We tell our secret

Rachel and I connect eyes across the room. Both our spouses have just admitted to blatant cheating. The news should be devastating. A hidden night of scandal. The combination of a horny man on the edge from **** abstinence and a woman who becomes recklessly horny when she drinks. The ingredients were there, and they didn’t have the willpower to stop them from mixing.

Don’t get mad get even.

Rachel clears her throat, “Should we tell them about our one sexual encounter?”

Phoebe jumps on the bed in glee. “Holy shit! Where is the popcorn!? This is the best night ever! My fantasy came true and now every bit of sexual deviance is being confessed! Maybe I asphyxiated during the orgy and I’m in heaven.”

She could not be enjoying her night more. Her greatest fantasy wasn’t being blindfolded, it was seeing all the dark secrets of the group. She is drinking it in.

“What the fuck?” Joey says. “Rachel has been a priss since high school. No way she had a sexual encounter with Chandler! She made Ross wait until marriage!”

“It’s true,” I say. “It was a long time ago. Barely ever happened. We definitely were never going to bring it up.”

“When was this!?” Monica demands. She’s pretty defensive after confessing she cheated with my best friend while he was passed out in the next room.

“It was almost two years before I even met you,” I say to Monica. “This was when you were fucking bartenders in the back room of a college bar.”

Rachel adds, “It was my first visit to Denver. Ross were in the talking phase. He invited me out. We hadn’t even kissed yet. He invited me out to visit as friends.”

Ross flumes, “Tell us the story.”

Phoebe gladly makes herself referee, “Remember this night has immunity! Everything has to be forgiven. Plus you have no room to be angry and what was just revealed about you and Monica.”

“I’m gonna need another drink,” Ross says and leaves the room.

“Bring back popcorn!” Phoebe yells. She’s never been happier. A night of sex and gossip. It couldn’t get better for her.

I look at Rachel, “Want to tell it together?”

“Sure,” she says and sits down next to me.

I know she’s nervous. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, “It’s okay. Nothing wrong happened that night.”

Ross comes back in with more whiskey and popcorn for Phoebe. It’s so late, and the hangover is starting to creep in. I take a shot from the new whiskey bottle. It burns on the way down.

“We did nothing wrong.” I begin.