The Reason in My Bridget

Patrick smiled and pecked James again before getting up. “Sure.” He went to the wardrobe and caught a second blanket. “Go change then.” He said with a smile.

Madison shrugged. “If you start saving a few from now, you might do it sooner. Separate 100 dollar a month, at the end of next year you’ll already have 1200 dollars.” She smiled.

James smiled back at him and stood up, stepping closer to his suitcase. He changed quickly, just so he wouldn’t get cold and headed to the bed, already covering himself with half of the blanket that was already there.

Patrick smiled and pecked James again before getting up. “Sure.” He went to the wardrobe and caught a second blanket. “Go change then.” He said with a smile.

Madison shrugged. “If you start saving a few from now, you might do it sooner. Separate 100 dollar a month, at the end of next year you’ll already have 1200 dollars.” She smiled.

James smiled back at him and stood up, stepping closer to his suitcase. He changed quickly, just so he wouldn’t get cold and headed to the bed, already covering himself with half of the blanket that was already there.

Patrick giggled. “See? You are not the person Mark said you were. He probably said that to have control over you.” He said. Patrick smiled. “How about we sleep for now? Clear our heads.”

Madison listened to her. “Why don’t you do it?” She said. “Open a gallery, I mean. You love art, you do art on your job. Why not prime good artists?” She smiled.

James stared at Patrick for a few seconds, until he smiled and bit his lower lip. “I guess”, he whispered. “Sure’, he nodded. “We’d better cover ourselves with two blankets instead of one, ‘cause I’m getting rather cold”, he made a pause. “And we’ll figure the light and heating thing tomorrow”.

Patrick smiled. “It’s so not you, that you let me waiting for your answer for a whole weekend to decide and date me.” He giggled. “And you still grown on your own.” He said and touched James’ cheek. “I love you.”

Madison sighed. “Please. They are not updated. There is so much more I can explain and put in books.” She bit her lower lip. “Thanks hon.” Madison bit her lower lip and looked at Isabelle. “You wanted to be a vet?” She asked. “You are so cute.”

James closed his eyes and winced, as Patrick said that. “It was more than a weekend. It was more than 10 days to be exact, but I don’t think it would do me good”, he chuckled. He smiled lightly, as Pat touched his cheek. “I love you too”.

Patrick listened to James. When he finished, Pat came closer and kneeled and near him, placing his hand on James’ knee. “I’m sorry you had someone who did those things nto you. You don’t deserve it. I would never, ever. Force anything into you. And I know, in my heart, you are not the kind of person who sleeps with someone else for privilege. You should never doubt your intelligence and hard working. I’ve seen it.” He smiled lightly. “Whenever you find it out.”

Madison windened her eyes. “Oh… I think I would like to write a book. About codes. And how to use it.” She said. “But I’m not very good at writing. I can’t focus. Shocker.” She giggled. “Oh, it was. My first girlfriend and her boyfriend she left me for. People from college that treated me badly. A few interns.”

James looked down, trying to breathe lighter, because  what he talked about didn’t make him feel that great. He widened his eyes subtly, as Patrick placed his hand on is knee and not much later, his heart started beating faster, with what Patrick was saying. He touched his hand on his knee and caressed it lightly. “I know that. That you wouldn’t do that”, he bit his lower lip. He shrugged at that. “Well...it’s something that passed as a thought in my head, when we started this. Not going to lie”, he blinked fast.

Patrick sighed and smiled lightly at that. “Why don’t you like talking about Mark?” He asked. The man pouted. “Look. the office, I think it was something Stephen and I… Wanted and then liked. But the elevator… It wasn’t planned. We were talking and then we were flirting and then stuff happened.” He looked at James. “You can tell me these stuff. I can’t guess it.”

Natasha giggled. “Okay.” She said and loosened it a bit. “So, lie down and we can… Start. Slowly.”

