Chapter 4 #2
“I’m not asking you out on a date, dumbass. You’re not my type,” Cary snapped before tossing a grin Foster’s way. “I just… think you might be interested in meeting some… acquaintances.”
Foster breathed a sigh of relief. “Who are these acquaintances?”
“Friends who… share… my tastes,” Cary added.
Foster searched Cary’s face, sensing a hint but not sure. “What tastes are we talking about?”
“Damn, Foster. Are you purposefully acting thick?”
When Cary shoved his hands in his pockets and a lurid grin stretched across his lips, Foster sensed he’d been right to assume it was probably sex.
“I’m inviting you to an orgy,” Cary said under his breath.
Foster’s eyes widened.
“It’s being held by a guy I know in the city. I’m not taking you to some back alley dive, I promise. He’s got a really nice place on the Upper East Side and the people he invites are typically well-educated, clean-cut, white collar types.”
The word “no” was on the tip of Foster’s tongue. An orgy really wasn’t his speed. Foster wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex with five people in his entire life. Yet for some reason a “yes” came out of his mouth. He grew embarrassed the moment it popped out.
Cary grinned. “From the scowl, I wasn’t expecting that response.”
Foster blinked a few times. “Me either.”
He hadn’t been with anyone since Vic. He was now a free man. Maybe it was time to start acting like it and sow some wild oats.
“Are you sure you want to go? Don’t feel like you have to say yes just because we’re friends,” Cary said.
Foster scanned the sidewalk behind them and saw their bullies getting into an SUV parked along the street in front of the diner.
“If it gets me the hell out of New Jersey for a night, why not?” He turned to Cary.
“Text me the details.” He lifted the bag in his hand.
“I need to get dinner home before it gets cold.”
Cary waved at a car beside them. “I can drive you.”
“I’m only a couple of blocks over,” Foster said before he noted the newish Porsche parked beside them. Apparently Cary did quite well for himself as a supposed repo man. The car was sleek and sexy as fuck. What he wouldn’t do to get a chance to get behind the wheel for a test spin.
“You’re on my way.”
If accepting got him out of the heat? “Sure. Why not?”
After Cary unlocked the doors with a click of the fob, he climbed in and pulled on the seat belt. Inside still had the new car smell. He inhaled, smiling to himself. Cary revved the engine and took off, almost colliding with Rick’s Jeep Cherokee that was finally pulling away.
“Maybe we shouldn’t poke that monster anymore,” Foster said. “Aaron mentioned catching another charge?”
“He was arrested for Drunk & Disorderly a while back. Right before you came home, I think,” Cary said as he downshifted to make a turn. “And there was an assault charge that got dropped.”
“Assault? On who?”
“Imogene,” Cary said. “Clearly they’ve kissed and made up since.”
“What a piece of trash,” Foster muttered. Ashley had been able to push his buttons, sometimes in the worst ways, but he’d never raised a hand to her. He’d never even thought about it. “I don’t know why I’m surprised he’d hit his wife.”
“Allegedly since the charge went away. The D&D stuck. Other charges have quietly gone away over the years but not this one. Makes me think Eastfield is finally getting tired of his shit.”
“His dad was on the council back in the day. That’s why they went away. Is he not around anymore?”
“He moved to Florida, last I heard. Rick’s on his own now.”
Foster scoffed, sure that wasn’t a good thing.
Cary pulled into his driveway a couple of minutes later. “How’s your dad doing, by the way?”
“Better.” Foster had been forcing his dad to go on daily walks, and the old man was already showing signs of improving strength.
“I’m glad. Make sure to say hi to him and your mom for me.”
“Will do,” Foster said as he climbed out. He waved as he backed away. “Shoot me details about where we’re going and how we’re getting there.”
“As soon as I get home,” Cary called out the cracked window after him.
Foster turned, a question popping into his head. He took a couple of steps closer to Cary’s window. “So… is this… a guy’s only thing or will there be women there, too?”
“Guys only.” Cary lifted a brow. “Is that a problem?”
Foster wasn’t gay.
At least, he didn’t think so.
Bi?
Maybe.
