Plus One (Audio Script)

Stories

“Oh my god, is that Jason over there at table thirteen?”

“Who?”

“That cute swimmer who used to live down the hall from us in the dorms. The one I hooked up with on Halloween...

”

“The bald guy?”

“No, no. The guy next to him. With the red tie.

”

“I swear I only recognize, like, a quarter of the people that got invited to this wedding. How do you remember any of these people?”

“Oh, I shamelessly stalk everyone we went to college with on Instagram. Should I go say hi? Maybe not. That might be his wife sitting next to him.

”

“Hey, shoot your shot. Maybe one of us will actually have some fun tonight.

”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Try not to get in a worse mood while I’m gone.

”

I watch Erin as she floats away from our table and suddenly feel very awkward about being alone. Most of the wedding guests have already finished dinner and are migrating slowly towards the dance floor.

God, why did I let her drag me here? This might as well be our college ten-year reunion. Not that I’m not happy for the bride and groom. They’re good friends and I’m very glad they’ll be spending every single day for the rest of their lives together…but I’m just not feeling it. Everywhere I look I see someone I vaguely recognize from a past life, only now they’re older, hotter, and probably more successful than me.

I’m not normally so bitter, but this wedding is leaving a bad taste in my mouth, especially since you and I only recently broke up. I say recent, but I guess it’s been… what? Two? Three months? I can’t believe it's already been that long. Okay, I’m out of here. I’m going to go find the bathroom before I die of second-hand embarrassment.

This antique barn-house is a great place for a wedding, I have to say. I wonder if the bathroom is down this hall…? Oh, yeah, there it is.

I join a couple of other women lining up in the hallway. Damn, it’s not even seven yet. Ugh, what I wouldn’t give to be at a real bar right now.

“Kendall?”

Oh, god. It’s you. And of course I would run into my ex in line for the bathroom.

“Hey. Um, hi. Wow, you…um…you’re here.

”

“Yeah, I’m here. I figured I’d run into you.

”

“You did? Oh, right, yeah, of course. Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m here, too.”

Oh my god, this is awkward. I literally haven’t spoken to you since that terrible fight over the phone. I wonder if you’re still mad at me.

“Are you here with anybody?”

Are you asking if I’m dating someone? Or if I came alone?

“Um, I drove with Erin. But, no, I didn’t bring a plus-one. If that’s what you’re asking.

”

“Cool.”

You nod and I can see a small smile playing at the sides of your lips. Fuck, you look really good. Your black dress hugs your hips in all the right ways. You always used to complain you didn’t like your hips, but I fucking loved them. God, I used to worship your body. Your nails, your hair, your shoes. You get mistaken for a straight girl all the time, but I know you’re just as in love with women as I am.

I step out of the bathroom line so the woman behind me can go ahead. You and I shift down the hall a little to continue talking.

“Um, how about you? Are you here with…someone?

”

“Nope, riding solo tonight.”

Hmm, that’s a pleasant surprise. I was almost certain you would have moved on by now. Maybe you’re not as angry at me as I thought you were…

“You look really good tonight.”

The words fall out of my mouth before I can even debate saying them out loud. Your cheeks flush a little red and your smile turns into a little smirk.

“Thanks. You do, too.”

This…is not as awkward as I thought it would be. In fact, your presence is actually kind of calming. You lean your shoulder up against the wall and cross your arms over your chest. Your eyes sweep up and down, giving me a quick once-over. Your cleavage is really hard not to look at.

“Hey, listen, um…I just wanted to say...”

“Ah. Don’t. Let’s just…let’s not talk about us, okay?”

“Right, right. Of course. Bad time...bad place.

”

Your face is not so far away from mine. I can smell your perfume and, fuck, I’m getting turned on. I just miss you so much. No matter how bad it got in the end…we did really have something. We used to have the most amazing sex. And now, here you are, looking like a femme queen and I can’t help but just…

“What are you staring at?”

“I’m staring at you. I told you, you look incredible. I can’t help it.

”

This reminds me of when we first started dating. The constant teasing and the dance of flirtation. I chased you around like a dog for so long, just begging for your attention.

“Oh, but you do have a little something…right there…on your face...”

