shenanigans

Marilyn hung her coat in the closet and placed her shoes on the rack next to the door. She let out an exasperated grunt as she stumbled on Vanessa’s coat and shoes. She glared at the shapeless lump on the couch transfixed by the phone. Too engrossed in Tik Tok videos to even turn lights on? I bet she didn’t move from that spot since I left this morning.

As Marilyn flicked the light on, she could see the pile of dirty dishes extended to the end of the counter.

“So what did you do today, Vanessa?”

Vanessa ignored her. Not my job to cook and clean. I’m not the maid. She sounds like my father. Next she’ll start smacking me around if I burn dinner. Ha! Can’t burn it if I don’t cook it! “Ashley had a kitchen makeover. All black and white, marble, simply gorgeous. We need to update our kitchen.”

“You just got fired. Again. My income barely covers basics. Now is not the time to think about remodeling. And it would still be filled with dirty, nasty dishes. ” Marilyn stared at Vanessa, willing her to look up from her phone. Her shaggy bangs covered her eyes, but her mouth was twisted into a half smile. She never looks at me anymore. I could record myself saying “mmhmm” and she wouldn’t know if I left town. “Ashley who? Hello!?”

“Just a second, finishing this tweet. Ashley Stark Kenner. One of my Instagram friends. She has 520k followers, but she still has time for me.” Vanessa peeked through her bangs to see if the barb had any effect, but Marilyn wore her blank face. Does she have any emotions? I could have a sloppy love affair and she wouldn’t care.

“Oh. An online friend. I thought maybe you finally made a real friend.” Marilyn was pleased with her witty comeback. When they first met in a poly-amorous relationship, they were in a banter filled competition for the attention of their mutual lover. She would lie awake inventing backhanded compliments to fuel the war, but Vanessa was always prepared with a quick burn. As the attraction for the other lover fizzled, it escalated between them. When they moved to their own place, they never stopped sharing, connecting. It was the healthiest relationship that Marilyn had ever experienced.

“Haha. Like you have any real friends. All you do is work, eat, and sleep. We never go out, we never go on vacation, we never entertain.”

“Sorry for trying to make ends meet. Maybe if you could hold down a job for more than three months, we could get ahead and do fun things. But you can’t stop from running your mouth, can you?” Pleasant banter escalating into battle. Guess I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.

“Just because I stand up for myself! If you weren’t so scared, you’d tell your boss where to stick it. Did he grab your ass again? Or did he graduate to your tits? Or maybe you like being groped by old men? Did you really tell him where to stick it? Ohhhohhh fuck me, Gary, yes,yes, let me suck it, you old grizzled fart."

“SHUT UP! FUCKING BITCH! If I lose my job, we’re in the street. And at least he shows interest. When was the last time you grabbed any part of me?”

“You sleep on the couch every night, Ice Queen. I opened my soul to you, and you just threw it away.” Vanessa’s screams turned to hiccuping sobs.

“Van- I... nevermind. I’m going out.” I’ll just have one shot to calm my nerves. It’s not a relapse since I’m not an alcoholic. It’s just to calm down. Then we’ll talk it through. Just one shot.

Marilyn stepped into the corner bar, and her eyes were assaulted by green flashing lights. The floor was packed with partiers dressed in green. St. Patty’s Day!! I haven’t been to a bar on St. Patty’s since I met that controlling witch! She unbuttoned her blouse and shimmied her boobs up. She glanced around for a single man, slightly drunk and lonely. She found him leaning on the bar, not willing to give up his spot to the crowd, trying to make small talk to the busy bartender. She squeezed herself between him and the bar, careful to graze his chest with her nipples while maintaining eye contact. He smiled and offered her one of the green beers in his hand. She took it, and screamed in his ear, “What’s your name?” He answered, but she couldn’t hear. Didn’t matter anyway. She found her mark, and hoped she could get drunk enough that she didn’t mind the touch of a stranger.

I should bring him home and bang him right in front of her. It’s her fault I’m here. She doesn’t even want to kiss me anymore. Well, yes, Mr. Stranger, I will take another shot of whatever this green stuff is. I see u getting better looking by the second. She felt her face warming from the alcohol. He pointed to the "Kiss me, I'm Irish" on his shirt. She nodded and smiled. His mouth enveloped hers, his wet slobber stretching from her chin to her earlobe. Sloppy drunk already? Hope he can find the hole when we fuck. She grabbed his face to control his swaying and ran her tongue over his lips, until her tongue found his. Not so bad when he finds the target.

She felt his hand under her shirt, rubbing her nipples through her bra and downed two more shots. Am I really doing this? Is this what I want, to betray her. Maybe we need to be in a poly, so there’s a buffer between us. No. That’s stupid. It’s over and she doesn't love me. Just her damn phone and her “friends” on Snapchat. She probably has an online lover already.

"Let's dance." She pulled him to the far wall of the dancefloor and turned so her ass ground against his hard-on, bending over at the waist. She looked over her shoulder at his half glazed eyes and stupid grin. He rubbed his hand along her cheeks and thighs before swinging his arm back for a hard smack. Bet he doesn't last five minutes as drunk as he is. Maybe he recovers for round two quickly.

