Page 118 of Lucky Mother Pucker

She turns so she’s facing me. “Your dick.” She glances down at my lap.

My brow lifts, surprised at her question. Wait, is she serious?

She looks back up at me. “How. Big. Is. It?”

“Uh…” I clear my throat and rub the back of my neck, my face heating. I wasn’t expecting drunk Lucy to be so bold.

“Why do you wanna know?” I ask.

She hiccups again. “Because apparently there’s a rumor going around Hollis that you’re packing.” She giggles and bites her lip, her big blue eyes hazy as she gazes up at me. “I’m curious to know if the rumors are true.”

I can’t help but laugh. This is insane. If anyone else asked me this question, I’d tell them off. But I like that Lucy is asking me this. I like that she’s curious about my dick size. It turns me on…even though I know it shouldn’t.

“What exactly does ‘packing’ mean to you?” I ask.

She bites her lip. “Anna’s friend Danielle said she heard that you were nine inches and that you need to use a Magnum condom.”

Heat climbs up my neck and cheeks. I let out an embarrassed chuckle and look off to the side, shaking my head.

Lucy steps closer to me. “There’s no way, right? I refuse to believe it.”

“Why?”

“Because no human being should be that lucky. You’re handsome and rich and athletically gifted, and you have a huge dick. It’s too much good stuff for one person.”

I can’t help but crack a smile. “You’re right. I’m not nine inches. I’m eight-and-a-half.”

Her jaw falls to the ground. Her eyes turn big and glittery, like she’s in disbelief. “Seriously?”

I nod, a smug feeling swelling through my chest. Yeah, it’s cliché to feel so flattered at her reaction to my dick size, but I can’t help it. I’m a simple guy, and the girl I like is impressed by how big my cock is. I feel like a fucking champion.

She stands there, her mouth hanging open, and makes a noise like she’s in disbelief.

“Wait, do you have to use a Magnum condom?”

Before I can answer, Anna, Poppy, and Briar come walking back out of the falafel place, and we start walking again.

Lucy looks at me expectantly, but I just shrug. “I guess you’ll never find out,” I tease.

A pouty look flashes across her face. Fuck. How does she get cuter and sexier by the minute?

When we make it to the house, music is blasting, and the place is packed. I slide my arm around Lucy’s waist and keep her close to me so she doesn’t fall or lose her balance. She’s still drunk, and I don’t want her to get lost in the crowd.

“Wow! Nice decorations,” Lucy says while gazing around. The guys and I spent the afternoon putting up tons of decorations around the house.

There are fake cobwebs all over the ceiling with huge fake spiders hanging off of them. We propped up a dozen skeletons against the walls. Black and orange streamers hang from the ceiling.

“I love the orange lights.” Lucy smiles and points up at the doorway, which is draped in string lights.

“We thought it helped set the mood,” I say. I grin when I see Wally sitting next to the guys, who are playing beer pong in the dining room. “Wait till you see what we dressed Wally up as.”

Lucy’s eyes light up. “You got him a costume?”

I lead her over there. When she sees Wally, she squeals.

“Oh my god! This is so cute!”

She crouches down and hugs him, then kisses his head. She touches the fuzzy, fake lion’s mane that’s hanging around his neck.