Was this really happening? Shannon had planned a nice day at home with her cat and a computer full of photography in need of Photoshopping. Her sojourn into the basement was her break from work. Seriously! This was what she got when she tried to move on with her life?
“You’re an ass, Andrew. For your information, Ihavemoved on. And, yes, thereissomeone else now! I can hop into someone else’s bed as quickly as you!”
She marched down the street, fists pumping the rest of her body until anyone passing her had no choice but to jump out of her way. A few wayward tourists blanched to see her head of hair bouncing toward them, powered by nothing but her spite for the man chasing after her.
“What kind of guy are you shacking up with now, Shan?”
She stopped long enough to turn around and shout, “Who said it was a guy?”
Yeah, that felt good. Shannon had spent over three years listening to that guy not-so-coolly suggest they have a threesome with another girl. Shannon had always turned him down under the pretense that she would not be comfortable “sharing” him with another girl. In truth, she knew that she would not be comfortable withanygirl in the same bed as her.
Because whenever she thought about being with a woman, only one came to mind.
***
Memory #14
It wasn’t until I woke up that Saturday morning that I realized I had accidentally stood Jess up.
Well, maybe not accidentally. Maybe I had gotten drunk on my own the night before with the help of Kelsey and a guy she introduced to me.
A guy conveniently in my bed, as naked as the day his mother gave birth to him.
What the fuck was his name? Kevin? Devon? Some kind of name like that? Or maybe I’m completely wrong on every account. Maybe his name was so different, and I refuse to remember it because it’s like admitting I really am a slut.
“Fuuuuck,” I muttered, the hangover hitting me like a baseball to the side of the head. I wasn’t naked, but that didn’t mean we didn’t do anything the night before. A night that was a complete, black blur I would never get back. The last thing I remembered was getting out of class at four and going back to my apartment, where this guy and Kelsey sat around making Jell-O shots to celebrate the last night of freedom before the midterm march began. I probably accepted one because, fuck, who doesn’t want a Jell-O shot? Especially college-aged me! I’d take one now!
Did I have another one? Did I eat dinner? Considering how bloated I was, I probably ate fast food takeout. God knew all I wanted to do was throw some of it up.
I dragged myself to the bathroom I shared with Kelsey. She emerged from her room as soon I finished washing my face in the sink. Her chuckle implied she knew what had happened.
“Have a nice night with…” Nope. Still can’t remember his name.
“I don’t fucking remember,” I spat between my teeth and toothbrush. “I don’t remember anything about last night.”
“Aw, I’m insulted. I remember everything.” She leaned against the doorway, a smirk to save the ages gracing her face. “Including everythingwedid together.”
I dropped my toothbrush. “What?”
“You really don’t remember, huh?” Kelsey shook her head, as if she were offended. “You got drunk before we had the chance to order dinner. Sooo much pizza. Anyway, you didn’t have cheese-grease down your throat for three seconds before you tried making out with me.”
“What!”
“I said what I said.” She crossed her arms in a huff. Her large, baggy sleepshirt showed off her lack of a bra. Somewhere, from the deep recesses of my drunken memory, I vaguely recalled seeing her nipples more than once the night before.
Oh, fuck.
“Yeah, so, we threesomed.” Kelsey gestured to us and the man in my bed. “All over your bed. Your idea, by the way.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. You kinda checked out halfway through, though. Don’t worry. I made sure he didn’t mess with you.”
“So you two fucked on my bed. While I was right there.” I scoffed. “That’s not a threesome. That’s like… a hostage, cuckolding thing. Wait.” My head hurt.
“I bailed when I was done. If you want, though, I could help you get rid of him. Although I suggest you take a shower. You’re a little ripe.”
“Oh my God…” I splashed more water on my face. “I was supposed to meet Jess last night!”
