Chapter 6

Monday November 16

Juliet asked if I could come over to her apartment to talk last night.

The first thing she asked when I got there was if I knew anything about hidden video cameras. Heh. Yeah, I know a thing or two, I told her. She wants to set some up in her place. It’s not enough to embarrass these guys privately - she wants proof. We ordered some equipment online.

After that we relaxed with some wine and she told me what she had been up to. For one thing, she found out the connection between the Bitches Bingo players: they’re all on the same intramural baseball team.

She said she was still playing hard to get with Jason. Here’s what she told him:

You’re really lucky you met me after I found Jesus. It wasn’t that long ago that I was entirely the wrong kind of woman. I had no respect for myself - I would let guys do just about anything to me. Sometimes two or three guys at a time. A couple times I actually had sexual relations with another girl, in front of guys, just to get them to like me. Once there was even a dog.

If I had met you back then, I would have slept with you right away. I would have done all sorts of depraved things with you to try to earn your affection. You would have had no respect for me, and you would have called me all the names that I deserved to your friends.

I think our relationship really has potential. I’m glad God waited until after I cleaned up my act for us to meet.

I was skeptical. “You said all that, and he had no idea that you were trolling him?”

“I can be very persuasive!” Juliet said with a twinkle in her eye.

“I’ve also started seeing Seth,” Juliet told me. “I have him convinced that I’ve got a diaper fetish. We’ve got a class together, and I told him it would really turn me on to know that he was wearing diapers under his pants during class.”

“You are a sick, sick woman,” I told Juliet jokingly.

“What about you? Still not ready to throw your hat in the ring?” She asked.

“I just don’t have the spirit for it these days,” I said.

“Well, forget the games,” Juliet said encouragingly. “What about just getting busy with a few of these guys for the joy of it? Some of them really do know how to fuck.”

“No,” I said, “I had a couple questionable post-breakup romps, but now I need to take it easy for a while.”

“A couple? Ha!” Juliet opined. “Everyone knows you have to sleep with twelve strangers to get over an ex.” I raised an eyebrow, questioning her claim. “I read it in Cosmo,” she said, not very credibly.

“Do you think your ex is seeing someone now?” Juliet asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “There was a girl on his stream with him who was acting pretty friendly.”

So then Juliet and I watched yesterday’s recording of Miles’ stream. Juliet declared that Miles and Peachy of Earth are, in fact, fucking. She suggested that I hack his computer and go looking for info, but I explained that I couldn’t. I had never left a back door on his home PC, back when I had his trust. Then I remembered that I did have the password to his cloud media service.

I had lost count of how many glasses of wine we’d had by that point. It’s hard to tell when it comes from a box. Most of his media files were clips of his stream waiting to be edited, or bits of tournaments he wanted to study. There was one, however: personal/peachyofearth/11-09.mpeg...

It began in Miles’ bedroom. Miles was wearing just his red silk boxers with the dragon motif. Peachy was wearing a fancy orange panties/bra set with white lace trim. Peachy sat on the edge of the bed. Miles knelt on the floor between her legs, caressing her thighs.

Peachy kept saying things like, “You are a sexy man,” in her thick accent while Miles teased her. I was feeling all sorts of jumbled up feelings as I watched the video of my former boyfriend getting ready to fuck another girl. One of those feelings was arousal. Is that weird? I wondered if Juliet was getting turned on too.

“Now it is time for you to lick my pussy!” Peachy said playfully after a minute. Together they took off her panties and then Miles stuck his face and fingers in and got to work. We couldn’t see the details, of course - just the back of his head with her hands on it, shaking around in her crotch.

In a minute, Peachy started moaning in that shrill way that Japanese women always do in animated porn movies. I’ve never been clear on whether that’s what real Japanese women sound like, or if it’s just a porn convention somehow. I couldn’t tell if she was faking it. I hoped she was.

“That was very good,” Peachy said, once she finished coming. “Now I would like to see your penis.”

I had been pretty well balanced up until that point. And when Miles dropped his boxers and his dick popped out, I was still pretty cool. But then they got on the bed together, and he positioned her on her side, facing the camera. He knelt straddling one of her legs and holding the other while he inserted his prick into her hairy pussy. Flesh-slapping noises could be heard as he thrust into her and their crotches collided.

That’s when I started to cry.

“Hey, Lexi, it’s okay,” Juliet said, “we don’t have to watch this.” She reached for the laptop keyboard to shut the video down, but I pushed her hands away.

Miles touched her ass, belly, back - all touches that I knew. He started grunting - I knew that grunt. Peachy started moaning, too - that same shrill moan - and saying some words that I couldn’t understand. I watched Miles from this unfamiliar perspective as he fucked with determination, trying to make his new girlfriend come. She started shrieking, but I think she was faking it. Then Miles slapped her ass and grunted, and his hips and abs moved differently. He really seemed to be pushing in for every last millimeter he could manage. He was was inseminating her.

A string of jizz connected their genitals briefly when he pulled out. Then the video ended and I closed the laptop case.

“I’m sorry, Lexi. I shouldn’t have pushed you to watch this,” Juliet told me.

“No, it’s just...,” I began, fumbling for words. “I can deal with the fact that he’s fucking her. I mean, of course he is. I just always thought of that as our position. I don’t even know if there’s a name for it, but it’s what Miles and I always did.” I wiped my eyes. “I guess you can’t call dibs on something like that.”

It was late, and I was tired and drunk, so I slept on Juliet’s couch. Another hangover.

Wednesday November 25

Audra’s “boyfriend”, Evan, was the first guy to put an X in her square. “Popped her cherry and shot a big wad of jizz up into her baby factory. You guys need to get in on this, so that if she gets pregnant she can’t pin it on me. LOL!”

That pisses me off a lot. Look, I know I’m not a good Catholic, but the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy is no joke. Audra bears responsibility for whatever choices she made - assuming it’s even true - but this asshole needs a reality check. If a baby does come of this, he had better step up, or I will hound him to the ends of the earth. Hopefully Audra is on the pill.

Evan has X’ed off three other girls, too, since I talked to Audra about him.

I saved a copy of the Bitches Bingo database and all of its files, just in case someone needs some proof some day.

Thursday November 26

Thanksgiving. I decided to stay on campus over the holiday, over my parents’ objections. If I went back home, I’d feel like I was going to run into Miles everywhere I went.

Instead, I hung out at Juliet’s place. She watched football while I hooked up the cameras and set up a Linux PC with DVR software. We both drank beer. I probably would have chosen more of that boxed wine if it had been up to me, but Juliet was unbending on the notion that Thanksgiving was for football and thus beer.

Juliet gave me a bottle of bourbon as thanks for helping her set up her spy cameras.

I’m back at my dorm now. My roommate is out of town for the holiday. It’s so rare for me to have time to myself in here - it feels like a luxury. I think that for the rest of the night, I’m going to sip bourbon, read Dr. Welsh’s domination porn, and make myself come.

Saturday November 28

I spent yesterday with Juliet, too. She actually likes that day-after-Thanksgiving shopping chaos. We compromised: We spent two hours at the mall, and then one hour at the shooting range. I did pick up a cute minidress and a new laptop bag. Juliet made a lot of jokes about guns and the sorts of people who own them, but she nonetheless charmed everyone I introduced her to.

Somehow we ended up talking about what I had done on Thursday after I got home. And then we ended up talking about how I’d never used a vibrator. Juliet decided that I absolutely needed to own one. I was reluctant, but she wore me down and we ended up going to a sex toy store.