a long guzzle. “I want to reply. I just can’t make my fingers do it.”
    “I can do it for you.”
    “No! I’ll figure it out.”
    The glow of the screen reflected on Mia’s face as she typed away. Bryn took another sip and let her gaze wander the room. And of course it landed back on Thor. Damn, that black T-shirt fit snugly, highlighting a nice set of biceps. Wonder how hard they are? Another sip of vodka and soda. So what if she had the date with Troy coming up. She wasn’t chained to the guy yet. She could talk to whomever she wanted. And if she wanted to talk to Thor, and feel his bulging muscles, she could. Wonder how his other bulge feels? He was a big man. All his parts had to be in correct proportion, right?
    “Bryn,” Mia sang, waving her phone around. “Ya there? I need you to read this and tell me if it’s stupid.”
    She took it and looked it over.
    “I can’t wait to touch your penis and put it in my mouth. It’s so nice and soft.”
    Bryn stifled her laughter. Poor Mia, she was so bad at this kind of thing. “Um, first of all, ‘penis’ is way too clinical. Use dick or cock. And no man ever wants his manhood referred to as either ‘nice’ or ‘soft,’ even if you’re talking about the actual skin, which I assume you are.”
    “See? I suck at this.”
    “You do. But you’ll get better. Try again.”
    “Okay. As long as you stop drooling over Thor.”
    “Why? He’s hot. He’s single. I’m single. And horny. What does it