What the fuck? What was that? What did I just do? Oh, fucking hell!
NO NO NO NO NO NO! WHY!?
Abigail,not Asher,released a low, guttural moan as she climaxed. I was frozen in terror. Did she hear? I mean, I fucking screamed it, so I imagined that she heard, but had she noticed?
Dear God, why did I do that? What the hell was wrong with me?
Our bodies relaxed, and I slowly pulled out of her. We lay side-by-side in silence. Was it awkward silence or just the silence that comes after an orgasm? I couldn’t tell, and it was killing me.
My head slowly turned in her direction, and relief washed over me as I saw her closed eyes. She had a sweet smile on her face, and her breathing steadied.
Thank God.
Okay. That was great. She hadn’t noticed.
Alright. I was in the clear. I could freak out about yelling my best friend’s name while I fucked a girl that kind of looked like him tomorrow.
Jesus Christ, she does kind of look like him!
What on Earth was happening to me?
I reached for the glass of water sitting next to my bed. My throat felt like sandpaper, and I took a big gulp.
“So, are we gonna talk about how you screamed your best friend’s name during sex or…?”
The water shot out of my nose, and I started choking. “Jesus Christ, maybe I should have waited until after you had a sip of water.” Abigail started slapping my back, a measly attempt at helping me not choke to death.
I finally stopped coughing and said, “Fuck. You heard that?”
“Heard it? You fucking screamed it. I wouldn’t be shockedif the entire floor thought you fucked Asher.”
A cold shiver ripped through my body. “You think people heard that?”
My face must have looked absolutely horrified because she patted my shoulder and said, “I’m just fucking with you. I have no idea, but I doubt anyone was really listening that intently to what we were doing.”
I covered my face with my hands, hiding my embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. That’s so fucked up.”
She sat on the bed next to me. “Hey, if you had screamed another girl’s name, I would have literally kicked your ass, but you screamed your best friend’s name. Not only your best friend, but your roommate andteammate. Color me intrigued.”
She started laughing, and I nearly belched. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I begged.
“I would never tell people about that. I’m not a monster.”
“Well, you are kind of mean to people sometimes.” I was hoping the sheepish look on my face would soften the comment.
I guess it did because she guffawed, her laugh filling the room. “I’m not mean to people. I’m mean to men. Because I hate men. Well, I hate straight men, which is maybe why I have a thing for you.”
She started tickling me, and I leapt off the bed. “No! I am straight. Iam.I just…I…”
“Have a thing for Asher,” she finished. I stared at her, mouth ajar, and she replied, “It’s cool. Sometimes, even straight people meet someone of the same sex who just checks the right boxes. It’s not a big deal.”
I started pacing the room, scrubbing my hands over my face. “It is a big deal! I can’t be into him. What would he think? He’dflip!”
“Who, Asher? No, he wouldn’t. He’s gay.”
That one stopped me in my tracks. “No, he’s not!”
“He’s not out?” Abigail asked.
