But I couldn't bring myself to just go "Hey, wanna fuck?" to one of them. And even if I did, how was I supposed to choose which one? They were friends, best friends from what Carla had said. So wouldn't one get pissed if I chose the other? Was it really fair for me to choose one of them other the other?
I sighed and leaned back against the pool chair, closing my eyes and trying to push them both out of my mind. There was a ton of shit I should've been focused on that didn't involve two gorgeous men. The wedding was right around the corner and I needed to make sure it all went off without a hitch.
So why couldn't I stop thinking about them?
Carla poked me until I opened my eyes and looked at her. "You know I'm right...." she said with a grin.
Oh yeah, that was why.
Even if I'd wanted to, Carla wasn't going to let me stop thinking about either of them. Not until I'd fucked one of them at least.
I couldn't deny how much I wanted to either. I wasn't planning on acting on my fantasies though, not with the wedding looming over me. "Maybe after the wedding is over I'll think about it."
A normal friend would've let it drop and moved on to another topic. But not Carla. Especially not a tipsy Carla. "That'll be too late! If you don't jump on them soon, they're gonna move on to another girl. You need to snap one of them up while they're still interested and unattached. Besides, it's not like it has to be something permanent or anything. Just have a few days of fun. Trust me, it'll help you loosen up quite a bit."
I sighed, trying to figure out a way to dissuade her and help her move on. But nothing came to mind for some reason.
So when she started poking me again, I just sighed.
"Come on, all you've got left to do is decorate the banquet hall tomorrow. That leaves the rest of the day free. Go out with one of them. Hell, go out with both of them. One for lunch and one for dinner maybe. And if there's really nothing there, no spark between you guys, then I'll drop it, okay?"
Again, I sighed. What could I say to that? It was a perfectly reasonable request. And going out on a date with them wouldn't be all that bad. For all they were playboys, they both seemed pretty nice. Even if the constant flirting was getting old. Besides, it didn't seem like ignoring them was doing any good. They still kept flirting and my stupid mind wouldn't stop fantasizing about them.
So I might as well go out with them. Then, maybe, I could get them out of my mind once and for all. Plus, it would make Carla happy if I at least attempted to go out with a guy. It had been a long time since my last date. And it would be nice to go out with a guy again, even if it wasn't going to be something long-term.
"Fine, I'll do it, okay?" I said. Then, I downed the rest of my glass of wine, setting it down on the small table between us before grabbing my bag. "I'll go talk to them now, okay?"
Carla beamed at me, looking like she'd won the lottery. "Good luck!" she said, giving me a thumbs up.
So with a sigh, I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder, and headed back into the hotel to track the guys down. Something told me they'd be hanging out in the bar again. They both seemed like the type who really enjoyed drinking.
Which is how I found myself in the bar with Zack and Drew, laying out the deal for them. They both stared blankly at me, clearly having had a few drinks already. But they both nodded and accepted my term, and when I left the bar, I could feel their gazes burning a hole in my back as I fought the urge to look over my shoulder at them.
But the time I was alone in the elevator, I wanted to pass out. Going up to two guys and essentially giving them an ultimatum was so not me. I'd gotten pretty good at putting on a tough facade when I needed to get shit done, but I was much more comfortable just letting someone else take the lead and do all the heavy lifting for me.
It was one of the reasons Carla was my best friend. She was a natural leader, with a gift for being able to be assertive without coming across as bossy or bitchy. I had a feeling I was much more of the latter two whenever I tried to imitate her.
Which was one of the reasons I was so surprised the two of them had shown any interest in me after the first day. I'd been so flustered, between them being gorgeous and being stressed over the wedding. Then, I'd worked them like slaves trying to get the banquet hall set up perfectly.
But they kept coming back for more, no matter how badly I screwed things up. Were they masochists or something? I wondered briefly.
It seemed to be the only plausible explanation my silly brain could come up with for why they'd still be interested in me. Most guys would've moved on after the first day, but these two were either extremely stubborn or extremely stupid. I just wasn't quite sure which yet.
I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
It didn't really hit me until I got back to my room and laid down on my bed. I had a date tomorrow. For the first time in God only knew how long, I had a date planned. And not just one date, but two! Two dates with two extraordinary men.
What the hell was I going to do?!
I hadn't planned on going on dates while I was here! Did I have something to wear? What if they wanted to go somewhere fancy or something? Did I have any nice clothes with me besides my maid of honor dress? Should I make a quick run back to my apartment for some clothes?
Even if I did go back, what the hell would I grab? It wasn't like I could just stuff my entire wardrobe into my car and choose from it once I knew where we were going. Would I have time to run and grab something right before the date? Or would it be too pushy to choose the venue myself, this way I'd know I had the right clothes for it?
"Ugh!" I yelled out as I flailed around on my bed. At this rate, I was going to drive myself completely insane before the date even happened!
Finally, I pulled out my phone and texted Carla. "Are you still by the pool?"
My phone buzzed a few seconds later, signaling her response. "Of course! Where else would I be lounging with such yummy drinks?"
