Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Ann Cory Page B

of curse on me.”
    “A curse?”
    “She carved the word “dick” on my desk and told people she made a voodoo doll of me.”
    His friend whistled. “That’s fucked up.”
    “No kidding.” He didn’t even want to mention the freaky nightmares he’d been having. “I keep thinking that at any moment my leg is going to bend in some odd shape. Or I’m going to feel a sharp stabbing pain in my lower region.”
    “Whatever happens, I hope I’m around to see it.”
    He patted his friend’s shoulder. “You’re such a pal. Seriously though, I’m about ready to take myself out of the dating pool altogether.”
    “Might be safer,” Marcus pointed out.
    “Unless, of course, a certain longtime infatuation picked up on the signals being sent her way.” Even the thought of Tiffany made his pulse double. “For her I’d made an exception.”
    “Yes, our gal has been a tough cookie to make crumble at our feet. Little miss content in her world of fruit and blenders. Too busy to notice how we worship her.”
    While they waited at a crosswalk for the signal to change, Shane did some quick calf stretches. “Do you recall the last time she went on a date?”
    Marcus shrugged. “I wanna say two years. Nah, wait, can that be right? Damn.”
    “I bet she hasn’t been laid for about that long either,” he concluded.
    “Which doesn’t make sense. She’s a sweetheart and a total babe. Course, she has had a lot on her plate the past couple of years.”
    He knew Marcus was right. Between her getting into shape, graduating from University, and immersing herself in Smoothies 101, she didn’t have as much time for them. Which is why they jumped at the chance to come over, despite not knowing a single thing about how a smoothie should taste.
    The signal changed and they started up jogging again. Shane couldn’t let go of how little Tiffany dated. “Girl has got to be in a serious state of need.” He could only imagine how tight her pussy was and wondered how often she got herself off. “If we were any kind of gentlemen, we’d do something to change that.”
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “I don’t know.” Shane slowed his gait, and then stopped altogether. “I mean, we’ve talked about this before. If given the chance we’d show her one hell of a good time. But we’re both too chicken to fuck things up. It could backfire and then our friendship would be screwed. Which only further proves that Billy Crystal knows what he’s talking about.”
    Marcus jogged in place. “Hm. She’s not even seeing one guy. What do you think she’ll do if two hit on her at the same time?”
    “Freak out. As I see it, she needs to make up for lost time. It will take two guys to satisfy her. That way she’ll be taken care of in all the right places. She deserves nothing less.”
    “I’m all for it. We’ve wanted to seduce her for a long time. The question is, when?”
    A wicked idea came to him. “Why not this morning? Her mind will be focused on her interview tomorrow, so let’s have a little fun.”
    Marcus stopped jogging. “I like the way you think, my man.”
    “It’s going to be fun.” He could picture her all doe-eyed and innocent, lips trembling as they simultaneously brought her to a thunderous orgasm. “Now, I’d never share a woman with just any guy, but you I can stand.”
    “Thanks?”
    “Sure thing. You’re like an extension of me, minus the hard body.”
    His friend crossed his arms. “You didn’t just go there.”
    “Yeah, I went there. Did you forget who got the most votes on that popularity poll we sent out online?”
    “Dude, I didn’t want to say anything at the time, but I checked the ISP afterwards and guess which one came up for over half the votes. You totally rigged it.”
    Shane felt his face turn red hot. “What, you’re a computer geek now?”
    “Nope, but I knew you didn’t get those votes fair and square.”
    “I’ll never confess,” he said with a wry smile.
    “Good thing