Carrie was singing along to the country music blaring from her stereo and putting away her laundry when there was a knock on her door. She went to answer it and there stood her baby sister Miranda in tears. She quickly ushered her in and saw John, her neighbor from across the hall poking his head out of his apartment door.
“Problem, John?” she asked.
John just grinned at her and closed his door.
Carrie rolled her eyes and shut her door. “What’s wrong, sis?”
Miranda had sat down on the couch and wiped her eyes. “He…” she wailed and started crying again.
“Did you and Josh break up?” Carrie asked after turning down the stereo.
Miranda nodded. “Yeah.” She sniffed.
Carrie sat down next to her and handed her some tissues from the box on the coffee table. Miranda wiped her face and blew her nose.
Carrie took her baby sister’s hand. “Shh, sis, it’ll be all right. I promise.”
“I thought he was the one,” Miranda said.
“The one for what?” Carrie asked.
“Ya know!” Miranda said and pouted.
“Oh,” Carrie said softly. “Still?”
Miranda nodded. “Still.”
“What happened?” Carrie asked.
“I found out he was seeing some tramp on the side – fucking her,” Miranda said with a scowl.
“Well, sis, I hate to be the one to say it, but after 6 months, a man’s not going to wait much longer. He needs it. Men need it and if they’re not going to get it from their girlfriends, they’ll find someone else to get it from,” Carrie said, as nicely as she possibly could and patted Miranda’s hand.
“I just really wanted to be sure, ya know,” Miranda said.
“Yeah,” Carrie said.
“But now after this,” Miranda shook her head. “I want to just get it over with.”
“What?” Carrie asked, confused.
“Just get it over with,” Miranda said. “I’m so sick of waiting. I just want to find a man, do it and be done with it. I just need to find a man that’ll just take it and go on.”
“Seriously?” Carrie asked.
“Dead serious,” Miranda said and punched a throw pillow.
A light bulb went off in Carrie’s head. “I have an idea how you can do just that.”
“What?” Miranda asked.
“Wait here,” Carrie said and walked out the door. She walked across the hall and knocked on the door.
John opened it. “Hey.”
“I need a favor,” Carrie said.
“What’s up, shorty?” John asked with a laugh. “Need me to change a light bulb or get something off a high shelf?”
“No,” she looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. “Can we talk, privately?”
John arched his brows. “Ok.” He stepped aside and let her inside.
Carrie saw John’s roommates Randy and Mark sitting on the couch watching television. “I said privately.”
John shrugged. “This is as private as we’re gonna get in this tiny ass apartment, unless you wanna go back out in the hall with nosy Mrs. Ansh.”
Carrie sighed. “This will be fine, I guess.”
“What’s up?” John asked.
“My sister…” Carrie started and laughed. “Um, my sister, is actually the one that needs the favor.”
“Is that the big chick I just saw in the hallway going in your apartment?” John asked.
“Yeah,” Carrie said. “She’s like…ok…” She laughed nervously and raked her hand in her long auburn hair. “I can’t believe I’m asking you this.”
“What is it?” John asked.
“She’s a virgin,” Carrie said.
John laughed. “Um, ok…”
“And she’s 28…” Carrie said.
Randy and Mark turned their attentions to John and Carrie, listening in.
“And she’s like desperate to lose it,” Carrie went on.
John’s jaw fell and his brows arched. He laughed, surprised. “Ok.”
“Ok?” Carrie asked. “So you will?”
“So I will what?” John asked.
“Pop her cherry,” Carrie said.
“Whoa!” John said, laughing. Randy and Mark joined in.
“We don’t need any commenting from the peanut gallery,” Carrie said, looking at the two men still on the couch.
Randy and Mark looked at her and quit, covering their mouths, trying to cover their laughter with coughing.
“What are you asking me to do?” John asked her.
“Take my sister’s virginity,” Carrie said.
John clenched his eyes shut and laughed. “You want me to fuck your fat virgin sister.”
“Yes,” Carrie said seriously.
“Why me?” John asked.
“Because I know you,” Carrie said. “You’re a slut.”
“Ouch,” John said.
“And you’re convenient,” Carrie said.
“So, not only am I a slut, I’m a convenient slut?” John asked.
“Yes,” Carrie said.
