Chapter 349

Trying not to listen in on a conversation while you were less than ten feet away and the movie was paused was difficult, so you busied yourself by going into the kitchen to get plates and cutlery. The kitchen also happened to be about twelve feet away from the door, so it didn’t help much.

Listening to Mosche and the Asian girl talking was weird. Not because they were being weird, but just because they both seemed to be kind of bad at flirting. She seemed like a nice enough girl, but she was clearly a slightly-awkward nerd and when that ran up against Mosche’s slightly-awkward nerdiness ... well, the awkward had you cringing as you stayed in the kitchen and blew out a long breath.

Then, somehow, by some grace of God as he looked down on Mosche in what you could only assume was pity, the Asian girl made a move.

“Do you want my number?” she asked.

“Oh, um...” Mosche stuttered.

Yes! Say yes, Mosche! Take the number! You were screaming in your head. Tasha was hot, and was definitely giving him a lot of sex, but he wasn’t happy.

“ ... Sssure,” Mosche said.

“Cool,” the girl said. “Give me your phone.” There was a long silent moment. “Just, um, text if you want to play a game or something some night.”

“Cool,” Mosche mirrored her tone. “Um, thanks for the food.”

“Thanks for the tip,” she said. “OK...” It sounded like she walked away.

You came out of the kitchen and found Mosche peering out the door, watching her leave.

“Hey,” you said.

Mosche jumped, spooked out of his skin for a moment, and looked back at you guiltily. “It’s not- That wasn’t-”

“Calm down, dude,” you said, pulling him fully back into the apartment and then closing the door. “She gave you her number?”

“Yeah,” he flushed a little, looking like a shy five-year-old instead of a guy in his mid-twenties. “To play a game or something sometime.”

“Mhmm,” you said knowingly, then gestured that the two of you should get to the food. “She seemed nice.”

“Yeah,” he said. “And pretty.”

“You feel guilty,” you guessed.

“Well, I’m dating Tasha...” Mosche trailed off.

“Have you guys talked again about being exclusive? Because, and I mean this with all sincerity Mosche, I don’t think her getting a gangbang train run on her really hints strongly at her wanting to be exclusive.”

He flushed even more at the reminder of the weekend he’d had while you’d been at the beach. “Yeah, I guess...” he mumbled.

“Hey, this isn’t a bad thing,” you said, pulling the Chinese food out of the big paper bag and starting to peel the toppers off of the containers. “This new girl seems ... sweet. And Tasha is fun, but maybe too much fun. You should talk to Tasha and see where you’re at - maybe last weekend got it all out of her system and she’s ready to settle down and be your shiksa girlfriend. Or maybe she’s just having fun, and doesn’t care if you find someone else.”

“Do you think maybe the girls could find that out for me?” Mosche asked. “Gemma, or Sabrina, could probably have that conversation easier with her.”

“I mean, they could,” you said. “But it’s really a conversation you need to have, dude.”

He hung his head and took a deep breath, then looked back up. “Do you think that Tasha could, y’know, be interested in something like what you and them have?”