Cheat Day - Sex Stories

Cheat Day

“We were thinking of having a movie night on the eleventh. You down?”

Even though Jake couldn’t see my face, I grinned. “A movie night, huh?” I repeated, holding the phone close to my ear.

His tongue clicked from the other end of the line. “Well, I mean, if we’re safe about it, and it’s just us… I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else or been out of the house in like, a full month.”

My grin didn’t wane. I knew how he felt – while others ditched the rules and partied, my friend group actually listened and stayed inside during the pandemic. It was borderline painful listening to stories about other people getting to enjoy time with their friends all because they didn’t care, all while, at least to me, my friend group just had to stay separate, just drifting farther and farther away from each other. This was a welcome change.

“Yeah yeah,” I quickly agreed. “I’ll be safe. I mean, I

have

been safe. This can be like our cheat day.”

“Our what?”

“You know, like when you diet, you have a cheat day and eat cake. We’ve all been good, so we get to have a cheat day.”

“Wouldn’t know dude, never had to diet,” Jake’s voice cockily rebutted. I smiled to myself – Jake was one of those neo-hippie types, with the long hair and the carefree attitude, but instead of listening to Grateful Dead or whatever, he went to the gym and did karaoke and other bro-y things. He looked like he would be this sensitive sweet guy, but underneath, he was all arrogant charm, a combination that ...

... seemed to work well in his favor.

I was kind of the opposite. Even though I looked like I would fit in at a soccer club or the popular table or something, I was kind of shy and geeky below the surface. It was hard to call myself good-looking, but I knew other people thought I was. I couldn’t really accept it, but I could accept other people were saying it. Plus, it turned out being attractive and being shy was a combination that worked out in my favor sometimes too, just not in the same way. “Nice,” I laughed dismissively. “So who’s in?”

“That’s the tricky part,” Jake admitted, his voice reflecting annoyance. “If you’re in, so far it’s just you, Katie, and… you met John?”

“I don’t think so, is he a friend of yours?”

“Friend of Katie’s. I’ve only gotten to talk to him a few times, but he seems chill.”

Katie was probably my oldest friend in the whole world. It was one of those friendships where we were each others’ rock, but more importantly, it was one of those friendships that couldn’t be complicated by anything. We went on double dates with each other, changed in front of each other, and in our first year of college, only a few months ago, I tried using my photography major to help her get the best nudes, and she tried using her charm and knowhow to make me the best Tinder bio possible. We were entirely comfortable with each other.

Sadly, the Tinder bio went nowhere, and once the pandemic began, I ended up deleting it. It just became a lose-lose where if I ...