by Julia Kent
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Live a little, he thought. Shake it up. Sit somewhere new.
Ah, Dylan, you wild and crazy guy.
Homemade pasta, meatballs, salad and garlic bread was probably the most stereotypical Italian meal he could have cooked, but it seemed to hit the spot for everyone. Laura ate with great gusto and Dylan admired that. So many women he dated ate like they were competing in American Idol: Anorexia Edition.
She couldnt possibly eat more than Mike, though, who managed to eat the share of a seventeen-year-old football player going through a growth spurt. With a tapeworm. And a hollow leg.
Three plates later, Thor pushed himself back from the table and finished off his wine. “Amazing, Dylan. Really. ”
“Thanks. ” Dylans stomach stretched just enough to make him want to unbutton his jeans. And he would have, if Laura werent here.
“Oh,” Laura groaned, setting down her fork. “I give up. ” She turned to Dylan and put her elbow on the table, chin resting in her palm. “That was the best dinner anyone has ever cooked for me. ”
“Ready for dessert?” he asked. They both groaned and put up their hands in protest.
“How about a movie, first?” Mike asked.
“Which one?” Mike liked some really weird shit, like those Christopher Guest movies. Not “The Princess Bride,” which was a classic even Dylan liked, but the ones where people talked to each other like they were on some pretentious stage doing improv designed by a philosophy professor at a dog show as filmed by the Farrelly brothers.
“Lets let Laura pick. ” Mike bowed slightly, in deference to her. Mike always knew what to say. It made Dylan feel like an idiot sometimes. So, in retaliation, he totally hogged the spot next to Laura on the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on the television, flipping to an on demand service.
“Comedy?” Dylan suggested. Laura looked between the two men, reading them. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from the wine and she seemed to have let down her guard a bit, relaxing into the sofa with a patterned throw pillow in her lap. He loved seeing her like this. Just being. And there went his body, tingling and rising to the occasion.
The occasion Mike had squashed. Squash this, he thought, wiggling just enough to take the edge off his discomfort. Mike nudged past their knees and took his place on the other side of Laura. She looked to the left and to the right and seemed bemused.
Grabbing the remote from him, Lauras soft touch made him close his eyes and exhale. Garlic. Elephant amounts of garlic on his breath. Mammoth levels of garlic.
Leaning in toward her, he smelled it on her breath, too. Mike probably reeked, too, which made him relax. OK. It was all good. If everyone smelled like an Italian restaurant, then there was no need for breath mints.
Laura settled on a comedy he and Mike happened to have watched a few weeks ago. They exchanged a wordless glance of understanding; dont question it. The film was funny enough to enjoy again, and she seemed to be a bit nervous suddenly. Whatever it took to keep everyone happy was what they needed right now.
Even if it meant laughing all over at a movie theyd thought was just OK. Besides, right now, his attention wasnt exactly focused on the television screen, with Lauras warm body next to his, the rise and fall of her chest in his peripheral vision, her fingers worrying the wine glass stem. She wriggled and settled in place, crossing and uncrossing her legs, finally gulping the last of her wine and leaning forward to place her empty glass on a coaster.
Heat from her body disappeared and left him feeling colder than hed expected, and then Mike burst into laughter, followed by Lauras surprised giggle. Something funny in the movie. He could only give it half his attention because the entire room came into sharp focus suddenly, as if he were watching them from above. A quiet night, capped with a decent, funny movie about some modern woman who was insecure, some man whod hurt her accidentally, some big misunderstanding that needed to be unraveled, supported by each persons best friend as plot devices.
Add a second man and you had, well, them. All three.
Here they sat, laughing at it on the big screen.
Mikes legs were stretched out on the coffee table, ankles crossed. Laura leaned back in and slouched a little, head cocked to the left. Dylan clutched a pillow and let the glow of the TV wash over them all. They were just three friends hanging out, watching a movie after a great meal.
The tiramisu hed soon spring on them was soaking in flavor.
He was soaking in all of this.
Self-assured, he stretched his arm behind Laura and rested one hand on his shoulder. A little smile played on her lips as she pretended to be completely absorbed by a movie that really only needed five of your brain cells to compute.
Mike caught his eye. Looked at his hand. Nodded.
Life was good.
Chapter Three
Knock knock. “Wha?” Laura sat up. Who in the hell knocks at 6:11 a. m. ?
Bang bang bang. “Laura?”
Josie does. “Lost my key!” she whispered.
I never gave you a new one, Laura thought, shuffling to the door. Daylight was a glaring bitch this morning, sunlight aggressively spilling through her apartment.
“You know, they have these places,” Laura said sharply as Josie walked past her, into the kitchen, and grabbed the coffee sack. “Theyre called coffee shops. Professional coffee people make it for you and you give them these green pieces of paper and you get to drink it. ”
“Green pieces of paper?”
