The Final Lesson Plan (19 page)

"Alright bitch, whatca doing?" Char asked.

I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Shots," as I licked the strange guy's neck, poured salt on his neck, and placed the lemon in his mouth.

Char looked between the two of us, and then said, "No, you're not." Then she licked his neck, did the shot, and sucked the lemon right out of his mouth. She looked at him and said, "Char. What's your name?"

"Jenny," she said smiling and winking at us. Holy fuck. He was a girl. Char smiled and pulled me away. I loved this place, so did she. Open Minds was definitely going to be our new favorite hangout. Jenny. That's great.

"Listen up. Focus." Char instructed. "Are you focused?"

I nodded. Granted, I focused on both of the Chars standing in front of me, but I focused nonetheless. Getting drunk sure cured a lot of my problems. I should probably drink more often.

"Briggs is here," she said.

"YAY! Where?" I could definitely use a little Briggs action right about now.

"As much as I love how much your face just lit up, you should also know that Leo is here too."

Instantly sobering, I said, "What? How?" I definitely needed to stop drinking. Alcohol surely wasn't worth it.

"Okay that would be my fault. I texted Briggs and told him that a horny, drunk Janelle was looking way hot tonight," she confessed. I loved that about Char. She never waited around for me to pull my shit together. Char did it for me. "Well, apparently, Sarah had the same idea…but she texted Leo."

I looked around and started for the exit, but Char grabbed my arm. "You're not going anywhere. There's nowhere to go. I drove." Shit.

This was just perfect. Whenever they were together, things got complicated. Complicateder. Eh, it was summer. I didn't need to talk or think like an English teacher. I knew this was not going to go well. So yeah, complicateder than ever before.

I walked over to where everyone was standing, and tapped Briggs and Leo on the shoulders. Briggs wasted no time turning me around and embracing me. As he hugged me, he lifted me up, hiking my dress up in back. I could feel the air on my ass, not caring who saw or who cared. Immediately, Leo pulled my dress back down and said, "Enough Alexander, this is not your night."

Not letting me go, Briggs said, "You're the dumb fuck who cancelled today; she's free game." Then, Briggs leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips. "Let's dance."

Briggs led me to the dance floor just as the DJ started playing some hot rap song. Alcohol and rap were my biggest aphrodisiacs—even though I never knew or recognized any of the rap artists. Couple them with two hot guys, and I was pretty damn good to go. Briggs turned me around, facing me outward as he pulled me back against him. He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck and ears. My entire body was turning to Jello and heating up simultaneously. The music was getting to me; the lyrics were working their erotic magic, not to mention the eroticism that was up against me. I reached behind me, between us, to ensure that we were both feeling these incredible sensations.

Getting into the music, I had my eyes closed as Briggs controlled our movements, grinding us together on the dance floor. I opened my eyes when I felt something cold on my lips. Surprised to see him in front of me, Leo offered me a chilled bottle of beer. I licked my lips and opened my mouth slightly as he held the bottle and allowed me to sip the beer. Leo watched me, not moving, not reacting to Briggs' arms around me. Leo gave me another drink, and then took the beer and downed it in one long, drawn-out slug, never taking his eyes from mine.

Leo moved in close to me, so close that I was pinned between both of them. Wondering where this could go, where it was going to go, I began to place my arms around his neck, when Leo leaned in and whispered, "I gotta go; I'll see you tomorrow." Then, he kissed me softly on the lips and left, leaving me…leaving me…Sad.

Briggs and I spent the rest of the night on the dance floor. The man could move, and could move well. No wonder he'd hooked up so much in college. It was impossible to be up against him, grinding with him, holding onto him, and not want to fuck the Hell out of him. Twice now, he and I'd been on a dance floor, and I could barely keep myself from publicly mounting him. I was beginning to think I had some exhibitionist tendencies that I never knew I possessed before.

Char, Sarah, Vivian, Briggs, and I closed the bar. It was no big surprise when we looked around and realized the lights were on, and people were sweeping and cleaning up. Char and I were no strangers to the phrase "don't let the door hit ya in the ass." In college, if she wasn't going home with someone, then she was fighting with someone to find out where the "after hours" party was.

Char seemed to have an incredible night. Oddly, she was sober and hadn't hooked up with anyone all night, male or female. I was actually shocked by how many straight men were at the bar. It really was an establishment for open minds, for people who didn't give two ferocious fucks what anyone else was doing. A few guys approached her, slowly, I assumed trying to get a clearer picture of her sexual preference. But for the first time since I'd known Char, she wasn't all over someone on the dance floor, making Cinemax look like a Disney film. She just danced with Vivian and Sarah most of the night. When it was obvious that they needed some alone time, Char sat at the bar, chatting up the drag queen bartender.

