Page 60 of Jar of Hearts
I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL
I WANT TO FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE
Aware of Calvin’s eyes on them, Geo turned and faced her friend. Angela’s eyes were glazed, her face lit up with drunk amusement. Because she sensed Calvin wanted her to, Geo leaned in and kissed her. She felt the other girl jolt in surprise. They’d never done that before, either, but there was something about knowing Calvin was watching that was a total turn-on. Angela must have felt the same, because her lips parted and they started making out. Hard.
Angela’s lips were soft. She was smaller than any guy, and gentler. It all felt more… polite somehow. Wetter. Sweeter. She tasted of Coke and rum and lip gloss. It wasn’t exactly good, but it wasn’t really bad, either. It was… different. And not as weird as Geo might have thought it would be, if she’d thought about it before at all.
Calvin was behind her now, his hands snaking up her dress, his lips on the side of her neck. Angela was still in front of her, and they were still kissing, but her friend’s eyes were open. Watching everything. Missing nothing.
But then the room began to spin again, the queasiness back with a vengeance. Geo hated throwing up. She would not throw up, no matter what. It would be the ultimate buzzkill, and they were all having a good time.
Weren’t they?
“Need a break,” she said, gasping a little. She extricated herself from the group. “You guys keep dancing.”
She fell back onto the bed, almost sighing with pleasure as her back hit the mattress. It felt so good to lie down, to close her eyes, to let the pulsing music wash over her. She could hear Calvin saying something and Angela laughing, and after a few moments she forced her eyes open to peer at them. They were still dancing, Angela grinding up against Calvin. Her boyfriend was shaking his head, but he was grinning, too. He pulled Angela closer, wrapping his arms around her, his hips pressed into hers as they moved to the beat.
It bothered Geo. Of course it did. But it was all in good fun, right? Angela was her best friend. Calvin was her boyfriend. They loved her. They weren’t going to do anything inappropriate. It would be all right. Geo could take a little snooze and wake up refreshed, ready to keep partying.
She closed her eyes, and it was blissful. The music faded. The world went black.
***
Geo didn’t know how long she was out, but her ears woke up before her eyes did. The music had stopped. She heard a grunt, followed by heavy breathing, and then another grunt.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was met with darkness, and it took her a moment to focus. All the lights in Calvin’s apartment were off now except for the night-light in the kitchen, casting a dim glow. Still lying down—her head felt like it weighed a million pounds and there was an intense throbbing behind both eyes—she forced herself to pinpoint the sound of the breathing. She spotted Calvin on the love seat against the side wall. He was on top of someone. Geo could make out an arm dangling over the edge, a flash of dress, and bare legs spread wide open. Her boyfriend was in between them, moving at a rhythmic pace.
Angela.
White lace panties were crumpled on the floor. Calvin’s jeans were piled beside them, along with his boxer briefs. Geo couldsee the mounds of his bare ass cheeks flexing as he thrusted, grunting as he did it, making a sound she had never heard him make before.
Her boyfriend and her best friend were having sex.
Geo opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Her throat was tight, and her stomach felt like it was churning butter. She tried to sit up, but her muscles were Jell-O, jiggly and soft and without substance, utterly useless.
She tried to speak again, but the words still wouldn’t come. Her eyes were adjusting to the dimness, and it was then that she caught sight of Angela’s face.
Her best friend’s eyes were open but glazed, her lips parted. The two girls locked eyes, and Angela’s mouth formed a word that Geo couldn’t hear.
But there was no mistaking what the word was, and Geo wasn’t even a lip-reader.
No.
Calvin grunted and made one final thrust, his body shaking as he finished. He pulled out, and Geo could see his penis, still erect, glistening in the dim light. He hadn’t worn a condom. He stood up, reaching for his underwear and his jeans. Angela remained on the couch in the same position she’d been in, legs still splayed, dress hiked up to her waist, vagina exposed. Her eyes were dull, her face ashy, and when she moved her head, a tear ran down her temple, disappearing into her ear. She moaned a little, finally bringing her legs together.
The fog in Geo’s head was heavy. It seemed impossible to process what just happened.
What had they done? Had Angela even wanted it? Did she evenknow?
Geo’s throat opened up, and the words finally came. “What did you do?” she said to Calvin, her voice hoarse.
Her boyfriend turned and saw Geo staring. He grimaced.
“She wanted it,” he said. “She was all over me. She wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t my fault. So if you’re going to get mad at anybody, get madat her.” He bent down and picked up the ball of panties on the floor, tossing them into Angela’s lap. “Cover yourself up.”
There was no mistaking the disgust in his voice.
On the love seat, bottom half still naked and exposed, Angela began whimpering. It was the worst sound Geo had ever heard. Her best friend sounded like a baby, the sobs small and shallow and weak.
