I was late again. I am going to be late to my own funeral - I am planning it that way. Always late to work, fortunately I could usually sneak by the boss's office. My boyfriend had learned to tell me to be somewhere a half hour earlier than was required. I loved him for it.
But this time, I was on my way to my best friend's house. We had known each other for about 6 years, met at our kids' elementary school. Would always stand outside and bullshit while waiting for them to come out. Our kids got along well too, so we would hang out at the park around the corner afterwards some days. Things just progressed from there. We had a lot in common, had grown up with no fathers, & our kids' fathers had taken off also. What a coincidence.
I arrived on her porch, out of breath and holding her bottle of wine and my 6-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade. The kids were with their grandmothers. We couldn't really afford to go out much, so this was our time off.
"Hey, what's happenin?" She took the packages & led me into the kitchen, where I plopped down into my seat.
"People drive like fucking idiots out there!" I exclaimed, still wired from rushing around. Michelle didn't drive unless she absolutely had to, & it was scary as hell being in the passenger seat when she did.
She poured herself a glass of wine, and I opened a bottle of my Bud. We relaxed into conversation, talking about everything and nothing. She was always interesting to talk to - especially music. After a couple glasses of wine, she cleared her throat. I knew something was coming...
"Sooo....Sarah..."
"Oh shit, what'd I do now?" I joked, trying to ease her sudden tension.
She tried to laugh, but it didn't come out quite right. I knew it was serious.
"Well...you know that guy I've been seeing?" Yeah, I knew him, he was 10 years younger than her, and oh boy was she having fun with him. She'd told me about the veggies she'd check out at the store, turning red when she realized a guy was watching the way she was looking at it. Good for her - she deserved to have some fun.
"Uhmmm, yeahhhh.." I replied, wondering what she was getting to.
"Well, his birthday is next week. And I was thinking...it's always been his fantasy to have a threesome..."
Wow, I thought. Now there's a bombshell. I was speechless for a bit, thoughts running in my head...well, he's cute, nice body. And her - she was pretty hot herself, now that I thought about it that way...I wasn't too bad, either, I noticed when we were out together, some guys would almost fall over themselves checking us out. What the hell. I had always thought about trying it...You only live once...
"Oh," I said. "When's his birthday?"