“Just wanted to make sure,” John said sarcastically. “Cuz, ya know it’s always nice for a guy to know exactly what kind of a slut he is.”
“Just come over, pop her one good time and that’s that,” Carrie said and asked, “Will you do it?”
“I don’t know,” John said. “You kind of hurt my feelings.”
“Oh give me a damn break!” Carrie said. “As many women as I see paraded in and out of this apartment, you’re hurt that I called you a slut?”
“I’m not the only one that lives here!” John said.
“Ok,” Carrie said and turned to Randy and Mark. “How about one of you guys? Would you like to come over and break my sister’s hymen?”
Randy gave her a shocked look with wide eyes and burst out laughing. “No way. Not me. I have standards.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen your ‘standards’, monkey boy,” Carrie said. “If they’re not plastic and silicon you don’t wanna touch em.”
Randy made a face at her and didn’t reply.
“Mark?” Carrie asked.
“Yeah! You do it!” John said. “The last time you got any pussy was out of your blow up doll.”
“Leave Debbie alone!” Mark screeched.
Randy, John and Carrie laughed.
“Fuck. You. All,” Mark said, turning crimson.
“Come on, John,” Carrie said.
“You hurt my feelings,” John said.
“You’re the nicest one of the Three Stooges,” Carrie said.
John rolled his eyes.
“And I know she’ll like you,” Carrie crinkled her nose and looked him up and down. “At least a little bit.”
John sighed. “Why? Because I’m a convenient slut?”
“Oh, come on, John!” Carrie said, exasperated. “As many times as I’ve fed you guys and let you borrow money, you won’t do this one little thing for me?”
“This isn’t a little thing you’re asking,” John said.
“You still owe me money, by the way,” Carrie reminded him.
John blew out a breath through his closed lips and crossed his arms over his broad chest, looking down at her with narrow eyes.
“Just come over and talk to her,” Carrie said, smiling sweetly. “You never know, you might like her.”
John arched a brow. “Oh really?”
“Oh yeah, she’s very sweet,” Carrie said. “And smart! She’s a professional Webmaster. She can write all those codes and stuff by memory!”
“Great,” Randy said. “She’s a fat, sweet Internet dork.”
“Shut up before I slap you,” Carrie said.
Randy made a face at her. She turned back to John.
“Well?” she asked him.
“Ok, ok, I’ll come over and meet her,” John said. “But I’m not making any promises.”
“Ok,” Carrie said and started for the door. She turned around. “Are ya comin?”
“Not yet,” Randy smarted.
John reached over and smacked him across the head. “Dork.”
He turned to Carrie. “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
“Ok,” Carrie said and left.
Randy and Mark turned to John. Mark asked, “So, are ya gonna fuck her fat sister?”
“I might,” John said and added, “This is kind of weird.”
“You could charge her,” Randy said.
John looked at him confused. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Why not?” Mark asked with a shrug.
“Yeah,” Randy said. “We’re struggling actors, John. Come on.”
“I’m still not going to turn ho,” John said and shook his head. “I can’t believe she thinks I’m a slut.” He started for the bathroom. “I should clean up a little bit before I go over there.”
“You’re not going by yourself,” Randy said.
“Yeah, we wanna see the whale too,” Mark said.
John shook his head. “Idiots.” He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
“What did you do?” Miranda asked her when she walked in.
“I think I found someone to…ya know,” Carrie said.
“What?” Miranda screeched.
“Don’t worry, he’s a halfway decent guy,” Carrie said.
“Sounds promising,” Miranda said with rolled eyes.
“Just chill,” Carrie said. “It’ll be ok. He’s coming over in a few and you’ll meet him.”
“He’s going to take one look at me and run away screaming,” Miranda said.
“If he does I’ll chop his balls off and feed them to him with spaghetti,” Carrie said.
“Aww, how sweet,” Miranda said sarcastically.
“Anything for you, sis,” Carrie said.
“What if I don’t like this guy?” Miranda asked.
Carrie hummed in thought. “Ok, if you don’t like this guy, just sort of put the word ‘doggy’ in a sentence.”
Miranda arched her brows. “Ok and if I do?”
“Then use ‘kitty’,” Carrie said.
Miranda nodded. “Ok.”