I was actually kinda impressed she'd managed to type all that so quickly and with such accuracy with how many of those yummy drinks she'd have had by now. "Good. Order me some wine, please. I'll be down in a second."
I stuffed my phone into my small purse and practically ran out of the room. I really needed that drink to help calm my nerves. But, more than that, I needed Carla. She'd be able to help me get my shit together before tomorrow. She was probably the only one who could help keep me from having a complete and total breakdown.
At least, I really hoped she could.
When I got back downstairs, she was lounging in the same chair where I'd left her. The pool area had cleared out a good bit, but was still lit nicely by torches places periodically. All in all, it made for a nice, relaxing atmosphere, which was just what I needed.
Carla must've sensed how stressed I was from the text. She didn't just get me a glass of wine. She'd gotten an entire bottle, an empty glass sitting next to it on the table. Damn, she was a good friend, I thought as I plopped down onto the chair and poured myself a glass.
"Well, what's going on?" Carla asked, peering at me over her glass again. It looked just like it had earlier, but I knew she had to have had at least three or four since then. And yet, despite the obvious flush in her cheeks and slight sway, her eyes were locked onto me like I had her full attention.
I took a long sip of the wine, then a closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a few moments, waiting for my heart rate to go back to normal. "I did it. I'm going out on a date with both of them tomorrow."
Carla's eyes went wide. She leaned forward and grinned at me. Clearly she hadn't actually expected me to go through with her idea. "No shit? Both of them?" Her grin widened. "Together or separately?"
"Separately!" I said instantly, my cheeks flushing.
But once again, Carla seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. What would it be like to go out with both of them together? Then I wouldn't have to feel guilty about choosing one over the other.
That would also mean possibly going to bed with both of them
afterwards.
Instantly, my mind filled with images of both of them naked, touching me, making love to me. I shuddered, feeling the blush creep from my cheeks into the rest of my body. My pussy responded at the same time, contracting and begging for attention.
I quickly put a lid on those thoughts. Now was not the time for this, no matter how much I wanted to revisit the fantasies I'd been having about the two of them.
I wasn't sure if it was the flushing or me squirming in my seat, but Carla was giving a wicked look now. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she knew exactly what I'd been thinking of.
"That's a shame," she said after a few moments. "I wonder what it would be like to be with both of them?"
You and me both.... But there was no way in hell I was going to say that out loud. "Better not let Josh hear you say that," I teased, figuring that was the safer response.
Carla laughed outright now. The wickedness in her eyes was gone, replaced by amusement. "Oh, trust me, he already knows. I've told him that his friends are hot. He doesn't care. It's not like I'd actually hook up with either of them. Not without his permission anyway. Besides, Josh is plenty to keep me occupied in bed."
That flush in my cheeks came back with a vengeance now. I knew Josh and Carla had already been intimate together, definitely not waiting for after their wedding, but I really didn't want to know any of the details. At all.
Every once in a while Carla would tease me with details, just because she knew it drove me nuts, but otherwise she was pretty good at keeping her sex life private. But when she was drunk like this, there was no telling what might come out of her mouth. The best option was to change the subject quickly.
"Can you help me figure out what to wear?" I asked, hoping getting on to one of Carla's favorite subjects, fashion, would be a good distraction from her sex life.
Just as I'd expected, Carla's eyes lit up. She looked practically giddy. "You know, if it wasn't already so late, I'd say we need to go shopping. Maybe we can go tomorrow morning? No, you're going to be getting the banquet hall all set up. Hmm..."
I could practically see the gears turning in her mind. If there was one thing Carla took seriously, it was fashion. We had to have spent a month doing nothing but planning what everyone was going to wear to the wedding. Not just her dress, but mine and the other bridesmaids, plus what Josh and all of his groomsmen would wear as well.
While I was worried about the wedding going off without a hitch, she'd been worried about everyone looking amazing. It didn't matter to her if the venue caught fire and the cake ended up being stolen by a group of homeless bandits, just as long as the wedding party looked amazing during the chaos.
So when it came to picking out the perfect outfits for my dates, she was the girl to go to.
Finally, Carla frowned, then downed the rest of her drink and stood up abruptly. She swayed for a moment, her eyes going wide, as if she hadn't realized just how drunk she was. She regained her composure pretty quickly though and grinned at me. "Bring the bottle. We've got work to do!"
I knew better than to argue with her when she was on a mission, even if she was drunk. Especially if she was drunk.
Before I knew it, we were up in my room, tearing my suitcase apart as Carla analyzed each and every piece of clothing. I just sat on the edge of the desk, sipping glasses of wine as Carla talked to herself. Clearly she wasn't all to thrilled with what I'd packed for the week. But, in my defense, I'd been planning on spending the whole week working, not going out on dates.
Carla had a few things set aside when she finally got through all of my clothes. Still, she didn't seem all that satisfied with her selections. Before I knew it, she had her selections bundled up in her arms and nodded toward the door. "Let's go."
"Where?" I asked, grabbing the bottle and following her out of the room toward the elevator.
"My room, of course! I think I've got some stuff that'll help."
