‘Good morning ladies,’ Anna cheerfully greeted her hung-over roommates at the kitchen table.
‘What’s so good about it?’ Marty answered, her eyes half open.
Sally sat there with her elbows on the table and her chin resting on her closed fists.
‘Not so loud, you bitch’s are always talking too loud, my head hurts and you bitch’s are screaming at the top of your lungs.’
‘You mean like you were last night when you screeched out how Molly made that guy cream his pants, you’re the one that’s loud,’ Marty fumed in her own defense.
‘I didn’t do that, did I?’
‘Yes you did, and everyone heard you,’ Anna confirmed. ‘Even Molly, but everybody was so drunk that I doubt that anyone will remember it.’
‘Oh, I don’t know about that, we were pretty drunk and we remember it,’ Marty added, conjuring up a smile.
‘Well that cunt Molly deserved it, did you see how she was whoring herself out last night?’
‘Yes Sally, she was whoring around the party almost as much as you were,’ Marty said laughing, momentarily forgetting she felt like shit.
Sally smiled.
‘Fuck you Marty, oh wait, you already got fucked didn’t you, it was last night if memory serves me. Tell us; did he give it to you doggie style like you like it?’
‘Cut it out you two, I though you weren’t feeling well,’ Anna quickly intervened before a real argument broke out. ‘Almost everyone at Laura’s party had sex one way or another, isn’t that why we go to parties, to get some dick?’
Anna opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
‘Anyone else want some hair of the dog?’
Marty quickly answered.
‘I do, I feel like dog shit, I might as well have some dog hair.’
‘I feel like dog shit too, I’ll take one,’ Sally added. ‘But we were drinking wine last night!’
‘Hair is hair,’ Anna answered, as she popped the tab on her can of beer.
Anna took a sip of her beer and asked her roommates.
‘Did you girls have fun last night? I know I did, I met this guy Jon, and we went to his place, and we.’
Sally interrupted.
‘We know what you did Anna, everything but fuck him, right?’
‘Right, but I think this guy might be different, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to let him screw me, even though he thinks I am, but I really like him, and if he doesn’t call me in a couple of days I’m going to call him.’
‘You know, I really like Tim too, we were in the back seat of my car for a really long time, I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in the back seat of a car that long before, I mean with my clothes off,’ Sally bragged.
‘I like Kevin too, but if I never see him again as long as I live, I’m sure I’ll find another big juicy purple headed oozing cock to stick in my mouth somewhere else,’ Marty informed the girls.
‘I’m sure you would,’ Sally agreed.
Their hangover remedy was starting to take effect, and the girls were beginning to act and talk like they normally did when they were alone together.
‘Well you girls do whatever you want with your guys, but I’m going to make sure that Jon’s not the one for me, before I let him go,’ Anna announced, taking another sip of beer.
‘Is that today’s paper?’ Sally asked, before taking the last drink of her beer and crushing the frail aluminum can in her small hand.
‘Yes,’ Anna answered.
‘Toss it here, and would you please get me another beer, this hair of the dog thing works pretty good, I’m starting to feel better.’
Anna retrieved Sally’s beer and got one for herself and Marty too.
Marty popped the tab on her beer and asked.
‘What’s new in the world today?’
Sally shook her head in disbelief.
‘Looks like there’s been another rape, it happened around four o’clock this morning. That makes this the sixteenth time this man has raped some poor girl since he started doing that shit. Four of them were in Mexico; they think it’s the same guy.’
‘Of course it’s the same guy, we live ten miles from the Mexican border.’ Anna quickly pointed out.
With that, Sally just couldn’t resist confessing to her two friends.
‘I just don’t get it, we run all over town, fucking everything on two legs, at least Marty and I do, and there’s still some dumbass out there that thinks he has to force himself on women.’
‘Right,’ Marty agreed. ‘You’d think with all the guys that you’ve been fucking and sucking lately, you would have run into this guy by now, and let’s say eased his tensions.’
‘Listen to the Virgin Marty, calling the kettle black.’ Sally said, acting disgusted.
Ring-a-ling, Ring-a-ling.
‘Anna is that your phone?’
‘It’s Anna’s phone, I hate that ring tone,’ Marty said.
‘Hello?’ Anna said, answering her phone. ‘It’s Jon,’ Anna whispered to her roommates.
‘Nothing, what are you doing Jon? No, I don’t have any plans for this evening. I’d love to, same place as before, I hope? Ok, see you then, bye.’
‘So Jon called you the very next morning, interesting,’ Marty observed, taking another sip of her beer.
‘Like I said, I like him, and I guess he likes me too, he asked me out for dinner tonight,’ Anna gloated.
‘You said the same place? Where did he take you last night?’ Marty asked, nursing her beer.
Sally couldn’t resist joining the conversation.
‘Tim and I ate at my place last night,’ Sally said, pointing to her crotch and laughing. ‘Well, Tim did anyway.’
‘Bite me Sally,’ Marty said. ‘Everyone already knows where Tim ate last night, and Jimmy ate the night before, and Tom ate the night before that, and the list goes on. Actually, it would be quicker if we just listed the men in town that didn’t eat at your place.’
‘Very funny, Virgin Marty, just because what’s his name, Kevin?’ Sally responded. ‘Just because Kevin woke up this morning looking like he dove into a box of glazed donuts last night, and is still scraping the crusty flakes from around his mouth as we speak, doesn’t mean everyone is satisfied to settle for sloppy seconds, or in your case, sloppy twenty-thirds. So why don’t you just suck my left tit, cunt girl?’
‘Anna are you listening to this shit?’ Marty asked. ‘If I recall correctly, Sally was the one that was going to go toe to toe with Molly, and trying to match her dick for dick, remember Anna?’
‘I think both of you have had a little too much of the hair of the dog that bit you. So shut up and let me finish. To answer your question, Jon knew of this wonderful carry out place, and we were going to stop there and get some food, then take it back to his place and eat.
However, one thing led to another I guess, and we ended up, well, we went to his place and he had me for his main meal, and dessert, instead of carry out. I guess you could say one of us ate out, but it wasn’t carry out, it was more like carry in,’ Anna said smiling and raising her eyebrows.
‘Well if he’s taking you to the same place for dinner tonight, you’d better eat something before you go!’ Sally said laughing.