“I heard the stories about why you and Ashley split—and maybe I assumed too much. If I was wrong, I didn’t mean to offend.”
“I’ve only been with the one guy.”
“Oh,” Cary murmured, his eyes widening a bit. “I see.” He paused a moment. “If you don’t want to come, that’s fine.”
Foster stood there a few seconds, mulling. He supposed he needed to do some more exploration if he was going to figure out what felt right. “No. I’ll go.”
“Alrighty then,” Cary said with a wicked grin before backing out.
Foster waved before he climbed the front steps to his childhood home. His mother opened the door the second he landed on the front porch.
“Was that the Archer boy?”
“Cary, yes,” Foster said before kissing his mom on the cheek and slipping past her. “He told me to tell you and Dad hi.”
“I always liked that kid. His mom is such a sweetheart—but his dad?” His mom shut the door, shaking her head. “I don’t know how she managed living under the same roof as him.”
“Well, she doesn’t have to anymore,” Foster said, a bit taken aback. His mother rarely said anything negative about anyone. He hadn’t known she hadn’t liked Ashley until after their divorce and only learned that news after an odd look she’d given had caused him to urge her to talk.
For her to say something without prodding, that could only mean one thing. Cary’s dad really must’ve been a massive dick. He’d heard rumors but Foster didn’t remember ever meeting the man, so he’d had no way to gauge the veracity of them.
“I don’t like to speak ill of people, nor do I wish them harm, but I’ll say that I did not mourn the passing of that man. I don’t think many did.” She sighed. “I’m glad you and Cary are becoming better friends, though. You’ve seemed so lonely since you’ve been back.”
Foster chuckled. “I don’t need you worrying over who I’m making friends with. I’m not a kid anymore” He kissed his father on the head as he passed by. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, my not-kid kiddo. How was the interview?” his dad asked.
“I think it went well,” he fibbed. His parents were worried about him, and he didn’t want to add more anxiety when it wasn’t necessary. Yet anyway. His mother took the bag of food and headed for the kitchen. “Although, you might’ve been right about driving in.”
“I told you,” his father said, grinning happily to have been called right. “New York Mass Transit is no fun in the summer months. I knew you forgot how bad all those hot, sweaty bodies packed into metal cans can smell.”
“Yeah, yeah, but it was shorter to take the train—and I didn’t have the frustration of traffic.
I kept reminding myself of those facts over and over while behind packed behind a man who either hadn’t worn deodorant or that deodorant had given up on him.
He really liked lifting his arms over his head for some reason, too.
” Foster snagged his burger and kissed his mother’s cheek.
“I’m going to eat this while standing in a cold shower and call it an early night. ”
“Oh,” his mother sighed. “I thought we’d pull out a board game and have some family time.”
Coming home had felt like he’d become a kid again in more ways than one.
She kept suggesting ways to entertain him like he was some preteen kid stuck with nothing to do.
He was aware she probably wanted to take advantage of the time he’d be there, but he was too exhausted.
The weekend was already taking up a lot of real estate in his mind, too.
“Tomorrow night, hmm? I feel disgusting and just want to shower and chill tonight.”
She grinned and patted his cheek. “Tomorrow night then.”
By the time he got up the stairs to the apartment above the garage, mental pictures of an orgy were playing in his mind.
Sure, he’d watched porn a few times over the years and had seen some group scenes along the way, but he’d watched them through the lens of an observer, not imagining he’d ever be an active participant.
Instead of a shower, he sat on the couch and opened his laptop to do a little research first. After viewing a few orgy scenes on Pornhub, his nerves even less settled.
Sure, they were hot as fuck, but he couldn’t help but think he was getting in way over his head.
He’d been with a handful of girls and one guy.
One guy.
No way was he ready to attend an orgy.
“Why the hell did I say yes?”
He had to go about things differently. He was an analyst and his job was research.
Just like anything else, there was a culture to understand.
There were rules and etiquette. He shoved the burger between his lips and typed a request in the search field.
The first site that popped up looked as good a place to start as any.
Having Group Sex? Here’s the Orgy Etiquette You Need to Know
He chewed on his burger and clicked the link, ready for a little education.