Chapter Two: The Humiliation of Adam
I woke up that morning apprehensive about the day ahead. I feared that Adam would once again come between me and Kristy, shattering my hopes and dreams. Not so long ago, he defeated me and spent the next few months rubbing my nose in it every morning I saw her come out of his room. But, I reassured myself that he had ruined it for himself and she had chosen me. Tonight would be my vindication. Tonight would be Adam's turn for the humiliation of defeat.
At lunchtime, I heard a guy in the cafeteria trying to get rid of two tickets for a house show that night in the city. Because they didn't serve alcohol, it was the only club in the city that allowed an under twenty crowd. I asked who was playing and the name he said rang a bell. After letting it sink in a minute, I remembered seeing a few of their cd's in Kristy's car. I offered him the face value of one ticket if I could have both. I fully expected him to try to counter offer way over face value and we'd negotiate to somewhere in between. But, to my surprise, he accepted.
When I got home, I showed the tickets to Kristy. She became very excited, hugged and kissed me. Then, she looked at the date printed on them, "Oh honey... It's tonight? We can't do that. Don't you think it would be incredibly rude to take off right after Adam gets here?"
"Adam will understand, baby. I've never heard of them doing such a small venue, before. It may be a once and a lifetime opportunity," I persuaded, facetiously. I fully expected her to call me out on my bs, but she didn't.
"You're right. They usually only do stadium shows. Oh, I hope Adam won't be too mad," she fretted.
"I'm going to cook a nice meal before we go; some steak, potatoes, and steamed broccoli. I think that will more than make up for it."
"Maybe," she smiled.
Soon after I got started, Adam showed up with a just few bags full of clothes. I was cooking dinner, so Kristy answered the door, "Come on in. Make yourself at home. Do you need help carrying anything in?"
"This is all I've got left," Adam answered. I thought about his big flat screen tv and video game systems. I figured he must have sold them to try to keep up with rent or utilities. I smiled, though I didn't really take as much delight in his misery as I wanted to.
He came in and sat down. "What happened to all your stuff?" Kristy asked.
"I sold what I could and the rest I threw away," he answered pretty calmly. "I was able to pay some of my bills, like my car payment. But, I still owe two months' rent, three months electric, and they took back my cell phone since it was on a monthly."
"Oh, that sucks, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's that bitch over there's," Adam quipped, referring to me.
I turned with a dirty look on my face. Before I could speak, Kristy scolded him, "Adam! I'm not going to have you two at each other's throats. You both have your reasons to be mad at each other, but, as long as you are living under the same roof, you are going to be civil to one another."
"Sorry," he relented. There was silence for a few minutes.
"So, how can you survive without a phone?" Kristy asked him.
"Since I had that falling out with Dave and Tony over you, it's not like I have any friends to talk to. But, I did have a lot of girl's numbers in there, so it's affected my sleeping arrangements a little. See, when I returned my phone, I asked them to save my contacts for me. The guy put them on a flash card and then told me it would be thirty bucks for the flash card. I only had twenty and didn't get paid for a week. He told me he'd save it for me, but when I came back the following week, he didn't work there anymore and nobody knew anything about it. So, I lost all my numbers. I should have written them down, but I didn't think about it."
"Oh, that sucks. So when's the last time you got laid?" Kristy asked bluntly.
"Kristy!" I gasped, "Isn't that a bit out of bounds?"
"It's cool," Adam sighed. "We're all friends here, right? Honestly, it's been over a month. The last time was the day before Valentine's day. I was seeing this one chick who stays in the dorms. I thought we had something going, but apparently she already had a boyfriend and didn't tell me until I told her after we fucked that I made reservations for dinner the next night."
"Why didn't you just find someone else to take to dinner?" Kristy asked.
"I did. We went to dinner and then to a party. On the way back to my place, I got pulled over and arrested for a DWI and spent the weekend in jail. Then, they took my license for sixty days. I had to get a bus back and forth to the school and that's when I started working at the coffee shop since I lost my other job."