Briggs wanted to take me home, but Char refused to let him, claiming that he'd already taken enough of our girls' night, forgetting that he was only there at her initial request. When she told him that we still had a date with Denny's, he begged to go along with us. Char again rebuffed his pleas. Char said that "Moons-over-my-Hammies" were a girls-only kind of thing. Briggs just stared at her and shrugged his shoulders. Even though she clearly wanted him gone, it didn't stop her from shoving me into him to give him "a proper goodbye." Char would stop at nothing to get her way. Char wanted me with Briggs, and she had no qualms about making that abundantly obvious to anyone around.

"Tell me this is some foul disgusting joke," Vivian begged.

"Nope, so wish it were," I said, taking a bite out of my sandwich. "It was the first blow job I'd ever given, and he blew it right in my hair. I had a giant cum ball wadded up in my pony tail. Re-fucking-pulsive!"

"No thank you," Sarah said, glancing over at Vivian, who nodded in agreement.

"Ask Char about her high school boyfriend," I prompted.

"Dude used to come in a cup," Char stated matter-of-factly, not missing a beat.

"He what?" Sarah asked, eyes wide.

"I don't know. He'd pull out and finish in a Styrofoam cup," Char said, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. She'd told this story so many times since I'd met her that it didn't faze her at all anymore. "Used to say that he wanted to make sure it was all in there and not inside me. I never could figure why a condom wouldn't prove that. Who knows, maybe he drank it after I left."

"Ewwwww"

"Oooohhhh"

"Gross."

We'd been talking for two hours; it was nearly 5:00 in the morning. I loved Vivian. I wanted to hate her, wanted to kill her in her sleep, and stomp on her vicious friend-hurting heart. But, she was great. How could I've not known that? There was no way that Sarah would fall for someone less than extraordinary.

Vivian was amazing, and extremely gorgeous. Her jet-black hair was cut short, just brushing her shoulders, in a blunt, all one-length bob. She had that beautiful pale porcelain skin that's just flawless. Vivian's eyes were the darkest brown I'd ever seen. She was tall, statuesque, and incredibly fit. No wonder Sarah couldn't get her out her mind. She was stunning. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Their contrasts complemented each other. Sarah's red hair and adorable, petite, daintiness were the perfect fit for Vivian's breathtaking beauty.

"What're you thinking about?" Sarah asked.

"How hot it must be for you two to have sex," I blurted out without giving it a second thought. Char lost it, laughing hysterically.

"Holy fuck, I was just thinking the same thing," Char said. "Will you guys tape that shit? People'd pay some jack for that. We could all retire. I'm wet just thinking about you two going at it."

"It is pretty hot," Vivian said, staring at Sarah, who dropped her head, blushing.

From what I saw tonight, Jasper's assistant, Melissa, didn't stand a chance with Sarah. Sarah's heart belonged 100% to Vivian. Sarah was the sole owner of Vivian's heart and respect too. Now, they both just needed to get their damn heads out of their asses and get it together. Vivian had finally told her parents that she was gay and completely in love with Sarah. Vivian's parents were devastated. Ironically and sadly, they'd loved Sarah and always invited her to dinner and to weekend getaways when the two of them were "just friends." Supposedly, it was just fine if she was the "best friend from college," but the "lesbian lover" was completely off limits and unacceptable. Stupid fuckers.

Vivian's parents looked at her and told her to decide. It was either Sarah or them. She looked at her mother and father and said, "Duh, that's a no brainer." Then, Vivian packed up her shit and now she was trying to figure out what she was going to do in Ohio, praying that Sarah would take her back.

"Speaking of which, we better get home," Char said. "The lust in you chicks' eyes is enough to make me climax." Vivian and Sarah laughed as I rolled my eyes and punched Char in the arm. "Oww. What the fuck? You should be thanking me. The show you and Briggs were putting on out on the dance floor was enough to make me orgasm in my seat, too. Everyone's getting' some."

"I thought you were gonna clean up that trash mouth?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"I'm trying. You can't quit that shit cold turkey. I'm easing into it," she explained.

"Good luck with that." I encouraged.

Hi. I'm Leo. Leo Cling. This is supposed to be my opportunity to convince you all that I'm the one for Janelle. I'm not real certain how I'm going to do that. I don't know if I should convince you why Janelle shouldn't be with Briggs Alexander or why she should be with me. I guess the reason that I'm not sure which avenue to pursue is because I don't have a truly valid reason why Briggs would be so wrong for her. Every time I see them together, she seems happy, seems to be having the time of her life. Briggs is going to be successful; he's already rich and famous. He could buy and sell me if he wanted to. And he's obviously into her, like really into her. You can't see the way he looks at her. I can. Briggs has the same look in his eyes, on his face, that I do.