There was a knock on the door. Carrie went to answer it. She opened it finding John had changed into a clean t-shirt and jeans, unlike what he was wearing before, which was an old stained t-shirt and his boxers. She also found his roommates there.
“What the hell are you two jackasses doing here?” Carrie asked.
“We’re here for moral support,” Randy said, clasping John’s shoulder. “John might need that extra little push.”
“Oh, whatever,” Carrie grumbled and stepped aside. John, Randy and Mark came in. They looked at Miranda.
“Hi,” Miranda said and turned her eyes away.
Carrie closed the door. “Sis, this is John and his roommates, Randy and Mark. Guys, this is my sister Miranda.”
“Hi,” John said with a polite smile.
“Hey,” Miranda said.
“Have a seat,” Carrie said.
John sat beside Miranda on the couch while Randy and Mark took the chair facing each other on each end. Randy put his foot up on the coffee table.
Carrie arched a brow. “Randy, if you value your foot you will remove it from my coffee table.”
Randy put his foot down. “Sorry.”
“I’m gonna go get us something to drink,” Carrie said and went into the kitchen.
John, Miranda, Randy and Mark sat in tense silence.
“So…28 and still a virgin,” Mark said, breaking the silence.
Miranda’s face reddened.
“That must suck,” Mark went on.
John took his hat off and threw it at Mark. “Carrie was right when she said you were a jackass.” He looked at Miranda. “Sorry about my friend. He’s an idiot.”
Miranda smiled a little. “It’s ok.”
“How are you?” John asked her.
“I’m fine,” Miranda said. “You?”
“I’m good,” John said. He twisted his lips. “So…”
“So?” Miranda asked.
He hummed in thought a second and said, “I wonder what’s taking Carrie so long. I’ll go see if she needs help.” He got up and rushed into the kitchen.
Carrie was putting ice in glasses. She looked up at him. “So, what do you think?”
“What is she pushing? 250?” John asked her.
“She’s actually 230,” Carrie said and turned to put the ice bucket back into the freezer. “She’s not that big and ya know, some men find plus size women gorgeous.”
“Yeah, I know,” John said.
“Hell, I don’t weight much less than she does,” Carrie said.
John looked her up and down. “You’re cute.”
Carrie arched a brow at him. “You’re not supposed to be looking at me, you’re supposed to be looking at Miranda.”
“Yeah, I know,” John said and met Carrie’s green eyes. “But I don’t know about this.”
“Come on, you’ll be paying me back for all the favors I’ve done for you,” Carrie said. “Come on, John.”
John sighed. “Ok, I’ll do it. I don’t like doing virgins, but I will do this for you.”
Carrie smiled. “Good.”
“But it’s going to cost you,” John said.
“What do you mean?” Carrie asked.
“Not money,” John said. “Dinner.”
“Dinner?” Carrie asked.
“Yes, dinner every night for a week,” John said.
“Ok, as long as I’m not working nights,” Carrie said. “Oh and that reminds me. If you’re going to do this, I need to see you.”
“See me?” John asked.
“Yep,” Carrie said. “Drop em.”
“Whoa!” John said, laughing. “No fuckin’ way.”
“I’m an ER nurse, John,” Carrie said. “I’ve seen thousands of penises. Come on.”
John rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He unzipped and pulled his jeans and boxers down.
Carrie bent down and got eye-level with his organ. She gently lifted it and looked underneath it. “Ok, no sores or bumps or anything. You have any tenderness to the touch or painful urination?”
“No,” John grumbled, looking down at her.
“Do you ever experience swelling in your testicles?” Carrie asked, gently manipulating them.
“No,” John ground out.
“Any discharge?” Carrie asked, gently twisting the head of his penis.
“No,” John said, inhaling a deep breath. “But you might get an eyeful of cum if you keep that up.”
Carrie quickly got back up to height. “Ok, I think you’re ok.”
“I know I’m ok,” John said, pulling his boxers and shorts up.
She went to the sink to wash her hands. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have anything.”
“I could have told you I didn’t,” John said. “I’m always careful when I’m slutting around.”
Carrie snickered. “Yeah, I’m sure.” She dried her hands and turned to him. “Please don’t hurt her.”
John’s brows rose. “Um, that’s sort of impossible.”
