“What? Why?”
“Because I just ate you and you sucked me off, we can’t go talking to other people with that on our breath!”
“Why not? I don’t mind if everyone knows I give good head.”
“That wouldn’t be polite,” he said while grabbing a bottle of mouthwash from the bathroom counter.
Jessica rolled her eyes, but still followed his lead. The strong scent of mint (mostly) replaced the taste of genitals from their lips.
—–
“No, I swear, I can do it!” Allison insisted, barely able to stand by herself. She had been trying to tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue for the past ten minutes. Eventually, she lifted a hand in celebration and let out a loud “Woooo!”, pulling out the stem. But when she held it in front of her face, it was still untied.
“Alli, stop, it’s alright,” Lucy said, trying to stop her from putting the stem back into her mouth with little success.
Jessica gently pushed Lucy away and grabbed Allison by the shoulder.
“Hess, I han ho it” the blonde said with the stem in her mouth.
Jessica grabbed the stem from between her lips and sucked it into her own mouth. Within seconds, she pulled the stem out, with a nice little knot in the middle.
“How you do that!?” Allison cried out indignantly.
“Babe, look at me,” she said while gesturing in the general direction of her fat body. “Mouth stuff is kinda my domain of expertise.” She looked back at Scott, who almost spit out a mouthful of beer when Jessica winked at him.
“I wish I could do it,” Allison lamented.
“But do you know what you can do,” responded Jessica, while handing her a red solo cup filled with orange juice and maybe a tad too much vodka. “You can gulp down a screwdriver better than anyone I know.”
They drank, smoked, and played games. Jessica showed off her billiard skills, beating Scott with a three-ball lead. Scott took it quite well, showing his sportsmanship. The stake of the game had been a bunch of hard liquor shooters, which Scott gladly downed.
Kayla was hard at work on her yearly tradition, trying to beat Allison’s dad’s high score on the arcade booth. There were many games on the hacked machines; Kayla had the high score in about half the games, Allison’s dad in the other half. But there was one game that never ceased to cause contention. The two traded the top Pac-Man high-score spot every year since the machine had been bought, leaving three-letters messages in the name entry. Kayla was really on edge this year, because Allison’s dad had managed to beat her last high score not once, but twice, leaving the names “IM” in first place and “BTR” in second place.
“i’M bEtTEr my ass, old man,” she muttered angrily when Jessica looked at the screen over her shoulder.
“You’re really going to spend the rest of the night watching this dumb screen?”
“Rest of the week, if need be.”
“What word are you gonna put on?”
“ASS!” She screamed with such passion that it made the others in the room stare at her.
“Wow. A devastating burn. Not at all the third-grader retort of a friendless dork.”
“I have an excuse. Am very drunk. I’m just much better than Alli at not showing it,” she said, nudging her head towards the bathroom door. The heavy music and the multiple conversations covered any sound coming from behind the closed door.
“Is she alone in there?”
Kayla nodded, without taking her eyes off the screen.
Jessica stared at the closed bathroom, then at Scott. “You gotta take care of your friends,” he would tell her. She rolled her eyes and sighed at the hypothetical words she made up for him in her own head.
She went to the bathroom door and knocked, then tried the handle; It was unlocked. Allison was bent over the side of the bathtub, heaving, but the smell of the room told Jessica that her friend hadn’t puked yet.
She closed the door, opened the ceiling fan, and remembering Scott’s hand’s message, filled a glass of water from the sink, before sitting on the side of the bathtub next to Allison.
“You okay Al?”
“Good, good. Made my hair a ponytail, not gonna get mah hair dirty,” her voice was strained.
“Drink this,” Jessica said while giving her the glass, her other hand rubbing Allison’s back.
—–
“Really, you’re fine with it?” Jessica asked her tipsy boytoy.
“Sure,” Scott said nonchalantly, “I mean, if she feels ill in the middle of the night, you can help her, it makes sense.”
Allison was asleep on the right side of their large bed, with a bucket by her side. If she did get sick during the night, she would probably be glad to have someone there to help her. Moreover, Jessica didn’t want her friend to be left alone after she passed out drunk in a house full of horny people.
“This means you and I, we’re not going to do anything freaky tonight,” she told him.
He looked back at her with a blank face. “Yeah, I know. Your friend is passed out on the side of the bed. We’re not fucking next to her.”
“And you’re fine with that?”
“Yeah? Why?”
“I don’t know, we kinda came here for sex, and tonight you’re not getting any. Aren’t you disappointed?”
Scott sat down on the bed, wearing his cute little thinking frown. He turned to Allison, as if to make sure that she was well asleep and not listening to their conversation, nevertheless, he whispered. “Jess, I didn’t come here just for sex. I came here to spend some fun times with friends. I mean, yeah, the sex is a plus, but I also like just chilling with the people here, swimming, drinking, playing pool. Kim even mentioned a place where he went fishing last year and he wants to take me to tomorrow.”
Jessica sat down next to him, placing her head on his broad solid shoulder.
“Scott?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think that…”
“That what?”
That you and I could ever be more than friends-with-benefits. That you could ever feel love for someone as messed up as I.
“Do you ever think that it would be fun to walk on the moon?” she asked, trying to think of something random and inane. She felt light-headed from the night of drinking, but sober enough to know that she was too drunk to have the talk with Scott right that moment.
“I’ve thought about it a lot, to be honest. The gravity is lighter so you can jump very high.”
—–
Jessica was blissfully asleep when someone gently shook her arm; It didn’t wake her. They talked loudly in her ear; It didn’t wake her. The glass of water dumped on her face did wake her.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” screamed the drenched redhead.
“Wake the fuck up, Jessica. We have a code red, red alert, DEFCON whichever is the worst number.” Lucy’s voice had none of its usual nonchalance.
“I’m trying to sleep here! You have no right to disturb me like this! Scott, use your big muscles to throw her out of the room!”
“Jess, it’s noon. Scott has been up for like three hours.”
Jessica groggily sat up and looked around, observing that there was indeed no himbo laying by her side. Allison was also gone, along with her bucket. Outside the room, she could hear the loud clanking sounds of billiard balls being hit and wondered how she could’ve slept through that. Her eyes finally went back to Lucy as she stretched her neck with a loud crack.