Out of It

"Oh, John," someone sighed, somewhere close by, close enough to possibly hear mid-whisper, or mid-rustle, even, yet just far enough to seem distant and unreachable by any feasible means. The sound of cars whizzing past murmured in the background. "You're not a bad guy. You just -- I dunno." Pause. More whizzing. Another sigh. "You just need to get laid."

This alleged someone didn't stop there. Presumably retracting their words, then withdrawing yet again, then sighing and conferring no, no, they were probably on the money. As the background whizzing turned into a gorging whir, blackening and swallowing it all until the aforementioned words became inaudible, they merged and coalesced into an unintelligible flood of sound, growing louder and louder until their echoes had gone recursive, reached critical mass, and shattered -- finally -- into silence.

John jolted awake, his gaze immediately crossing paths with an immobile ceiling fan. The pull-switch dangled with a soft titter.

Selene's room. He was still in Selene's room.

Quickly, John pulled his hand up over his face. The 'Get Laid' ring stared back at him, still slotted over his finger, the reflection a flat, murky shade of darkened silver. Not for long, though, as light abruptly entered the room like a SWAT team on a quota before he could conduct an Indian meditation mantra.

"Good morning, believer!" Selene appeared at the doorway, knuckle leaving the wall light switch just as John managed to sit up and see the blue-haired, chest-blessed girl grinning at him. Seemed like she had just recently showered, her strands still slightly stringy. "All sinking in for ya, yet?"

The young Carter batted her eyelashes, slinking over to him with a slight, deliberately performative hip sway. When she got to the side of the bed, she placed both her hands on John's still tender shoulders. She tossed her head back, swishing the hair from her eyes, straddling his lap with gentle, but non-platonic weight.

"'Cause I know I enjoyed it. In fact..." Selene traced her fingers up John's neck as if her hand was a a raven on tiptoes, until they finally found his face and cradled his cheek. "...I think we should do it again. Maybe with more action from these ladies." With ribald forwardness, she arched and shook her blouse-clad breasts into her guest's face, grazing his nose.

Giggling, she continued, looking into John's eyes. "Well? Wanna..."

Slip.

"...ahem, get something to eat, first, actually? You look pretty famished, dude."

Suddenly much less giggly, Selene swiftly removed herself from John's lap, adjusting her hair. Upon finding a comb, she took to sending its teeth down the length of her immaculately haired scalp, looking over to John with a look that felt much more familiar to him; not cold, but not booty call. More like text message. Or half-second thumbs up emoji.

"Come on down if you want, still got some leftovers from the party." Her voice grew faint as she left the room, the sound of her steps against the staircase ricocheting upon the walls.

Meanwhile, after a few seconds of naught but the stray drops of the bathroom faucet in the adjacent room coloring the air, John fell back on the bed. The ring he'd slipped off of his finger remained between two fingertips as he finally did what Selene asked him: let it sink in.

He just got laid.

For the first time ever; John Doe was, from this day forward and forevermore, a virgin no longer.

Holy fuck.

Jennifer was putting away the balloon banner as John strolled down into the living room.

"Oh, hey John!" Mrs. Carter chuckled. "Looks like someone's awake." The ever beguiling mother's well-shaped behind was subsequently concealed from view as she turned around and headed for the kitchen. "Before you leave, you should take home some of the cheesecake Vivian made. Gimme one second to wrap it up for you. Shouldn't keep you too much."

Slip.

Thud, went the fridge door. "Then, of course, maybe you can give my cake a pounding as a proper farewell," her voice reemerged from the kitchen, slightly raised in volume to ensure he could hear her. "Just think of my holes as your dessert, sweetie. Nice, sweet, and all you can eat!"

Followed some minutes after by said mother coming out of the kitchen, in front of John, clad in only her underwear, holding a plate of classic, Vivian-made cheesecake.

"Or we could just fuck and save the cheesecake. You looked real satisfied with my daughter and I a few hours ago, so I'm sure another go will keep you satiated for a while. Up to you, dear."