“Trevor drives that car and he is standing right over there by the gym.” I pointed towards where he was standing through the back window of the car––but he was gone.
“Where? I don’t see anyone,” Becca said.
“He was right there––I know that was him.”
“Spence, let’s get out of here,” Ryan said.
I quickly pulled out of the parking lot and headed to my house. I didn’t understand why he was just staring at me. The last time I had seen him, I hurried off to catch the bus home. Now he knew what kind of car I drove.
As I drove down the street, I looked in the rearview mirror, but I never saw his Honda pull out of the lot. There was no way I was going back to the gym by myself anymore. If Brandon or someone else was not able to come with me, I would not be going.
“Jason told me about Trevor,” Becca said.
“Yeah, Ryan and I met him in Vegas and I have bumped into him a few times at the gym and once at MoMo’s. He’s really starting to creep me out.”
“When I talk to Jason tonight, I am going to tell him. Maybe it’s time they hire security or something,” Becca said.
“I’ve never seen security at a gym before. I’m just not going to go alone,” I said, turning down Market Street instead of towards my house.
“Yeah, but what about all those other women that do go alone?” Ryan asked.
“Right. Club 24 is unique and we have a wealthy clientele. Who knows what creeps have in mind,” Becca said.
“Oh God, I can just imagine Mrs. Robinson having Brandon escort her to her car every day!” I shrieked.
“He wouldn’t do that to you,” Becca said.
“Yeah, I don’t think he would either, Spencer. But, um, where are we going?” Ryan asked.
“I don’t know. I was scared to drive straight home and have Trevor follow us.”
“Oh that’s a good idea,” Becca said.
“Let’s stop at the store and get some vodka or something,” Ryan suggested.
*~*~*
We managed to make it home without Trevor following us––or so I hoped. At the store, we stocked up on two bottles of Grey Goose, cranberry juice and buffalo wing flavored Pretzel Crisps. Ryan ordered Chinese while I took a quick shower and changed into my PJs to get more comfortable for our sleepover. Becca and Ryan changed into their PJs as well and when the food arrived, we sat around the dining room table, drinking our vodka cranberries and doing what girls do best: gossiping.
“Oh my God, Spencer! I forgot to tell you Max told me last night that TravAss and Misty broke up,” Ryan exclaimed, dipping a pot sticker in soy sauce.
“Really?!” I didn’t give two shits if they were together or not, but I was curious as to why they had broken up. I hoped Misty stomped on his heart after she ripped it out and took a baseball bat to it.
“Apparently, TravAss went over to Misty’s house one night after he was working late and saw her kissing a guy goodnight at her door.”
“TravAss told Max this?”
Of all the people, why would he tell Max when he knows Ryan and I are best friends?
“No, TravAss told Joe and Joe told Max.”
I always knew guys gossiped, despite what they wanted us women to believe. Joe was another attorney and Max’s Best Man who worked at the same law firm as Travis and Max. I had only met him a few times, but I was starting to like him more now that he had passed on this little bit of information and made my night even better.
“What did Travis do?” Becca asked.
“Well, Joe said that TravAss got in the guy’s face and threatened to beat the shit out of him for screwing his girl, but the guy didn’t even know that Misty had a boyfriend and told TravAss that they had been screwing for several weeks. Then he hurried off and TravAss got in his car and sped off.”
“Wow, serves him right,” I said, taking a sip of my drink.
“Max said that things have been awkward around the office and Misty gave her two-week notice.”
“Good, I hope she can’t find another job for a long time and she has to get a job at McDonald’s. Then we can go laugh in her face!”
I’m not one to hold a grudge, but I would give anything to see her life spiral downhill after what she did to me. I’m not sure if it was the effect of the alcohol flowing through my veins, but I stood up and did a happy dance. Ryan and Becca joined in and we laughed at the thought of TravAss getting what he deserved.
“To Karma!” I said, grabbing my drink, bringing it above my head and making a toast.
