Like A Fool Ch. 05byredsliver©
The sun rose a good five hours before anyone started stirring at Poplar Street. Ainsley woke me up, moaning as she was, dehydrated and sore. I was feeling pretty good, nothing a glass of water wouldn't solve. And perhaps a toothbrush, judging from her reaction when I kissed her good morning. I sought out some clean clothes. Ainsley, only having the clothes from last night, grabbed one of my shirts, a blue one that dwarfed her tiny frame.
"Lizzie or Miranda probably have something here you can borrow," I mentioned as I stepped into a pair of blue jeans.
"I still have to put something on so I could go out and ask," she berated me, fastening her bra and discarding the oversized shirt. She snatched her discarded panties and pulled them up her legs. Fixing her skirt once the thin silk was in place. "Plus they're both taller, bustier and bigger than me."
"True enough," I agreed, rubbing her the wrong way, "But you're prettier and sexier than both of them."
My save was a bit too little too late it seemed. She may just have been seeking attention, but I grabbed her in an embrace from behind. James's fist hammered my door.
"You two up?" he hollered in, Ainsley wincing in her hangover.
"Yeah," I responded with a reasonable voice.
"Lizzie wants to get going by ten," my phone showed it was 10 after 9, "And we still have to swing by her place to get the gear."
"You still up for camping?" I whispered into Ainsley's ear.
"After breakfast and some water," She agreed.
"We'll be right out," I called to James. His heavy feet walked from my door without responding. Ainsley gave up and put on my blue shirt once again and hurried out to find Lizzie had made breakfast. The eggs sat low in my stomach and a bit of orange juice made me feel like new. Ainsley proved to be, sushi notwithstanding, a vegetarian at whim. This morning? Not so much. The greasy food diving down her gullet with vigor. She stole a bottle of Chris's Gatorade and started to look a bit perkier when the four of us made it out to James's car. There wasn't much to get from our apartment, an extra sleeping bag, a change of clothes, swimwear, lighters, small things. Most of the proper gear was out at Lizzie's and we'd need to make stops at Ainsley's and the LC before we got on the road.
"There's only one tent," I pointed out to Lizzie as the two of us walked out of the LC by Ainsley's. James had gone to collect the gear and Ainsley was in the apartments above us getting whatever she'd think she needed. I had a two-four in a shopping cart and a quart of inexpensive whiskey. Lizzie had another twelve pack but for some reason kept it in her hands.
"We'll need fly dope, sunscreen and mix," She ignored my observation, directing me into the attached Superstore. We also grabbed water, snacks and batteries. Lizzie snatched a few pizza buns and told me I could have one over her dead body.
"Can I keep the corpse too?" I leered. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the checkout.
"It's a big tent," she finally answered me once we had paid for things and stepped outside.
"That's not what I meant."
"So you only think about sex?" She asked a little exasperated.
"Not only, just in tandem with all my other thoughts," I retorted.
"Don't worry about it. You'll figure things out when we arrive."
James was pulling into the parking lot, driving his old red Honda. It was scratched up, well worn and not so shiny anymore but it ran like a dream, or so he claimed. He weaved through the aisles cutting his way through the parking lot towards us.
"I always feel safe when James's driving," I lied.
"He's not going to give anyone else the keys." Lizzie explained fatally.
The trunk seemed dangerously full. Two overnight bags, a two-four, a case, a cooler, a tent, sleeping bags and we still hadn't picked up Ainsley. I took shotgun, my legs too long for the backseat, and we rounded the corner to Ainsley's place. She was waiting for us, showered up and far more sensibly dressed in a tank top and shorts. I hopped out, grabbed her bag, took five minutes to reorganize so the trunk would close, luckily she hadn't brought much. I returned to the front seat.
The drive was good, for most of us. Lizzie started by interrogating Ainsley. Ainsley kept looking to me for rescue. I set myself to controlling the music while James tried to break the sound barrier. It wasn't until we were about a half hour out of Halifax that Lizzie seemed satisfied with Ainsley. Happily exclaiming such and giving her a hug, (very dangerous in that one had to undo seat belts and James was weaving around an 18 wheeler.)
"I'm glad you're happy," Ainsley said once Lizzie let go.
"Robbie's a good guy," Lizzie leaned back, "I promised him months ago that if he brought a girl near me, I'd make certain she deserved him."
"Thanks," I muttered.
"She's just being a friend," Ainsley forgave, "Just very thorough." She gave Lizzie a glare.
"How much further?" I asked James.
"Another hour," He said. I sighed sadly, he had meant an hour and a half at a sane person's pace.
"So did Robbie tell you how you two ended up on this trip?" Lizzie's voice froze my spine.
"No," Ainsley said, sounding intrigued, "but I never saw anyone stop quite so dead as Robbie just did."
