Leftovers: Chapter Five
Almost six in the evening, Connie noted. Travis and Taylor sat at the kitchen table, catching up. As far as she knew they hadn't really talked since high school, or been particularly close, even back then. They had a lot of catching up to do. By her clock, they had about fifteen more minutes of sanity before someone humped something... not very long at all.
Shawna sat in Mike's lap. She'd confessed to Sana that the two of them had pulled over to the side of the road, fucked in the backseat of Mike's car on the way over. The timing lined up with the siblings' arrival... they had about as long a fuse as Connie did.
Sana was grilling the last ones to get here, making notations in a borrowed notebook. "And, Chadley... have you had intercourse with anyone outside of the group that was here last night?"
He shook his head. "No."
Connie felt some sympathy for the man. He wasn't that much of a looker, he had no social life to speak of, outside of a small group of friends he had on Xbox live. He made good money at his job, but he still lived with his mother. Or rather, his mother lived with him, he'd bought the house, moving them out of the trailer park they'd been in since his Dad had left them.
As the day wore on, Connie found herself remembering the last night clearer... the fog lifting from the blurry memories. She'd learned all that about Chadley during the evening's ramp up. When making out had first begun, when they were still capable of conversation. Just before clothes started becoming a hindrance. Chadley had been the plus one of an acquaintance, a work friend... another old high school alumni, who had shown up and left within the first hour. Chadley had decided to stick around, to try his luck with any and all of the pretty girls at the party.
He'd gotten lucky with three of them, Connie included, as well as two of the males. He was grateful, this amounted to more sexual encounters than his life had led him to so far... but he was spooked, too. Too much of a good thing set off alarm bells in his brain, and he wasn't the only one who looked scared.
He'd left Connie's house early on, one of the first Ubers out. And, just like everyone else, after an hour or so, the urges, the craving kicked back in. He solved it at home with a Fleshlight, and numerous subscription sites. Except... it stopped working, after a point. That point was noon, roughly two hours after he'd left Connie's. He shifted to a sex doll, and found little satisfaction there... then he'd received the invite to the group chat, an undetermined length of time later, just when he took a break so he wouldn't chafe. A helpful female was nearby to his house, and she was in similar distress.
Chadley actually ran to her, two blocks away. His lifetime conquests moved up another number, a grand total of six girls and two boys. They'd had sex multiple times since. His first encore performance with anyone.
She sat beside him, clutching his sweaty hand. They made an odd couple, him pudgy and short, her tall and slender. Connie and Chadley were almost the same height, Jordan and Travis almost eye to eye as well. She was on the college girl's basketball team.
"And you, Jordan?"
"No. Once I got home it was just me and my plastic friends... until Chadley came over." The tall girl awkwardly smiled at her rotund white knight. He looked up into her eyes, equally awkwardly smiling back at her.
Another odd connection, deep and seemingly profound. Sana and Tyler, like they'd been dating for months, was another. Then there was Hanna and Bryce... once you got past their odd relation to each other, they seemed more like an old married couple. Silent communication, casual touching, finishing each other's sentences, a comfortable ease between them that was hard to define. Watching them make love was just that. They didn't fuck, they loved each other. Sometimes vigorously.
Connie accepted it, along with a host of other oddities in her day. She sat in the big oversize recliner, with Paige squeezed in alongside her, and Petra perched on the arm. Seating was at a premium, today. Chadley and Jordan were on kitchen chairs relocated to the living room. Sana sat on the coffee table, facing them. The couch was filled with Mike and Shawna on one cushion, Hanna and her brother side by side on the other end.
Sana rose from her perch, and walked over to the bar. "Thank you for taking the time to answer those embarrassing questions. If you'll give me a moment, I have a bit of thinking to do."
Shawna leaned away from Mike, Connie saw him tighten his grip on her lower half. "One more question, if I may, to the group. Anyone remember the guy with the fish bowl?"
