Chapter Twenty-Two

Marcy calls bullshit right away. I don’t blame her either, I mean, I’ve cried wolf enough times for her to think I’m making it up. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it were bullshit too. One of my thousand or more fantasies about the twins next door, only this time it actually happened.

“You fucked all night?” Marcy says, her voice, her expression, her body language all pointing towards the realms of total and utter disbelief.

I go red just thinking about it. “Not all night”, I say, “but until Mom came home.”

“Give me it”, Marcy says, holding out her hand.

“What?” I say.

“The notebook, give me it”, she repeats.

I can help but laugh. “Fine, if you don’t want to believe me”, I say, sitting back on the bed at the centre of the crime scene, my arms folded, my expression apathetic, satisfied that it doesn’t matter either way to me.

“Both at the same time?” Marcy says after awhile.

I nod.

“You slut!”

“Come on!” I say, about to defend myself. “A bit, I suppose”, I eventually settle on.

“I still don’t believe you”, Marcy says, finally coming around. “Just for the record.”

“Marcy, it was, fuck, I can’t even tell you how good it was”, I say.

“Is it true?” she asks.

“Marcy!” I rebut, cheeks reddening again. “All of it.”

“Fuck”, she settles on.

I nod. “I can’t believe it actually happened. I thought they were going to come over here and talk about their mom and my dad, you know, how we handle it moving forward. I didn’t think-.”

My mind goes back to it and it cuts me short. Marcy sees it and throws a pillow in my direction.

“I think I liked you better when you were just making this shit up”, she says. “So where are they now?”

“Right now?” I ask. “I don’t know. Back at the hotel I guess, or seeing friends before they have to head back. I don’t know. I kind of don’t want to think about the immediate future right now when I’m still very much in the immediate past.”

“And here I was thinking you were a good little girl”, Marcy says, still shocked.

“You are the first person that knows I’m not a good little girl”, I say.

“So, you finally fucked Donkey”, Marcy says. “I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“Nor me”, I say, still having difficulty assimilating it. “You know when you want something to happen for so long and then finally it happens?”

“Like winning the lottery?” Marcy asks.

“Yeah, a little bit like that”, I say.

“And?”

“Well, I guess I’m just in shock right now, that’s all. None of this seems real.”

“Are you sure you’re not bullshitting me?” Marcy says, eyeing me suspiciously.

“I promise”, I say. “You know I don’t write those kinds of stories anymore, not with the right names in anyway.”

“So what now?” Marcy asks.

“Good question”, I say. “Now they head back to Louisiana and we all have to work out how to make it work long distance.”

“They want that?” she asks.

“They say that’s all they’ve ever wanted”, I say, hardly believing it myself.

Marcy takes a cigarette out of her packet, presses it to her lips where it sticks even with her mouth open, and heads to the window.

“Kind of sucks that they moved away”, she says, leaning out to look at the house next door.

“Yeah”, I say, trying not to think about it.

“And all that shit with your dad and their mom, that’s fucked up. What are you going to do if they suddenly decide to tie the knot?”

I join her by the window and together we look at the yard out front of both of our houses. The patch of grass I puked on at the beginning of the summer still hasn’t recovered.

“That will never happen in a million years”, I say, even if I don’t believe it.

“What, like you and Donkey never getting together?” Marcy reminds me.

“You’ve got a point”, I say.

“I suppose you’ll have to cross that bridge when you come to it”, Marcy says. “There are other more important things to work out first, like which positions best suit a threesome, how you are going to get your sexy white ass to Louisiana to carry this on, and when you’re going to invite me to join you?”

I push her playfully. “It’s a closed group”, I say. “And it isn’t something kinky either, just so you know.”

“Don’t tell me, you all love each other, right?”

For the third time my cheeks flush red. Marcy finishes her cigarette, crushing the cherry out on the wall to the side of the window, and tosses the butt up towards the gutter, missing her intended spot by a meter or so.

“I hope they’re not playing you”, Marcy says. “I know you wouldn’t have written that into your fantasy so you may never have considered it, and not having all that much experience to draw on kind of puts you at a disadvantage, but men, you know, are animals at the end of the day. They like to fuck.”

“And?” I say skeptically.

“Just don’t get hurt, princess”, Marcy says, sarcastically. “Don’t be the challenge fuck they gave each other on their return home, nor the Madison girl of a handful of others.”

“Donkey aren’t like that”, I say.

“All men are like that”, Marcy says.

We return to the bed together. “You’ve had a bad experience”, I say.

“I’ve had a number of bad experiences, and each time I think it’s going to be different, but it isn’t. Just look at your parents, Donkey’s too. Fuck, look at the parents of nearly all of the people we went to school with, mine included.”

“Donkey are different”, I say again. “I don’t know how I know, but I just know. Last night it was like-.”

Marcy is looking at me suspiciously.

“Seriously”, I continue. “It was like I saw inside them what I’ve had inside me for all this time.”

Marcy laughs. “Big dicks will do that to you.”

I hit her with the pillow. “You are such a dirty minded slut”, I joke.

“Takes one to know one”, Marcy chants back.

“I mean it”, I say. “I’m sharing something special with you and you’re reducing it to nothing more than porn.”

Marcy gets up onto all fours and begins to moan. “Oh, yeah, ah, yeah that’s it, fuck me harder Jack.”

“You are such a dick”, I say, trying not to laugh.

Marcy spreads her legs even wider and then pretends to suck an imaginary dick as well.

“Fuck my mouth, Zach, make me a dirty slut.”

I keep quiet until her performance is over, looking at her with as much shame as I can muster. Marcy doesn’t care, though, and just laughs it off.

“We’ll see”, I say. “If we love each other we’ll make it work.”

“I hope so”, she says. “Because my sex life is so dead right now I need your sexy stories.”

A thought just occurs to me. “No one knows about this, got it?”

Marcy closes an imaginary zip between her lips. “This is far too good to share”, she says. “I promise. Just between me, you and Donkey.”

“Thank you.”

“So when is round two?” Marcy asks, her eyes lighting up.

“Round four”, I correct her, “I’m hoping will take place today.”

“You are a slut”, Marcy jokes again.

“Today, tonight and tomorrow morning”, I say, “And then we’ll see. By then we’ll probably be on round twelve already and still going strong.”

“You’ll wear them out”, Marcy says.

“Believe me, these boys can go for much longer than your average guy.”

“And how exactly would you know that, Jennifer?” Marcy asks.

I lie back on the bed. I suppose she’s right. I guess I don’t know if their stamina is normal or not, but from what I’ve heard, I can’t imagine everyone is like these two.

“Oh, you know”, I say. “I’ve heard things.”

“Things?” Marcy says, lying alongside me.

“Things”, I confirm.

She takes me hand. “Promise me one thing”, she says, serious now.

“Shoot.”

“When you and Donkey are deep into your menage relationship however that is supposed to work, you won’t forget about me.”

“Come on!”

“I mean it, Jenny. You know you mean a lot to me, I just don’t think I’m prepared to lose you just yet”, she says.

I turn to her. “I promise you’ll still be my best friend, even when Donkey and I are deep into our menage relationship.”

“Thank you”, Marcy says. And then after a while “Now, tell me again exactly what they both did to you.”