Madison smiled as Isabelle kissed her. “It’s the truth.” The girl blinked. “Like… Craziest dream I had, or like a dream… Like… A desire?” She made a small pause. “Because I have a lot of crazy dreams. I dreant once that I was being eat by a turtle. Turtles don’t eat meat. And it didn’t even hurt, what it’s unlogical, because, well, turtle’s bite hurts, so it would hurt is a turtle eat me.” She glanced at Isabelle. “And I dreant once that I was a mermaid, but not the cute one like Disney little mermaid, but the ones that drown people, and I drowned all the people I hated.” She said.

James pouted, before finishing his water and leaving the glass on the nightstand again. “Because of the things that I’ve told you before. About saying that I’m getting things by sleeping around with people”, he sighed looking down. “And because of...the sexual stuff and..”, he shook his head. “Even if my first boyfriend was the person I lost my V-card with, things went pretty innocently until we broke up...the first time. Mark was the one that it felt that he took my V-card...or innocence away. Which is silly, ‘cause I don’t believe being innocent and losing your virginity are equal...but Mark has managed to make them equal. Because of the sexual stuff we did together...and the way he forced them on me. And in a way, I was curious about them, even if I wasn’t 100% sure I wanted to do...something. For example....”, he took a deep breath. “I was pretty close to drinking on the threesome question today, unless I agreed with Mark that night and a guy...we “accidentally” met, when we were out”, he made air quotes. “It was the last months of our relationship and we barely had sex together-because I’ve suggested cordially to break up at least, twice by that time and he refused and I got abstinense in return”, he rolled his eyes. “So, why not...?”, he shrugged, “ But, when I realized that the other guy...was Mark’s student as well, I lost it and gave the green card to him to sleep with whoever he wanted, even if he was still in a relationship with me. Not that he needed it...I learnt that he slept around a lot while we were together. And probably the threesome was a way to justify that...feel better with what he was doing...?”, he raised his eyebrows. “I’m still curious about threesomes, but still a little reluctant that...if the actual person I am with, actually wants me...or likes the other person more than me”, he looked at Patrick. “Fine”, he said and looked down. “Sometimes, I don’t know them myself-I don’t know how I would tell you anyway”.

Patrick shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to know. I don’t want to have to ask it. I feel like these things we can tell slowly… Comment when it comes up… And not… Be ask what you have done like it’s a bad thing.” He said. “Normal bedroom stuff. Couch. Bathroom. But not bathroom of clubs. Ah.” He thought a little. “I don’t know where else.”

Natasha smiled widely. “Sounds good.” She came closer Bridget and sat behind her, placing her shirt as a blindfold and started wrapping it. “Is it too hard?”

Madison shrugged. “By asking.” She said. Madison took a look around before place the blanket on the floor. “It is. But not as beautiful as you.” She smiled.

James listened to Patrick and sighed. His words made sense, but then again, he still felt rather annoyed with that. “Okay...I guess...you’re right”, he sighed again but heavier. He leaned in to take his glass of water and sipped a few drops. “I don’t like talking about Mark in general. Things came up today”, he looked down at his glass. “And you’ve asked me how many things I haven’t told you...well...”, he widened his eyes. “A lot”, he said and raised his head to look at Patrick. “Your office, the elevator”, he continued listing. “I don’t really remember doing anything in the elevator...but I generally have it on the list of things or basically places that I’d like to do stuff in...maybe that’s why”, he winced and looked down again.

Bridget stared at Natasha that moved rather quickly for her own pace and after some point, she stopped seeing. She let out a small laugh and sat up quickly. “I think it would be fine...if you loosened it up...just...a small bit”, she giggled again, motioning her fingers to show the amount.

Patrick followed James to their room and then sighed. “And what can I do about it? Because… As I said… I can’t change what I’ve done.” He shrugged. “I don’t think I wanna know anything. More like… Slowly share it.” He shrugged again.

