Tired as I was, I woke somewhat early the next morning because twin extra long beds are not made for two people. I untangled my naked body from Payton's and in doing so woke her too, even though she was groggy as ever. "Come back to bed," she groaned.
"I'm too awake now, but you can go back to sleep."
She groaned then asked, "Are you going to text your friend?"
"You're sure you want me to?"
"Yes, she's so hot."
I laughed. "You don't need to wake up first?"
"You know I just need a few minutes."
"Alright, I'll text her to go to breakfast."
Payton mumbled her assent and I texted Jessica. She texted back that she was already getting her food but I could join, so I roused Payton and gave her some pajamas and slippers to wear. I wore a white camisole and pink shorts with flip-flops. "You're going to freeze your ass off," Payton said as we went out the door.
"Then you guys can enjoy my hard nipples," I countered.
Payton smiled and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. "My bra shows through this shirt so we're even," she said when she pulled up.
"Are we? Your tits are awesome but they're going to stretch my shirt."
She kissed my cheek and we walked hand-in-hand to the dining hall, quiet the whole time. There was something beautiful about sleepyhead Payton in the morning, and the fact that she had barely straightened her hair before leaving added to that beauty. She didn't think so, quietly smoothing her hair in the reflection of the door as I bought her dining hall pass. We got our food and found Jessica, wearing a long, baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. The two of us sat across from her at the long, rectangular table. "Figure everything out?" she asked as we sat.
"Yes, thank you," Payton answered.
"Sorry, your name again?" Jessica's voice was flat, the voice of a college girl who didn't want to be at breakfast so early to talk to the person she was talking to.
"Payton."
Jessica ate. I watched, and Payton seemed to eat but I think she was watching Jessica. Twice during the silence Jessica seemed to pause and motion to speak, but said nothing. Finally, Payton said, "I'm really sorry I interrupted last night."
Jessica looked up to see that Payton was addressing her, not the both of us. "It's fine," she said, looking back at her meal. "I wish I had a friend who I could go to like that." Then she looked at me and opened her mouth to say something, but then went back to her meal once again.
"You seem mad," I said.
"I don't know, Carly. Like I said, I wish I had a friend I could go to like that. And I wish I had a friend who would drop everything for me like you did. But I thought we had a great time, and I wasn't ready to say goodnight, and, no offense Payton, but I kind of thought you'd come alone to see me."
"None taken," Payton answered, "and if you're, you know, frustrated, Carly will still go to bed with you."
"What the fuck?" Jessica exclaimed, looking at Payton then at me.
I tried to answer but Payton beat me. "Carly and I are together. I wasn't able to give her what she needed, but I am now. So dating, emotional connections, I'm calling those. But she has quite the libido and she's great in bed, so I'm not holding her back there."
"What the fuck, do you have some lesbian cuckquean fetish?"
"Haven't decided, but I think it'd be hot for you and Carly to hook up."
"Seriously, what the hell, Carly? Was this whole getting to know each other thing some kind of kink? Is that why you were moving so fast?"
"No," I answered, a meek, raspy denial like that of someone surprised to be caught, surprised to be in trouble.
"Is the two best friends thing a lie?"
"No," I said.
"No, we really do have another best friend," Payton continued. "We're a walking dumb blonde joke, but only I can say that and I have the grades to disprove it."
Jessica gave her a "not the time" look and then asked me, "So why didn't you tell me about Payton if you were telling me about your other friend?"
"I don't know."
"Look, I'm not going to be a pawn in your," she waved her hand between us, "whatever this is."
She started to move and then I got some courage. "Wait," I said. "I'll come clean. One hundred percent."
"So you were lying," she said, sinking back into her chair.
"Nothing big like you think. But you don't tell everyone everything on a first date."
"Fine. I don't know how you do this to me, but if you want to come clean, I'll listen."
"What I told you about my best friend and neighbor on her birthday is mostly true. Joy was instigating everything, but Payton was there. And it wasn't my neighbor, it was my sister."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I didn't actually have sex with her for a couple of weeks. But I hooked up with my sister several times over the summer. And my mom and I started fucking a week later and we fucked pretty much every night over the summer. The five of us had orgies every weekend, and Payton and I would sometimes go out and hook up weekday evenings. But I had no idea she wanted anything more until last night, and for what it's worth, I was pretty pissed at her until she explained why she had never said anything."
"I don't know what to say to that."
"You don't have to say anything, but don't feel like I used you. Call me a slut or a bitch or whatever, but I really don't want you to feel like you were used. I think you're awesome. I liked you. I like you. But I'm in love with Payton and the timing was just really bad."
"This is too weird."