“What? No, I don’t. Really? Get it.

”

I lift my hand to your face, forgetting that we’re no longer allowed to be so close, so at ease with one another.

“I’m just kidding. You don’t.

”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

You grab my hand and pull it down to my side, but you don’t let go. Your fingers thread through mine and...suddenly, we’re holding hands.

“I've missed you.”

“I've missed you, too.”

There’s a long silence between us for a moment before you start pulling me down the hallway. You glance back at me with that mischievous smile as you lead me away from the crowds.

“Where are we going?”

“I don't know, somewhere private. Just get in here.”

Your lips are on mine as soon as the door’s closed. My hands wrap around your hips and pull you close. It’s like we have never been apart. The way we move together as if nothing has changed…as if the last three miserable months without you were just a nightmare.

“Mmm, fuck, you taste good.”

I trace the line of your jaw with my mouth and walk your back into the wall.

“Yeah? Did you miss this?

”

“Fuck yes, I missed this.”

I push our bodies against one another and shift my knee between yours. You grind down onto it.

Oh my god, it feels so good to be with you again like this. To feel you writhing beneath me. There are few things on this earth that I enjoy more than fucking you. I hike your dress up to your waist and run two fingers across your entrance through the thin fabric of your thong.

My heart races as your hands deftly undo my dress pants and slide them down. I kick them down to my ankles before returning my fingers between your legs.

“You like that? Want me to touch you?

”

“Yeah, touch me. Let me feel you...”

I slip two fingers around the thong and find your neat, trimmed pubic hair. I slide down to your lips and slowly part them.

Your wetness coats my fingers as I glide through your labia.

“Are your friends going to wonder where you are?”

“Yeah. Fuck...they will.”

“Are they going to come looking for you?”

“Yeah, probably...”

“You’re going to keep this a secret, aren’t you? You’re not going to tell them you let your ex fingerfuck you in the closet, are you?

”

“It’s our secret…”

I slide two fingers up inside of you and fuck you with firm thrusts.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. Yeah!”

I kiss you, hard. Your tongue meets mine and swirls desperately through my mouth. You must have missed this just as much as I did.

“Turn around.”

I pull my fingers out of your pussy as you turn and face the wall. You push your ass out towards me and push your palms against the wall. Damn, you look good like this. I push your dress up over your ass and pull your thong down to your ankles.

“Mmm, fuck, lick my pussy, baby.”

My hands reach up to wrap around your thighs and I bury my face in your ass. I slide my tongue down to your folds and lick you obediently.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, right there, right there!”

I come up for air, but before I can dive in again, you turn away from the wall. Your hands guide me down onto my back and you come down on top of me.

“You want me to sit on your face? Hm? I know you love that.

”

“Oh my god, yeah. Fuck my face, babe.

”

You throw one knee over the side of my head and your pussy comes down directly onto my mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, baby! I’m touching myself…I’m rubbing my clit for you…yeah!

”

Oh my god, I wish I could see you rubbing your clit. I reach up and grab two big handfuls of your breasts and squeeze hard on your chest.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck, I’m going to passion! I’m going to passion!

”

Oh my god. Holy shit, that was so hot.

I watch you, mystified. You’re incredible.

“Let me finish you off…”

I won’t object to that. You stay kneeling while I clumsily get to my feet. You’re between my legs and yanking my briefs down before I can even fully stand up. I love your top energy. Bottoming for you is like a dream come true.

“Oh, oh fuck! Yeah, fuck - right there!”

I lay my hand at the back of your neck and steady myself as your tongue thrusts inside of me.

“Oh, god. I'm...fuck, that feels good!”

I reach down and put pressure on my clit while you lap at it with your expert tongue.

“Mmm, fuck. Fuck!”

“Oh, god! Fuck, I'm getting close. Don't stop - oh god, don't stop!”

I spasm against your mouth two, three times. You slowly pull away and rise gracefully to your feet. I lean back against the wall and stare up at the ceiling, spent. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch you wipe your lips and pull out a compact mirror from your clutch.

“So...”

“So...”

You lean against me and push a delicate kiss to my lips. I taste my own juices as I bite gently on your bottom lip.

“We should probably get back to the party...”

“Yeah.”