She turned and wound herself around him, embracing him from behind. She ran her hands under his shirt caressing his sweaty torso. His muscles feel nice. It's been awhile since I felt hard man meat under my hands. Maybe we both need a good dick fuck, loosen things up, bring the spark back. I should bring him home as a peace offering. What guy would say no to a two for one offer?

He pulled her around to his front and tangled his hand in her hair, yanking it back. His tongue ran from her jaw down her neck and into her cleavage. His free hand released another two buttons and pulled the blouse and bra aside, allowing her pink hard nipple to pop out. His tongue flicked it back and forth before he sucked it into his mouth. Marilyn's eyes darted around the crush of bodies on the dancefloor, but everyone around them was either too drunk or too busy sucking face to notice. She relaxed into the pleasure sensations and moaned into his ear. Her hands wandered along his torso and between his legs. The hard bulge strained against his pants. He released her hair to grab her ass and guide her leg around his waist. His bulge pressed and rubbed her pussy through her jeans as he pumped his hips into hers.

Fuck! He's going to make me cum right here.

"Gotta piss," he yelled into her ear as he released her. She stumbled a few steps then followed him to the back hall.

What the fuck am I doing? Marilyn stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror. I should ditch him and go home. I'll make love to Vanessa and apologize and we'll go to therapy or something. I'm not dry humping a random guy on a sticky, crowded dance floor.

As she slipped out of the bathroom, she glanced around and didn't see him anywhere, so she walked towards the back exit. An arm grabbed her and spun her around. "There you are." His lips crushed hers and his tongue forced itself into her mouth. When she didn't reciprocate the kiss, he pulled back. "You aren't one of those girls that gets a guy all turned on and then runs away, are you? You get off on being a cock teaser?"

"Uh, no… I just didn't realize it was you that grabbed me. Sorry." Guess I'm committed to his orgasm now. Maybe I can get by with a hand job. "Let's step out."

He pinned her against a car in the alley and she unbuttoned his pants. She turned her face away from his mouth and focused on finishing what she started. His hard dick throbbed in her hand. She felt the smooth length, like hot silk against her hand. She caressed the head and then made a tight fist, and worked it over the head and down the shaft. He moaned in ear. She tightened her grip and stroked up.

"Yeah baby, like that. Pull it hard. Mmm" She increased her speed, rapping the head against her stomach. His hot breath steamed against her neck.

"Give it to me. I wanna lick your cum off hand. I wanna feel you jet all over me. Cum on me, baby, let it go" This is what I get, I knew what he’d want when I started mooching drinks from him. Is he done? "I'm gonna rub your cum all over my pussy. You wanna watch me finger myself, baby?"

He made a gurgling sound and stepped back from Marilyn, clutching his throat. In the dim street lights, she could make out the shape of a screwdriver sticking out of his neck.

A hand clamped over her mouth and a familiar voice whispered, “You're mine. I’m not sharing you.”

Marilyn woke up in bed in her pajamas. Her head throbbed in an unholy way.

“Did you have fun last night?” Vanessa’s sugary voice made her stomach churn.

“I guess. St. Patty’s, you know, loud bar, too many people, green beer. Just needed to blow off some steam.” Damn, what did I do last night? I remember green flashing lights and a guy in a "kiss me, I'm Irish" shirt.

Vanessa placed her hand on Marilyn’s face and kissed her on the check. “You’re mine. I’m not sharing you.”

Marilyn stiffened as the kisses drifted down her neck and pushed Vanessa away. “What did you say? What happened last night?” Something horrible. There was something horrible… Did I cheat on her? Did I fuck him?!

“Silly! We argued, you stormed out, then toppled in wasted, wanting to fuck. Your hands were all over me and it felt so good cause you never touch me anymore. You don't remember how you knocked me over the couch and tore my pants down so you could lick my pussy? You haven't eaten me like that in forever. Sucking on my clit, tonguing my hole. You grabbed my ass so hard, I have bruises. Then you threw up and I tucked you into bed and we snuggled. I really missed snuggling with you. Can you please stop sleeping on the couch?”

“That’s it? I came home, fucked you and passed out? I was alone?”

“Did you black out again? You don't remember sitting on my face, screaming that you loved me forever?"

"No, I I'm… it's fuzzy, but I remember. I really missed you."

"Liar. This is why I begged you to stop drinking. You blacked out. I know I pushed your buttons and drove you to drink, and I’m sorry. We’ll work it out.”

"I'm sorry, too. I do love you. Let me brush my teeth and I'll kiss you sober. A proper fuck, not a sloppy, drunk fuck."

"No, it's okay. Have your coffee and wake up first. Then we'll talk. I'm kinda pissed that you don't remember the best sex we've had in forever, but I'm a also worried that you blacked out again." Vanessa gave Marilyn a tender kiss on the lips and left her in bed to piece the evening together. When she finally dragged herself into the kitchen, Vanessa was staring at the phone again.

“Did you go shopping? Is there anything to eat.” Vanessa didn’t respond. Nothing will change. Still fucking social media. Like I’m not here!

Marilyn felt the heat rise to the top of her head. She grabbed a hammer from the open toolbox and smashed the phone. “YOU ARE MINE AND I’M NOT SHARING YOU!”