They don't know when it happened. It just did.
Beverly loves all of her friends, to death or life, or whatever is out there waiting for them. But it's hard to feel sisterly towards the boys when she peeks curiously at Richie slow-grinding Bill's ass on his lap from the next cushion — Mike's fingers knotted in hers — Ben's lips on her nape and throat.
Stanley buries his hands underneath Eddie's mustard yellow sweater, one strap of his blue jean-overalls loosened and unclipped. He laughs quietly into Eddie's opened, pink mouth smeared with Beverly's glimmering, flavored lip gloss.
The movie in Richie's basement goes unnoticed.
IT 2017 isn't mine. POLYAMORY IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS and honestly I love all of them. Thanks for reading and any comments/thoughts appreciated!