Hello, this is my first attempt and writing anything like this. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your feedback.
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The two women had known each other since high school, which is why April's request for Megan, while extreme, was perfectly reasonable in this context. They had, after all, been through a lot together. During their senior year, when Megan's date left her on the side of the road because his friends had gotten center court tickets to the basketball game he'd really wanted to go to, April picked her up, then drove to the stadium where they spent two hours looking for his car. When they did, they slashed all four tires.
A lesser friendship would have involved April reminding Megan of that moment at a request like this. But instead, it was one of those events that lingered in the back of their minds, silently solidifying the bond they had. Which is why it led to this moment, in this restaurant, with an appetizer of southwest egg rolls slowly getting cooler in between the two of them. Megan was briefly torn between taking a bite, asking further questions, or wondering if the whole thing was some carefully constructed prank.
Of course, in a way it was a prank, but the real question remained: on whom?
After an extended silence, Megan took a deep breath, dunked the second warmest egg roll in the ranch-like dipping sauce that came with it. She thought she had grabbed the warmest one.
"So... what do you get out of all of this?" She said. This was after she carefully chewed everything and let the question sit between the two of them for a few additional seconds. The action added the appearance of more time.
April just seem enthused that Megan was entertaining the idea.
"I get to watch."
The waiter who'd been coming over to ask them if they were ready to order only heard this last part and immediately turned around, figuring that they would probably would.
A few minutes earlier, just as that same waiter was dropping off the still hot eggrolls, April had admitted to Megan that she wasn't simply taking them to their favorite chain restaurant that was terribly disguised as a local joint simply to catch up. She had a plan that she wanted to enact, something that she had been scheming about for several months and was just now finding the courage to ask about.
"I want you to fuck my boyfriend while I watch," she said, after an acceptable amount of small talk that was unnecessary as they texted almost all day, every day. That was enough to cause the silence, and the rapid cooling and congealing of the food that was on the table in between them. April knew there would need to be more explanation than that. But this led to the few minutes of silence while Megan pondered the food, April's boyfriend, and the odd, odd request that was now in between them.
It wasn't that it was an unappealing prospect. Ty was attractive, and the two of them were pretty close. There was one time Megan caught him walking around April's apartment wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs. Her eyes laser focused onto the bulge, but she was able to take in most of his toned body and muscular frame before he pretended to be embarrassed and covered himself with a blanket. She wondered if he wanted her to see that.
But she put it out of her mind right away. After all, they had been friends for well over ten years and the closest they really got to arguing over a boy was in freshman year when Allison Beakman told them that Jimmy O'Conner had a crush on one of them, and they fought over who it was. Megan thought it was April, and April thought it was Megan. It was that incident that really solidified their friendship.
"Is this some kind of weird test?" Megan asked finally. "Like, I say yes and you say, 'I knew it' then you try to set me up with his twin brother or something?" Megan didn't know if he had a twin brother, but this certainly seemed like a "twin brother" thing. And if he did, jackpot.
April tried to speak, but Megan cut in again, "or is it more than that? Like, are you testing him? I show up in my best bra and panties and if we do it, then you bust him? How far should I go? Full peen out before you come into the room, or do you want pictures you can blackmail him with?"
For a moment Megan imagined herself a spy, taking down terrible men.
"No. Do you remember in college, that party at the Psi-Beta house our sophomore year?"
Megan did not remember any parties in college since she discovered shots, but she nodded because it seemed like the thing to do.
Fortunately for Megan, April explained exactly which party it was. April, who was typically the designated driver for their group of friends vanished for a little bit, and everyone wondered where she was. No one could find her for a full twenty minutes. The Psi-Beta parties were known for being "legendary" but in truth they weren't; they were smaller than the other parties on campus but notable for being able to get the best alcohol because what they lacked in everything else they made up for being extremely rich. So, to lose someone at a Psi-Beta party was remarkably difficult and rare, which is also why these parties were popular, there was less chance of something weird happening. After vanishing for twenty or so minutes they found her, and the next day someone pointed out to Megan that when they did find her she seemed flushed and tried to get out of her what happened. Everyone assumed it was some kind of hook up she didn't want to talk about. However, there was more to that, and today she was finally getting around to admitting it.
"Voyeur?" Megan gasped. This was also the moment the waiter came to see if they were ready to order, and turned right around.
"It means..." April started.
"I know what it means." She knew what it meant in a bigger context. She didn't know what it meant right here.
Apparently, while Megan and their group of friends were getting drunk. April would wander. Of course she hung out with her friends, but she liked seeing what she could see. Usually it was a fight, or snippets of conversation that might lead to some juicy gossip. April always enjoyed her gossip, and would usually regale her friends with stories they had missed out on or forgotten the night before.
This particular night, at the richest fraternity with the nicest house they had ever been in, she was marveling at the rooms. Huge rooms, twice the size of the apartment she shared with three other women. She was examining one of the bathrooms, running her fingers over the fixtures that cost more than her car payment when she heard laughing from the other room. It was then she realized this bathroom had two entrances: the one she came through and the one that led to the other side and someone's room.