We sat back down, giggling like schoolgirls, and resumed eating our mouthwatering dinner. If Chinese food didn’t have a million calories in it, I would probably eat it once a day.
“Have you heard from Brandon today?” Becca asked.
“No, have you heard from Jason?”
“No, they must be busy. I’m going to send him a text right now.”
“Oh, I’ll send one to Brandon, too.”
I had been having a fun day with the girls and oddly enough, didn’t have the urge until now to shoot Brandon a text, but as soon as Becca said his name, I missed him like crazy.
Me: Hey Baby! Gym ready to go?
“We need refills,” I said as I set down my phone, waiting for Brandon to text me back. I mixed our drinks and brought the martini shaker over to the table to refill our glasses. Between the three of us, we had already drunk almost an entire bottle of Grey Goose.
Ryan made her way to the living room and turned on our stereo, blaring Pink’s song Raise Your Glass––how appropriate. We all started dancing with our drinks in hand, making our kitchen our own personal club dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up. I grabbed it and notice that my man had texted me back.
Brandon: Hey Babe! Gym is almost ready. I wish it was Saturday already, I miss you! :(
Me: I know. I don’t know how I am going to get through the next couple of nights without you :(
Brandon: What are you up to?
Me: Ryan and Becca are here. We just got done eating and now we are dancing around and drinking.
Brandon: Oh? Will I get lucky and get drunk texts again?
Me: Maybe! We are almost on our second bottle of vodka.
Brandon: You guys aren’t going anywhere tonight, right?
Me: Nope, they are staying the night. We are already in our PJs.
Brandon: Are you guys going to have a pillow fight, too?
Me: Maybe! Maybe we will get naked, too :P
Brandon: I want pictures ;)
Me: Ha! I’ll see. I better get back to the dance party. I love you!
Brandon: I love you, too. Call me when you wake up in the morning.
Me: K.
“Brandon wants to know if we are going to have a pillow fight,” I said, returning to the dance party. Who Booty by John Hart featuring French Montana was playing.
“This song is catchy,” Ryan said, spinning around and dancing.
“They need better English,” Becca said, laughing. “Don’t they mean, ‘Whose booty is it?’”
“That’s rap for you,” I said, chuckling.
“What did you tell Brandon about a pillow fight?” Ryan asked.
“I told him we were going to have a naked one.”
“Let me guess, he wants a video?” Becca asked.
“He said pictures…but I am sure he would like video better!”
“Boys,” Ryan said, shaking her head.
We continued our dance party, drinking the entire first bottle of Grey Goose and starting on the second. I was feeling good from the vodka flowing through my veins, moving my hips to the music and just having fun with the girls.
“You know what would make this sleepover complete?” Becca asked.
“What?” Ryan and I asked in unison.
“A game of Truth or Dare!”
“Oh my God, I love that idea,” I said, throwing myself onto a dining room chair, needing a break from all the dancing.
; “All right, who wants to go first?” Becca asked as she and Ryan joined me at the table.
“I’ll go first,” Ryan said.
“All right, Truth or Dare?” Becca asked.
“Truth.”
“Okay…have you ever faked an orgasm?”
“Of course, but not with Max.”
“With who? Do I know him?” I asked in surprise.
“That guy, Sean, I dated our junior year.”
“No!” I said, dragging out the word.
Ryan held up her pinky finger, “Itty bitty.”
“Wow, no wonder you didn’t date him long,” I said, laughing.
“I know. I can’t believe I wasted a notch on him,” Ryan said and then took a quick sip of her drink. “Okay, Spencer, your turn.”
“Truth.”
“Do you spit or swallow?”
“You already know the answer.”
“I don’t,” Becca said.
“I swallow––of course!”
“Ah, you’re a keeper, Spencer, every guy wants a swallower,” Becca said, laughing.
