I didn't know what to do. I felt awful. I hung back in the bedroom for what seemed like forever but eventually I wandered out.
Jack was in the kitchen, clearly having just tossed back a shot of something and was pouring himself another. I looked over at Alex, who was standing in the living room, eyebrows raised and eyes wide open, and gave him a little shrug.
He shrugged back. Apparently he didn't know what to do either.
"Are you...are you ok, Jack?" I asked meekly.
There was a long pause.
"Yeah......yeah, I'm good. Let's get ready for some baseball." He walked passed me and into the living room.
He was quiet most of the night, tossing back beers and a few shots. I just tried to disappear into the recliner.
He went to bed early, announcing he was "ready for bed" and walking out of the room.
This gave Alex and me a chance to talk. I found out that something had happened between Jim and Jack's ex. I didn't get much in the way of details but apparently Jim was on thin ice to begin with. Jack had made a deal with Jim and Alex that they weren't to touch me unless he was around. Obviously Jim facefucking me against the wall violated that deal.
I had no idea. If I knew this deal was in place I never would have let it happen. I still felt terrible but not as guilty.
Alex and I talked about other stuff as well. I found out about his job, his wife, his hobbies. What a nice guy.
Eventually he fell asleep and I slipped under the covers with Jack. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast....mmmnnnn. I found a black tshirt in the closet and put it on. It made me feel less.... vulnerable.
Jack made a huge breakfast for us. It was fun just sitting around the table talking and laughing. It was as if the whole Jim incident never happened.
We spent the next couple hours just cleaning up, getting the trash and bottles out to the street for pickup, vacuuming the floors, hosing down the patio. It would have been overwhelming to do it all myself.
We ate lunch once the place was cleaned up. We pretty much polished off the rest of the food in the house. I felt better since the house was cleaned. I'm not a neat freak or anything but I didn't like the mess. It didn't feel right.
We slipped out to the grocery store for more food, snacks, and drinks. I actually had to put on regular clothes to go out! Well, I had no underwear so i got a pair of cotton briefs out if the closet. Seriously, the material they make womens underwear out of is insanely soft!!! Honestly though, it was nice to just get out of the house and do something.
We got back to the house and dug right into the beer and snacks. The negative vibe from the night before was totally gone. I felt that nervous excitement I usually felt around Jack.
There was some sort of double header baseball thing on TV that evening that the guys were all excited about. I prepped some frozen pizzas, wings, and bowls of chips for us to enjoy.
While putting the snacks out on the table, Jack said, "I bet you'd look awesome in the black teddy hanging in the closet!"
I was a little taken back by this. I could feel my face get red. Jack just looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
But he was right. It did look good on me. It was made of a stretchy kind of lace that kind of looked like a one piece bathing suit, low cut in the chest and high cut at the thighs, that was mostly see through. The crotch had a snap that opened the bottom.
I slid on a pair of thigh highs and stood in front of the mirror. I looked awesome! I decided to try the makeup thing again because, well, it made me feel pretty. I was still disappointed the shoes didn't fit.
The guys gasped when they saw me. And who could blame them? I was adorable! It's amazing what a little makeup can do.
I spent the next couple of hours keeping my boys full of beer and snacks, enjoying the compliments and gropes that they'd throw at me. I even tried to mimic a female voice, which I think I did pretty well. When I wasn't playing waitress I sat on the couch between them and watched the game. I'd catch them eyeing me up and down in the corner of my eye.
The first game came to an end. The guys got up, went to the bathroom, and Jack ordered some pizzas. Good think too because I was starving!!
"Thirty minutes or less!" he said as he pulled a pipe and baggie out of the end table. Both of the guys were pretty drunk at this point. I had avoided drinking a lot because I didn't want to deal with another hangover like the other night. Not that I didn't drink, I just kept it under control. I was actually happy to see Jack pull out the pot.
I loved the way it made me feel. Such a different sensation compared to alcohol. I took a couple of deep hits and savored the tingling throughout my body.
