SOL - The details

Kayla frowns. “What?”

You **** and cough. Beth pats you on the back.

Meghan shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t say that,” she says with a little eye roll. “Maybe they’re in an open relationship. But I don’t know how that tracks if your sister’s such a little princess.”

“It doesn’t. She’s not.” Kayla takes a nervous drink. “I don’t think Riley even knows what an open relationship is.

“Does she know what a threesome is?” Cheryl asks jokingly, but Kayla’s not joking.

“Yeah, threesomes are in porn. She knows everything about porn,” Kayla says, her eyes locked on Meghan, just like yours. “What are you talking about? What did Lara do?”

Meghan sucks her breath in through her teeth. “It was last week after practice. I left some shit in the locker room and I had to go back after dinner.

“She was in your team’s locker room?” Beth asks, looking taken aback.

“Yeah.” Meghan lowers her voice. “With that little British redhead.”

Beth balks. “Sam?”

Meghan nods. “Like this,” she says, glancing at Cheryl, who is sitting beside her. She motions with her hand, indicating the imagery of a girl leaning over to give head.

“No fucking way,” Kayla says breathlessly.

Meghan just nods.

“Did they see you?” Cheryl asks.

“Please,” Meghan says disdainfully. “I’m a professional.”

“Oh, that’s the worst,” Beth says, looking crestfallen. “Rest in peace, Pink Team.” She gives you a sympathetic look. You take a gulp of your drink, eyes wide, feeling numb. You can believe it. Sam is flirty to the point of being ridiculous, even with you. You haven’t paid any attention to her, but it’s easy to see now that she likes girls with penises.

“I don’t know what the fuck Lara’s doing,” Meghan goes on, slouching and taking a drink. “She must like redheads, but your sister is tight,” she adds to Kayla. “I would not cheat on that. I just want to grind on that ass, just… ung,” Meghan jerks her hips a bit and makes squeezing motions with both hands.

“Can you not?” Kayla snaps.

“Sam though,” Cheryl cuts in. “Spit or swallow?”

“Oh, baby. No.” Meghan laughs. “I promise you that didn’t go in her mouth. I bet you Lara bent her over and wore that booty out. British booty,” she adds to Beth, who puts her face in her hand. “Brexit. Brexit all over those cheeks.”

“What are you even talking about?” Cheryl asks her.

“Sorry. I probably need to get laid,” Meghan says, pouring more booze. Roonie inches away from her a bit. “But seriously? Your sister,” she says to Kayla. “Don’t you just want to rub it all over her?”

“I don’t have one! And she’s my sister! Stop being weird!”

“Lara’s so lucky,” Meghan moans, flopping back. The booze is catching up with her. “Two redheads. Two redheads at once. Mm mm mm.”

“Take that away from her,” Cheryl’s saying.

“Della? You all right?” Riona says, noticing you pulling at the bottle in her hand. You pull harder and she lets go. You don’t pour; you just drink straight from the bottle.