Elliott

 

“What’s up?” I ask Jake when he calls.

“Where are you?”

“I’m walking to catch the train. I’ve been at the hospital.”

“Why did you go back to work already?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I want to be off tomorrow night to see Sailor. You were with her last night, and you get her tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re leaving in a few minutes. I called to find out what you decided. I didn’t want to put her in an awkward position by asking her what you said last night.”

“She told me she needed to date both of us until she figured shit out. I told her it’s not what I wanted, but I would deal with it.”

“So, you didn’t listen to what I said.”

“I did listen, but I don’t want to share her indefinitely or forever. I’m willing to give her a little time to decide what she wants, but she has to choose at some point.”

“Whatever you say, Doc.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve had a shitty day, and I still have to go chew my mother’s ass for never telling me about the baby, so I’m getting off here.”

“Don’t wait up tonight.”

“You’re a dick.”

“But you love me, anyway.”

“This is fucking messed up. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, but what other choice do we have?”

“You could go back to your man-whoring ways. That’d be a big help.”

“Now who’s being the dick?”

“Aww, are you butt hurt? I probably have some cream for that in the condo.” He starts to reply, so I chuckle and end the call.

Jake’s my good friend, and I don’t want this situation to ruin our friendship, but I can’t picture another outcome. This ordeal sucks.

 

***

 

I need a stiff drink after visiting my mother and dwelling on Sailor being with Jake. Once I’ve changed into my sweats and a hoodie, I take a bottle of whiskey, along with a glass, out to the terrace. It’s chilly tonight, but I welcome the crisp air.

It was a waste of time confronting my mother. She did what she always does and made excuses as to why it was best I never knew about the baby.

I imagine like Sailor’s parents, mine were ashamed that I slept with her after Rebecca died, but we were young, confused and hurting.

The only regret I have is that I wasn’t there for Sailor when she needed me the most. That won’t happen again.

Damn, I’ve got to stop wishing I could change the past. I pop my neck, wishing like hell the tension I’ve been carrying around would go away.

Sailor’s sexy giggle…

I hear it before I watch Jake shove a chair aside and bend her over our dining room table.

“We were supposed to sit here and eat the dessert we brought home,” she says, giggling again.

“You are dessert.”

Taking a slow drink of my whiskey, I weigh my next move. The sliding door is open, the moon casting light on this fucked-up situation. It’s one that has driven my pulse from 60 to 120 in seconds.

He tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth.

I should stop watching.

I should…

We occasionally fuck girls where we know the other could watch. I guess it’s been an unspoken gift to make up for the rest of the time when we’re dicks to each other.

But this time is different.

This time, he’ll be furious if I watch.

Maybe it’s a test to see if I’ll shut the damn door.

To determine if I’ll turn away and let him keep her to himself.

Fuck that shit.

If he wants to share, we’ll start right now, and I’ll see how much Sailor likes to take it from behind.

Jake’s jeans are at his upper thighs as he rolls on the condom and lifts Sailor’s deep purple dress. She likes to wear loose ones, and maybe it’s due to a subconscious fantasy. The sweet teacher wants a man to have easy access to her pussy.

She palms the table, and as Jake slides his cock right into her, she turns her head my way and presses her cheek against the wood.

I inhale sharply and hold it. Her eyes are closed, but they’re going to open. They’re going to open, and she’s going to fucking see me, and the anticipation of what she’ll do makes it hard for me to exhale.

I finally do, and it’s as if the air skips from my lungs in short puffs of exhilaration. I take another drink, and it’s difficult for me to swallow.

My dick’s hard as nails.

Her skin is flushed.

Fuck, this could end badly, but I can’t stop watching my friend slam into her or deny how she’s enjoying it. Her lips part, and she opens her eyes lazily. Shit.

Locking her gaze with mine, Sailor widens those dark portals, and I notice how her body stiffens. I think we’re now both holding our breaths.

She snaps her eyelids shut to pretend I’m not there, or maybe she’s considering what to do. She slowly opens them, and the way she fixes her dark eyes on mine, never letting them go, is almost too much for me to take.

I feel a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. A desire so strong I could combust. Jake might be physically fucking her, but it’s as if I’m the one pleasuring her, or maybe it’s Sailor pleasuring me.

My cock aches, and all I want to do is reach in my sweats and stroke it. Their bodies slap together, and I can tell they’re both close to orgasming from the sounds of their breathing, the way Jake’s moving faster, and from how Sailor has balled her hands into fists.

She closes her eyes again, the pleasure becoming too much, and as she falls into the abyss, her orgasm pushes Jake over the edge with her.

Panting, Sailor opens her eyes again, and her forehead scrunches, the lines across it a paragraph I can read. She just realized she was thinking about me while she should’ve been thinking about Jake.