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“I hope you will. But not too obvious. Nothing on my neck.”
That was the switch that set the rest of the night in motion. I took Wesley out onto the dance floor where we forgot about everyone else around and focused on each other. At one point I saw Porter making out with her mystery dance partner. Jill disappeared, probably to fuck some younger guy upstairs in her room, and Ben was busy talking to someone at our table.
I dragged Wesley over to the table. There was no way I was letting go of the guy. He was going to be my fuck buddy whether he knew it yet or not. As we plopped down at the table and
Wesley ordered us another round of drinks, I saw who Ben was sitting with.
Michael. Holy shit. My ex-boyfriend, who’d apparently tried to feel up Ben back in our heyday, was sitting next to Ben. Michael looked much skinnier than he had when I’d known him. He was clean and fit and…gay. The way he and Ben laughed together, I knew there was some sort of spark there.
“Mandy,” Ben said with the goofiest grin I’d ever seen. He was definitely loving this. “Remember Michael?”
“Oh my God, Michael. How could I forget?” I said as I reached out and took his hand, rubbing it to say hello.
“He’s not very forgettable, is he?” Ben added, really piling it on.
“Mandy, so good to see you,” he said, and his voice sounded gay. Too gay. Like waaaaay gay.
I’ve never understood that. I know some guys sound like that their whole life and being gay is not by choice, you either like the opposite sex or you like the same sex, but what I’ve never understood is how someone can go from being a total dude, like bumping chest and talking about cars and football, to suddenly having a whiny voice with a lisp. That’s fucking ridiculous. There’s gay and then there’s Fab-u-lous. Michael was somewhere in-between teetering on the fab-u-lous side.
I went from remembering the time he ate me out in the sauna at the M.I.C.A. to thinking of him giving Ben a blowjob. So weird.
“So Michael’s gay,” Ben announced.
Michael laughed and slapped Ben on the shoulder playfully.
“You know who else is gay?” Ben leaned closer and whispered.
He threw a thumb behind him, in the direction of the big black woman Porter had pointed at earlier.
“Remember Charles? Voted Most Popular Charles?” he asked.
I did remember Charles. In fact, he used to work with Jill and me at the Fun Escape, and he used to gross us out with stories about all the dirty deeds he did with his girlfriend. He used to talk about fucking her doggy style and her riding him in his car and eating her pussy and the first time he put it in her ass…oh. Oh yeah. He’d gotten kind of excited about that part.
Holy shit. How naïve am I? How do I not notice this stuff?
I glanced over at Charles again, who appeared to be having the time of his life, laughing out loud with his group of senior superlative winners. Tracey, voted Most Likely to Succeed looked great. Patrick, voted Most School Spirited was a mess, all disheveled and raggedy. The two voted Best Looking sat together. They both looked miserable. The other people all seemed pretty much the same. That was the “Who’s Who” of our graduating class. I was happy to be sitting with my crew and Tommy Two-Tone, better known as Wesley the Hottie.
“Have you seen June Bug yet?” I asked Ben, trying to make him uncomfortable sitting next to Michael.
Not that it would. Nothing seemed to make Ben uncomfortable.
“June won’t be here,” he said. “She hated everyone in this class. She’s gay too.”
“She is? What the hell? Did gay go viral as soon as we graduated?” I asked.
Everyone laughed.
“She was gay even when we were together. Us fucking was purely experimental. Kind of like you and…”
He nodded his head toward Michael.
“Okay now,” Michael said. “That’s just mean.”
“I’m sorry,” Ben said, flirting with my ex. “I had to say it.”
“June had a crush on Jill,” Ben said. “And Porter.”
“And me?” I asked, feeling oddly left out.
