Play Along With It

Between the Bedsheets

Norman and Sean were getting drunk, and they were laughing at each other's stupid jokes. The later it got, the more wild the crowd started getting. Norman and Sean soon joined the mob, and started dancing and laughing. Sean appeared to be more sober than Norman by the way he would glance around, particularly at the door. Norman on the other hand, seemed to not care. I stayed at the booth, just being by myself. Until I decided to go for a drive to clear my mind.

~Norman~

I was drunk. More drunk than I've ever been before. I barely had any consciousness, and my thoughts were jumbled. I couldn't think straight, and my movements were sloppy. Beer after beer was downed, and I felt like I was on Cloud 9. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't walk in a straight line if I tried. Everyone was swirly and splotched, like they were water and someone added some food dye to it. I did recognize a beautiful head of brown and red hair, and I was reminded of my mission for tonight. I smirked and shoved my way through the crowd towards Tiff. She was laughing at the bar, sipping on a martini. I wrapped my arm around her waist and nuzzled into her neck.

"C'mon baby. Let's get outta here." I slurred, giving her neck kisses while one of my hands went down to where her clit was. She moaned when I rubbed her through the jeans she was wearing, and I started leading her out of the bar. She followed without hesitation, and I led her to Sean's car. Sean knew how to ride my bike. He'd get home. I got into the front seat, while Tiffany got into the passenger seat. As soon as she was in, she leaned over and captured my lips in hers. I groaned into her mouth, groping at her butt while I started chewing and sucking on her bottom lip.

"Mhm, home..." She moaned, pulling away from me. For some reason her voice was a little higher than normal, so I just assumed that it was my drunk hearing. And maybe because she was drunk and horny, too.

"'Course baby. I have somethin' special planned tonight." I mumbled, starting the truck and starting home.

~Tiffany~

I drove around for about a half hour, trying to decide how to tell Norman that I was pregnant with his baby. I couldn't think of many good ways to tell him unfortunately, so I decided to call it quits and go home. When I pulled up to the house, I saw that Sean's truck was already inside. I shrugged it off and parked my bike beside it, heading inside. As soon as I was inside, I heard the bed springs in Norman's and my room bouncing like crazy, along with the moans of a girl. I rolled my eyes and flopped down onto the couch. Sean. You immature asshole. I chuckled to myself and flipped the TV on. Then, I heard Norman's bike pull up and park outside. The front door opened.

"Hey Norm. Sean's getting his revenge in our room. What'd you say we screw around in his little truck again?" I suggested, turning around with a smile on my face.

It was Sean.

The smile fell from my face when I saw Sean standing in the doorway. That means...

I got up and turned to the bedroom door. The moans and bed springs were still in play, and now I could hear Norman's faint grunts. I swallowed back tears, and slowly made my way to the door. I was praying that this was all just a nightmare, or maybe even Reggie had broke in and was fucking some girl on our bed. With my lip quivering, I slowly opened the door.

Time slowed down. My heart shattered into millions of pieces. My chest constricted. I couldn't breathe. Because there, on the bed Norman and I shared at night, was the man I thought I loved. The man who's child I was carrying. The man I let into my life. The same man who was on top of another girl, pounding into her. I saw rose petals scattered around the room. He seemed to be enjoying himself with her legs wrapped around his waist while he drilled into her. She was moaning with overwhelming pleasure, and clawing at his back. Then, he said something that made it impossible to breath.

"I love you baby. I love you so fuckin' much."

I slowly shut the door again, hearing the bed springs bounce quicker. I turned around, letting the first tear fall. Sean was still standing there in silence, looking at me with a look that said "I'm sorry." I sniffed once and pulled my keys out of my belt. I stormed towards the door, when Sean grabbed my elbow.

"I'm sorry Tiff." Was all he said. Then he handed me some rolled up dollars. I sniffed once, took the money, and stormed out of the house.

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~Norman~

The next morning, I woke up in bed alone. My head was pounding from the hangover I was in, but I couldn't have been happier. I finally told her last night. I told Tiff what she meant to me. I sighed, and rolled over. The room smelt like sex- no, love. Rose petals were on the floor and a few remained on the bed with me. I sat up with a groan, and looked down at the empty spot beside me. Where is she? I had the image of her making us breakfast, and I smiled a little. I threw the sheets off, and pulled on some pajama pants and a grey shirt. I let out another groan, arching and cracking my back. Then I headed out of our room and into the kitchen. But she wasn't there.

"Where's Tiff?" I asked Sean, who was sipping coffee at the island silently.

"You fucked up man." He muttered, setting the mug down.

"What-"

"That wasn't Tiffany. You confessed your love to some whore who wouldn't give two shits about you." He stated, glaring up at me.

And just like, my world came crashing down. "Wh-what?" I whispered, my heart cracking. How could I have been so blind!

"Tiffany's gone."