THE PSO (Phone Sex Operator)

Questions & Hangovers

“Nate?” my voice shakes.

“Yeah, baby?” he presses a tender kiss to my cheek.

“...is that – is that a wedding ring?”

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Nate freezes above me.

His silence speaks louder than words ever could.

“Oh my god,” I chant. I was having sex with a married man. He wasn’t mine; he belonged to someone else already. I push at his chest. He leaves me immediately; my lady parts don’t care about his marital status and protest at his loss. “Oh my god, Nate. What the fuck.”

“Sarah, I can explain-”

The front door crashes open.

“Rah-rah, it’s okay! I’m home now!” Zach pants as he enters the house. He freezes at the sight of me, stark naked on the sofa with Nate kneeling over me, jeans around his thighs. “What the fuck!” he screeches.

...Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse.

“Get off of her you rapist piece of shit-” my best friend dashes from the front door, ready to fight for my honour, when suddenly he trips and lands flat on his face.

We really need to get rid of that rug, I think to myself.

“Jesus Christ,” Nate mutters, tucking himself back into his pants at the same time he reaches down and grabs something from the floor. A bit of fabric is placed over my head before I can blink.

Nates top. He pulls it down as I sieve my arms through.

Now covered, I stand on jelly legs and rush over to Zach. “Zach he’s not raping me. I’m fine. I gave consent!” I tell him as I help him stand.

“Seriously, Sarah,” Zach says, breathing heavily. I’d probably given him a heart attack…or two. His eyes were red and fully of worry. “We get broken into and you bone the guy!” he exclaims.

“Zach it’s not like th-” I try to explain. Nate buckles his jeans.

My best friend waves me off. “I mean, I’m totally jealous because that’s a fantasy of mine but did you have to do it on my side?” He peeks around me at Nate. “You know, I have something of a monster dick myself.”

“Oh, so you’re just going to flirt with him in front of me,” I state, rolling my eyes. A second ago he was worried I was getting raped; now he was making a move.

Zach ignores me, giving Nate a drunken wink. “You know, me and Sarah share everything,” he draws out the last word, whispering suggestively.

I cross my arms over my chest and speak to Nate over my shoulder, “We really don’t.” I gesture between them. “Zach…this is Nate. Nate, Zach.”

Zach gasps loudly. “The Nate?”

“Yes, that Nate.” It hurts how excited Zach looks, because not too long ago I was also excited to meet Nate. But then it turns out everything had been a lie and he was married. My chest aches.

“Nice to meet you,” Nate tells him, clearing his throat.

“Nate was just leaving,” I tell Zach

“Nooo, why?” Zach protests. “Is it because I interrupted? Because you can carry on, I don’t mind. I’ll just go upstairs. I won’t even watch. Probably.”

“Sarah, before I go, can we please talk?” Nate interrupts. “I need to explain.”

“Aw, did you cum too quickly? Don’t worry, bro. It happens to the best of us,” Zach nods sympathetically.