I hear Cole calling out something, but I can’t make out the words over the sound of the shower. “What?” I yell back.
The bathroom door opens and Cole’s head peers round. “Remember I’m home late,” he says. “Going for a drink after work.” He kisses me on the cheek. “Bye!”
“Have a good day, babe. Love you.”
The door closes. I stick my hand under the water to check that it’s hot enough, and then I jump into the shower.
It’s about two minutes later that the bathroom door opens again. This time it’s Josh, the next door neighbour, standing in the doorway. He saunters in, dropping his jeans and kicking them off. …
I’m out in the front garden pulling weeds out from between the paving stones when Kenneth comes back for his run. I get up to greet him as he opens the gate. “How was your run?” I ask him.
He looks amazing. He’s in these tiny little blue mesh running shorts that cling to his bubble butt and the bulge of his balls. He’s shirtless, with beads of sweat on his forehead and neck, and the golden skin of his torso glistening with a sweaty sheen. “I love it when you’re sweaty like this.” I put my hands on him; I feel the warm, slick sweat on his lower back. And you look damn good in those shorts.” …
It’s a stunner outside. Blue sky, a slight breeze, and barely a cloud in sight. It would be a crime to let an afternoon like this go by without getting out in the sunshine. More to the point, it’s a perfect afternoon to flaunt my body and see if I can attract a few guys to dick me in the sunshine.
“Out for a run,” I call out to Cole as I pull my running shoes on.
“Okay babe, have fun!”
I wonder for a second if Cole ever gets suspicious when I go out running. Especially the times I go out wearing next to nothing, and come home smelling of cum and other guys’ sweat. …
I have no idea how I managed to get this drunk. I don’t remember drinking that much tonight. On second thoughts, maybe it has been a few. Adam just seems to keep handing them to me — cocktails, beers, sparkling wine — and now that I think about it, I feel like I probably haven’t been without a drink the whole time I’ve been here. And those cocktails before were strong too, I think. I remember thinking that a couple of times. I think. It’s kind of hard to remember now.
It’s not like I’m paralytic or anything. I’m just a little hazy, my words sound a little slurred. And I keep losing my train of thought. …
“If you start to feel sick, just let me know,” he tells me as we both get out of the car. “We can go home any time.” I’m starting to think that maybe Cole is actually just looking for an excuse not to have to do this party; he’s never been much of a partier the whole time we’ve been together. But there’s no chance we’re leaving any time soon; I’m still horny as hell, and I know I’m going to get some dick here tonight.
Paul greets us at the door and welcomes us in. We do the obligatory birthday well-wishes and small-talk as he grabs our coats and hangs them up by the door. As Cole makes his way to the kitchen to grab us a couple of drinks, Paul leans in close and says, “Adam tells me you’re my birthday present tonight.” …
I finish my coffee and set the cup down on the saucer. Across the table, Kenneth’s cup is still full. It must be starting to get cold by now.
I glance around the room. The cafe has emptied out since about an hour ago when we got here. There’s just a group chattering quietly a couple of tables away, and a lady reading the newspaper in the sun by the window.
I wonder to myself where the waiter has got to. I thought he would have been back to give me the bill by now. I consider going up to the counter to pay for breakfast, but it looks like they’re a bit light on staff anyway; there’s only one girl behind the counter, looking like she is unsuccessfully trying to do the maths required to split a bill for the group of seven that just finished up their breakfast. …