Usually I would be embarrassed by these questions. I wouldn’t be that embarrassed if it was just Ryan and me, but I didn’t know Becca as well. But since we were drinking, I was ready to spill my deepest secrets if asked.
“Truth or Dare?” I asked, looking at Becca.
“Dare!”
“Oh snap, we have a dare!” I thought for a moment. I really was expecting this game to be truth only because whenever I had played before––granted it wasn’t in my adult life––girls always went with truth because they were too chicken-shit to do a dare. “Okay––I dare you to call a random number and pretend to be having the most amazing orgasm of your life as soon as they answer.”
“What if I call Jason?” Becca asked, trying to find an out.
“No way! It has to be a random person you don’t know. Here, hand me your phone and I will dial the number,” I said, reaching out my hand.
“Oh my God, this is going to be awesome!” Ryan slurred.
“I don’t think I am drunk enough for this yet,” Becca said, handing me her phone. She stood up, walked into the kitchen, and poured herself a shot of vodka.
“Okay, here. I blocked your number for this call. Just press the call button when you’re ready,” I said, handing Becca her phone when she sat back down in the chair at the painted white oak table.
For some reason, I felt like I needed some liquid courage too. I walked into the kitchen and poured us all a shot and brought them back to the table. We all downed them and Ryan and I stared at Becca, waiting for her to make the call.
“Is it weird that I am nervous?” Ryan asked.
“I’m nervous, too,” I said, laughing.
“Oh my God, you two are not helping!” Becca screeched. After a few seconds she finally said, “Okay, here goes nothing…”
Ryan muted the stereo and we waited silently and wide-eyed while Becca pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear. She closed her eyes and I could hear the phone ringing softly. Ryan and I shared a look and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t bust out laughing while Ryan covered her mouth with her hands. After three rings, I heard a man answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Oh yeah, Baby, that feels so good!” Becca started moaning. “Yeah, right there… fuck, that’s the spot… don’t stop… I’m gonna come... ahh, yeah, like that… mmmmm… mmmmm… oh yeah, fuck me just like that!” Becca took the phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen then flipped it around to show us that it was still connected.
I rolled my hand for her to keep going but she shook her head and bit back a laugh.
“Okay, thank you, have a nice night,” Becca said into the phone and then hung up.
All three of us started laughing. Tears rolled down our faces and my belly started hurting from laughing so hard. I couldn’t believe Becca actually did it.
“That was awesome!” I said.
“No telling Jason!” Becca said as she pointed warningly to Ryan and me.
“Never,” I promised.
Ryan made us another round of drinks and our game of Truth or Dare continued.
“Okay, Ryan, your turn again,” Becca said to her.
“After watching your dare, I think I am going to just stick with truth,” she said, laughing.
“Well that’s no fun, but okay, let me think…oh I know, what is the most erotic dream you’ve ever had?”
Ryan flushed with embarrassment and looked at me strangely. “Well, I’ve had a dream where I had a threesome with Spencer and Max.”
“Oh really?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep, your turn Spence, truth or dare?”
“Oh no, you need to explain the dream,” Becca said.
“No way!”
“Aw come on, Ry, it's part of the game. Don’t be embarrassed,” I said, trying to convince her.
“Fine, but if you make fun of me, I will beat you!” Ryan threatened. “Of course, I don’t remember every detail, but you know, we kissed…I might have gone down on you while Max was doing me doggy style,” Ryan said, turning her head away from me in embarrassment.
“Ry, I’ve had dreams about you, too,” I said, trying to make her feel better.
Ryan and I had been extremely close for nine years and even though I was not bisexual, I still thought it was normal to have dreams like that. I mean, who else knows everything about you? You can’t control your dreams and just because you dream such a thing doesn’t mean that is what you want in real life. There is probably a hidden meaning behind it like a symbolism of self-love, self-acceptance and passion or some shit like that.
“You have?” Ryan asked.
“Yep, I think it’s normal.”
“Was I good?” Ryan asked, laughing.