“I mean, emotionally,” Carrie said. “I know you’re going to hurt her physically. That’s a given. If you hurt her feelings….does the name Bobbit mean anything to you?”
John arched a brow. “Why are you always so confrontational?”
“Am I being confrontational?” Carrie asked and went on. “I don’t mean to be. It’s just…It’s just she’s my little sister and I don’t want her feelings hurt.”
“I don’t understand you at all,” John said. “Here you are, pimping out her virginity on one hand, but on the other hand, you’re being protective. If you’re so damned protective, why are you doing this?”
“She wants this,” Carrie said. “She’s tired of being a virgin. She’s tired of being afraid to let anyone get too close to her. She had a boyfriend for six months and she wouldn’t have sex with him because she was scared. If she can just get this over with, with someone she’ll more than likely never see again, she’ll quit being so fearful of getting physical with another man.”
Mark came into the kitchen. “Hey, dude! Did you get a look at the tits on that chick?”
John turned to him with big eyes. “What?”
“She’s got em like out to here!” Mark held his hands out. “Play with em for me.”
Carrie put her hand up over her mouth, laughing while John just looked at Mark with a dropped jaw.
“They’re gonna bounce and jiggle and I’ll bet she’s got some big nipples too!” Mark said and added, “You’ve just gotta suck on those fuckers.”
John raked his hand over his face and sat down in a chair. Carrie started laughing uncontrollably.
“Mark, come here,” John said, motioning him over with a wave.
Mark walked over to John. John reached up and slapped Mark across the head. “Go back in there!”
“Ow!” Mark sulked, rubbing his head and going back into the living room. “What’d I do?”
John shook his head. “Jackass.”
Carrie tucked her lips in and they looked at each other. Then burst out laughing.
“Sorry about that,” John said.
“It’s fine,” Carrie said, giggling. “She does have some huge boobs.”
“I didn’t notice,” John said. “Or I didn’t look, rather.”
“Help me carry drinks in, ok?” Carrie asked and handed him some glasses.
They walked into the living room and Carrie arched a brow at Randy. “Monkey boy, if you don’t get your foot off my coffee table I’m gonna chop it off.”
Randy put his foot down and made a face at Carrie. John handed Miranda a glass of soda and smiled.
“Thanks,” she said and took it, her fingers brushing his.
“You’re welcome,” John said. “Um, would you like to go somewhere more private to talk?”
“Ok,” Miranda said and got up. John gave her his hand and helped her off the couch. She smiled down looking at his hand and said, “Kitty, kitty!”
Carrie laughed, making soda splatter out of her mouth.
John looked at her confused. “You wanna bring your cat?”
“Never mind,” Miranda said and led him into Carrie’s bedroom. They shut the door behind him.
Carrie looked at her closed bedroom door and arched her brows. “Ok.”
A few minutes later, Randy broke the silence.
“Hey Carrie…wanna go over to my apartment and do what they’re doing?” he asked with a smirk.
Carrie turned her eyes to him and said, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you two go back to your apartment and do what they’re doing?”
Randy and Mark looked at each other and recoiled in disgust. Carrie laughed and sat back on the couch.
“What are they doing in there?” she muttered.
John and Miranda sat on the bed. Miranda sipped her drink and shook her leg nervously.
John inhaled a deep breath and laughed. “Ok, this is kinda weird.”
“Yeah,” Miranda sighed.
“Do you really want to do this?” he asked.
Miranda licked her lips and paused for a moment, thinking. “It’s not like I dreamt it would be, for sure, but at the same time, I really want to just get it over with. I wanted it to be with Josh…but that fucker…”
“Cheated?” John asked.
“Yeah,” Miranda said.
“Jackass,” John said. “He had to have been fucked in the head or something to cheat on a pretty girl like you.”
“You think I’m pretty?” Miranda asked, slowly turning her head to look at him.
John smiled softly. “Yeah, I do.”
Miranda turned away, blushing. “Thank you.”
John reached over and gently placed his fingers under her chin. He turned her face back to him and looked into her eyes. He smiled and leaned in, caressing her neck and jaw. He softly pressed his lips to hers. She whimpered and he let go.
“Are you ok?” John asked.
Miranda nodded and smiled. “Yeah. That was nice.”
