Mistakes Were Made

by Meryl Wilsner

The other patrons were now a bunch of assholes standing around cockblocking her—or, more accurately, clamjamming her.

“God,” Erin whispered, and Cassie couldn’t resist. “You can just call me Cassie.”

curiosity killed the cat, and enough pussy had been wrecked already that night.

Who would’ve thought it would end up being a good thing that Erin’s one-night stand came to breakfast?

“Shoot,” Adam said. “I would’ve liked to take everyone out for a drink or something. Bond over the beautiful girls in our lives.” “Well, my mom’s an alcoholic, so I’m sure she would’ve loved that, too.”

“Am I wrong, though, or is Parker’s mom kind of a MILF?” Cassie sputtered. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my God, you fucked Parker’s mom and now you’re hung up on her. This is hilarious.”

“So you made out with my brother because you were sexually frustrated about Parker’s mom?” she said. “That is too good.”

In high school, Cassie was the promiscuous bisexual who probably wouldn’t be into chicks if she’d had a father figure.

cops acted like she was reckless with her life, instead of understanding she just liked going fast.

“And she’s pretty funny—I mean, we just made fun of Parker mostly, but whatever—you know how I feel about funny people.” “Yeah, your panties drop.”

“She fucked your boyfriend so you get to fuck her mom?” “Yeah,” Cassie said, because that only seemed fair, right? “Quid pro quo.”

“Stop thinking about Parker’s mom’s boobs!” Cassie did, mostly.

Not because of anything in particular so much as because of … everything. Because Erin had made her feel awful. Because Erin was gorgeous. Because Cassie wanted to kiss her or fight her or maybe both.

We’re a house of bis. More so now that you’re here.”

“You tired?” Parker asked. No, just thinking about fucking your mom.

“Well—I want to fuck you when you’re not being such a cunt,” Cassie amended.

“Who are you sexting over there, Klein?” “Your mom,” was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Self-improvement did not exist on a time line. There wasn’t so much “new year, new you” pressure when Erin was trying to get better every day.

“Sometimes we have to do things that make us uncomfortable for people we love.”

“When is the last time you did something for no other reason than because you wanted to?”

“First I’m gonna finger you on it in your garage, then we’re gonna take back roads and I’m gonna sit behind you and talk you into another orgasm while you grind on the seat, the engine making it vibrate right against your clit.” “Jesus, Cassie,” Erin muttered. “A simple thank-you would suffice.”

It was easier to let people go than to admit you wanted them in your life. At least that way you wouldn’t have to chance rejection.

’Cause life is kinda huge and terrifying and unknown, right? But I never think about that when I’m with you.”