Amy Pops In For Coffee

Amy popped in for coffee. She practically dropped in right in the middle of tea and orange cake. I baked this morning, another success. Something real, producing something real.

Amy wants me to have sex with Ben.

“You’re always the example he brings up if it was going to be two boys.” She shrugged. “Get it out of his system, will you?”

I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, good, just like a man in a crisis, mute."

"You want me to have sex with your boyfriend?"

"Okay, I see you're still not convinced," said Amy. "In one of Ben's mad fantasies, I somehow agreed and now you are filming Ben and me having sex?

"What?" I’m doing what? With who?

"Saturday night, heads up, he's going to ask you?"

"Ben is into this?"

"Oh, so into it, he wants you to join in." Amy looked me right in the eye. "You're not to join in, Josh, you understand?”

“Yes.” That went without saying. I know all the boys are comfortable claiming to be bi now a days, but this little gay duck is happy to put his faggotdom out there for everyone to see.

“B…but you'll get to see what I'm offering you, in all it's working glory." She inhaled. "Just to tempt you to attend to that... um... er... favour. I don't want to commit to a guy who's gay. Find out for me?"

“Amy… I?”

“Oh Jooosshh will you just do something for someone else without tedious argument, in… in… your perfect, charmed little world!”

Well, where did that come from? You haven’t known me long enough to take that tact with me, Amy. I’m Ben’s friend. “I … I…”

Amy put her finger over my mouth. “Good. Let’s just say, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do… but you don’t have to answer now. All you have to do is text and say no… otherwise, about 9pm Saturday.”

“Um?”

“Just remember, everybody involved is willing… I can promise you… except, maybe you.”

“Oh… I’m.” I thought about sex with Ben, around midnight.

“I’m going,” said Amy “Remember, you can do whatever you like, no judgement.”