John smiled and asked, “Do you want another one?”
“Oh yeah,” Miranda said and John kissed her again.
Soon it got heated and Miranda was sighing under John’s lips as they kissed and he ran his hand up and down her thigh. He kissed down her neck and lowered her to the bed on her back.
“Condom?” Miranda asked.
John lifted up and looked down at her. “Shit.” He got up and looked in his wallet. “Damn it. I’ll be right back.” He rushed out of the room into the living room. “Condom! I need a fucking condom!”
Carrie looked up into his reddened face. “I see someone is, um…”
“Whatever,” John said. “I need a condom!”
“I don’t have any,” Carrie said.
Randy pulled out his wallet. “Shit, I don’t have one either.”
“Is there not any in the apartment?” John asked him.
“I used the last one,” Mark said.
They all looked at him.
He shrugged. “I need to protect Debbie too.”
Carrie sniggered.
“Fuck!” John said.
“Wait…I think I might have something…” Mark said and rushed out of the apartment door. He came back with a plastic box. He tossed it at John. “Here.”
“What the fuck?” John said after opening it and pulling out a pink dome.
“That’s a diaphragm,” Carrie said and asked Mark, “Where the hell did you get that?”
“I stole it from my mom,” Mark said.
“Ick!” John said and dropped it.
Carrie’s eyes enlarged. “Oh my god…”
“You stole your mother’s diaphragm?” John asked him stunned.
“Why?” Randy asked him.
“I thought it was like a condom you can use over and over,” Mark said. “Is that not what it is?”
“Dude….” John said, shaking his head and he walked back into the bedroom.
“You’re an idiot,” Randy said and tossed a pillow at him.
Carrie hummed in thought. “I might have some in my nurse bag.” She got up and got her bag. After looking in it she said, “Shit.”
John sat down on the bed. “Damn it.”
“Problem, John?” Miranda asked, putting her cell phone on the nightstand.
John did a double take and exhaled an exasperated breath. “I can’t find a fucking condom.”
“Oh,” Miranda said, disappointed. “Let me text my sister.”
John looked at her confused. “Your sister is in the living room…”
“My other sister,” Miranda said and picked her phone back up. She clicked some buttons on the keypad and set it back down.
They sat in silence for a few minutes and her phone went off. She picked it up and read it. “She’ll be here soon.”
“Ok, cool,” John said.
“So…” Miranda said and grinned at him.
John laughed softly and resumed his position, kissing her and letting his hands roam over her curvy body.
Carrie, Randy & Mark sat in silence in the living room. Randy watched Carrie eat ice out of her glass and smirked.
“Want something real to suck on?” he asked.
Carrie rolled her eyes and bit down, making a loud crunching sound, arching her brow at Randy. Randy looked away with round eyes, her point made perfectly clear.
John had his hand up in Miranda’s top, kissing her and massaging her breast. He ground himself into her leg and she yelped. He lifted his head and looked at her amused.
“You alright?”
“What was that?” she asked.
“My hard on,” John chuckled.
“You got hard?” she asked.
“Yes,” he laughed.
“Why?” she asked.
“Kissing a pretty girl and playing with her boobs tends to do that,” John said, grinning and gently squeezed her breast.
She moaned and rolled her eyes back into her head. John kissed her neck and moved down.
Miranda sighed. “We should wait until my sister comes with condoms.”
“I’m not going to go as far as we need one,” John said in her ear. “But I still wanna play.” He slid his hand under her top and splayed his fingers out over her ribcage. “Can I go on?”
She whimpered her answer. John grinned and slowly moved up. He got her top off and kissed her, then saw the look of apprehension on her face.
“Hey, don’t worry,” he grinned. He kissed her again and looked down. He smiled, taking in the curve of her large breasts peeking out of the top of her bra and her peaches and cream skin. He wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her close, kissing her again.
She relaxed and sighed, curling her leg up over his waist.
“Oh shit!” Carrie squeaked and jumped off the couch. She rushed to her bedroom door and knocked.
“What the hell?” John mumbled and untangled himself from Miranda.
“Might be my sister with the condoms,” Miranda said hopefully.
John grinned and answered the door. He saw Carrie standing there. “Yes?”
