Hope wakes up the next morning naked, legs tangled with tan limbs and blankets. She kisses the brunette on her forehead and slips out of the bed and gets dressed. Quietly she makes her way back to her car and drives away.
Two weeks later she is sitting at her desk working on a paper when her phone rings. Without looking at the caller ID she picks it up. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Josie? Where are you? I can barely hear you. Are you alright?" Hope asks in a panicked tone.
"Hopey! I misses yooooouuuuu!"
"Are you drunk?"
"NOOOOO. I feel amazing! I just left the bar." Josie squeals out.
"How are you getting home? Please don't drive."
"I can't drive, are you crazy? I'm taking an Uber silly. "
"Ok good. Are you alone?"
"As a matter a fact I am. Some girl tried to take me home but I didn't want her. She'll just leave like everyone else so what's the point?." Josie says with a sniffle.
Silence follows.
"Jo, stay on the phone with me until you get home please?"
"Okkkayy. I'm almost there I think?"
"Why are you drinking alone?"
"I'm home! See, I can do it by myself." 'hiccup'
"I know you can, I was just concerned."
"I don't know how you can help me, I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No not really. I'm just sad and drunk and a little horny and I thought talking to you...I don't know what I thought. It was probably a bad idea to call you."
Hope hesitates. She knows Josie would never admit this when sober. "I don't mind really. I want to be here for whatever you need. What do you need?" Hope hears some shuffling and waits for a response.
"I made it to my bed. Hope?"
"Yes Jo?"
"I lost my clothes. Oops." Josie says with a little giggle.
"Maybe try and get some sleep ok?"
"Hope....I--I need you." The brunettes whispers.
"Jo, I'm hundreds of miles away. What can I do?"
"Just talk, I can take care of everything else on my end." Josie says suggestively.
Hope feels extremely guilty for what she's about to do. If there's a Hell, I'm going straight there.
"I thought about you and Penelope when you first started dating. What it would be like, to be the one you went home with. I was so jealous. It made me so....hot."
"Fuck, Hope." Josie moans out. "I don't wanna think about her right now. In fact I don't wanna think about her ever again in that way. Talk about that night we were together." Josie pleads practically breathless.
Hope can't believe this is happening. "What do you want me to say about it? How fucking wet you made me or how unbelievably good you taste?"
"Please...oh god...yes. Just keep talking." Josie's voice is vibrating through the phone.
Consequences be damned. Hope keeps talking.....
