I’m now sitting up giving him my full attention, he just got a lot more interesting. “I want details!”
He’s squirming under my gaze. “It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got all night, baby. Tell me, I need a good dirty story. This is the longest I’ve been without sex since I was a teenager and I’m not coping.” I can't believe I just said that out loud! What’s this blue stuff, truth serum?
He raises his eyebrows at me. “Fuck, you're so forward, aren’t you!”
“What!” I nudge him with my arm. “I’m not really, I think I’m just a little tipsy. Come on, tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone.” I draw a cross over my heart so he knows I’m serious.
He laughs at me again, “You're like an excited little kid.”
“Now you're starting to work me out, but that doesn't get you off the hook. Tell me, I can beg all night.”
“Well, it's kind of a complicated story but I’ll keep it short. That girlfriend I was telling you about...”
“Yeah, the one that had a thing for your business partner. It was with your girlfriend? Wow!”
“Yeah, that one. Lexi’s her name. We had been together for a while and I was her first, so she hadn’t really... you know, explored sexually, at all. She kept telling me of these fantasies she was having of threesomes. I was imagining, you know, two girls, so I was up for it. But kind of thought it would never happen. They were just, you know, fantasies. Then one night we were hanging out with my roommate...”
I think I know where this is going. I bring my hand up to cover my mouth in shock. “You mean your girlfriend, your friend, and you?”
He clears his throat, getting annoyed with me, “Let me tell the story!”
“Sorry, go on, I won’t interrupt anymore.”
“Anyway, we were hanging out drinking one Friday after work and it kind of just happened. She started it and we went along with it.”
“Did you and your friend?”
“Fuck no. We both did her.”
“Oh, okay, like at the same time? How does that even work?” He runs his hands through his hair getting frustrated with me.
“And you called me vanilla?”
“Ha ha, so funny. I just want the details.”
“I fucked her pussy, while he fucked her in the arse. Is that detailed enough for you?”
“I didn't even know that was a thing. I’m obviously watching the wrong porn,” I mutter, covering my mouth again, half mortified, half turned on. “And then what, how are you still friends? How on earth did you look at each other the next day?”
He runs his hands through his hair again. “I don’t know, we just kind of pretended it didn’t happen, didn’t talk about it again, until a few months later when she told me she was in love with him as well. She said she was in love with both of us and didn’t know what to do. I was in shock. I probably should have seen it coming. When I look back now, I can see the signs were all there, but at the time I had no idea. So I ended it with her and we moved here.
“Did your mate know how she felt?”
“Yeah, he’s my best mate, we tell each other everything.”
“Wow, that's crazy, Blake. I’m sorry I made you tell me, I feel bad now. I thought it was just some random sexy story.”
“Don’t worry about it. It kind of feels good to talk to someone about it, you know?”
“Yeah, I do.” I check my watch and it's after 1am.
“They're going to be closing up here soon. You want to keep playing while you walk me home?”
“You want to keep playing after that?” He laughs at me.
“Yeah, I’m making a new friend. I like hearing your stories. Makes me feel like I’m not the only one who’s got a shitty life.”
He laughs at me again. “You're a strange one, Elena. Come on, let's go.”
“Blakie, if we're going to be friends you need to call me Elly.” He nods his head, and we link arms as we walk out the front doors onto the beach.
“You're going to have to hold me up. I'm a little drunk,” I giggle. He’s gone quiet now, deep in thought. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him to tell his story.
“We can walk up the beach. I know a shortcut home.” We stumble over to the beach and both take off our shoes. Then I grab his arm again.
“Okay, I think I need to even up this game,” I tell him. “One, I’m allergic to peanuts. Two, in high school, I was secretly in love with my twin brother’s best friend. Three, I've had a threesome.”
He gives me a sideways glance. “Well, I know you haven’t had a threesome after our last conversation, ‘Miss Vanilla’, so that was a bit easy.”
I just laugh at him and nod.
“In love with your twin brother's best friend, that sounds complicated. How did you keep that secret? I bet that would’ve been hard.”
“It was so hard. He didn’t have the best home life, so he was around our place a lot, like every weekend, and sometimes through the week too. When we were younger, the three of us hung out, riding our bikes or playing in our yard making up games. We were even on the same soccer team until I got too good for them,” I laugh. “I’m not good at sports at all! Then once we got to year nine, Drew and his friend were popular with the girls so they would hang out with their girlfriends. It was awkward and didn’t help that I was in love with him, so I made some new friends.” We stop walking when we get to the front of my house.
He brushes the hair out of my eyes. “You never told him how you felt?”
“He knew. After our graduation, we talked about it, and swear you will never