“Do you know the, um, how can I put this where you can understand it?” she asked and paused for a second thinking while John stood there looking down at her with furrowed brows. “The go and leave method?”
“What?” John asked her.
“Ya know, you go, go go, and when you’re about to…well, go, you…. leave,” Carrie said.
John smiled and chuckled. “That, Carrie, is called pulling out.” He shut the door and went back to Miranda, who was laughing.
“Sisterusinterruptus,” he mumbled and went back to where he was, kissing her and holding her closely to him.
Carrie frowned and went back to the couch. She’d heard Miranda’s laughter and was glad her sister was at least having a little fun.
“The go and leave method?” Randy asked her with amusement.
Carrie rolled her eyes and picked up her glass.
Randy laughed and asked, “Wanna try the go and leave method?”
Carrie pulled a piece of ice out of her glass and threw it at him. “How about you just leave?”
“Nope,” Randy laughed and tossed the piece of ice back at her.
“Your sister has nice tits,” Mark said out of the blue.
Carrie cut her eyes over to him and furrowed her brows together, shaking her head. She started to say something when there was a knock on her door.
She opened it and there stood a tall, fiery-haired young woman. “Taylor?” Carrie asked.
“Hey sis,” Taylor said, walking in.
Randy looked at her and grinned to himself. “Who is this?”
“This is my youngest sister Taylor,” Carrie said.
Taylor looked at Randy and Mark. “What the hell, sis…you and Miranda having an orgy or something?”
“No,” Carrie said and shook her head. “Why are you here?”
“I got a text from Miranda telling me to hurry over with booze,” Taylor said and held up the bottle of Jack Daniels. “Then I got another one telling me to hurry up even quicker with these.” She held up a box of condoms.
“Oh,” Carrie muttered.
“So the hell, sis?” Taylor asked.
Carrie rolled her eyes and explained.
Taylor looked at her surprised and laughed. “Ok…about damn time her cherry was popped. Where is she and this…whoever he is?”
“In my bedroom,” Carrie said and pointed to the closed door.
Taylor laughed and walked over to the door. She heard Miranda giggle and knocked on it with the Jack Daniels bottle with a smirk.
John untangled from Miranda and said, “Ya think?”
“I hope,” Miranda said.
John answered the door and looked at Taylor. Taylor looked at the nearly naked man up and down and said, “Wowza…”
“Who are you?” John asked.
“I’m Taylor, Miranda’s sis,” Taylor said and asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m John,” John said.
“Miranda!” Taylor called.
“Sissy!” Miranda called back. “Did you bring em?”
“Yes,” Taylor said and handed over the box with a smile. “Have fun.”
John took the box, chucked, said, “Thanks” and closed the door.
“I guess they don’t need this,” Taylor smirked and tossed the bottle in her hand to look at it. She went back into the living room only to find Mark and Randy.
“Where’s my sister?”
“Getting boinked,” Mark said.
“The other one, numbskull,” Taylor said, shaking her head.
“She got a call on her mobile and went into the kitchen,” Randy told her.
Taylor nodded and sat the bottle down before walking into the kitchen. Randy grabbed it up and opened it.
“Car?” Taylor asked her sister’s back, sitting down in a chair.
Carrie turned around and wiped her face off.
“What’s the matter?” Taylor asked.
“Rob cancelled for the weekend,” Carrie said. “He was going to taking me to Malibu.”
“Why did he cancel?” Taylor asked. “His wife find out about his plans?”
Carrie rolled her eyes. “You don’t know a damn thing.” She walked out of the kitchen.
Taylor narrowed her eyes and followed her. “Bullshit! I know more than you think I know.”
Carrie turned around in the living room and glared at Taylor. “You think you know? You don’t! Why don’t you quit partying around, go to school, get a real job and learn a few things before you come giving me advice, ok.”
Taylor shook her head. “Always the same fucking argument with you, isn’t it? I have a real job. Just because I didn’t have to go to some 4-year college, and wear some stupid uniform to work doesn’t mean I don’t have a real job. I got my training in one year and I get to wear what I want and I’m making just as much as you are after only one year working. Bartending is a real job!”
“Whatever,” Carrie said, rolling her eyes.
“Ya know something, Carrie?” Taylor asked. “From behind the bar I see and I hear a lot of shit. I see it all the time. Husbands cheating on their wives. Wives cheating on their husbands and it always - always ends badly one way or another.”
