Speaking of freaks, Josie was saying something through sips of java. “If you kiss one of them, do you have to kiss the other?”
“Huh?” Laura poured herself a cup. Might as well benefit from the fruits of her labor. That, and she needed the jolt. Yet another uncomfortable conversation with Josie, though she had to admit that the girl definitely helped sometimes, making her think about things she hadn’t considered. Like this?
“Does it have to be 50/50? If you sleep with one, do you have to sleep with the other? Or is it always a threesome? Is there always double, well—you know?”
Freak! “You actually sit around contemplating these things, Josie? Seriously?”
She had the decency to pinken a bit. “Who doesn’t?”
“Most of the rest of the world.” Sip. If she didn’t fill her mouth with something it would soon be full of words she’d regret saying. Please. This was devolving quickly into voyeurism. Laura was surprised by how annoyed she was becoming. Josie was always inquisitive. It was just who she was, and as aggravating as she could be at times, it had never troubled Laura this much.
Josie shot her a wary look. “I just...no, I don’t sit around dredging up embarrassing questions to ask you, Laura.” Her tone of voice conveyed hurt feelings. “But it’s natural, I think, to wonder. Most threesomes are one-night-stand kind of deals. What you have is so out of the realm of normal that it makes me think. Philosophize and stuff, about what it means for the long haul.”
Aha. And that was it. That was why this bothered Laura so much.
Because, damn it, Josie was right.
“What you’re doing, Laura, is fascinating to watch from the outside. Plus, yeah, I am demented. So sometimes my mind just...goes there. And I found myself wondering what it felt like, eating dinner with two guys, snuggling on the couch with two guys, wanting affection—but not sex—and having to, what? Pick? Kiss both? Cuddle in a sandwich?”
That made Laura laugh. “I thought it would be weird, too. It kind of was, at first. Mike made a big spectacle of making sure I knew they didn’t expect sex. I knew what he was doing. He really was just trying to be nice and to help me relax.” She let out a puff of air. “And it was good and kind and all that, but it pissed me off. I still don’t know what they were thinking, hiding the truth about their relationship from me.”
“They’re not gay.” Josie started to unpeel a banana from Laura’s fruit bowl.
Laura did a double-take. “Did anyone ever think they were?”
Through a mouthful of banana, Josie sputtered, “Ah, c’mon, Laura. Two guys with one girl? Gay, gay, gay.”
“Not gay!” Holy smokes, not even close to gay. Laura knew gay. Gay men, that is. Her high school boyfriend her senior year had turned out to be gay. He’d come out when they were juniors in college, home at Thanksgiving and hanging out in a piano bar with a group of friends. Ding! A million little questions had been answered with one big answer. What other hot-blooded seventeen-year-old teenager wanted to cuddle and kiss all the time instead of banging wherever they could get a shred of privacy? Or knew all the words to the disco songs? Or liked to go clothes shopping with her?#p#分页标题#e#
And eyed the same guys Laura surreptitiously checked out as they had wandered the mall?
Her gaydar wasn’t pinging with Mike and Dylan. No way. It was just...complicated. That’s all.
Why was it always complicated?
Josie swallowed hard, trying to clear her mouth. “I know that. I asked.”
“You asked?” Laura’s turn to sputter.
“They closed right up. That Dylan is one scary dude when he’s being cold. Mike, too—but Dylan was worse. I felt like the ice king had just cast a spell over the booth.”
“You asked them that at Jeddy’s? Jesus, Josie. You have some—”
“Balls. Yeah. I know. I had to ask, though. If you’re just some bed toy for them, then I’m not letting anyone do that to my best friend, because that is some fucked up mental shit right there. If two gay guys are just out trawling for a chick they can bang to get off their jollies, it won’t be you.”
Laura started peeling a clementine. “I’m touched.” She frowned. “I guess. In your own extremely convoluted way, you mean well.”
“And, by the way, no foursomes. Dylan shut that one down.” The orange wedge in Laura’s mouth went flying across the room, landing in the sink as she did a spit take.
“You asked about a foursome?”
Josie winked. “I was just testing them.”