Chapter Nineteen Skye #3
"I'm not judging you. You know that, Elisabetta." I let out a deep breath. I have no idea what's going on with my best friend, why she's all of a sudden lost it. All I know is that I can just be there for her. "So, what happened?"
"He gets here, and he's cute. You know I like that surfer look."
"Yeah, he does kind of look like a surfer or a skateboarder."
"Anyway, we're in the bed, and he's like, 'How adventurous are you?'"
"Okay?"
"And I was like, 'I'm more adventurous than Christopher Columbus.'"
"What?" I gape at her.
"You know, Christopher Columbus, the explorer."
"Okay."
"Maybe I should've said Marco Polo, huh?"
"Elisabetta, stick to the story."
"Sorry," she says, grinning. "Anyway, he's like, 'You want to do anal?' And I was like, 'I don't know.' And he's like, 'I've got lube.' And I should've been like, 'Why do you have lube?' But anyway. I'm like, 'He's hot and what the fuck, let me just go with it.'"
"Okay?" I say, blinking, not wanting to ask my best friend why she thought anal with a perfect stranger was a good idea.
"Anyway, he's fucking me pretty good."
I stare at her. "Okay."
"And then I feel his fingers all over me, and he does this move."
"What move?" I ask her.
"Girl, I'm not even sure because everything that happened next happened so quickly." She makes a face.
"What happened next?"
"I shit on his dick."
"You what?" I almost scream and then lower my voice as we hear footsteps. The doors open, and I see Kingston standing there.
"Is everything okay?" He looks concerned.
"Yeah, she's fine. She's just telling me what happened. Sorry."
"Okay." He nods. "Because I'm going to get this dude to leave because I don't really think he sounds like he is mentally with it." He looks at me and then he looks at Elisabetta. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call the cops? Do you want…"
"No, I'm fine. I'm just mortified," she says. "Absolutely mortified. That has never happened to me before."
Kingston’s expression shows his utter confusion. "Sorry, I don't really know what you're talking about."
Elisabetta looks down in shame. "You can tell him later only because he's here and he's going to want to know, but I do not want to be a party to the conversation when you tell him."
"Okay," I say. "Everything's fine, Kingston. Will you just get Radium to leave?"
"Okay," he says, nodding. "If you say so." He closes the door again, and I look over at Elisabetta.
"Girl, that's not that bad. I know it's happened to other people."
"I shit on a rando while he was doing me up the ass. Not just a little shit. A lot of shit. I never want to see that man again."
"Okay." I nod. "And you never have to see him again. We can make sure of that."
"And now, I feel guilty."
"Why do you feel guilty?"
"Because freaking Tombstone sent me a text message saying that he wishes he could be the man that I wanted, and he was sorry about tonight. And I feel like a slut."
"You're not a slut. It's not like Tombstone's your man."
"I know, but… What's going on with me?" She’s holding back tears. "I just feel stupid."
"Girl, you're not stupid. You obviously were hornier than you thought, and you just wanted to get laid. It happens."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And it's not your fault you shit on this dude. He was kind of asking for it if he wanted to do anal."
"What?" she says.
"It's never happened to me per se, but I've heard of plenty of people who have shit when doing anal."
"Really?" Her lips twitch, and I nod.
"Yeah." I give her a hug. "You did wash, right?"
"I'm wet. Of course, I washed."
"Just checking. I don't want to be hugging my shitty best friend."
"I'm no longer shitty," she says, and we both laugh. "Though the sheets under this duvet may…"
"Ew." I jump up. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
"I didn't have time to rip them off, but it's not like I was doing it on the duvet. We were doing it on the sheets. The duvet is covering anything that…"
"Oh my gosh. Elisabetta, this is gross. I am going into the living room. Put on some clothes and join us."
"I don't even want to stay here tonight," she says, shaking her head. "I want to go to the Ritz or something and just relax in a big king-size bed that doesn't have remnants of shit or cum." She wrinkles her nose. "Because you know he came, right?"
"Honestly, I don't want to know," I say. "I really don't. This is like the grossest story I've ever heard."
"I guess I could be on a poster for why you do not want to engage in anal sex with strangers," she jokes, and I have to stifle a snort. It’s really not a laughing matter. I am not going to make a joke about adult diapers.
I don’t think she will appreciate it.
It’s too soon. Way too soon.
"Why don't you put on some clothes, and I'll see if Radium's gone? And maybe I'll ask Kingston if he can take us to a hotel."
"You don't have to stay with me," she says, "if you want to be with him tonight."
"What?"
"I mean, I called you, and you were obviously at his place because he came with you."
"Yeah, and?"
"And it's late. Maybe you were going to have your own fun tonight."
"No, we were just going to work. We…"
“Maybe you were going to work. Maybe something else was going to happen." She shrugs. "But he doesn't seem like he's that bad of a guy."
"What are you saying?"
"He came here with you to make sure you were going to be okay, to make sure I was okay. That's a pretty stand-up thing to do."
"He has his moments," I agree. "But I don't want to just leave you at a hotel and… "
"Trust me. I just want to be by myself for the rest of the night. I want to lie in. I want to get room service. I want to just have a bath for four hours and scrub my entire body clean one more time." She takes a deep breath. "And then watch Netflix."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'd be grateful for a ride to the hotel, though, but I want you to enjoy your night. Just be careful."
"What does that mean?"
"We don't want two shitty stories in our friendship, right?"
I burst out laughing and hug her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'm worried about you though, you know?"
"I know," she says. "I'm just going through some shit, but I'll figure it out."
"I'm always here for you. Whatever you need, whatever you want."
"I know," she says. "That's why you're my best friend, and that's why I love you. And tell Kingston that I'm very grateful that he accompanied you as well."
"I will. Okay, let me go out and make sure Radium's gone," I say as I head toward the door.
"Okay. I'm just going to get some stuff together in a bag as well." I head out into the living room, where Kingston's sitting on the couch. He looks up at me with a query in his eyes. His dark hair is fluffy, and he looks tired.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah. She just kind of had a little bit of a crazy night."
"Yeah, that's what I gather."
"Oh?" I ask him as I sit next to him on the couch.
His lips twitch. "Yeah, Radium kind of told me what happened." His eyes widen, and he smirks. "She shouldn't be embarrassed. That's something that does happen when, you know."
"That's what I told her," I say, blushing. "She wants to stay the night at a hotel though," I tell him.
"Oh, okay. And are you staying there with her?"
"No." I shake my head. "She wants to be alone, and I told her that we had work to do."
"Oh, yeah. We have so much work to do." He grins.
"Yeah, we do have work. I know. That's what I said.”
"So we'll take her to a hotel, and then we'll go back to my place and do some work?"
"That sounds like a good idea to me."
"Great," he says. Neither of us makes a move to leave, and the mood becomes awkward. However, I can feel the heat pulsing between us. He rubs my leg to get my attention, and I glance up at him, surprised by the warm gesture. "You're a good friend," he says.
"Thank you. You're a good boss."
"I am?" he asks in surprise.
"Tonight, you were. I appreciate you coming with me."
"I know that you think I'm a jackass, and maybe sometimes I am, but deep down inside, I'm a kind of good person."
"Yeah, very deep down inside," I tease.
"You know, I could take that comment somewhere else, but I'm not going to." He winks at me, and we both start laughing.