Natasha bit her lower lip. “Exactly. The blindfolded person senses are hightened. Their moans are way hotter. And they come easier.” She said. “Hear other people moan help me get there.” She said. “Are you in?”

Madison shrugged. “I think it was fun. To know these stuff in a game and not in a serious talk.” She said.

James pouted and moved himself, so that he would recline against the bed. “Well, what about telling me where else you had hot times with Stephen? Besides your office and now the elevator”, he said and closed his eyes. “Well, I don’t like talking about Mark. He came too many times into the conversation today and I had to tell the truth. And since you don’t want to know anything, I don’t know what to say”, he sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Bridget raised her eyebrows rather impressed with what Natasha was saying. “For sure they come easier”, she nodded and then widened her eyes. “We can turn it around, once you’re done with me”, she shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, I’m in”, she nodded.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and then sighed. “What good does it make to be mad about things you’ve done in the past? You already done, I can’t change that. I can’t… Do anything about it.” He shrugged. “I’ve done stuff. And you can ask me anything and I’ll tell you, but it’s not point being mad… I had a make out session with Stephen in an elevator years ago… He was my boyfriend at the time, now you are.”

Natasha watched Bridget sit on the bed and smiled. “Well well, okay.” She went to her luggage and oppened it, taking a shirt out of it. “What do you feel about… Blindfolds?” She asked.

Madison smiled as Isabelle pushed her out and glanced back to be sure no one heard them. She looked ahead and tried her best to remember the road to the lake.

James hummed as he opened the door of their room, and listened to Patrick talk. “Right... I don’t know”, he mumbled low and drank the rest of his water, placing it on the nightstand. “You’re right. But, I can’t do anything about how I feel”, he pouted and instantly fell on the bed on his back. It felt slightly dramatic in his head. “You can ask me anything, as well”.

Bridget watched Natasha intently. She raised her eyebrows, as she took a shirt out of her luggage. “You like watching blindfolded people porn?”, she asked, completely absent-mindedly, as it was the first thing that came to her mind. “I mean...”, she blinked. “The person, who’s blindfolded...it heightens your senses and you’ve got a better and...more...wholesome feeling...”, she tried to find the right words, “...of what your partner is doing”, she explained and smiled lightly.

Patrick stayed there waiting for James to say something and then sighed when he finally did. Patrick leaned on the balcony. “Stephen.” He said. “Does it really matter who was it? I can’t change what I did and with who.” He said.

Natasha smiled widely. “Thought you would never ask.” She said and pecked Bridget before get up and hold her hands, pushing her to stand up as well.

Madison got up and rushed to their room, to get a blancket and canddles. She separated it and went to the door. She bit her lower lip, waiting for Isabelle.

James rolled his eyes instantly. “Great”, he whispered and sipped the rest of his water, before filling another one. “You know what really bugs me at that moment?”, he asked half-smiling. “I’ve said so much more than you did on that area, and I’m still much more....”, he groaned, as he couldn’t admit or say the word “jealous” at the moment, “ than you are and that makes me mad”, he rolled his eyes with his logic and took his small torch and headed to their room.

Bridget widened her eyes and stood up instantly, just to pull Natasha’s hand and guide her to their room. “Okay”, she said and let go of her hand. “What do you want to show me?”, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and felt slightly dizzy.

Patrick blinked and got up, following James to the kitchen. “That…” He pointed at James. “Weirdness is because of how much you drank or…?” He asked, not finishing, hoping James would tell what was wrong.

Natasha giggled. “You’re cute. And I think you’re gonna love it.” She said and leaned to kiss Bridget slowly.

Madison smiled. “That actually sounds like a good plan, yes.” She said and touched Isabelle’s cheek. “I’ll get the towel.” She smiled.

James let the torch on the counter next to the sink as he filled the glass with water. He took a deep breath, before sipping it and turned around leaving it back on the counter, just to face Patrick. He stared at him for a long second and contemplated whether he should play dumb-which wasn’t much him, or just say the truth. “Who’s the...elevator guy?”, he asked and felt guilty for asking, the second he did.

