"Yeah! Can you believe that? She's not even hot!"
"Er... How did you react when she told you?"
"She didn't. He did. Things were going well between us, and we had a romantic evening. Before long he had me dressed up in a cute little Lara Croft-outfit that he liked, and he tied me up. He was doing me doggy-style when suddenly he sticks his dick in my ass and declares, 'Oh, by the way, I fucked your sister last week.' I was like, what the fuck? So he fucked my ass and told me all about it, what her nipples taste like and how she begged for it, and I could see how it turned things hot and aggressive right then and there, but once we were done I knew things wouldn't work out between us. I mean, you don't fuck people's sisters, right? It's like an unwritten law or something."
"I guess..."
"So, anyway, I haven't seen him for a long time, but then I run into him today. And he's all, like, got a nice job that he likes, wears a suit, got a wife and a car, and I'm thinking, it's good that people change. Everybody grows up in the end, right? And he had an apartment just nearby, and we went back to his place to have a glass of wine and catch up. We both get a bit tipsy after a few glasses, and when we go to the balcony to check out the view he starts feeling me up. And I'm thinking, people can change, but they don't change that much. They look all business when you meet them, but the you start talking, and you find that they're basically the same. I put on the new skirt I'd just bought, and he says it makes me look like a hooker, so he sticks two dollars in my thong and starts doing me from behind in front of a big mirror in the hallway. He's working me pretty good, but something isn't quite the same. I start thinking about his wife, what she's like and what he's like with her. Then he asks, 'how much to fuck your ass, whore?' And - get this - I'm like, well, how much does your wife charge? He's getting worked up about it, as you can probably imagine, and he's like, 'You don't think I fuck my wife this way? You don't think she dresses like a whore for her man?' Finally he's getting into it like he used to! So I keep pushing him, saying, 'I bet the two of you are all about the aroma candles and massage oils.' Ha, ha, I wish you could see his face! He's furious, he turns me around to face him, slaps my face and grabs my crotch and makes me cum with his hand. He's so fucking skilled with his hands. And he gets me down on my knees and fucks my face until I gag, going, 'didn't I fuck your sister? I don't remember her gagging and moaning when she sucked my cock.' Then he pisses all over me, like, drowns me in piss. He used to be into that, so I don't know why I'm surprised. He sticks another two bucks in my panties and says, 'that's fucking twice what my wife gets when I piss in her ugly face.' Then he fucks me in the ass and makes me cum again, before he soaks my face in cum and tells me to get the fuck out 'cause I smell like piss and whatnot. And I'm thinking, it's nice to catch up with old friends, figure out that underneath their brand new facade there's still the person you once knew, but the other side of the same coin is that you're bound to remember why you drifted apart in the first place."
Joe went silent.
"What?" Bunny said.
Joe grabbed the magazine and started flipping through it.
