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The four of us stood there for an awkward moment. Jay awkwardly turned and walked away without a word. Sarah took the opportunity. “How do you and Jay know each other, Dom?”
“We were great friends in college! We were even roommates our sophomore year. I’m not sure why we lost touch. I’m glad to see my old bud again.”
Sarah turned to me. “Why did he just walk away like that? He’s such a weirdo sometimes.”
I just shrugged. It was lame, I agree, but I wasn’t playing Sarah’s game. Dom chimed in. “So Jay and you are dating? You’re much prettier than the girls he dated in college.” I’m afraid I blushed. Sarah’s smirk was the giveaway. And she was right. Getting a compliment from this guy felt pretty special, even if it was at the expense of my boyfriend. Or maybe because of it.
“I-I’m gonna go find Jay,” I stuttered and walked away.
Jay was in the bathroom hiding. He let me in. I was sorta repulsed by this, but my better angels took over. “I’m sorry this must be so triggering for you, babe.” I gave him a little hug. “For what it’s worth, he said you two were great friends. It’s been years, Jay. Maybe he’s changed.” Jay’s eyes went from the floor to my eyes. “And who knows, maybe you can heal those wounds. What do ya say, let’s stay for an hour, then we can go.”
Not much eventful happened the rest of the night. Jay and I chatted with some others, or I mostly did while he sidled. The usual. But the whole time I was wishing we were with Sarah and Dom, and eventually they found us. We stayed with them, talking in the living room for an hour. Dom had his arm around Sarah much of time, somewhat possessively, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to be with a man like him. It’s not surprising, though, what with Sarah’s big tits, small waist, and bubble butt, and her natural blonde hair. Still, this one made me jealous, especially since the juxtaposition of this God with my short, doughy boyfriend was stark as hell, and I know Sarah was enjoying the whole thing, having it go probably exactly as she planned.
The nice surprise was how kind Dom was to Jay. He kept saying how great it was to see him, talked Jay up to me about what a good kid he was, and even tried to make plans with Jay. Jay wasn’t a total dick about it, but he also wasn’t as warm in return. I get why, but it pissed me off to see Dom being so nice and Jay mostly giving him the third degree.
So when we got in the car to go home, I was quiet in the front seat. Jay started asking me what’s wrong. He gets insecure about these things, and can’t just leave it alone ever. I usually push my feelings aside and console him, but this time I snapped at him and said the first thing that came to mind. “What’s wrong with? Oh, I don’t know. Something about you acting like a scared little boy in there. It’s such a turnoff.” We drove on in silence into the cold night, and I felt sad, and a little guilty, and I also couldn’t stop thinking about Dom looking down at me in the eyes with such confidence as I’ve never experienced before.