Bridget smiled lightly at what Natasha said and it took her by surprise, as she kissed her. She felt her heart beating faster and pulled slowly away from the kiss, looking for the other people with the corner of her eye. “Do you want to...go to our room?”, she whispered.

Patrick raised his eyebrows as James seemed to want to say something. “It doesn’t need to be now.” He kept whispering.

Natasha shrugged. “It wasn’t bad bad. It was for a bar fight. And they released me the next day.” She said. Madison windened her eyes. “Oh yes. I think we all drank way too much.” She said and giggled, leaning her head on Isabelle’s shoulder. Natasha let her bottle down and turned to Bridget. “Are you okay? Did you drink too much?” She asked.

Patrick turned to James. “Do you want the medicine now?” He asked the other boy.

James pressed his lips together, as Patrick kept whispering and he felt his heart beating faster-not sure he wanted to tell everything about Mark. Once the game was done, he looked at the girls and looked back to Patrick. “No, I’ll be fine. Maybe, I need some water”, he said and stood up, with his small torch to head to the kitchen-not sure if he was like this because of mentioning Mark or willing to ask about the elevator guy and was pushing himself not to.

Bridget blinked. “Oh...alright.”, she chewed on her lower lip and closed her eyes. “Yeah, I guess”, she made a pause. “I think I’m too dizzy...and yet so curious about what you want to show me with your favorite porn category”, she whispered.

Patrick nodded. “Mark.” He repeated in a whisper. Patrick shrugged. “There are accidents where you don’t get hurt.” He said and turned to James. “So I don’t drink and you don’t drink double.” He said.

Patrick pouted. “I never seen the appeal of it. I see grass and I don’t feel the will to do it there.” He said. Patrick listened to James and then sighed. “Why do I feel you haven’t told me everything about Mark?” He whispered at James. Mad and Nat drank at the same time and Nat giggled after that. “Oh yeah, dear. That’s kind of hot.” She said.

Patrick scratched his neck and sighed. “Never had I ever did anything sexual on a elevator.” He waited a few and then blinked. “Wait no… Ahn… Never have I ever been in handcuffs.” He said. “The second is the one that counts. Natasha drank. “For the good and the bad reason.” She said. Mad shrugged. “It’s an interrest.”

James nodded at that and leaned back on the couch.

James pressed his lips together, as Patrick said that and looked ahead. Not for much though, as he heard him whisper that and turned back to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead he gasped and shook his head, looking ahead again. Bridget sucked on her lower lip, before she could drink and glanced at Isabelle that was playing with her bottle. James shook his head. “I surely know that it’s hot for girls...but what happened with me, nope”, he shook his head”, he said, biting his lower lip.

Natasha giggled. “I never knew if it was unrequited or not… but yeah.”

Patrick shook his head, smiling. “You’re cute when you’re tipsy.” He said. Madison windened her eyes. “I said Pat thought.” She said. “He was fixing my computer and he was under the table and when Pat came into my room, he assumed things he shouldn’t.” She said. “Yep, only at work.” She smiled widely at James and turned to wink at Isabelle.

Madison nodded. “Yes it is.” She said. Patrick nodded. “As serious as teenagers can be. But… My father didn’t like me going out much, so… We hanged out a lot in our houses… So… I introduced Chris to my parents.”

Madison shrugged. “Even with my denial and all… Never.” She said.

Patrick blinked. “What man’s lap?” He asked. “When you mean accident, you mean getting hurt, or just… Falling?” He asked. Madison thought a little. “Oh… Yeah… I still feel it. The pain.” She said and took a sip.

Natasha bit her lower lip as she was thinking. “It’s getting harder to think of things I didn’t do.” She said. “Okay. Never have I ever gotten poison ivy from having sex in nature. Lucky me.” She said. Mad blinked. “Well… I have and believe me, it sucks.” She said and drank. Pat blinked. “I don’t feel it’s confortable to have sex… In the nature.” He said.

