Chapter 14

I was sitting back, rubbing Nisha’s hair, while she napped with her ear pressed down on my erection. I was dressed. We were all dressed. None of us were wearing footwear. Nisha snored.

“Jesus!” Celeste jumped and hissed. She slapped a hand over her heart and glared at Nisha. She got to pacing once again. I don’t know how Nisha got to sleep with my girlfriend’s freshly enslaved little sister striding up and down the living room. I looked to Lidie. She sipped a cup of tea.

The doorknob turned slowly. The door pushed in.

“H-Hey?” Adelaide whispered as she walked in. She was pale, she looked across the room and saw her sister. “Celee ... Oh god, I’m suh-sorry.”

“You told her!” Celeste spun on her heel and yelled at me.

“What?” I asked. I looked over to Adelaide. She looked around the room and then locked the door behind her.

“I’m sorry! I really sh-should’ve brought Will over before I dumped him on you like thuh-this,” Adelaide said quickly. She hadn’t understood Celeste’s outburst and didn’t try to. I swirled my fingers in Nisha’s hair. She snorted. Adelaide looked to her sister. “You’re not fighting, at l-least. You all look a little w-wired, but I mean this place looks great. I expected you to have th-thrown something.”

“God!” Celeste rolled her eyes. “Obviously I wasn’t going to do that with Will.”

“Why? You thought he was dr-drugging me or blackmuh-mailing me. I thought you might hate him.

“Moron,” Celeste grumbled, and breathed out in frustration.

“I’ll explain,” I said. Adelaide looked to me. “I’d get up and hug you--”

“But he’d wake me up, and I’m comfortable,” Nisha said. She squealed as I grabbed her shoulder and wheeled her off of my lap and onto the floor. Lidie and Celeste laughed. Nisha slapped my foot playfully as I stepped over her corpse and grabbed my girlfriend. “Hey babe, how was work?”

“Long, I really want to get off of my f-feet,” she said melting into our hug.

“Sounds good,” I said.

“My bedroom’s--”

“Oh, he knows. Now.” Celeste rolled her eyes.

“What?” Adelaide looked at me. She looked around. “Good, at least Philia didn’t follow you here. She’s ... I think she’s got a cr-crush on me. Or her husband does and she doesn’t have a-a backbone or something.”

“What does that say about us?” Celeste asked. She flopped down on the couch.

“Oh?” Adelaide asked. “Why would that say an-anything about us?”

Adelaide blushed like a schoolgirl. I kissed her nose. I sat her down on the couch and leaned her back across her sister’s thighs. I picked up Adelaide’s feet and dragged them onto my lap.

“You’re playing with us?” Adelaide looked up at her sister. I untied Adelaide’s sneakers and began taking them off. “Did you guys talk? He really is a g-great guy, right?”

“He’s the best,” Celeste agreed.

“Yeah, we think so too,” Nisha was sitting herself down on Lidie’s lap. “Ready director?”

“Not yet,” Lidie said. “Will said he was going to explain things to Adelaide.”

“What things?”

I was the one to blush at Adelaide’s question. I pulled off her socks and pushed my thumbs into the bottoms of her feet. She stretched out and sighed. “Sorry, Celee. Do you want to get up?”

“I’m fine here for the moment.”

“You don’t have to stay up with us,” Adelaide said. “We’re probably going to ha-have sex. Nisha’s pretty loud. You’ll want headph-phones.”

“Adelaide.” I said her name strongly. I had her attention. She smiled as I pressed into her feet. “We didn’t know which bedroom was yours when we got here.”

“What?” She lost her smile and looked to her sister.

“Celeste came home and I was fucking Nisha, Philia, and Lidie in her bed.”

Lidie waved and frowned.

“Oh my god!” Adelaide looked to her sister. “Why weren’t you angry?”

“I am angry!” Celeste said, but her features were placid. “I, uh, I just don’t want to risk things with Will.”

“I calmed her down the only way I knew how,” I said. “I showed her the picture. The dick pic I sent you.”

“Oh my god...” Adelaide covered her mouth with both of her hands. “Oh my god...”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to, she works with Raylea and--”

“Ray set me up with Will’s buddy Ike!” Celeste shouted. “Fucking small world. Shit.”

“Ike? I met him. H-he seems sweet.” Adelaide said.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Ladies love him.”

“We love you, and not him. What does that make us?” Nisha asked.

“One number one girl,” Lidie pointed at Adelaide. “And three number threes?”

“She’s a number three?” Adelaide looked at her sister and then to me. “We need to talk. Am I allowed to talk to y-you alone?” Her face melted.

“Alright,” Celeste said, and pushed her sister’s shoulders up. “We’ll go into my--”

“But--”

“Adelaide, you’re not going to give up on a foot rub,” Lidie said. She kissed my forehead and brushed Adelaide’s hair as my waitress girlfriend leaned back onto the armrest of their couch.

