Zach and Rosemary hadn't intended to finish off the entire bottle of peach schnapps, but it went down like candy. They sprawled side by side on the institutional grey carpet of his dorm room. Zach rolled onto his side and propped his head up to watch Rosemary lick the last few drops from the mouth of the bottle, using her tongue in lewd ways.
Zach touched one of the springy pink curls that fanned out around Rosemary's head. "Why are we on the floor? The bed is softer."
"It's like ending up in the gutter, but we didn't have to go out."
"Huh. That ever happened to you? I mean, actually waking up in a gutter? I always wondered if really this was something that happened."
"Not exactly, but after the senior prom, me and my friends wandered around drunk because the limo driver supposedly didn't show to take us home. I mean, he didn't show. Supposedly he got sick." Rosemary licked the bottle once more and dropped it on the floor. "We decided to sleep in the gutter just to say we did it, but there were a lot of ants, so we got a taxi. I ruined my dress lying in ketchup, though. Maybe that's what the ants were because of. Ketchup."
Zach giggled. "Ketchup. Heh. My date ruined her dress with orange punch. Well, I mean, it might have washed out. I don't know. She dumped me and I never saw her again."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
"It's kind of embarrassing."
"Yeah? Good thing we're totally smashed, eh?" Rosemary nudged his leg with her foot and grinned.
Zach flopped onto his back and hid behind his hands. "I don't know if I've had enough to drink." He wanted to tell the story, though, because he was curious about how she would react.
"I'll make you a deal." Rosemary got up on her knees and pried Zach's hands away from his face so she could kiss him. "Tell me, and I'll tell you my deepest, darkest secret that I've never told anyone, and probably never should, but I kind of feel like it right now."
"I don't know if that's fair, 'cause this one isn't exactly a secret, but okay..." Zach told the story of prom night, from badgering Melissa to handcuff him to the clothes bar, to her throwing the handcuffs off the balcony and Ryan retrieving them. He left out a couple of the more obnoxious things he'd said, though, and the part about lusting after Ryan.
Rosemary climbed on top of Zach and straddled him, grinding her hips suggestively. "So do you want me to play dominatrix?"
Zach winced. The hip grinding wasn't exactly comfortable, since they were lying on a cheaply carpeted concrete slab. "You would do that?"
Rosemary pulled the zipper on Zach's hoodie partway down. "Why not? Where'd you put the handcuffs?"
"I left them at the hotel."
"Awww. Bet you wish you didn't."
"Yeah, but they're not hard to find, if you keep being so... if um... you know, after you sober up, if you're still... offering."
"I will."
"Just to be nice? Or because it does something for you?"
"Being nice does something for me, Zach."
That had a ring of truth to it. He pulled her the rest of the way down on top of him so he could hug her. "I like that about you." Zach nuzzled Rosemary's cheek. "So what's your deep dark secret, hmm?"
"Get ready to bite your tongue, 'cause if you laugh at me, I'm going to be mad." Rosemary whispered in his ear.
"I'm not going to laugh at you. Promise." Zach stuck his tongue between his teeth anyway, though, and held his breath just in case. One of the fun things about her was that he never knew quite what to expect.
In the softest of whispers, Rosemary said, "I fantasize about having anal sex with my brother."
Zach bit his tongue hard. "Oh yeah? How does that go?" he asked when he trusted himself to speak.
"You know how my family used to live on a boat? It was hard to meet other kids and make friends, or date."
"Sounds frustrating." He petted her and wondered what a normal reaction would be, then decided it didn't really matter.
"Yeah. We were all really close, because, you know. Boat. And I got the birds and the bees talk from my mom, except she was all embarrassed, and didn't make a lot of sense. I got confused and thought anal was, you know, standard."
Since Rosemary seemed to be waiting for him to say something, he commented,"I don't think my mom would've done a good job either, but maybe not quite that bad."
"Well, lucky you had the public school system, then. Anyway, I started thinking my brother John must be lonely too, because he didn't have a wife, and imagined him coming into my room and crawling into bed with me and, you know, doing it. Just never got rid of the idea, even when I got my facts straightened out, and we moved back into a boyfriend, I mean a house, and I finally had a boyfriend."
"You want me to pretend to be John? 'Cause I will." If she was going to put him in handcuffs later, it seemed like the least he could do.
"Does it bother you?"
Zach thought about it carefully for a moment. He was pretty sure it was supposed to bother him, but it didn't. "No."
"Then yes please?" she said in a squeaky, happy voice.
"Let's do it right now while I'm still too drunk to be shy."
"Yay!" Rosemary bounced, squishing Zach's pelvis against the concrete.