James pouted, as Patrick said that and looked away, not sure why or how his blush was a little uncontrollable. Bridget widened her eyes, as Madison was narrating the story. 

Isabelle bit her lower lip hard, as Patrick said that. “Yeah, it’s normal then”, she nodded at that.

James closed his eyes, as Patrick asked that. “I was on Mark’s lap...supposedly going to ride him or that was the plan and I got dizzy...and with the things that kept happening, he decided to change positions, before the act, and once he pushed me to lie down, I rolled down the bed and fell down, with my face on the floor”, he widened his eyes. “But, I have both...both hurting and falling”, he said. Bridget pouted. “Definitely hurting, or else it wouldn’t be an accident”, she answered.

Madison giggled. “Now, maybe the lap dance, I’m with that in my head now.” She whispered back.

Natasha winked at Bridget.

Nat shrugged. “I’m not sure. He couldn’t like me, I was underage. But he seemed to, yes.” Natasha giggled. “I trust me, I wasn’t even worried about tests at that time. I was almost failing and I didn’t care.” She shrugged. “I guess I liked him, and I liked the fact that we couldn’t be together.” She shrugged again. “And I think that half was good intention, like… I liked him. And half was bad. Somehow I think I wanted to get caught, because… I mean… Who flirts with the teacher on high school inside a classroom? It’s the definition of wanting to get caught.”

Patrick blinked. “I’m not gonna drink for as many times as I did it, or else I would have to drink 5 sips and I won’t.” He said to James. Madison giggled. “The only mention of me having sex on a work place was when Pat thought you were going down on me. So… Yeah, I’m a saint at work.” She giggled again.

Madison smiled. “Next person, will be the person I’m gonna marry, because it’s gonna be hard to meet my parents now so… To travel there, gotta be the one.” She said. Patrick nodded. “Yes, Chris.”

Madison thought a little. “I remember using Tinder, but I don’t remember actually meeting someone.” She said. Natasha bit her lower lip. “When you go to night clubs, you don’t need apps.” She said and giggled. Patrick just shook his head.

Madison thought a little. “Never have I ever slept with someone I wasn’t attracted to.” She said and Natasha took a sip. “And regret some.” She nodded. Pat didn’t drink.

Isabelle sucked on her lower lip and smiled lightly, looking away.

James raised his eyebrows listening to what Natasha was saying and Isabelle smiled. “I think that’s the perfect love story. The unrequited one”, she chuckled. “But, anyway”, she shook her head.

James smirked at him. “I declared it though”, he sucked on his lower lip. “Fine, don’t”, he shook his head and moved away from him, already feeling shivers on his body, because of the cold. He pulled his knees up on the couch and covered himself better with the blanket. Bridget widened her eyes and looked at James and Madison back and forth. “Did you go down on her?”, she asked James and he rolled his eyes. “No, I didn’t”, he squealed. “She says she’s innocent in that, anyway”, he pouted. “Only in that”, he added and chuckled.

Isabelle turned to look at Madison as she answered. “Yeah, Kansas is far enough”, she commented and looked at Patrick. “So, you guys were serious in High School?”, she asked raising her eyebrows.

Madison giggled. “Now, maybe the lap dance, I’m with that in my head now.” She whispered back.

Natasha winked at Bridget.

Nat shrugged. “I’m not sure. He couldn’t like me, I was underage. But he seemed to, yes.” Natasha giggled. “I trust me, I wasn’t even worried about tests at that time. I was almost failing and I didn’t care.” She shrugged. “I guess I liked him, and I liked the fact that we couldn’t be together.” She shrugged again. “And I think that half was good intention, like… I liked him. And half was bad. Somehow I think I wanted to get caught, because… I mean… Who flirts with the teacher on high school inside a classroom? It’s the definition of wanting to get caught.”

