You Don’t Know My Name by Patricia Thomas Rating: PG-13/R Feedback is always appreciated. Summary: One of our favorite guys is a bit down when he gets an interesting proposition. “Shot of vodka.” I’m sure I looked positively awful. My clothes were wrinkled, there were bags under my eyes…those eyes that I was always told were beautiful, and my hair was a mess. After three shots, I felt it was a good time to think over what had just happened. It was a normal day for the most part. Amy, my girlfriend at the time, came home from work, dropped her keys on the kitchen table, and flopped down next to me on the couch. I was watching some Jerry Springer repeat, mostly to get my mind off what I knew I had to tell her. “Hey hun, how was your day?” She squeezed my hand as she said this. A ripple of guilt went through my body. I was probably about to ruin two wonderful years together. “Eh. Still nothing.” I hated those auditions. All those eyes glaring at me…but I knew it was really the only way I was ever going to get into comedy. That was really the only thing that had ever made me happy. Not even Amy. “You’ll get picked up by somebody. You’re sexy, you’re funny…it’ll happen.” She ran her fingers through my hair, something she thought I loved. In fact, I hated it. I’ve always had a thing about my hair. I don’t like people touching it. “Sexy? I highly doubt that.” I’ll be the first to admit it, Amy was my first, and only, live-in girlfriend. I’d never been very popular with the women. “Oh, I think you’re sexy enough.” She planted a kiss on my cheek. “Is something on your mind? You don’t seem very talkative. Usually you’re talking my ear off about your so-called horrible auditions.” “Um, yeah. Actually. Look,” I said, turning off the television with the remote and turning on the couch to face her. I sighed. “I have to say something. It’s been driving me crazy for the past couple of weeks now and I know you’re not going to like it, but for me to be okay I have to tell you.” My fingers twisted around the bottom of my shirt. It was an old habit that I had whenever I got very nervous. “Sure. Sure. Whatever it is, I hope you feel better after talking about it.” I took a long look at her flowing, wavy chestnut hair, her square glasses that hid the most gorgeous green eyes, her nicely shaped, firm, beautiful breasts…I knew I was going to miss that last part the most. I knew it was coming to me. Kilana was her best friend; they’d known each other since fourth grade. How did I ever think that she was going to forgive me? “I…I cheated on you. About three weeks ago. With…with Kilana. I’m sorry, it’s just…you were away on business, and she was there, and we just…I’m sorry. I know sorry isn’t going to cut it, but I had to tell you.” I stopped biting my lower lip when I realized it had started to bleed. I stared at her, waiting for a reaction. She looked into her lap, fixing her gaze upon her folded hands, studying them as if she were going to be quizzed on them later. She finally set her eyes on mine, tears welling up. “I hope you and Kilana had a nice time. I hope you screwed her hard and I hope you both got something out of it. I hope you had the fucking TIME OF YOUR LIFE! Get out! GET OUT!” Her tone suddenly became softer, but nonetheless still menacing. Tears were rolling down her face, but she still looked pissed as all hell. “I want you out by morning. If I wake up and you’re still here, I swear I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you. Don’t ever come back to me. Ever. We’re through.” I got up from the couch and started to pack. As the last of my clothes went into the suitcase, hot tears pricked at the sides of my eyes. I hastily wiped them away, knowing that I had deserved it, but also that I loved her, and it was not going to be easy without her. About two hours later, my stuff was secure in a hotel room and I was getting wasted at Patty’s Pub. After about my ninth or tenth shot, I felt the presence of someone sliding onto the stool next to me. “Hi, stranger. What’s your name?” I glanced him over quickly. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody. “Fuck off.” “That’s a new one. No, you know what? I don’t want to know what your real name is. Make one up.” He leaned toward me, looking eager. “What?” I was drunk, confused, angry, and depressed. I had no time for games, but at the same time, I figured, what the hell. I haven’t got anything else going for me. Might as well strike up a conversation. “Make up a name. That name you’ve always wished you had.” As he said this, he used elaborate hand gestures. “Richard. I’ve always liked the name Richard.” A smile came to my face. “Hi, Richard. For tonight, I’m Sam.” “Hi, Sam.” I’m not quite sure what happened then, but the next thing I knew, I was on my back on my hotel bed, and Sam was straddling me. He slowly took off my shirt, exposing my chest. He ran his fingers through the light layer of chest hair. I had forgotten to shave it the last week or so. His face came toward mine, and when his lips were inches from mine, he whispered in my ear. “Take off your pants.” I gulped. What the hell was I thinking? What the hell was this all about? All I knew was that my underwear was getting suspiciously tight. He rolled off me, and as I was lowering the zipper, I brushed my finger against my growing penis. I shivered and hastily kicked off my shoes. As soon as my underwear hit the floor, he was on top of me again, this time, with his clothes off as well. He rubbed his stiff erection against mine, and both of us emitted low moans. He leaned down again and kissed me. We both became hungrier and he started biting at my lower lip. I groaned and grabbed for his hardness, when he suddenly pulled away from my lips. I started stroking, up and down, looking at his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, sweat starting to form on his forehead. I pulled my hand away when he grabbed my wrist. “No. I’ve done this. It’s your turn.” I suddenly became very nervous…and very sober. What was I doing? Was I really doing this for the pleasure? Or was I just trying to get back at Amy in a way she would probably never find out about? Whatever the reason for it, I didn’t care at the moment. I was so horny I couldn’t think quite straight. I needed to be touched. He moved downward. I could feel his hot breath right where I needed it. I gasped and quivered. I felt his tongue running across the bottom of the length of my penis. This was amazing. Amy would never have…my thought was cut off as a warm mouth engulfed me. “Holy shit, Sam!” It felt so good. He started to move his mouth up and down. I was getting close. The wetness…the warmness…oh God it all felt so amazing… “Oh my God!” I cried. My back arched…and I was spent. I fell back on the bed, trembling. He got up abruptly and went to the bathroom and I stayed there, wondering if this was all just a dream. Had I really just…done that? I had always thought that no matter what, I would never, never do anything like that with another guy. The prospect of it made me shiver, and not in a good way. But this…this had felt so…so much more satisfying than any sex I’d ever had before. He came back to me, and we snuggled up against each other under the sheets. “By the way,” he whispered, “if you wanted to know, my name’s Chip.” “I’m Colin. Nice to meet you.”