"He was planning an orgy with James," Lizzie smiled widely.
"What?" Ainsley retreated to her corner of the vehicle.
"That is the most dishonest use of the truth ever," James smiled up into the mirror. "I knew I loved you, my conniving little saboteur."
"What the hell? Robbie?" Ainsley grabbed me by the shoulder.
"I got home on Monday and Chris was talking about getting into a threesome since Courtney was coming down in a few days." I explained, turning to look at her, "I just walked in on them talking about orgies and we started talking about what you'd have to do to have one."
"Courtney?" Lizzie asked sourly.
"Oh yeah," James confirmed with the same tone.
"Who's Courtney?" Ainsley asked.
"Miranda's old college roommate," Lizzie explained, "She's really into Chris and he exploits it."
"Ugh," Ainsley scrunched her face at Chris's mention. I'm not ashamed that made me feel better. "Still, I don't see how that leads to camping? Unless she's coming in tonight and you wanted to be elsewhere."
"Not until Wednesday," I confirmed.
"You idiot!" James all but spat, "That might've been better."
"It's not that bad," I returned on him, "and Lizzie wouldn't have let me lie."
"He's smarter than you, hun," Lizzie smiled.
"OK," Ainsley gave me a look, "Tell me what happened."
"After discussing what an orgy needed, and how Chris was fundamentally wrong about the whole thing," I began, "we started discussing how our place could be a legitimate venue for one."
"OK," Ainsley said slowly, "Now I'm a little unhappy with where this is going."
"It was all in theory," I explained defensively, "We're not going to have an orgy."
"What? And waste all this planning?" I hoped Lizzie was sarcastic. I would've assumed she was if James's jaw didn't set. Luckily Ainsley laughed, albeit at us.
"Anyway, I said we needed to invite couples and that we could handle six at Poplar," I continued.
"I still say five," James conceded.
"I'm not going to ask about that argument," Ainsley hurried us along.
"And then Chris challenged me to think of six couples we'd invite." I continued, "Miranda showed up and James panicked, changing the subject to the camping trip."
"So the moral of this story is that you're both fools?" Ainsley earned herself a fist bump from Lizzie. The act itself mocking James and myself.
"Pretty much," I decided not to argue.
"Fool's one of the nicer names I've earned," assured James.
"So who are the six couples?" Lizzie asked, and I am certain it was this question that set the next few weeks in motion.
"Yeah," Ainsley sparked interest, now that the topic had seemed harmless and less suspicious. But there was a bite to her voice, "who'd come to a Poplar Street orgy?"
"You and Robbie, Chris and Courtney and James and I are the obvious first three," Lizzie explained to Ainsley, "My guess is they mentioned Andrew and Miranda and that's when James panicked."
"I didn't panic," James retorted, "I changed the train of thought to something else."
"Obvious or not," Ainsley said, "I'm not in for it."
"Yeah, neither am I," agreed James, "the thing is that it was hypothetical, not real."
"I don't think any of us would be," I assured Ainsley.
"OK then," She seemed to relax a bit more, "Who else?"
"I honestly don't know," I said, "I hadn't actually thought further, if James hadn't interrupted me I'd have lost the bet."
"I fucking knew it," James cursed, "You owe me then."
"One we didn't actually set terms and two I bought enough liquor today to be even." I explained.
"Fucker," James turned his eyes to the road and tilted his foot further on the gas.
"What about that one from work who comes over with Miranda sometimes?" Lizzie seemed unwilling to stop.
"Natalie?" I asked.
"Who's she?" Ainsley overtook me.
"The secretary for the labs," I explained, "Sure, I suppose she'd be comfortable with a few of us. I don't know if she has a boyfriend to bring for you ladies though."
"One," Ainsley sounded a little angry, "You don't get the other girls and two," she sounded very angry, "Don't pimp me to your friends."
"Calm down," Lizzie put a hand on Ainsley's thigh, "You're taking this too seriously."
"Yeah," I agreed, "we're just joking around."
"Alright," Ainsley relaxed.
"Unless you're going to do it," Lizzie smiled. She laughed at Ainsley's reaction and returned to the topic at hand, "Natalie was seeing somebody. A black guy, Donald I think."
"Alright fine," I was getting sick of Lizzie, "Natalie and Donald."
"Well I could get Sarah and Patrick," Ainsley started acting in the spirit of things, "She's kind of crazy sexy anyway and I'm sure you'd," she took Lizzie's hand off her thigh, "would like Patrick."
"Oh!" Lizzie exclaimed, "There's our six."
"Huzzah!" Cheered James emotionlessly, clearly hoping the conversation was about to change direction.
"Now how would you get everyone in the mood?" Lizzie was far to into this.