Page 50 of This Time Around

Then I recalled the other dress Madame Something Peach wore to give Ollie a fucking lap dance for his birthday that nearly had him coming in his jeans along with the rest of the audience. I jackknifed off the bed and headed for the doorway. Milo jumped aside when I reached the door and followed me into the spare bedroom. I went straight for the large closet and began searching through hundreds of dresses and outfits until I found the one I was looking for. The white halter dress that looked just like the one in Marilyn’s famous pictures. The one that he wore to flash Ollie his ass while the rest of us cheered him on. Or her? What the hell was I supposed to call Milo when he was in drag?

I held up the dress and turned to Milo. All color had leached from his face, and he looked scared. “No wonder you acted funny when I introduced you to Ollie. You had no idea you gave my NA sponsor and friend a boner.”

“Oh, I knew I’d given him a boner, Andy. I did that on purpose to make you jealous. I didn’t know that I’d given apastora boner! What the hell were you guys thinking when you set that up?”

“That a drag queen would sing him a little song. I didn’t expect you to dry hump him until he creamed his jeans.”

“Did he?” Milo asked. He took the dress from me and returned it to the closet then began removing the sequined number too.

“Is that important?” I fired back. “Would that make the scenario somehow less awkward?”

“I don’t normally act that way,” Milo said softly, hanging the shimmery dress up. “I’m sure you saw the difference in my performance for the grooms before I locked eyes with you when I rounded the table.” He put his hands on his lean hips, and I tried to stay focused and not stare at his toned abs or the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“No, not really,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. “I saw you straddle that guy’s lap at the grooms’ table and let him run his hand along the inside of your thigh.”

“He slipped me a tip,” Milo said, dismissing my jealousy.

“He wanted to slip the tip of his dick in your mouth.” Milo didn’t even bother trying to deny it. We both knew it was true.

“What about you, Andy? Were you seduced by my actions?”

I said nothing, working my jaw while I battled for composure. I had zero right to be so jealous, but I was.

“I saw the way you leaned into Ollie at the table, and kind of lost my mind a bit.”

“Kind of?”

“Okay, I was insane with jealousy. I just knew he was the guy you were fucking every Wednesday night. And he could’ve been.”

“I can’t apologize for something I didn’t do, Milo. We had to lean toward each other to be heard over the loud music and singing. I never once led Ollie on, not that night or any other time in our acquaintance.”

“So, what did you fellas do after you left the show?” Milo asked. “I know for a fact that you didn’t go straight home since you pulled in behind me at the gas station.”

“We grabbed a late bite to eat before we all went home. Alone. Why were you out so late?”

“All the queens were hungry after a long night.”

“I bet,” I said dryly.

“What’s that mean?” Milo demanded.

“I was referring to that backstage action that surely goes on.”

“Are you asking if consenting adults find a convenient place to fuck, or are you asking if we give private dances or some shit?”

“Um…”

“Surely, you’re not implying we queens were offering other services for a fee.”

“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I meant that every man in that room wanted a chance at your ass.”

“Is that so?” Milo asked, closing the distance between us. “Even you?” Milo licked his lower lip seductively, and I wanted to feel that pouty mouth wrapped around my cock.

“Especially me. My body recognized you, even if I didn’t.”

Milo snorted. “Andy, it’s okay that someone other than me made you horny.”

“But itwasyou,” I told him. “You were just in drag at the time.”