THE THREESOME- PART 2

NOTE : In case you missed the first part of this story, read it here

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I wake up on Sunday morning with a horrified feeling and a fast pounding heart – the kind you get when you post a brave “I-don’t-give-a-fuck” FB status in the wee hours, only to wake up in the morning and realize you have to deal with people’s comments and the bravado has somehow escaped you. My mouth tastes stale and I am literally sick with anxiety. I groan in despair and wish I could just stay in bed this whole day- this whole week- till next Saturday passes.

Vicky, my roommate, is not back from home so I have our small bedsitter all to myself; and thank goodness! I can scold my bad judgment alone without Vicky’s disapproving voice.

I am hoping Regina and Jerald didn’t take it too seriously- my acceptance of the threesome pact. I can pretend it had been drunken talk. I could feign amnesia– my lecturer gave me a retake in acting but I am pretty sure I can pull such a stunt on them.

And right on cue, my phone vibrates from under my pillow. I sit up and stare at the pillow. It could be Jerry…or worse, Regina. Shit. Maybe I should go to my sister’s place this whole week. Ah! That won’t work. I have two CATs I can’t skive. I lean my arms on my bent knees and let the phone ring.

It stops after a while. Thank goodness!

It begins vibrating again…Shit!

What’s the worst that could happen really? I will just lie through my teeth and it’s not like they can prove I remember everything!

I grab the phone from under the pillow and its Jerry calling. This is a slight relief. Only problem is that he will probably see through me since we take acting classes together.

“Hey Jer…” I begin in a croaky I-just-woke-up-and-I-have-a-bad-hangover voice.

Jerry laughs, “You didn’t drink enough to get a hangover. Open the door.”

I glare at the door as if someone will start spraying bullets through it anytime. I am tempted to go peek, just to make sure. What the hell does he want now?! Argh!

I stick to my whinny, scratchy tone, and say, “I’m in bed.”

“Good, we can do a rehearsal of next Saturday,” he says, laughs and then now for real, someone knocks on the door.

I cancel the call and shout, “Go away!”

Of course he won’t. His place is a small distance away from mine but on a Sunday morning, after an all-night party, it is too great a distance for him to walk to and fro, without attaining some goal of his- whatever that is. Jerry hardly ever takes no for an answer and when he does, you probably have something to lose too so you’re even.

Sighing, I get off the bed and cringe when my feet feel the cold beige tiles of my room. Tip toeing like a cat with wet feet, I go open the door, and there he is; leaning on my side of the balcony and smoking on a cigarette like he’s this cool model on TV and that’s just his thing. Right this moment, I would fuck him-a stray thought passes and I chide myself. Choosing to glare disapprovingly at his cigarette, I scowl at him and grinning, he puts out his smoke on a small puddle of water on the balcony…all over the balcony… When did it rain?! My clothes were outside!

I shriek and forgetting I am barefoot and in my sleeping shorts I go lean over, next to Jerald and reach for my now wet and dripping clothes. I cuss and look to Jer not quite seeing him anymore. I have an audition tomorrow- I can’t go looking like crap! All my good jeans are rained on! I go into panic mode and try to think of friends my size.

“I like your shorts,” Jerald says out of nowhere and when I notice him again, he is looking at my behind in the small small shorts I sleep in.

I swat his head and I am about to playfully shove him when I realize that Brenda- who lives a storey higher and opposite my place- is hanging clothes and looking at us with “the eye”. Regina has friends around and she might not view me as a threat but there is no telling what sort of flowery tales girls can come up with.

I forget my audition predicament momentarily and walk back in to the house with Jerald in tow.

“You walk out with shorts like that and I’m supposed to act like am not seeing anything interesting?” he asks rhetorically closing the door behind him and going straight to the frying pan I had left my pancakes from yesterday.

“Don’t eat that! It’s my breakfast!” I sit on my bed and curl my chilled feet under my duvet. He takes a pancake and munches on it slowly, annoyingly. I throw my hands in despair.

“Ni nini na kurauka yote hii?” I ask reaching for the remote somewhere under my butt and switch on the TV.

He shrugs and chews more slowly on his pancake.

“I was first checking to see you aren’t backing out of jana’s deal…”

I blink not sure whether to act now or…

He points at me in warning, “…the threesome- yes. You agreed to it. And you were not that drunk so you’re not walking out of it.” He tries on his softest look then adds, “You promised.”

I laugh at his antics, “And I have to stick to my promise because…”

“Well, one, because we are friends and friends help friends get laid. So I’m helping you there,” he says walking to the TV and switches it off. I glare at him.

“You’re helping me get laid by you,” I point out and he nods his head.

“It’s the least I could do,” he grins and walks to my bed to sit. Shrugging, he continues, “Besides, don’t say you have never thought of it…” he smiles craftily and I refuse to confirm his suspicions. He leans his right arm on his bent knee and stares at me knowingly.

“So what?” I roll my eyes, “I have thought of sexing many of my friends. It don’t mean I will actually do it…”

“But aren’t you curious?” he grins and leans towards me like the devil.

“Not that curious,” I admit.

It strikes me that I could end this interrogation right now and it’s not like he will force me into anything I don’t want. But first, if only for an ego boost, I really need to know why they chose me.

He now crosses his legs on my bed and leans both his arms on them.

“Well, like you, I too have thought of “sexing” you, as you put it. I have thought of it plenty of times. But unlike you, I am curious enough to follow through. Plus I trust things to not be awkward between us so…”

“Huh? What if I fall for you?” I ask and immediately laugh at the ridiculous thought. Jerald merely smiles. After a while, jokes aside, I shake my head.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I know a threesome is something you really want to do- but I can’t do it. I really can’t.” I say and I am genuinely sorry. Part of me was kind of curious about sex with Jerald. He is taken, I know, but the threesome would have been a “legal” way for me to have a go at him. I’ve seen him work out severally and had pretty unholy thoughts of him and how great he could be in bed. Now that I can’t follow through, it’s quite a loss for me too.

He doesn’t seem fazed though. It’s like he expected this.

“I had a feeling you’d say that so I thought of including a piece of info that I think, might motivate you to consider the threesome, rather than backing out on it,” he cracks his knuckles and entwines his fingers under his chin. I don’t like the conniving look he has taken now.

A huge part of me is planning a big NO regardless of what he has to say but then, he drops the game changer and it’s all I can do to try and wrap my head around it.

“Regina has a thing for you; like a big time lesbian crush and shit. The threesome was actually her idea to get you to…you know- experiment.” He shrugs and brings one knee to his chest. “You on the other hand have always suspected yourself to be bisexual so I thought…” Jerald shrugs and smiles.

I have an idea what kicks he could get out of this, and I can also see that he has a hard time hiding how pleased he is, with the thought of this arrangement becoming a success.

And despite the weird turn this threesome idea has taken; despite the fact that I have never looked past Regina’s abhorrent red lipstick, I can’t quite bring myself to say no.

@Hellenmasido