“Remember I told you I let myself get fucked by a total stranger?”
“That’s him? Sam Minton? You’ve got to be kidding.” Evan was staring at the image from the privacy room. “That’s him? That’s you?”
“That’s him. That’s me.”
“Jesus.” He pushed her face down on the washing machine, pulled her legs apart.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at your cheating asshole. I’m looking at my cock up against it, what it looks like as it slides right in.”
“What does it look like?”
“It looks great.” He started to fuck her, very slowly.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the view. What’s the rush? There’s still twenty minutes to go in the wash cycle.”
“What if my mother…”
“Who knows? Maybe she used to do this.”
“Oh my God!” Was she going to turn into her mother? Soft and sweet and round? Never. Never.
“Hi dear.”
“Hi Mom.” There was her mother’s voice, back behind her somewhere.
“I see you and Evan are catching up. Remember the time you caught your father and me doing that?”
“No.”
“You were about three years old, just standing there staring at us. After that we stuck to doing it in the bedroom.”
“Time to load the dryer.” That was Evan. She realized she had dozed off. Twenty minutes. Hadn’t she heard something about twenty minutes on the wash cycle?
“Did my mother?”
“Your mother what?”
“Nothing. I must have been dreaming. You just kept fucking me the whole time? While I was sleeping?”
“Yep.”
“You came in my asshole? While I was sleeping??
“A couple times.”
“Jesus, I need the bathroom.” Which fortunately was right there, because when she stood up there was stuff dribbling down her legs. She barely sat down before everything emptied out in a rush. Shower, she needed a shower. A nice long quiet one. But Evan was in the bathroom, peeing in the pot, flushing it to scald her, then taking his clothes off to come in with her and steal her hot water. He was horny again. Rubbing behind her.
“Didn’t we just do that? Let’s try the other way around.”
“I thought maybe we’d do that when we were in the hotel?”
“You want to go to sleep?”
“Not really.”
“Well then.” She went out to the laundry room and found the strap-on.
“Maybe we should do it in the bed?”
“Might be messy. You’re just lucky it wasn’t a mess in the laundry room.”
“Really. Too much information.”
“Lean over the sink.” He could look into the mirror and see her behind him, ready to poke the thing into his butt. Kissing down his back. Then pushing his legs apart to lick the back of his balls.
“Ooh, that is wild. What are you doing?” No reply. Well, her tongue was busy. He was ready to come just from the touch of it. Then she was back again, pushing into him. Even with the tongue preparing the way he was tight. It hurt, but he wasn’t going to complain.
She was grabbing his wrists. “No cheating. We do this until I see you come. Or it’s time to leave.”
“What about folding the laundry?”
“You know what? You are totally lacking in romance.”
“This is your idea of romantic?”
“You know that pic you saw? Of me and Sam? Think about that. About being me. About what it would be like to have that huge thing inside you, filling you, making you glow.”
She started to sing. “I could have fucked all night, I could have fucked all night, and still have fucked some more. I could have spread my twat, and let him find the spot, he never found before.”
“Where the hell did that come from.”
“Sorority. Long time ago.”
The dryer stopped. “Shit.” She pulled out, found a wash cloth to wipe his butt and the dildo. She walked out to the laundry room still wearing the strap-on.’
“What the hell?”
“We aren’t finished yet. It’s not even five yet.”
“You really are in a strange mood.”
“Good mooorning!”
“Oh my God, it’s your mother!”
“Ann?” That from the direction of her room with a bed untouched. “Oh, naughty, naughty. Ann? Evan?” That with more alarm as the guest bedroom was untouched also. “Sweeties?” That coming closer. Ann was paralyzed, unable to pull on some of the clean clothes. Unable to even ditch the strap-on. “Ann?” Her mother poked her head past the laundry room door, withdrew immediately.
“It’s only five. Mom.”
“We need to leave by six. Did you try on your dress?”
“No. Where is it?”
“On your bed, sweetie.”
“Oh.”
“You need to try it on. Now.”
“Okay.”
Evan had retrieved his clothes. He went out into the hall, returned with the dress. “Maybe you should take off the dildo?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“You okay?” That was a dumb question.
Ann gave a weak nod, then rushed off into the bathroom to vomit. “Better now.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh who knows. Too much sun, too much booze, too much sex. The Southwest chicken salad …” she gagged, and rushed off to vomit some more.
“Does is fit okay honey? Do I need to take it in?” Her mother came back to find her daughter still naked, in obvious distress.
“Upgrade. First class. Free drinks.” Ann managed to croak that much out.
“She was like this when I picked her up,” Evan said.
“Sick?”
“No, just really, really wasted.”
“And you spent the whole night taking advantage of her?”
“Mom, we’re engaged.”
“Do you think you can get the dress on, without messing it up?”
“Maybe. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” That was enough to make her mother wince. She was sprinting back to the bathroom. “Okay, there’s nothing left.”
“Wipe your mouth off.”
“Okay, okay.” She rinsed all of herself off, brushed her teeth, gargled. She almost felt human again. The bridesmaid dress was turquoise, soft sort of silky chiffon fabric, semi transparent, not much more than a sundress. “What is this?” She tried it on. Slit on either side almost to the waist, top not much more than a couple of straps barely covering her breasts.
“The theme of the wedding is Afternoon of a Faun,” her mother said. “You’re supposed to be Greek nymphs.”
“I was doing Afternoon of a Faun all week,” Ann giggled. “Really, what am I supposed to wear under this? It’s going to show if I wear a bra. Same for panties.”
“Leotard?” her mother suggested. “Maybe we can pick one up on the way there.”
“Isn’t this an outdoor wedding? What’s the weather forecast.”
“Mid nineties.”
“No way I’m wearing a leotard. It’ll just turn transparent anyway if I start sweating.”
“Are you packed?” That was her mother nagging again.
“Suitcase out in my car,” Evan said.
“What about you, sweetie?”
“How the fuck can I be packed? The stuff is still in the fucking dryer. Sorry. Look what is it, just one night? I’ve still got the cosmetics packed, okay bathing suit, some undies, sundress. If we go out later, I’ll wear up the jeans skirt and a top.”
“Nightgown? Robe? Pool shoes? Okay, what do you want for breakfast?”
“Maybe I’ll skip breakfast.”
“Evan?”
“What are you making?”
“Maybe some of those frozen waffles?’
“Mom, if you heat those up I’m going to be sick again. Isn’t there a brunch before the ceremony?”
“At eleven. A long time from now. Maybe you could sit out on the front porch?”
“Fine.” There was barely a hint of light. Almost midsummer, but it was so early the stars were still out. She started to sing. “They’re like the stars on a summer’s morning. First they appear, and then they’re gone.” Never had she felt so close to the song. She’d taken her heart out of its golden casket, she’d thrown caution to the winds, she’d lived as if there was no tomorrow. And now tomorrow was here, and she felt really, really shitty. Marry Evan, support him through the rest of law school, live off his salary while they had children? Had she really promised she would do that? Well, something like that had worked out for Brad and his wife. Who knew? Maybe someday Evan would be a famous politician, mayor, senator, governor, even president. Hadn’t Brad been struggling at the same age, and look at him now.