“We’ll be in Celeste’s room.” Nisha said. “Can I go to sleep? I’m beat to hell.”

“Yeah, you girls--”

“Not you Celeste!” Adelaide interrupted me. I squeezed her feet and she moaned appreciatively. She gave me a nervous smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Lidie and Nisha, if you’re tired go to sleep.”

“Fuck me,” Celeste muttered. She led the three girls into her room.

I looked to Adelaide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I had sent to you was going to be this thing it turned out to be.”

“I’ve never been so happy to be with a guy in my life,” Adelaide said. “The only other boyfriend I loved ... Celeste stole from me.”

Loved? I didn’t voice the question. I smiled. Yeah, I’d love Adelaide. She was affectionate and beautiful and wanted me for me. I never had that before. And all of the number two and three girls out there ... Shit, did I tell Jess she was a number one girl? Talsy? Fuck. I forced a smile, she was better at that. She looked worried. My attempts to soothe her weren’t as good as my foot rubs.

“Celeste said she stole a hockey player boyfriend from you and spent like a March break as his sex slave,” I recounted.

“Yeah...” Adelaide closed her eyes as I pressed in hard and good. This was my only great sex move before I had the dick pic. I was proud of myself. It was working so good. “Celeste is a slut. She’s a skank. She’s just gross.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t buy groceries and I tried to cut her off once before. She just got on Tinder to scam food out of lonely older guys. I told her that was gross and she told me if they were truly pathetic she’d give them a handjob before she ghosted them. ‘So they didn’t kill themselves or whatever.’ I think that might’ve been worse.” Adelaide started rambling. “I really don’t like her. I really like you. I don’t want you to be the kind of guy who likes Celeste.”

“She’s pretty,” I said. “And she seems abrasive. But I don’t know much else about her. My friend Ike--”

“Even Ike is too good for her,” Adelaide said. “And now she’s going to fuck things up with me and you.”

“You don’t think the other girls are going to fuck things up with you and me?” I asked.

“She stays a number three girl. Or she goes down to number four. Please.” Adelaide said.

Fuck. I really didn’t know what the numbers meant. I mean, Adelaide, Talsy, Jess, and maybe Sherry were girlfriend worthy. Maybe wife-worthy far enough down the line. I was only twenty-fucking-four. I had plans not to get married for at least six years, I figured. That’d make, what, Adelaide 27? Talsy and Sherry 29. Jess 31. Celeste would only be 25. Dad and mom were 30 and 25 when they got married.

“Are you going to do that?” Adelaide asked. “Keep Celeste down. Please!”

“I was just doing the math.” I said. “You are my number one girl. My future wife.”

“I know,” Adelaide smiled so warmly and honestly it shocked me. “I’ve never been prouder of anything in my life.”

“Number two girls are our closest friends.” I decided. I had to define this or there could be riots.

“Number three girls are your favorite pets,” Adelaide explained. “And fours are slaves you own.”

“Huh,” I said, realizing that worked. “How many number one girls can I have?”

“Four right?” Adelaide asked. “I mean, I don’t think your Muslim and that’s the only rule I know about future wives.”

I just looked at her. “What are we going to do with our slave?”

“Well, you have to fuck her,” Adelaide said. She sat up in an instant. “And don’t you dare fucking trust her if she says she’s on birth control.”

“Oh,” I frowned. “Oh...”

“You’re not ready to be a dad,” Adelaide said.

“Good news is, we’ll always have babysitters,” I tried to joke. She laughed, almost politely. I focused on her feet.

“You’re not ready to be a dad,” Adelaide reiterated. “I won’t rush you.”

“Thank you,” I said. Did that mean--I didn’t ask myself what Adelaide was ready for.

“I like watching you fuck girls...” I said, warning her.

“Me and Celee?” Adelaide worried. “I think that’s my worst nightmare.”

“Being a lesbian with--”

“No, sharing a guy with her,” Adelaide said. “I don’t dream about sex with girls.”

“What are your sex dreams about?” I asked.

“Now they’re about you,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said. “What did they used to be about? Before you met me. Oh, but I don’t want names.”

“Well, he was usually very tall. It was somewhere sandy and sunny,” she said. “And public ... No, not public, but the risk of being public.”

“Like a little corner of a beach with tourists just on the other side of the rocks?” I asked.

She moaned warmly and I put down her feet. “That would be perfect.”

“You told Celeste not to go to sleep,” I said. I wasn’t sure I should be calling her Celee.

“You’re going to want to have sisters together,” Adelaide smiled at me. “You’re a complete pervert.”

“You also said that was your worst nightmare,” I reminded her.