“I’m confused,” Amy’s body language indicated she wasn’t thrilled. “You left without saying anything. I figured you were mad, and it was over.” It was part statement, part question.
“I had to go to work. You two were sleeping soundly and looked so happy, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“But you didn’t answer my calls. I texted like 24 times!” Amy held up her phone, demanding an answer.
“Yay! You did miss me!” Jill was giddy, hugging her new girlfriend who was still confused. “Sorry, I didn’t realize until I got to work that I left my phone here. It probably ran out of juice too.” Jill added. “I tried calling you from work, like 3 times, but you didn’t answer. Did you check your voicemail?”
“What? No.” The unlisted number! “Wait, where’s your phone?” Amy asked her.
“I don’t know, probably on your nightstand. You know, right next to the bed we all slept in…” Jill offered, trying to ease Amy’s fears. “You know, I don’t just do that with everyone. Even with tequila!”
“Speaking of which,” Derek chimed in. “I’m sorry we didn’t give you more, um… attention.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jill replied. “I mean, would I have liked an all-night, everything goes romp with you two? Absolutely.”
“You’re not, upset?” Amy was shocked that she misunderstood the situation.
“A little um, frustrated perhaps.” Jill was honest if nothing else. “Look, we all have to be comfortable with what we’re doing, and who we’re doing it with. So, que sera, sera.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, not knowing the phrase (nor Spanish).
“Whatever will be, will be.”
Amy tried to explain: “It just all happened so fast. We were drinking and fooling around and next thing I know things were getting out of control…”
“Yea, that was awesome!” Derek chimed in. Amy punched him.
“Hey!” Derek grabbed his arm.
Jill looked at her, seriously. “Amy, I like you, in case you couldn’t tell. I like you both,” she looked over at Derek to ensure he wasn’t left out. “But it’s a free country. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. So, if that’s not your thing, and we all end up being just friends, then so be it.”
“Just friends?” Amy wasn’t sure what she wanted. She didn’t know how to convey her feelings properly.
“I respect that Derek can’t just do whatever he wants.”
“Do I have a say in this at all?” He asked, more than a little disappointed.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want my brother to just screw any girl he wants either. Not without my approval. Or my involvement.” Jill pulled down her sunglasses and looked at Amy alluding to last night.
“Speaking of which,” Derek added. “Our mom’s not here, so we could go inside and um…”
“Down boy,” Amy looked at him.
“Yea, your mom went to New York,” Jill responded. “I saw her this morning. We had a nice, um, chat.”
“So, what now?” Amy asked.
“Well,” Jill looked at them. “Derek, is it true you’re no longer grounded? Let’s go have some fun and get some food. Anyone down for the boardwalk?”
——————–
When the sun goes down, that’s the boardwalk comes to life. There were rides and games. Big neon signs with flashing colorful lights advertised various food vendors and tasty treats. A local band played music next to the food pavilion.
Derek, Amy and Jill spent a couple hours playing various carnival games – contests of skill where people played to win prizes – mostly stuffed animals. Most seemed quite difficult to master. They tried their luck at the ring toss, throwing darts at balloons and even trying to knock down stacked milk bottles.
Their favorite was the game where you try to pop the balloon by shooting water into the clown’s mouth. They could all play at the same time, but there were eight total players and a young boy down at the end kept winning. Try as Derek might, winning a prize for his lady friends so far proved elusive.
Then the girls got distracted by the cotton candy machine.
Derek took his shot with the game operator.
“Hey, how much would a guy normally spend trying to win a couple of those bears?”
“You’d have to master the shot *and* beat all the other contestants… you could probably spend $40 before you would win a couple of times.”
Derek started pulling out his wallet.
“But the bears are medium prizes, and to get those requires two wins apiece – so that’s four total. Eighty and I’ll let you pick the colors.”
Derek looked up at him. But he decided not to make anything of it. He slipped him the cash. “A pink and a blue please.”
He caught up with the girls, surprising them each with one.
“Are you trying to get lucky with us?” Jill asked playfully.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying!”
They finally located the pizza parlor, splitting a medium pie, eating happily as they watched the crowd.
“So,” Jill said after eating two slices. “I learned two things when I spoke to Claire this morning.”
“Claire?” Derek asked, curiously.
“Your mom,” Jill teased him.