That was Carla. She probably had three or four suitcases up there, stuffed full of clothes.
It didn't take long to get up to Carla's suite, but it was quite amusing watching her try to fish out her key and open the door, all the while juggling my clothes. Plus, she was still drunk off her ass.
And since I'd gone through about half the bottle of wine, I wasn't fair behind her when it came to being drunk.
Despite knowing full-well that Carla was drunk, I didn't even hesitate to give her full control over what I wore tomorrow. Even drunk Carla had a better sense of fashion than I did. If it was left up to me, I'd be wearing t-shirts and jeans all the time. It was only because of Carla that I owned as many nice outfits as I did.
It was a good thing Carla and I were pretty close in size, since it meant she could easily mix and match our clothing together. I have no idea how long we were up in her room, but by the time I'd finished the bottle of wine, Carla had a half-dozen outfits put together for me.
"There! Now no matter where they decide to take you, you'll have an outfit to wear." She put her hands on her hips and beamed at me, obviously pleased with her accomplishment.
And I had to hand it to her, looking at the outfits laid out on her bed, she really did work a miracle. It was a good thing she was resourceful, and carried a department store worth of clothes with her. She'd saved me the hassle of having to run back to my apartment or try to squeeze in a shopping before the first date.
"You're a miracle worker, you know that, right?"
Carla waved off the praise but still beamed at me. "Come on, I'll help you carry all this downstairs. Then, you need to get some sleep, Missy. I don't want you falling asleep during your date!"
Josh had been sitting there watching us with an amused look on his face. He'd been reading when we showed up, but I was pretty sure he spent more time watching his wife-to-be run around the room muttering to herself as she tossed clothes around like a tornado. Now though, he perked up, looking at me with an interested look. "Date? You have a date tomorrow? With who?"
My cheeks flushed. How could I tell him I was going out with his two best friends tomorrow? Wouldn't that make me sound like a slut, going out with two men in the same night?
But whether it was because she was drunk or it was just her natural personality, Carla didn't have any of the reservations I did. "She's going out with Drew and Zack tomorrow!"
Josh's eyes went wide, but he grinned. He looked at me, a familiar mischief behind his eyes. "Together?"
Once again, my cheeks flamed. Why did everyone have to ask that? Did they commonly go out with the same girl at the same time?
What the hell was I getting myself into?
Before I could open up my mouth to respond, Carla jumped in again. "Nope, separately. I think she's going with one for lunch and one for dinner. Right?"
I nodded mutely. I hadn't exactly hammered out the plans with either guy yet, but that had been my general assumption. Unless they had a better idea in mind.
Like going out on a single date with them together.
Stop it! I yelled at my inner self.
God, I really was going insane. Completely fucking insane.
Finally, Carla scooped up half of the clothes and I grabbed the rest and the two of us headed back down to my room. Until I was safely inside the room though, my heart pounded, wondering if I'd run into Zack and Drew along the way. Their room was on the same floor as mine, so there was a non-zero chance I'd run into them.
Thankfully, we made it there without any obstacles. If I had run into them, carrying arm loads of clothes down from Carla's room, I wasn't sure what I'd have said. My brain was so flustered and crazy, I wasn't sure I'd have done anything other than just have a complete meltdown.
When Carla left me with my outfits for tomorrow, I collapsed onto the bed. I should've put the clothes away, but I just didn't have the energy. So instead, I left them piled up on the desk, figuring I could deal with them in the morning. Which left me laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling and wonder how I'd gotten myself into th
is mess.
I still couldn't figure out why I was so edge about tomorrow either. It wasn't like I'd never gone on a date before. Sure, I hadn't gone on two in the same day before, but was that really all that different than any other date I'd been on?
And yet, there was something different about tomorrow. I just couldn't put my finger on it. If I'd been honest with myself, I'd have probably realized sooner just how attracted I was to both Zack and Drew, and not just physically either. Yes, they were both hot and sexy and would probably be amazing in bed.
But it was like there was another spark there. Something that was instantaneous and overwhelming and absolutely terrifying. Which was the biggest reason my entire body was going crazy. Physically, I wanted to walk down the hall, bang on their door, and let both of them have their way with me.
Mentally though, I wanted to cram everything into my suitcase and run far, far away until both of them were safely on the other side of the country again.
Instead, I did neither. I just laid there in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. Fantasy after fantasy went through my mind, driving my body nuts. Inter-spaced between those fantasies were all the different ways each date could go wrong.
Eventually, I fell asleep, still fully dressed with the lights on.
It was the worst sleep I'd had in a long time. My dreams were flashy and inconsistent, constantly switching back and forth. Things would go from be fantastic one moment to me drowning the next.
When I woke up the next morning, light was pouring into the room. I nearly jumped out of bed, scrambling for the alarm clock to check the time. It was nearly an hour after I'd planned to be awake, and I groaned.
My entire body was sticky with sweat, my clothes from yesterday clinging awkwardly to my body. When I glanced back at the bed, the sheets were a complete mess, soaked in my sweat as well, more evidence of my turmoil during the night.
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