“Or silver coins. ” She yawned. “Or plastic cards. ”
“But they dont have stories about threesomes like you do. ”
“Oh, Im sure if you ask around enough someone will. ” She scooped the coffee with a slightly shaking hand. Could you have a tiramisu hangover? Jesus, Dylan had used a lot of rum in that delightfully scrumptious dessert. Pressing a few buttons, she got the coffee going and plopped down in a kitchen chair.
“Youre here to interrogate me, arent you?” she said, resigned.
“So whassup?” Josie stretched the word out in an annoying mimic of an old beer commercials frog actors. “You a little sore today? That Dylan might be short but Ill bet he has a dick the size of a coke can. ”
“Ewwww!” Close, she thought. But shed never tell Josie that!
“I just crossed over my own line. ” Josie held out her palms in a surrender gesture. “Sorry. TMI. I blame caffeine deficiency. ”
“Blame your genetics. Your moms way worse. Remember how she announced to everyone in the marching band our freshman year that you needed to use non-chlorinated tampons because you couldnt bear to experience another rash – and then had pictures to warn other girls away from – ”
Josie shuddered and interrupted loudly. “No, yo mama. ”
“No, yo mama!” Were they really back in seventh grade? Yeesh.
“I dont have a mama. She died that day. ”
Laura chuckled. “You wish shed died that day, because three years later when we graduated, there she was at commencement, under the bleachers, banging the band director. ”
“She likes a little pomp with her circumstance. ”
“She made it clear to the whole auditorium how much she liked his wand. ”
“Topic change!” Josie shouted, leaping for the coffee maker.
“Her crescendo, too, was – ”
“Oh, my God, stop!”
“Oh, dear. Am I going too far?” Laura said facetiously, playing it up. “Have I crossed a decency boundary? Have I made you uncomfortable talking about sex?”
“My mothers sex – ”
“I wouldnt want to force you to talk about anything so prurient. That would be being a bad friend, now, wouldnt it?” Josie finally got the hint.
"Was it weird? Being with two guys like that? I mean, and not sleeping with them?"
Laura rubbed her eyes. Why was Josie getting on her last nerve lately? She was still angry with her for pouring everything out to Mike and Dyla
n. Why not make her walk around naked with a sign that said "Ask Me Anything"? If your best friend couldnt keep your secrets, who could? That night at Jeddys had been one of the most stressful and surreal in her entire life, warlock balls and all. When shed learned, later, what Josie had told the guys, after Dylan blurted it all out in a tiramisu-induced haze, shed come home and nearly killed Josie.
The morning coffee routine was getting old. What wasnt getting old, though, was this developing relationship between her and the guys. The guys. Even that was surreal and weird. Ah, hell – nothing about this threesome wasnt bizarre, so she was getting tired of labeling it all as outside the mainstream. It just was. No getting around that. An internal argument deep within her raged on, one part telling her this was madness and a stronger, more settled part humming along nicely, ignoring the part that screamed "freak!"
Speaking of freaks, Josie was saying something through sips of java. "If you kiss one of them, do you have to kiss the other?"
"Huh?" Laura poured herself a cup. Might as well benefit from the fruits of her labor. That, and she needed the jolt. Yet another uncomfortable conversation with Josie, though she had to admit that the girl definitely helped sometimes, making her think about things she hadnt considered. Like this?
"Does it have to be 50/50? If you sleep with one, do you have to sleep with the other? Or is it always a threesome? Is there always double, well – you know?"
Freak! "You actually sit around contemplating these things, Josie? Seriously?"
She had the decency to pinken a bit. "Who doesnt?"
"Most of the rest of the world. " Sip. If she didnt fill her mouth with something it would soon be full of words shed regret saying. Please. This was devolving quickly into voyeurism. Laura was surprised by how annoyed she was becoming. Josie was always inquisitive. It was just who she was, and as aggravating as she could be at times, it had never troubled Laura this much.
Josie shot her a wary look. "I just. . . no, I dont sit around dredging up embarrassing questions to ask you, Laura. " Her tone of voice conveyed hurt feelings. "But its natural, I think, to wonder. Most threesomes are one-night-stand kind of deals. What you have is so out of the realm of normal that it makes me think. Philosophize and stuff, about what it means for the long haul. "
Aha. And that was it. That was why this bothered Laura so much.
Because, damn it, Josie was right.
"What youre doing, Laura, is fascinating to watch from the outside. Plus, yeah, I am demented. So sometimes my mind just. . . goes there. And I found myself wondering what it felt like, eating dinner with two guys, snuggling on the couch with two guys, wanting affection – but not sex – and having to, what? Pick? Kiss both? Cuddle in a sandwich?"
That made Laura laugh. "I thought it would be weird, too. It kind of was, at first. Mike made a big spectacle of making sure I knew they didnt expect sex. I knew what he was doing. He really was just trying to be nice and to help me relax. " She let out a puff of air. "And it was good and kind and all that, but it pissed me off. I still dont know what they were thinking, hiding the truth about their relationship from me. "
"Theyre not gay. " Josie started to unpeel a banana from Lauras fruit bowl.
