After my romp with Christi, I showered, and then went to the bar that the party had been at a few weeks earlier. As I walked in, I saw Britt sitting there, just as I expected, and she was obviously getting a good buzz on.
I stepped into the empty space next to her and ordered a beer as she looked up at me.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I think we need to talk," I told her. "Let's go over to that empty booth.
"Fuck you," she replied, slurring a little. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Ok," I said. "Then we'll just talk about tonight right here at the bar, where everybody can hear us."
Britt's head jerked and her eyes got big, and then she slowly tried to stand.
As she took her first step, she stumbled a little, and I reached out to help her over to the booth.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I asked, smiling at her after we sat down. "Don't answer. I know you did, otherwise you wouldn't have watched as long as you did."
"Fuck you," she replied, slurring again.
"You know, I realized something tonight," I told her. "You're not really mad that I'm sleeping with your mother. You're jealous."
"Jealous?" she yelled. "Why the fuck would I be jealous of you?"
"Quit yelling," I told her calmly, "unless you want these people to think you're even more of a basket-case than they already do."
"Fuck you," she replied, looking around.
"I didn't say that you were jealous of me," I continued. "You're jealous of your mother."
We sat there quietly, looking at each other as Brittany glared at me for a couple of minutes.
"You're an asshole," she finally said.
"Maybe, but I'm right," I told her. "And, I keep your mother very happy."
"Fuck you," she mumbled as she took a drink.
"Really?" I replied. "With all of your education, is that the only reply you can come up with on a regular basis?"
Brittany glared at me again and finished off her drink.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" I asked. "You've obviously had too many, and you shouldn't get behind the wheel."
"I'll drive myself," she said defiantly. "I don't want any help from you."
"Suit yourself," I told her. "But just so you know, I'm going to sit here and wait until you leave, and I'm going to follow you home."
"Why are you such an asshole?" she asked loudly.
"In this case, I'm not an asshole," I told her. "I would just hate to see someone else get hurt because you shouldn't have been driving, and I would hate to have to see your parents fork out the money it would take to get a lawyer because you were stupid enough to drive."
"Yeah, like you care about my dad," she spit at me.
"Young lady, I understand that you're not happy with me right now, but there is more to this story than you know, or that you need to know, so don't be so judgmental."
Britt glared at me again, looking like she wanted to say something, but instead pulled her car keys from her purse.
"I'm going home," she slurred.
"And I'm right behind you," I replied.
I heard her mumble "Asshole," as we walked out the door.
A few minutes later, I watched as she pulled her car into her driveway, and I then went inside my house and went to sleep.
*****
The next morning, as I was cleaning off my patio, Britt walked into my yard.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked softly.
"I don't know," I replied. "Can you?"
"Huh?"
"You don't exactly have a history of TALKING to me," I told her. "Normally you yell at me."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I want to talk. Privately."
"Ok," I replied.
I led her to a table and chairs in the shade and we sat down.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch last night," she said. "You caught me by surprise."
"That's not all I caught you by," I laughed.
"I know," she said softly, looking at the ground.
She was silent for a minute, and I was about to ask if there was anything else she wanted, when she looked at me again.
"You're right," she said. "I am jealous. Of my mother."
I didn't respond. I just looked at her.
"Ever since she started up with you, she's been a different person," she continued. "She's happy. I don't think she's ever been this happy."
"I want that," she went on. "I've never been with a man that can make me that happy. That can make my respond the way you get her to last night."
I sat there thinking that she could find a guy to make her that happy, if she didn't act like such a bitch to them.
"I watched and listened to my mother last night, and I was jealous. I want a man that can make me cum like that. Hell, I want a man that can make me cum, period. The guys I've been with just want to get their rocks off and then go to sleep, or wait until they can go again. I don't think that my last boyfriend even knew I could cum."
"Ok, now you're getting into the 'TMI' area," I laughed.
"Sorry," she said. "But it's not funny."
"I can imagine," I told her.
"I know all about my parents and you," she said after a few seconds of silence.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I know about the bet," she said.
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I didn't. I sat quietly and looked at her.
"I think it's disgusting that my dad would do something like that," she went on, "and at first, I was pissed-off that you went along with it."
"But I see how happy my mother is, and while I still think it's wrong, I am happy that she's happy. And I know that you are the reason that she's so happy, so I really can't be that mad at you."
"I wish I knew what to say," I told her. "I have no defense."
"You don't have to defend yourself," she replied. "Like I said, my mother's happy. Hell, she's happier than I can ever remember her being."
"I also know about my dad, my brother, and that fat slut they're fucking," she continued.
"How do you know about all of this?" I had to ask.
"My father has a big mouth," she said. "I hear him bragging about it all the time when he's on his cell phone in the garage, supposedly working on his boat."
"Ahh. Ok," I replied. Joe was known for his loud voice, and it didn't surprise me at all that he would brag about his playmate at work to whoever would listen.
"The whole thing disgusts me," she said, "but like I said, I really can't be too mad at you and my mother. It's almost like you were put into this situation."
