Page 1 of Unicorn Experiment
Chapter 1
“Can we stop talking about your boring perfect life, and talk about my debauched one instead?” Jules asked as she rolled on her back, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.
I kicked her in the thigh. “Excuse me for wanting to tell my best friend about my week.” Fluffing the pillow under my head, I got more comfortable.
We were on the floor of my house, debriefing our week… something we had done since we were college roommates ten years ago. It didn’t matter that we lived across from each other and owned a marketing company together.
A tradition was a tradition.
“I love you, Rachel, but you and Bradford are a fucking fairytale couple. He literally tripped over his own two feet when he saw you, and you saved him with your overflowing medical aid in your backpack.” She pretended to retch before she continued. “I need to put some villainous stories in your life.”
“I’m terrified for what’s about to come out of your mouth.” I braced myself, wondering what she could have gotten into since the last time I talked to her.
Jules cackled, jumping up and grabbing my laptop off the couch, then her fingers flew over the keyboard. I nervously waited for her debauched reveal.
When the laptop was thrust into my face, I scrunched my eyes together, while I attempted to figure out what Jules was showing me. An obnoxiously bright website with smiling couples plastered over it stared back at me, butterflies and unicorns sprinkled throughout the page.
“What am I looking at?” I asked, still unsure what unicornexperiment.com was.
“Holy shit, Rach, we need to expand your horizons. It’s a threesome website, but only for couples who are searching for unicorns.”
“Unicorns?”
Jules kissed the top of my head, treating me like I was an adorable toddler. “Basically, a unicorn is when a couple wants to have a threesome, but strictly for sex, with no emotional attachment. They are searching for a unicorn.”
“And you want to be a unicorn?” I hated that I continued to ask her questions like I was a toddler.
“I do. I’m going to dinner with a couple on Friday night to meet them. The fact that you can be with people, have multiple orgasms, and at the end of the night walk away with no hard feelings, sounds so freeing.”
My heart squeezed for her, and it took everything in me not to show it. When I met Jules during our freshman year in college, her outlook on life was different. She had a boyfriend she’d been with since junior high school. I’d never seen a girl more in love than Jules. I’d also never seen a girl more broken than Jules when she came back from winter break after he’d broken up with her on Christmas Eve.
Christmas. Fucking. Eve.
Asshole.
Jules refused to let anyone close to her after the assface, and I worried she never would. I didn’t care that she wanted to have threesomes and become some mythical creature, I just wanted it to be for the right reason.
“What? Why are you making that face? You better not be judging, Rachel. Not everyone can find their perfect match their sophomore year in college.”
I internally yelled at myself to fix my face. “I wasn’t judging you. Maybe you’re projecting,” I added, knowing it would fire her up.
“Projecting? Me? No, twat truffle, you were making a face. You know you can never wipe your thoughts off your face.”
“I wasn’t judging you because you want to be a couple’s unicorn, I was just thinking about the legs.”
Jules stared at me, not jumping on my train of thought.
“Three people, that’s six legs, Jules. That’s a lot of fucking legs, and it seems overwhelming to me, that’s all.”
“Holy fuck, what is wrong with you?” she asked as she fell into a fit of giggles.
Her laughter was infectious and I laughed right along with her, happy the tension had dispersed.
“Nothing is wrong with me. I’m just good at logistics.”
“Would you like me to draw you a diagram? Or I can record it for you.”
“You’re certifiably insane.” Holding my sides, I gasped at the insanity that was my best friend. She had a way of always making my body hurt from laughter.