“Go to hell, Taylor,” Carrie said.
“No, you’re going to stand here and finally fucking listen to me, damn it!” Taylor said.
“What the hell?” Miranda asked, gently pushing John off her as he was getting her out of her panties.
John furrowed his brows. “I don’t know.”
Miranda got up and threw on Carrie’s bathrobe. John pulled up his boxers and followed her out.
“What’s going on?” Miranda asked, looking between her sisters.
“I’m trying to make Carrie see the light!” Taylor said.
“He loves me!” Carrie shrieked.
“He’s married!” Taylor said equally as loud.
“What?” Miranda said. “Who?”
“This doctor she’s been fucking around with from the hospital,” Taylor said.
“You’re seeing a married man?” Miranda asked Carrie stunned.
Carrie gulped and crossed her arms under her breasts, not answering.
“I can’t believe you!” Miranda said. “How could you? Don’t you know better?”
“Apparently she doesn’t,” Taylor said. She grabbed Carrie’s shoulder and shook her. “Carrie! He’s never going to leave his wife and kids for you! Never!”
“Yes he is,” Carrie whimpered. “He promised me. He told me he would. He said he loved me.”
“He only wanted in your panties,” Taylor said. “And now that he’s in them, he wants to stay in them for as long as he can and he’ll say anything to make sure he is.” Taylor gulped, looking into her sister’s reddened face.
Carrie’s phone rang again. She looked down at it. “It’s him, texting me. He wants to meet tonight.”
“No,” Taylor said, shaking her head and took Carrie’s phone. She quickly texted back, and saying aloud what she was inputting. “Hell, fucking no. You rat fucking bastard. Fuck off, you piece of fucking shit.” She hit send and turned her phone off.
“I know you’re right, Taylor,” Carrie said. “I should have known better, but, I don’t know, I just…I was just so damned lonely.”
Taylor cupped her sister’s wet face. “I know. I know.” She pulled her close and hugged her. “You spend too much time working and not enough meeting people and having fun. I want you to come down to the bar next time you’re off, ok?”
Carrie nodded. “Ok.”
“Meet some new guys, have a little fun,” Taylor said. “And get over the shit-fuck.”
Carrie laughed. “Ok.”
John, having long sat down on the couch, watched and listened to the sisters in shock. He furrowed his brows together and twisted his mouth.
“Everything ok, now?” Miranda asked.
“Yes,” Carrie said.
“Yeah, go on and get on with your cherry poppage,” Taylor said with a grin.
“Ok…” Miranda trailed off, grabbed John’s hand and said, “Come on.”
“Ok,” John said and they went back into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Carrie and Taylor sat down on the couch. Carrie grabbed the bottle of Jack. “I can really use this now.”
“We all can,” Taylor said and took the bottle from her with a smile. “Let the pro handle this.”
“Pour em up, lil sis,” Carrie smiled back.
John and Miranda got back on the bed and John kissed her. Miranda moaned under his lips and smiled. John kissed down Miranda’s neck and sighed.
“Miranda,” John said.
“Yeah?” Miranda asked.
“I can’t do this,” he said, getting up. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Listen,” he started and pulled his pants on. “I knew about the man she was seeing. I saw him in the hallway a few times.” He licked his lips and went on after he pulled down his shirt. “I knew she had a guy, that’s why I never asked her out myself.”
“Um, excuse me?” Miranda asked, surprised.
“I like Carrie,” John said. “I’ve had feelings for her for a long time, but I never acted on them because I knew she was seeing someone.”
“Then, why all of this?” she asked.
“She asked me to,” he said. “And I’d do probably anything she’d ever ask me to do…even deflower her sister.”
“But, I mean, you were all raring to go a few minutes ago,” she said, confused.
“I was,” John said. “Miranda, you are absolutely gorgeous and drop-dead sexy and any man would feel privileged to be your first.”
“But not you,” Miranda said.
“No, not me,” John said. “I’m sorry. I can’t. Not while I have feelings for your sister. I hope you understand.”
She smiled a little. “I do.” She got up and got dressed. “Are you going to ask her out now?”
