Four Hundred Sixty Seven

Four Hundred Sixty Seven
My phone rings and I let out a sigh.
Jeanette's name flashes across my screen and I see that I have four missed calls from her.
"I gotta answer or she will think something is wrong", I sigh. "Jeanette? This better be good".
"You sound out of breath is your breathing okay"?
"Yes. I'm fine".
"You.... Oh shit! I'm sorry. Fuck! I'm cock blocking aren't I"?
I glance at Jonathan and he squeezes my breast.
"Mmmmm... Yeah you are".
"Sissy! I'm sorry. I tried calling a few times actually... since last night".
"Well we've been busy".
He kisses my shoulder. "Very busy"! he yells into the phone.
"You've been up all night fucking? Gross"!
"Jeanette"!
"I mean... I don't want to think about that", she laughs. "It's weird. But.... you know I gotta ask... how many times"?
"Jeanette"! I hiss thats not...
"I lost count at 3"! he yells.
"Wow"!
"Is something wrong" I ask?
"Huh"?
"You called ME"!
"Oh yeah! I called cause we wanted to see if you two wanted to go out with us this evening to the outdoor Christmas market downtown".
"We can't"! he yells. "We are spending the day in bed".
"Y'all are nymphos"!
"We aren't"
"You really are Alicia. I thought Jameson and I were, but you two are worse than we are. And we do it a lot every day. Seriously. We were gonna go to the market. Pick up some Christmas shit and then just hang out. There's a snowball fight in Battery Park tonight".
"I don't know Jeanette. Pneumonia and snow and the cold"...
"Yeah", she sighs. "But how about we hang out and do something low key? We can grab dinner and go to the speak easy. We can double date. It will be fun".
"Ummm"....
"Or better yet!!!! Lets go see a movie or an off broadway play! Jameson says that there's a production of 'You Can't Take it With You' at the Soho playhouse".
"Really"?!?!
"Ok now you sound excited".
"I am! We would love to go".
"Okay... we will pick y'all up around 7:30ish. Show starts at 8:30. We can grab a slice or something afterwards".
"That sounds perfect", I smile. "See ya then"!
"Bye sissy"!
"We were just talking about that play"! I smile.
"Yeah"...
"It's okay if we go? I'd love to see it. I love the SoHo playhouse. It's really intimate and''... He silences me with a kiss.
"It's fine. I'd love to see it with you".

And I can't wait to see him in his element.

"Honey make sure your hair is completely dry before we leave. I don't want you getting sick again"!
I hollar up the stairs and head into the kitchen.
I grab a coke out of the fridge and lean against the counter.
Alicia I spent the majority of the day in bed and until about 20 minutes ago, spent time together in the shower as well.
I'm starting to believe that Jeanette was right. We have a serious sex addiction. Which, I don't necessarily think is a bad thing... but then again, I'm pretty sure it isn't normal either.
The doorbell buzzes and I'm quickly snapped out of my thoughts. I let Jameson and Jeanette inside and they follow me into the kitchen.
"I never thought in a million years that I would be going on a double date with you", he laughs. "Let alone as your brother... and us being married to two sisters".
"It's weird right", Jeanette says. She goes into the fridge and searches around. "Do you have any fruit punch"?
"No... Well Estella has juice pouches, but I believe they're lemonade though".
"I will buy her more". She grabs one and sits on a stool.
"She's on a juice kick", Jameson sighs.
"Juice is life. Think about it... there's nothing better than a cold glass of juice. You know I'm right. So what have you two been up to today? Besides having wild sex"?
"Jeanette... You have no filter".
"I don't really. Jameson you know this".
"Well... Nothing much", I laugh. I blush and finish my soda.
"They probably kept at it until it was time to get dressed", she shrugs. "You have... a mark on your neck", she nods. "And watch. I bet she will have one too".
Alicia comes down the stairs dressed in a gray v neck t shirt and a pair of distressed jeans.
"I'm ready, I think", she says. She pulls her hair into a low ponytail and drapes it over her shoulder.
"Yep"! Jeanette laughs. "Sis your collarbone... You have a hickey.
And look at you. Can barely walk straight. How many times did y'all do it"?
"Jeanette"...
"Five"! I yell
"Five"??
"Our record is six"!
Jameson gives me a high five and Alicia groans.
"You look really handsome", she whispers in my ear as she reaches around me and grabs the bottle of ibuprofen.
"Thank you".
"The all black is a definite turn on".
"I purpously dressed like this".
"I know". She hitches her fingers through my belt loops, pulls me towards her, and she kisses my cheek.
"Barf"! Jeanette laughs.
I grab the bottle of ibuprofen and lock it up in a cabinet above the fridge.
"We better get going". Jameson says.
"I figured the girls would like to hang out in SoHo for a bit before the show starts".
"Alicia, please make sure you bundle up. I don't want you getting sick".
"And if you feel tired or anything let us know", Jameson adds.
I grab Alicia's arm and we head out.

Just as Jameson said, the girls are giddy to be down in SoHo. They're walking hand in hand a few feet in front of us and they step off into a small vintage boutique.
Jameson and I sit on a bench outside the store.
"I'm not going in there", he laughs. "I hate going shopping with Jeanette. She takes all damn day, but Jeanette is a breath of fresh air", he smiles. "Like... I don't exist without her".
"I know what you mean".
"The life I had before her... it was a pretty lonely and self destructive one".
"Those Johnson sisters", I laugh.
"Yeah man. What the fuck? Who would have thought wed end up married to sisters"?