Double Dare(217)

The way the middle-aged woman gushed made me embarrassed for her, how she fawned over the two men, ignoring me completely. And was it my imagination, or had she blown out her hair while we were eating, taken a hairdryer to her strands? The locks looked suspiciously silky although she hadn’t held back with the hairspray, the artificial smell filling my nostrils, making me choke.

But my lovers took it in a stride.

“Naw we’re good,” drawled Brent. “Just the check.”

And the waitress simpered, nodding agreeably, probably slipping him her phone number as he paid. But it didn’t bother me because these were my men, they belonged to me, we belonged to one another and the waiting period was a mere formality. Because what could really change? We’d already sampled each other physically and knew we were a fit. Plus, living together for a year made sure we were on intimate terms, our personalities complementary.

So I turned back to the men before getting into the truck cab.

“It’ll be good after,” I promise, I breathed. “It’ll be really good, you’ll see.”

Jason and Brent nodded again, their eyes hard, hot and hungry on my curvy form, saying nothing, the air crackling with feeling, with sheer need.

“I promise,” I said again softly, shutting the car door. “I promise, it will.”

And internally, my heart pounded. Because it was true, things would be perfect … they had to be.





CHAPTER NINE


Katy




I couldn’t wait for the waiting period to be over, I was dying for my men. But what do you know, Jock McMahan called and asked me out right when we got back.

“Hey yo, you wanna see a movie?” he grunted into the phone.

My first instinct was to say no. This guy grossed me out and I didn’t care if he was a stud at school. I had my lovers and that was that. But a feeling of caution overtook me. After all, my set-up with Jason and Brent wasn’t exactly “normal.” I was a teen girl exploring a ménage with two men, what would happen if word got out? We’d be the talk of the town, people would surely think I was trash. So to preserve the illusion of normalcy a little longer, I agreed.

“Sure,” I said reluctantly. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had to sound excited, like a cooing, fawning girl. So I forced myself to man up. “Which movie did you want to see Jock?” I chirped then, trying to sound eager and willing.

And the dumb lunkhead was so clueless, so down on his ability to read other human beings that he grunted.

“How about Insidious 2?” he said. “I saw Insidious 1, it was fuckin’ amazing.”

I almost backed out then, unable to stomach the thought of Jock’s company and a horror movie combined together. Because I hate horror flicks, I hate worms crawling out of eyeballs, ghosts that come back from the dead, that stuff bores me. So my mind spun furiously, trying to think of something else.

“Mmm, how about Star Wars? The new one, have you seen that one?” I asked. I honestly couldn’t think of anything, and besides, hadn’t it gotten great reviews?

But Jock snorted.

“Naw, I’m not into intergalactic shit. Insidious 2 it is,” he said with finality, overruling my suggestion. I gritted my teeth. This was gonna be bad, I’d have to force myself to stay in my seat, it promised to be three hours of torture. But at least there’d be movie popcorn with heaps of butter, I could feast on that and make myself feel better.

And when I showed up at the theater the next night, Jock looked terrible, his face slightly red, broken capillaries in his nose and cheeks. What the fuck?

“Hey,” he grunted. “Let’s get tickets.”

And the answer was immediately clear because his breath reeked of booze. Holy shit, this sucked. I was going to suffer through three hours of some shitty movie with a steaming human pile next to me, a dude who stunk to high heaven through every pore. This was going to be bad, and I braced myself for the worst, really expecting things to go downhill before ending in a ball of fire.

And as I expected, it didn’t get better. When we stepped into the darkened theater, I looked around quickly, hoping there were some fellow movie patrons. I’m not sure what I was thinking, that these folks could save me from a bad experience like strangers standing in the way of harm. But the place was empty except for one old dude sitting in the far right corner near the door, bent over and elderly. I huffed, exasperated. This movie was so bad that no one was coming to see it, it was probably a huge box office bomb and I’d been forced here because of myself. Shit, I only had myself to blame, and mentally cursed again.

And Jock didn’t make the waiting easier. He was so dumb that steam started to pour from my ears dealing with him.