Married Too Fast

No Amends-Making Here

***Tara's POV***

"So you guys wanna try this out again?" Rita asked, breaking the silence, looking between Duff and I.

Oh God...

"What do you mean?" Duff shot back, clenching his jaw hard with anger.

"The sex thing. Isn't that why you called us back here Tara?" Rita said, looking at me.

"Uh, no. I never said that," I responded.

Which was the truth. I never brought up the sex thing.

"Well, that's what we assumed. Usually we don't just get called back to sit and talk. We get called back to fuck," Rita honestly told us.

"So then it looks like you're on your way out," Duff fakely smiled.

"No wait, hang on," I stopped them, "stay here. I need a minute with Duff."

Duff looked at me and I nodded to the bedroom.

We walked into the bathroom and he stared at me in shock.

"I can't fuckin' believe this," he told me.

"Me neither. I never brought up us having sex with them!" I whisper-yelled.

"Well, they need to leave. Now," Duff said seriously.

"No, no. We can't kick them out again!"

"Well, what then?! They can't stay!"

"We'll just politely decline their sex offer and have a nice time with them. Okay?"

"Come on, Tara. They won't stay if we don't fuck 'em!"

"Well, then let's just do it. Let's bite the bullet and fuck them."

"Are you insane? Why would we do that? Why do you care so much about these fuckin' weirdos?"

"I don't know," I sighed, "it's hard to explain. But Duff let's please just do it. It can't be that bad, Rita's hot!"

"You're persuading me to fuck another woman. Can't you see how fucked up this is?"

"You're an almost rockstar. Rockstars lives are about fucking women."

Duff just shook his head at me and moved right past me to head back to the main room.

I quickly followed him and we sat back down on the couch.

"My wife Tara decided she wants to do it for some odd reason," Duff breathed, clearly pissed off.

"Great!" Rita exclaimed, happily clapping her hands together.

"Tara and Todd you start us off," Duff ordered.

I shot him a weird look and then stood up with Todd.

"Shut off the lights, won't you Todd?" I politely asked him.

He nodded and walked over to the light switch to shut it off. It was still kind of light outside with the sun getting just about ready to set, so it wasn't nearly as dark as the first time we did this.

We moved the coffee table and Todd immediatley grabbed me and started kissing me.

I kissed him back, not feeling good about it. It feels icky to me that I'm doing this. Nothing about this is sexy to me, it just turns me off.

Todd then started to undress me and there was no peep out of Duff, which surprised me.

I then undressed him and we were both now only in our underwear.

He reached to unhook my bra and that's when I heard Duff's loud feet stomp on the ground.

Before I knew it, Todd was dragged off of me and was sucker punched by my husband, Duff.

"Duff, are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled, looking at Todd laying on the floor.

"My leg!" Todd screeched, holding his leg in pain.

"What happened to your leg baby?" Rita asked, kneeling down next to him, stroking his hair.

"On the way down from Duff's punch I hit my leg on the coffee table. And hard. I think it may be broken," Todd explained.

"Fuck. Do we have to call an ambulance?" I questioned.

"I think so," Todd replied.

"Todd--" Duff started to speak.

"No more from you. We had enough of you. Just go to your fucking band practice and don't come back for a while," I said to Duff with pure anger.

Duff gave me a hurt look back but listened to what I said and left the loft. I took a deep breath, quicky re-dressed myself, and walked to the landline to dial 911.

****
The ambulance came and dragged Todd away into the truck. I waved goodbye to Rita and Todd and they both were extremely upset. Well, there goes my chance of making amends with them.

I then started to head upstairs to go back to the loft.