Keep the pact

I texted Jess back.

{Me}: Room 503. Let’s keep the pact alive

While I waited I drank some coffee. It was too late to buy ****. I wanted to get drunk so I had an excuse for what I was deciding to do. It would’ve been a lame excuse, but it would be been something.

I heard some loud talking in the hall then a knock at the door. I opened to see Jess draped on her sister Meg. They both looked drunk, but Meg seemed sobered next to Jess.

Meg said, “Oh thank God. It’s you Chandler.” She walked Jess into the room and set her down in a chair. “Jess just kept screaming that she had to get to room 503 to keep the pact.”

Jess mumbled, “I have to keep the pact or my babies are going to be hideous.”

“What is this pact?” Meg asked me.

Jess responded, “I fuck Chandler no matter what. Even if my boyfriend is sleeping in the next room. Or if I’m engaged and I lie to my fiancée about going for a run, then I come back walking funny. Or if it’s my bachelorette party. We have to fuck when we see each other that’s the pact. And if we don’t keep they pact then I’m just a horrible fucking person who cheats for no reason. I’m not a cheater though. I’m an honest woman. Keeping the pact is honest. I’d be fucked up if I didn’t keep the pact.”

I asked Meg, “Would you like help carrying her back to her room?”

Jess said, “Carry me back and have your way with me Chandler. Since last time, I’ve thought about you putting it in my ass so much. I’m think I’m drunk enough to say yes. All you have to do is ask. Just ask me. Just say, Jess can I put my big ole fat cock in your tiny little asshole. And I’ll say yes. I may regret when I can’t shit right. But yes, I want you to fuck my ass. All you have to do it ask.”

I picked her up off the chair, and she walked in between Meg and me back to her room. I could see judgement all over Meg’s face. She thought I would still try to have sex with her extremely drunk sister.

Jess continued during the walk, “Meg, did you ever have sex with Chandler? If you did, you wouldn’t judge me so much. Our chemistry in bed is so explosive. He hits me in places that no one else has.” We get in the elevator and she leans up against a wall staring at me. “I’m being honest. If our lives were in different situations, I’d probably be marrying Chandler right now. He’s a great guy. I just never gave him a chance. But I’m a shitty person: I cheat and lie. Meg what am I doing with my life? How can I marry someone who I constantly lie to?”

We finally arrived at their room, and I let Meg take it from there. I walked back to my room. Because of the coffee, I couldn’t sleep.

My mind raced with what I would tell Monica. Should I tell her that I had made the decision to have sex with someone else, but circumstances prevented me? What would matter more: the thought in my head, or the reality of what happened? Because I ultimately did not have sex. Should I mention it at all?