She fortunately took the reassurance from my eyes that I had not trusted my clumsy, treacherous mouth to provide. “But I swear, the moment I sent that text, guessing that you had actually been with a girl, the thought popped into my head, ‘Huh. Al is a person who could get laid. That might be good to know.’ But even then I still did nothing.”
“And then, when the three of use were walking back after that first practice, when we, um, worked out what might be behind your success? Yeah, I’m telling you right now, I realized that I suddenly wanted very much to have you, even before that conversation broke up.” Okay, that surprised me. I’d have liked to have known that.
“But we all traded glances while you were looking confused about fucking dick size for God’s sake,” she grumbled, “and I thought we three girls were all on the same page. Fooling around with you would be a party foul. We were a group of friends. It would get weird. And you needed to go on with girls who were not so… close to you as us.”
“And then,” she said, her voice almost sing-song now, even almost good-natured, “Those two bitches went and decided to indulge themselves anyway. Without telling me, but more importantly, without giving me the chance to make a bid too!”
Now I kind of wanted to be cranky. Had I known, a ‘bid’ from Bridget would have instantly gone to the top of my priorities, and that would have been before I got to see what she was hiding away in all her bulky clothes.
Why yes, if you hadn’t noticed by now, I am a pig. I tried to be considerate, and giving, and caring, but at the end of the day I was deeply immersed in a full-on, big budget, top notch male fantasy. Considerate pig was the best I could manage.
I could not help but open my big mouth. “Then, um, why didn’t…” I shut back up.
“Why didn’t I end up making the decision they both made, and just go for it? For the same reason I’m hesitating now.”
I just cocked my eyebrow in patient incomprehension.
“Ohhh, fuck this!” Bridget said to herself. “It kills me to reveal to you, especially in light of the recent hysterics on my part, that I have a secret too. Something I’ve kept from all three of you, and everybody else.”
A secret? What?
“Wait. What secret?” I asked, stupidly. Was she was secretly twenty-five years old, or some shit? That would explain the incredible tits…
Bridget just took a huge breath and let it out. She said something so softly I couldn’t hear.
“I beg your pardon?” I said, weirdly formal like I was in some damned parlor comedy.
“I’m a virgin,” Bridget said flatly and out loud. Louder than necessary, in fact.
My first reaction was, quite reasonably, to utterly panic.
“Wait, what? I can’t… I mean, we can’t… I mean you can’t… Oh man!” I babbled, holding my head.
“Yo, man! Now you calm down. I know I didn’t tell you, but get over yourself,” Bridget exclaimed.
“About your virginity?” I squealed, my voice shooting so high it almost cracked for the first time in two years.
“Yes, my virginity, Alistaire. Please don’t get so upset you didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know?” I gasped. “It’s not that you didn’t tell me! It’s not that I didn’t know-It’s that you were thinking of throwing it away on my mangy ass!”
“Throw it away?” Bridget asked slowly.
After this entire ordeal, you would have thought that by now, I’d have learned to recognize her angry voice. But nooooo.
“It’s your virginity, Bridget. That’s fucking huge. I’m not that special. This isn’t a fist-bump between friends! You need a guy who you… who… I don’t know, who means something to you-something romantic!”
“What are you running out here, dude, the bird and bees speech my grandmother received?”
“What?” I almost screamed. “Look,” I said, pausing to stare at my hands ball themselves in fist and then relax slightly, over and over. I stared up at Bridget. “I want to be more transparent than I have ever been about anything, if I may here,” I said. “With every word I say after this, you need to be aware that I am a fucking horn dog who cannot, no matter how hard he is trying, shake the idea of getting into your pants. He wants to get in there and root around in every way he has learned how. But I don’t want to be that guy”
“Fortunately, I am also a guy who is certain that the first guy winning out would be a bad thing for you, and is trying to get you to Think. Fucking. Clearly.”
I took a deep breath. “But I don’t want to be that second guy either, since I’m being super honest here.”
Thank God, she actually laughed at that. “So what guy are you going to be?”