I had been in the restroom for about ten minutes, pacing back and forth in a small cubicle like a prisoner gone mad. While walking to the restroom, I caught the young waiter who served me my juice box staring at me while sniggering to her colleagues. I'm sure the whole restaurant was having a good laugh at my expense right now. God knows what they must be thinking, what they must be saying.
However, none of this distressed me half as much as the thought of what Alisha and Imogen must be talking about. I couldn't believe how brazen Imogen had been in demanding I kiss Alisha's foot in public. I knew she was the team captain. I expected her to have some leadership skills. But to order me, someone she had only met once before, to humiliate myself publicly, and for me to obey.
Suddenly Alisha's recent propensity for dominance made sense. She had always taken the lead in our relationship, and I was more than happy to follow my unbelievably beautiful girlfriend. But things had become noticeably more extreme in recent months since we moved to Seattle, and she met Imogen.
After a couple more minutes of purgatory, I got a notification on my phone, 'come back, babe xx'. On my way back to the table, I stared down at my phone, avoiding unnecessary eye contact, only looking up to make sure I didn't bump into anyone. Sitting in my seat, I glanced at Alisha, and to my surprise, her playful, tormenting smile had been replaced by a stern look that made me feel as if I was in a job interview.
"I've not been totally honest with you recently, James."
"W-what do you mean?" I enquired. A sense of dread was quickly coming over me.
"As you know, we've not been having sex lately."
I knew this all too well.
"I love you, James, we've been together for about four years now, and I can't imagine my life without you,"
Why did a sense a 'but' coming...?
"But I'm not attracted to you anymore."
There it was. My worst nightmare quickly turned into reality, and I could feel the tears building in my eyes. I had sacrificed everything for Alisha, I had no education because of her, I hadn't worked in over two years to make sure she could focus on her soccer. Worst of all, though, I loved her, I adored her, I worshipped the ground she walked on, quite literally, and I knew I could never get someone like her again in a million years.
"You're a great guy, James. You're smart, funny and handsome... but..."
There it was again.
"I think I'm a lesbian."
At this point, she reached over the table and held Imogen's hand. I had almost forgotten she was here, witnessing the worst moment of my life.
"James, I don't want to break up with you, I still want you to be my boyfriend, but we need to make some changes."
Slightly relieved but still wholly perplexed, all I could muster was a pathetic response, "I love you, Alisha."
"I know you do, James, and that's why I know you'll do everything you can to make this work for us, right?"
She planted her foot back in my crotch, rubbing it slowly against my cock. Still unsure what to make of this situation, sitting in complete silence, I couldn't decide whether I was heartbroken or horny.
Imogen, who had been quiet up to this point, leant in and stared deep into my eyes. A mixture of shame and embarrassment caused me to glance down, but she reached out and held my chin so that I couldn't look away.
"Look, James, I'm not happy about this either. Me and Alisha have been seeing each other for a while now, and I want to take our relationship to the next level."
Although I should have felt a deep sense of betrayal that Alisha had been cheating on me, the picture of her and Imogen together, as well as Alisha's foot rubbing against my now erect penis, overrode any logic.
"I told Alisha that she should break up with you, and to be honest, I still think she should. However, since telling me about your relationship, she's convinced me that you could be useful."
Turning my face to look at Alisha, I asked, "Babe, what the fuck is she talking about?"
My insolence didn't seem to please Imogen, and she yanked my head back to face her
