day.
“…..traveled
down the road and back again. Your heart is true; you’re a pal and a
confidant…”
My hand finally
wraps around the offending cell phone and I quickly hit the send button to stop
the song before I even get it out of my purse.
“Hello?” I turn
around to glare at Liz and Drew, mouthing the words “What the fuck?” to
them silently as I answer the phone. That just causes them to laugh even
harder.
“Wow, I didn’t
think you’d be awake yet after last night.”
The sound of
Carter’s voice makes me forget that my so-called friends put some stupid ass
song on my phone that I won’t be able to stop humming now.
“Did we have sex
last night?” I ask, having no shame whatsoever in the fact that I don’t
remember. Generally, I like to know why I wake up with no pants or underwear
on. It’s just a little quirk I have.
“Are you
referring to before or after we got home?” he asks.
“Uh, both?”
Carter sighs. “I don’t think you’re
awake or sober enough to discuss the sex we had before we got home.
After…well, I do believe sex was the general idea until I got your clothes off
and you puked on me.”
“Ooooh, sorry
about that,” I apologize sheepishly.
“It’s my fault.
I should have never introduced you to Drew,” he replies jokingly.
“He peed on our
chair,” I complain, giving Drew the two-finger eye salute.
“You puked on my
dick,” Carter deadpans.
“Fine, you win,”
I say with a sigh. “So where are you?”
“DUDE! LET ME
TELL HER ABOUT THE BACK DOOR ACTION ON THE BUS!” Drew yells into the phone as
he comes up next to me.
I turn to look
at Drew with a horrified look on my face.
“What are you
talking about?” I ask him. “Carter, what the fuck is he talking about?” I
screech into the phone. “Oh Jesus. Did I let you…did we…OH MY GOD WE DID THAT
ON A BUS SURROUNDED BY OUR FRIENDS?”
The laughter
comes from all around me now. Liz bends over so far in hysterics that she’s
fallen on the floor; Drew wipes tears out of his eyes as he leans against the
counter, and Carter was snorting on the other end of the phone.
“No! No, it’s
not what you’re thinking. Even though you begged me repeatedly saying, ‘Come
on just stick it in my ass!’ I figured that was not a decision you were making
with one hundred percent clarity. Tell me you at least remember being in the
bathroom with me,” Carter begs.
I put my elbows
up on the counter and lean my head against one hand, closing my eyes to try and
conjure up the bathroom rendezvous Carter speaks of.
Everyone
piles back on the bus after the third winery, a little louder and a lot
drunker. Carter slumps onto the leather bench, pulling me down next to him
until I am practically sprawled on top of him with my chest resting against
his. He holds my face in both of his hands, and as the bus starts moving and
our friends start yelling and goofing off in the front of the vehicle, he leans
in and kissed me. His tongue slowly pushes past my lips and sweeps through my
mouth causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach and warmth to
spread between my legs. After a few minutes he pulls his mouth away from mine,
and I let out a groan at the loss.
“You wanna go
in the bathroom?” Carter asks with a wag of his eyebrows.
“No. I don’t
have to pee right now,” I tell him as I leaned toward him so I can kiss him
again. He tastes so yummy, like wine and sunshine and kittens.
“I’m not
talking about going to the bathroom to GO to the bathroom. I’m talking about
going to the bathroom so I can stick it to you,” he says with a snort and a
laugh.
“You’re so
romantic. Say it again,” I tell him as I bat my eyelashes at him.
Carter looks
over my shoulder and then back down at me.
“Seriously.
No one is looking. We could sneak into the bathroom and no one would even
know. I’ll make it quick.”
“No really,
keep going. This is
“…..traveled
down the road and back again. Your heart is true; you’re a pal and a
confidant…”
My hand finally
wraps around the offending cell phone and I quickly hit the send button to stop
the song before I even get it out of my purse.
“Hello?” I turn
around to glare at Liz and Drew, mouthing the words “What the fuck?” to
them silently as I answer the phone. That just causes them to laugh even
harder.
“Wow, I didn’t
think you’d be awake yet after last night.”
The sound of
Carter’s voice makes me forget that my so-called friends put some stupid ass
song on my phone that I won’t be able to stop humming now.
“Did we have sex
last night?” I ask, having no shame whatsoever in the fact that I don’t
remember. Generally, I like to know why I wake up with no pants or underwear
on. It’s just a little quirk I have.
“Are you
referring to before or after we got home?” he asks.
“Uh, both?”
Carter sighs. “I don’t think you’re
awake or sober enough to discuss the sex we had before we got home.
After…well, I do believe sex was the general idea until I got your clothes off
and you puked on me.”
“Ooooh, sorry
about that,” I apologize sheepishly.
“It’s my fault.
I should have never introduced you to Drew,” he replies jokingly.
“He peed on our
chair,” I complain, giving Drew the two-finger eye salute.
“You puked on my
dick,” Carter deadpans.
“Fine, you win,”
I say with a sigh. “So where are you?”
“DUDE! LET ME
TELL HER ABOUT THE BACK DOOR ACTION ON THE BUS!” Drew yells into the phone as
he comes up next to me.
I turn to look
at Drew with a horrified look on my face.
“What are you
talking about?” I ask him. “Carter, what the fuck is he talking about?” I
screech into the phone. “Oh Jesus. Did I let you…did we…OH MY GOD WE DID THAT
ON A BUS SURROUNDED BY OUR FRIENDS?”
The laughter
comes from all around me now. Liz bends over so far in hysterics that she’s
fallen on the floor; Drew wipes tears out of his eyes as he leans against the
counter, and Carter was snorting on the other end of the phone.
“No! No, it’s
not what you’re thinking. Even though you begged me repeatedly saying, ‘Come
on just stick it in my ass!’ I figured that was not a decision you were making
with one hundred percent clarity. Tell me you at least remember being in the
bathroom with me,” Carter begs.
I put my elbows
up on the counter and lean my head against one hand, closing my eyes to try and
conjure up the bathroom rendezvous Carter speaks of.
Everyone
piles back on the bus after the third winery, a little louder and a lot
drunker. Carter slumps onto the leather bench, pulling me down next to him
until I am practically sprawled on top of him with my chest resting against
his. He holds my face in both of his hands, and as the bus starts moving and
our friends start yelling and goofing off in the front of the vehicle, he leans
in and kissed me. His tongue slowly pushes past my lips and sweeps through my
mouth causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach and warmth to
spread between my legs. After a few minutes he pulls his mouth away from mine,
and I let out a groan at the loss.
“You wanna go
in the bathroom?” Carter asks with a wag of his eyebrows.
“No. I don’t
have to pee right now,” I tell him as I leaned toward him so I can kiss him
again. He tastes so yummy, like wine and sunshine and kittens.
“I’m not
talking about going to the bathroom to GO to the bathroom. I’m talking about
going to the bathroom so I can stick it to you,” he says with a snort and a
laugh.
“You’re so
romantic. Say it again,” I tell him as I bat my eyelashes at him.
Carter looks
over my shoulder and then back down at me.
“Seriously.
No one is looking. We could sneak into the bathroom and no one would even
know. I’ll make it quick.”
“No really,
keep going. This is
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