I take three deep breaths and count to ten before I knock on the door, I fiddle with my hands and think of our first meeting as I wait for him to answer...
Dylan had ducked out to the bar to meet up with his mysterious friend Jack. I was sitting on the couch in his home eating leftovers and watching the movies he never approved of; entertaining myself in his absence. I never thought of this house as ours despite the fact we found it and moved in together a year ago now. His pictures decorate the walls and his couch and big screen TV take up the living room.
He says we picked the curtains and bedding together but I hate the dark shades and gloomy colours. I never quite feel at home here so I don't think of it as my own, it's his house that we live in together, nothing more nothing less.
"Shit" I shriek before moving my plate aside and running for the kitchen sink. I grab the cloth and soak it through before rushing back and dropping to my knees to clean the spill before the curry sauce can stain the carpet.
My dress rides up as I work, furiously scrubbing away the mess, and I feel the cool air hit my bare skin. The thought that I'm not wearing panties doesn't come until I'm satisfied the floor is clean but I don't bother tugging it down, knowing I'm the only one here. I turn to dump my remaining food in the bin and take the cloth back to the kitchen and gasp as I fiercely pull my dress down to cover my nudity. I thought I was the only one here, it appears I was wrong.
"Good show" the stranger smirks and I glare.
"How did you get in?" I demand,
"Dylan let me in when we got home, he pointed me in this direction and headed for the bathroom, I didn't expect our meeting to be so open but I can't say I didn't enjoy it"
"Who are you?" I question the tall blonde man in front of me dumbfounded by his directness and honesty.
"Jack" he smiled and I think I fell for his smile right then and there.
That was a year ago now and Dylan and Jack's friendship has only grown. Our chance meeting has never once been discussed but I'm here now, so I have a feeling Jack hasn't forgotten it. It's funny how different the guys are, almost opposite in every way. It's a miracle they get along or have anything in common at all.
Dylan is short and brunette like me. He's brown eyes match mine and he's muscular and enjoys his weekly gym sessions. He loves exploring the outdoors and spending hours upon hours at the beach. That's where we met, I love the beach as much as he does and we make a point to visit the sand and waves whenever we can. I always thought he was the vision of sexiness, and my attraction to him is undeniable.
Whereas Jack is tall and blonde, green eyed, lanky and nerdy, he spends a majority of his time indoors and even works from home. He doesn't seem out of place or uncomfortable the few times he has visited the beach with us but I get the feeling he's prefer to be in air-conditioning snuggled up and watching movies. I myself have enjoyed every movie he has recommended much to Dylan's dismay.
The boys get together on afternoons to relax and have a few beers and listen to music. Music is what brings us all together, the only thing all four of us have in common.
Yes I said four; Dylan, Jack, his girlfriend Sasha and me.
Sasha and I are practically opposites too, me short, her tall, me brunette and her blonde, me pale and her tanned, my boring brown eyes and her glittering blue ones. We get along well too, we often ditch the boys to go shopping together and enjoy some girl time but I never expected this.
Lately I've caught Dylan watching Sasha more and more, I was apprehensive about it but I hoped he would talk to me if he found himself attracted to another woman. It was Sasha who approached me first. A little over a month ago now she told me that she liked his attention and found herself looking for his swift gazes. She straight out told me that she fancied my boyfriend.
I wasn't sure how to respond to a comment such as hers so I laughed it off and joked that she could have him with a roll of my eyes. Little did I know what discussions my joke would cause.
Apparently she talked to Jack who talked to Dylan who in turn came to me.
"Have you ever been attracted to another man, babe?" he questioned me, this was hardly our usual pillow talk but I put down my book and turned to him, assessing his expression to see if he was pulling my leg I guess.
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"You know, have you ever looked at another man and thought he's not bad or something like that?"
"Well of course I've looked but I'm with you and I'd never act on those thoughts or feelings. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I ahh, you see, I um..."
"What's going on here?" I teased his loss of words.
"I seem to find Sasha... well she's quite..."
"She's pretty, isn't she?" I offered.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous!" Dylan exhaled, "I mean for a blonde" he amended.
"Yes, for a blonde" I nodded suspiciously. I wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Thing is I happen to know something you don't..."
Did Sasha tell him she was attracted to him too? Are they running away together? Is he leaving me for her? Where oh where is he going with this?
"... See, well... have you ever thought about... how do I put this?"
"Just put it in words will you?" I begged, my thoughts going haywire.
"Well, what would you think about switching?"
"Switching??... What do you mean by sw... Oh" the gears in my head clicked together. Honestly I never even considered it. But what would I do now?
"Because I know that Jack and Sasha would be up for it if we are"
What? Does that mean they've talked about it?