“Oh yeah, Baby, better than Brandon,” I said, winking at her.
“Good, now it’s your turn for real, truth or dare?”
I don’t remember when it happened exactly, but the liquid courage kicked in, making all self-preservation fly out the window. “Dare.”
“Oh my God, I was hoping you would say ‘dare’,” Ryan said clapping her hands.
“Oh Ryan, you better make this a good one!” Becca said to her.
“I don’t know if it will be that good, but I know it is out of character for Spencer.”
“Oh God, what?” I asked, fearing what she meant.
“I dare you to go take off your PJ bottoms and take a picture of your vajayjay and text it to Brandon.”
Ryan was right—this was out of character for me. I knew Brandon would love it, but it wasn’t something that I normally did. I had never wanted to send such a picture to TravAss, probably because deep down I knew he wasn’t worth it. Or with my luck, he would have posted it on my Facebook wall after we broke up or sent it to all his friends.
“Fine,” I said, standing up and headed towards my bedroom.
“You better do it, Spencer!” Ryan shouted as I walked down the hall.
“I will,” I said, stumbling a little in the hallway.
This wasn’t going to be so bad. It was definitely going to surprise the hell out of Brandon and at that thought, I was actually excited to do it. After I took my picture and texted it to Brandon, I put my PJ bottoms back on and made my way out to the kitchen again.
“Alright, Becca, your turn again,” I said.
“Hey, how do we know that you really took it and sent it to Brandon?” Ryan complained.
“I am not showing you my vajayjay.”
Ryan snorted as she laughed at the expression on my face. “You don’t have to show it to us, but you have to show us what Brandon says!”
“Fine.” We didn’t have to wait long before my phone buzzed with his response.
Brandon: Wow, Babe, send me more! :)
I showed Becca and Ryan Brandon’s response and shot him back a text.
Me: Later ;)
The girls teased me and egged me o
n to send Brandon more texts. I didn’t want to leave and they knew what I was doing, so I was waiting until we all went to bed. We played Truth or Dare for about another hour and then Becca and Ryan passed out on the two couches in the living room.
CHAPTER TEN
When they say alcohol is liquid courage, they aren’t kidding. I made my way to my room, closed the door quietly, slipped off my PJs, and slid under the cool cotton sheets on my bed. Angling my phone above me, I took a picture of my boobs and quickly sent it to Brandon with a slight giggle. Not even a minute later, my phone lit up; Brandon was calling me using Face Time.
“Hey,” I said, answering my phone sheepishly.
“Hey, Beautiful. I love your new pictures,” he said, smiling.
“Oh you do, do you?”
“I do. Where are the girls?”
“Sleeping,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Oh really? What made you send me that picture earlier?”
“We were playing Truth or Dare and they dared me to do it.”
“Well, I am going to have to thank them when I see them on Saturday. So why did I get a bonus pic just now?”
“I don’t know…I thought you might like it.”
“Oh, I love it!”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. I want to see more.”
“What do you want to see?” I asked, blushing.
“Hmmm let’s see,” he thought for a moment. “First I want to see you squeeze those tits and tease your nipples so they get hard,” he said with his smirk.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly, running my hand over my right breast and then giving my nipple a small pinch.
“Now, push the covers away and run your hand down your stomach, slowly stopping at your pussy.”
I slowly pushed the covers away from my body. The cool air and the anticipation brought goose bumps to my skin and a chill ran through my body. I slid my hand down my smooth, flat tummy, inching closer to my center while turning the phone down away from my face.
“Babe, you have no idea how much this is turning me on right now,” I heard Brandon say. “Slip a finger inside,” he said when my hand touched the top of my mound.
I reached down with my hand that was holding the phone and positioned it on the bunched up sheets at my feet so it was perfectly angled to give Brandon the view of my pussy. Lying back on my left elbow so I could see still the screen of my phone, my middle finger ran down the center of my wet folds, slipping inside a little.
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