I wanted to want to laugh, but I felt sorry for him. Still, there was a comforting irony in the idea that 'the player' hadn't gotten laid once since I started having sex with his ex.
"If you can't drive, how did you get here tonight?" Kristy asked the question that hadn't even occurred to me.
"I drove. I couldn't leave my car back there."
"Don't be stupid, Adam. We would have come to get you and your car. You don't want to get more time added on, do you? Oh, and we'll be happy to give you a ride to the school and back each day, too."
The conversation turned to classes and work out routines as I served dinner. Then, we ate and left for the concert. Adam seemed disappointed Kristy was leaving and she seemed equally disappointed to leave him. I was beginning to get worried, but she had a great time at the show. A couple of older guys were hitting on Kristy right in front of me and spiking her drink with the flask they snuck in. I was a bit offended, but she was enjoying the attention and I knew who she was going home with. Then, after I counted her drinking roughly six shots, she came over to me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Hey, baby. They said they know a secret route into the alley. If I go with them, they'll let me suck their cocks. Would that be okay with you? I mean, it's not cheating if you say it's okay, right?"
"I guess it's not cheating if I say it's okay, but I'm not going to say it's okay. You're just drunk and those guys are just trying to take advantage. We wouldn't even be talking about this if you were sober, so no."
"Ah, you're no fun. It's not just cause I'm drunk. They're cute and I'm pretty sure they have big cocks. I mean, if it was just cause I was drunk and desperate, I'd be asking to suck yours," she laughed.
Just then, the two guys came up behind me and one of them asked her, "So what did the wimp say?"
"I'm sorry, boys, but my possessive boyfriend doesn't want me to have a decent sex life," she replied, giggling. "I think he's jealous that I'd rather suck your dicks than his."
The other one spoke, "Ditch him, then. We'll take you back to our apartment and fuck your brains out. It'll be the best night of sex in your entire life."
I wanted to turn around and tell them to fuck off, but she was holding me tight and seemed to be in control of the situation when she answered, "I bet it would be and my pussy really wants me to say yes, but my head and my heart want me to stay with him, so I'll have to take a rain check. Sorry, boys..."
"Fucking tease," one of them moaned. "We ought to beat the fuck out of him, take you in the alley and split your asshole wide open."
I had enough and turned around, but before anything happened, the other guy put his arm in front of the chest of the guy with the beard and persuaded, "Let it go man. She's just a slut. There's plenty more here." The guy with the beard turned around to walk away, and the other turned to Kristy, grabbed his crotch and said, "Your loss, bitch."
As I looked at her, she replied, "I know," with a pouty expression on her face.
We sat back down and I put my arm around her and asked, "What was that all about? What's gotten into you? Did you really want to fuck them?"
She sighed, "Kinda, but not really. I really just wanted to hurt you. Between seeing Adam today, watching the lead singer with his shirt off and that big bulge in his tight leather pants, and having two hot college seniors trying to get in my pants, I'm really fucking horny. And you know my new favorite thing to do when I'm horny is hurt my little masochist."
"I know, but it's not the time or the place for Truth or Dare, Kristy. Let's just enjoy the rest of the show together and then go home, get naked, and you can say whatever you want to me."
"Okay, but you better believe I'm going to hurt your feelings for ruining my fun," she laughed.
"And why am I looking forward to that?" I laughed, myself.
When we got back home, Kristy had sobered up a good bit. She entered first and stopped near the living room area where the tv was on. I went to the fridge to get her a glass of water out of the pitcher and brought it to her. That's when I realized she wasn't looking at the tv, but at Adam's naked crotch.
"Kristy," I whispered scoldingly, "This isn't right!"
"What? He always sleeps naked," she muttered. Apparently, since he was still clutching it, he had started the night with a blanket. Now, it just covered his chest and the lower portion was hanging off the couch, leaving him fully exposed from the belly button down.
"I mean what you're doing, staring like that."