Patrick blinked. “I’m not gonna drink for as many times as I did it, or else I would have to drink 5 sips and I won’t.” He said to James. Madison giggled. “The only mention of me having sex on a work place was when Pat thought you were going down on me. So… Yeah, I’m a saint at work.” She giggled again.

Madison smiled. “Next person, will be the person I’m gonna marry, because it’s gonna be hard to meet my parents now so… To travel there, gotta be the one.” She said. Patrick nodded. “Yes, Chris.”

Madison thought a little. “I remember using Tinder, but I don’t remember actually meeting someone.” She said. Natasha bit her lower lip. “When you go to night clubs, you don’t need apps.” She said and giggled. Patrick just shook his head.

Madison thought a little. “Never have I ever slept with someone I wasn’t attracted to.” She said and Natasha took a sip. “And regret some.” She nodded. Pat didn’t drink.

Isabelle sucked on her lower lip and smiled lightly, looking away.

James raised his eyebrows listening to what Natasha was saying and Isabelle smiled. “I think that’s the perfect love story. The unrequited one”, she chuckled. “But, anyway”, she shook her head.

James smirked at him. “I declared it though”, he sucked on his lower lip. “Fine, don’t”, he shook his head and moved away from him, already feeling shivers on his body, because of the cold. He pulled his knees up on the couch and covered himself better with the blanket. Bridget widened her eyes and looked at James and Madison back and forth. “Did you go down on her?”, she asked James and he rolled his eyes. “No, I didn’t”, he squealed. “She says she’s innocent in that, anyway”, he pouted. “Only in that”, he added and chuckled.

Isabelle turned to look at Madison as she answered. “Yeah, Kansas is far enough”, she commented and looked at Patrick. “So, you guys were serious in High School?”, she asked raising her eyebrows.

Patrick giggled at that. Natasha bit her lower lip. “Okay.”

Madison smiled widely. “Okay, this game already worthed it. I have a lap dance scheduled.” She giggled.

Natasha shrugged. “It were games, like this. Truth or dare, actually.” She looked at Bridget. “And after the game and we were doing it, I decided to do what they liked. I mean… It were nothing that needed much preparation. Somehow.” She giggled.

Madison giggled. “Oh, I noticed.” She said. Natasha smiled. “I pretended to want a private class, so he scheduled it on school. The director caught us in the room, while I was coming at the teacher. But they didn’t expelled me. Don’t ask me why, I deserved it.”

Patrick giggled at that. “So… I’ve done with James and with someone else… How does the drinking work?” He said already taking two sips. Madison smiled. “I’m a saint at work.” She said. Natasha took a sip of her drink.

Natasha thought a little. “ Never have I ever brought someone home to meet the parents.” She said. Madison pouted. “Sadly I did it with the wrong person.” She said and drank. Patrick took a sip as well.

Isabelle smiled at that and leaned to whisper at Mad. “I don’t know what will happen first today. The sneaking to the lake or the lap dance”.

Bridget raised her eyebrows, as Natasha started narrating. “That’s so sneaky of you”, she giggled.

James smiled at what Mad said and looked down. Isabelle bit her lower lip. “Did the teacher like you?”, she asked. “Did he seem to?”, she raised her eyebrows. “I’m all for forbidden love stories...but I don’t think you deserved it...as long as your intentions were real...and not because of a test”.

James giggled with him, just realizing how drunk, but at the same time, how relaxed and aloof he was. “I remember you telling me three times. No? With the other person”, he said the last sentence mockingly. “ I remember three times...I counted three times...so three more sips”, he said and leaned closer to Patrick, leaning his chin on his shoulder. He instantly  turned to Madison and giggled as she said that. “And I’m pretty much surprised by that”, he said, biting his lower lip. Bridget looked at Natasha drinking and tried to keep track of the things that she wanted to ask her, when they were alone. But, her drinking that much made her feel too sure that she wasn’t going to remember it all.