Check In with Mosche

“Oh, hey dude,” Mosche said as you entered the apartment and kicked off your shoes.

“Hey,” you said. “What’s up?”

“Well, I did what you said and texted Tasha,” he said.

“And? Are you guys meeting up again?” you asked as you walked over and flopped onto the couch.

“Sort of?” Mosche said. “She asked me if I wanted to go on a ‘triple date.’”

“Is that like a double date but with three couples? That sounds like it could be fun if you do something cool.”

“See, that’s what I thought at first too,” Mosche said. “But it’s not what she meant. She wants me to go on a date with her and another guy. Three people, one date.”

I blinked, looking up at the ceiling. Mosche had been watching TV, as usual, when I’d come in but had paused the PVR, so all you were hearing was the hum of the ceiling fan in the kitchen.

“Wait, what?” you asked. “Like a two-on-one date?”

“I guess? Like, she knows I’m not gay or bi,” he said.

You rubbed your hands over your face, trying to grapple with what he’d just told you. Your immediate reaction was to be weirded out - you would never agree to go on a date with a girl you liked with another guy. The thing was, you had no place to talk. Not only were you seeing two women, but had been on outings that looked an awful lot like a date with both of them at the same time. Not to mention the sex.

“So what are you going to do?” you asked.

“I don’t know!” Mosche said, shooting to his feet and starting to pace around the room. “On the one hand, she gave me the best blowjob of my life the other night. On the other hand, what if she wants to turn me out or something? What if she’s going to try and convince me to do stuff?”

“I mean, I didn’t get that vibe from her, but I don’t even know what that vibe would look like,” you said.

“What would you do?” Mosche asked. “You’re dating Gemma and Sabrina at the same time, right?”

“Sort of, not technically?” you hedged. “I’m dating Gemma, and Sabrina is my friends-with-benefits that Gemma knows about.”

“What about Sunday? I could hear you guys pretty clearly not just hanging out,” Mosche said.

“Sorry,” you said, but grinned a little. “When it comes to your thing, dude… I don’t know. You should just ask her what she’s expecting.”

“Uuugh,” Mosche groaned, flopping back onto the couch next to me. “But I don’t want to.”

“Well, let’s think of what the best-case scenarios are,” you said. “If the worst case is her trying to get you to try gay stuff, the best case is…?”

“She wants me to show I’m better than this other guy?” Mosche asked.

“That could be it,” you nodded. “Or maybe she wants a threesome?”

Mosche screwed up his face, then got thoughtful, then suspicious. “I dunno if I’m ready for that.”

“Hey, I don’t know if I would be either. A Devil’s Threesome is way different than the kind I was having.”

“Wait, a what?” he asked.

“Devil’s Threesome?” you clarified. “A devil has two horns, two guys mean two dicks…”

“Right, right,” Mosche shook his head. “I need to think about this some more.”

“Well, good luck, buddy,” you said, patting his leg and standing up. “I still say you just ask her what she’s hoping for. When’s the date supposed to be?”

“Wednesday,” he said.

“Then you’ve got some time,” you said. “Just work up the courage and call her.”

“Yeah…” he sulked.

“Look, I haven’t been around much in the last week. How about I make us dinner?” you offered.

That perked Mosche up, and soon you were out down at the local grocery store bodega picking up some supplies, and you made up a batch of fajitas with kosher chicken. You’d never actually asked Mosche if he kept kosher, but you figured better safe than sorry.

The two of you hung out for the first time in a while and - well, it was as awkward as usual. He was a well-meaning guy, but he was fuckin’ weird at times. Not weird enough to make you feel a sort of way, but weird enough that it left you shaking your head at him.

You ended up watching Die Hard, getting into the age-old argument of whether it was a Christmas movie or not, before you both split off to head to bed. Well, “bed.” More than likely you both just wanted some alone time.

You’d just started changing when there was a knock on the apartment door. You frowned, glancing at the time and seeing it was passed 11pm. “Who the hell?”

Mosche was coming out of his room at the same time you were across the apartment, but you were closer to the front door and got there first. You opened it up and couldn’t help but grin.

“Anyone order some crispy chicken with a side of girlfriend?” Gemma asked, grinning as she held up a paper bag from Popeye’s.

“Hey, you,” you said, waving her in and shutting the door.

“Hi,” she grinned, stepping into your arms and kissing you. Then she turned to your roommate. “Hey, Mosche. I brought you some, too.”

Mosche was like a gremlin with the chicken, taking the 3-piece box Gemma offered him and scampering away back to his room with a mumbled thanks.

“Jesus, you’d think I hadn’t fed him dinner,” you chuckled, shaking your head. You turned back to Gemma, taking her in your arms. “What’s with the surprise?” you asked. “You didn’t need to do this”

“And you didn’t need to make a splash with my roommates either,” Gemma said. “But Sabrina and I abandoned you this afternoon after a weird day, and I wanted to see you.”

You kissed her again, lightly and happily. “Well, how did your planning go with Sabrina?” you asked.

“We’ll tell you tomorrow,” Gemma said. “For now, how about you take me to your room so that we can get naked and eat fried chicken while we watch some YouTube?”

You snorted. “You know what? Anything my girlfriend wants,” you said.

“Then you know what the next twenty minutes are going to look like,” Gemma grinned, taking your hand and pulling her towards your room.

“What about the twenty minutes after that?” you asked.

Gemma bit her lip, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Then she whooped as you picked her up and carried her to your room in a rush.

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