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Patrick orders, makes small talk with the bartender. While we wait, I try to imagine a version of myself who would invite a third party to join.
I almost see it, the two of us upstairs, in a silk bed. But the other person isn't participating, exactly. They're watching.
It's really fucking hot, but it's terrifying too.
The bartender refuses a tip. Everything is paid for, apparently. Or maybe that's normal at these kinds of parties.
I know people with money, but they're all friends' parents or friends of my parents. Their adult lives are a mystery to me.
"How do you know the host?" I take my drink and follow Patrick outside.
The backyard is huge, the size of my apartment. It's not as crowded as the inside of the party, but it's not private either.
Two people in jeans admire the succulent garden. A throuple sits around the patio table, sipping cocktails, watching the action.
Two women in swim bottoms make out on a plush couch. A woman in a loose coverup sits on a lounger, her hand under the bottom of her skirt. A man and woman strip out of their casual clothes and jump into the long pool.
It's gorgeous, straight out of my dreams, long and deep enough for swimming laps or diving far beneath the surface, with a shallow end the perfect height for touching discretely below the waist.
Not that the two seem interested in discretion.
For a few minutes, they swim, laugh, splash.
Then they start kissing.
Touching.
Fucking.
"You want to keep watching?" Patrick pulls me closer.
"I'm staring, aren't I?"
"Gawking, yeah, but I don't think they mind."
The woman glances in my direction, catches me staring, shoots me a come-hither look.
"You want to sit?" he asks.
"Sitting is good."
He leads me to a pair of lounge chairs in the corner and sits across from me.
We're as secluded as we can be out here.
In view but in our own world too.
It's perfect.
I'm in the backyard of a stranger's house, twenty feet from two people having sex in a pool, and I'm in the perfect place.
What happened to my normal life?
"Is that a good blank stare or a bad blank stare?" Patrick asks.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. You're cute when you stare."