“I know her name. I didn’t realize you were on a first name basis.”
“Apparently,” Jill continued, “she heard a woman screaming in the throes of passion last night.”
“What?” Amy asked incredulously.
“She brought it up, not me.”
Yea, um, I guess someone had a really good time.” Amy blushed.
“The point being,” Jill continued. “She thought it was me – with Derek. She asked if we were dating.”
“Well, that would be a convenient explanation,” Amy suggested.
“You’d think. But follow it through,” Jill countered. “Then she’d expect us to actually go out on dates. And to see normal boyfriend to girlfriend behavior.” She looked at them, but they just looked back – they weren’t getting it. “You know, PDA?”
“Well, I can play the part,” Derek said. “If I had to.”
“Down boy!” Amy punched him again.
“Ouch!”
“That wasn’t hard,” Amy teased her brother.
“That’s four times in the same spot!”
“Look, I don’t want to play a big charade. Plus, I already have a boyfriend. So, I said it was you Amy, which was true.” She let that sink in. “But that meant either you were screwing your brother…”
“No…” Amy was beside herself.
“Or that I made you scream like that.”
“You didn’t!” She thought she outed them to her mom.
Jill just looked at her.
“OK, so you did!” Amy giggled as she threw her napkin at her.
“Tell the truth whenever you can, that’s my motto. This way, I don’t have to worry about which stories I’ve told, or to whom.”
“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed,” Amy put her hand to her forehead, trying to hide her face.
“Relax, this isn’t the 1950’s,” Jill replied using Claire’s words.
“Yes, but I wasn’t thinking of telling my mother. She’s such a prude!”
Jill looked at her a little more seriously. “Which brings me to the second thing. Your mom has slept with a woman before.”
“What?” Both Amy and Derek asked in unison.
“I suspect she slept with my mom actually,” Jill said thoughtfully. “Did you know they were college roommates? Last time was a few years ago I think.”
“Holy crap!” Derek replied, his eyes wide.
“No, she’s not like that,” Amy said totally convinced she knew her mom better. “She’s totally straight.”
“Are you so sure? I nearly broke her down this morning.”
Amy looked at her, shocked. She had to ask. “You didn’t…”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Jill said taking a sip of her soda and looking up playfully from the straw.
“I can’t believe this,” Amy was beside herself.
“What, she’s a total MILF!” Jill said flirtatiously. “You’ve never thought of getting some of that?”
“No!” Amy threw another crumpled napkin at her.
“Your brother has,” Jill replied.
“What the!” Derek said as they both looked at him for different reasons.
“I could tell by the way he watched her by the pool. Oh, he’s a tits and ass man for sure.”
“Well, she is beautiful,” Derek replied. “And in that bright yellow bikini… oh man!” He shook his head, recalling the beautiful sight.
Amy hit him again, on the same arm, in the same spot again.
“Stop!” He laughed but it also really hurt.
“You’re such a pervert!” Amy said to her brother.
“Says the girl who helped suck her brother off, then got pleasured by a woman while said brother fucked her from behind.” Jill drove her point home.
“Sshhh! Not so loud!” Amy pleaded with her, looking around hoping nobody heard the exchange.
“Who wants ice cream?” Jill said as they rose and cleared the picnic table.
They walked towards the desert stand and waited in line for some soft serve. Jill went first, placing her order and paying the concessionaire.
Derek thought he heard some other young adults behind them.
“That bitch is such a tease.” One said to the other, trying to be quiet but also trying to be heard.
“What did you call me?” Amy angrily confronted the college aged guy.
Derek and Jill turned and found Todd with a couple of his friends.
“The tease that won’t put out.”
“There’s no need for that!” Derek countered Todd verbally.
“Out with your sister and her slut friend I see.”
“Hey! Real men don’t talk to women that way.” Derek’s voice grew firm, but he was still trying to not get into a physical altercation.
“Speaking of which,” Todd retorted. “Becca says she’s happy to finally have a real man.”
“He’s ten times the lover you’ll ever be,” Jill shot at him while clutching Derek’s arm.
“Nobody’s asking you, slut!”
“I’m so glad I broke it off with you. You’re such a fucking asshole!” Amy threw the last of her diet coke at him. Todd had soda all over his face and his shirt.
“You bitch!” He was fuming and made a step forward with his arm raised.
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