and Heather, Lindsay and Darla rush in, putting a stop to our conversation. I forgot they all planned on getting ready for Charlotte and Peter’s engagement party over here. Colleen turns away from me and plasters what I know to be a fake smile on her face as she greets everyone. Heather gives Colleen a passing smile and rushes over to me. I smile as best I can and pull her close. She’s wearing the perfume I gave her for her last birthday—the same perfume that Colleen wears. It’s fucked up, I know. I close my eyes, breathing her in.
Heather stretches up and kisses me. I kiss back, but am somewhat hesitant. I feel awkward showing affection in front of Colleen. And after the conversation we just had—I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to kiss a woman comfortably in front of her again. Even if she’s not mine, she’s still my pretty girl.
WE LEAVE MY parents’ house a little after eleven. It’s late and both my girls are drunk. Heather isn’t so bad, but Colleen can’t even walk on her own. I have her thrown over my shoulder. Despite her initial protests, she is giggling and smacking my ass like she’s playing the drums. I want to be annoyed but she is telling Heather how firm my ass is.
“I know, right,” Heather laughs as she hangs onto my left arm. The right one is holding Colleen in place so she doesn’t fall and split her head open. “You should feel his ass during sex, Col,” Heather says. I puff my chest out, because damn, any man would be proud to hear his girlfriend talking about how great he is when he’s fucking her. “His ass is like rock solid. I love to grab it.” Colleen squeezes my ass repeatedly.
“Oh! It is firm!” she shouts and then starts to rub it. I shift her so that she can’t reach it anymore. I’m getting hard with all the patting and touching and spanking, and it’s making carrying her goofy ass just a bit difficult.
We get to the car and I load Colleen in the backseat with the intention of giving Heather the front; but as I make sure all of Colleen’s limbs are inside the vehicle, I see Heather crawl in the other side. Colleen squeals and they hug telling one another that they missed each other. Drunk Colleen is open and funny and silly. She’ll tell you things that sober Colleen never will, which is unfortunate.
“Seriously though,” Heather seems to sober up for a moment. “My Bradley is really sexy and he is such a good lover.” Heather’s voice takes on a dreamy sigh.
“Well,” Colleen snorts, “my Bradley wasn’t very good the one time we tried.”
“Hey!” I interject. “We had both been drinkin’ and you know that. I don’t care how drunk you are, Frasier. That ain’t cool.” Why I feel the need to argue with drunks, I don’t even know. Truth be told, being the first man to ever get it in—even if it was only part way in—with Colleen, will always be something for me to brag about. Even if I can’t remember much because the moment I got past her barrier she freaked out and pushed me off her.
We get back to Heather’s apartment in record time. I must have been speeding. Heather crawls out and rubs her butt against the outside of the backseat window for Colleen’s amusement. Both girls burst into giggles. I coax Colleen out of her seat after promising her that I’ll let her rub my stomach for good luck. She’s so weird.
“You’re my pretty boy!” Colleen shouts making me take a step back. Heather sides up to her and they link arms.
“He is pretty!” Heather yells, grinning. I shake my head and do my best to wrangle them into the building and up the stairs. I can’t believe Chief Frasier is making me deal with her. She’s his daughter, shouldn’t this be his responsibility? Chief Frasier’s words play in my head again and again. She’s your girl, Bradley. Always has been.
I wish.
Not even two minutes after I get the drunken duo into the apartment do they start begging for food. I look through Heather’s cupboards, going so far as to offer to make them omelets. But they don’t want any of it. Heather mentions Taco Bell. I groan. Taco Bell gives them both gas. I definitely won’t be getting laid if I feed Heather that crap. But she begs and pleads and