“Maybe in a few weeks,” he said, nodding. “If I finally do. I want to know she’s free and open to it. I don’t want to be a rebound.”
Miranda nodded. “Good plan.”
She opened the door. “Um, just follow my lead, ok?”
“Ok,” John said and followed her.
They found Carrie, Taylor, Mark and Randy sitting in the living room taking shots of Jack.
Carrie threw one back and looked at them. “So, how did it go?”
“It didn’t,” Miranda said quickly and shrugged. “I chickened out.”
Carrie nodded. “Ok, so you’re still not ready.”
“I am,” Miranda said and squeezed in between her sisters. “Give me one of those.”
Taylor poured her a shot and said, “Well why didn’t you then?”
“I want it to be with a man I love,” Miranda said and looked at John. “No offense.”
“None taken,” John said and sat down on the arm of the couch beside Carrie. Taylor poured him a shot and Carrie handed it to him.
John took it, casually brushing her fingers. “Thanks.” He threw it back.
“Um, Miranda?” Mark asked.
“Yeah?” she asked back.
“I was wondering,” he said and licked his lips. “Would you like to go out sometime?”
Miranda smiled softly. “Um, sure, just give me a call.”
“Would you like to go out now?” he asked.
Miranda’s brows rose. “Ok. I’m hungry anyway. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“Sounds good to me,” Mark said and they got up. Miranda hugged her sisters, kissed John’s cheek and walked out of the door with Mark.
“Well,” Taylor said with a grin. “Miranda and the numbskull.”
“He’s an ok guy,” Randy said. “Very nice, trustworthy. So what if he’s not Einstein?”
“True,” Taylor said. She smiled at Randy. “You are really adorable you know that?”
Randy smirked. “Yes.”
“And immodest,” Taylor laughed.
“Well, when you look like this there’s nothing to be modest about,” Randy said.
Taylor laughed. “Alrighty then.”
“Listen, Taylor,” Randy said. “I’m a very cut to the point guy, so I’m just going to come out and ask.”
“Ask what?” Taylor asked.
“You wanna go over to my apartment and fuck?” Randy asked.
Carrie spat out her whiskey in shock. John laughed and ended up falling off the couch arm.
Taylor smiled, chuckling. “That’s the best offer I’ve had in weeks.”
Randy arched his brows, grinning at her. “Well?”
“Hell fucking yeah!” Taylor said and shot up.
Carrie watched in shock as her sister dragged Randy out of the door by his hand. “Little slut!”
“At least he’s not married!” Taylor called back as Randy closed the door behind them.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Carrie muttered.
John got up off the floor and plopped in a chair. “Well, I’m stuck right now.”
Carrie hummed in thought. “Wanna watch a wrestling pay-per-view and order a pizza?”
“Sure,” John said and grinned. “You like wrestling?”
“Actually, I love it,” Carrie said and opened her DVR menu on the TV. “It’s kind of my little guilty pleasure.”
John nodded. “Cool. I like it too.”
After the recorded event was over, John got up, looking at his watch. “Shit, I have to go. If they’re not done, too bad.”
“You don’t have to rush off, do ya?” Carrie asked.
“Yeah, I have to work in the morning at 8,” John said.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a gig this week,” Carrie said.
“It’s not really a gig,” John said and rocked in his place a bit. “It’s an actual job, at a garage. I’m quitting acting. It’s time to grow up. I want a real life, ya know.”
“You do?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m a certified auto mechanic, got my certificate in high school,” John said. “So I got a job I’m starting in the morning. I haven’t told the other guys yet about my quitting, so…”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” Carrie nodded.
“Thanks,” John said, heading to the door.
Carrie walked him over. “Feel free to come over anytime you want.”
John nodded. “Thanks, I appreciate that. Bye.”
“Bye,” Carrie said and watched him walk across the hall, just as Taylor was coming out of the apartment, all disheveled and laughing.
She walked over and Carrie closed the door behind her. “Have fun?”
“Yep,” Taylor smiled. “Did you?”
“Eh, we just watched TV and ate pizza,” Carrie said, sitting down.
“Cool,” Taylor said.
Carrie smiled to herself. How could she have not seen it? Maybe the end of her loneliness had been living across the hall from her all along. She nuzzled farther down into the couch. Maybe. Just maybe…
~The End~