It’s been a while since I’ve been tied up face-down on a certain someone’s rug.
blue
Sometime while I was out last night, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I assumed it was a text, but it vibrated again. It took my phone out. Blue was calling.
“What do you think this is about?” I showed my phone to our mutual friend.
He laughed, “probably a drunk dial. Take it. It could be funny.”
I answered my phone and Blue asked right away, “where are you right now?” I named off the place. “Great, great, I’ll be there in five minutes, don’t move.” He hung up. I gave my friend a knowing look and we started laughing.
“I think I’m being booty called,” I shook my head and put my phone away.
Blue came in a few minutes later and made a beeline to us. He was quick to get me over to the couch and start trying to talk me up. I was sober, amused. His breath was hot on my collarbone and his hands were gentle but intentioned, “I don’t know, I don’t get attracted to girls like I get attracted to you. It’s your confidence, your sexuality, the way you look, that damn freckle…”
It’s hard to pick out the sincerity from the alcohol and the ambition sometimes. It felt nice to hear him say those things and I wouldn’t be crushed if he were just saying them to get some, but come on. And then there was his hand, at my throat.
“What are you doing?”
Blue chuckled, “you told me you liked this.”
“Not in the front of the children,” I gestured to my friends and got up. A few minutes later, he was off talking up some guy.
I have no problem with the fact that I didn’t get any last night. And Blue later apologized for his incredibly drunken behavior.
But I wish things weren’t so blasé sometimes.
I skyped with Blue and Byron this evening. They suggested we should have another sleepover when we get back to campus. It sounds like a lot of fun, partially because it’s mostly just a lot of hanging around, cuddling, being silly and not a lot of perviness (though I wouldn’t say it’s completely devoid of it). I can’t wait.
The Winter Formal, Part 10
Highlights of the next morning:
- Waking up and lounging around in bed for three hours.
- Cuddling up with Blue and having deep pillow talk while Byron day-napped.
- A vaguely epic mostly awkward three person walk of shame to get a) a pair of shoes and a bra for me to wear and b) breakfast.
I’d say the formal was a success.
The Winter Formal, Part 9
Spooning with three people is incredibly difficult.
Blue likes to be in the middle. I like to be little spoon. But Byron also likes to be little spoon, which is kind of funny and precious for his build.
Somehow, we finally settled into something vaguely satisfactory and fell asleep.
The Winter Formal, Part 8
“My feet hurt,” I groaned when we stepped outside. I had been running around in some fairly high pumps for the evening and my decision was beginning to catch up with me. I removed my shoes and started walking, but the bottoms of my feet still felt it.
Byron took my shoes from me as Blue picked me up and started carrying me back. At the room, Byron gave me a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt to change into. This would’ve been fine, were he not about a foot and four inches taller than me and of the athletic persuasion. The result left me practically drowning in his clothing as we got ready for bed.
“I wish I would’ve known about this,” I said, “I would’ve packed clothing. And a toothbrush."
"Oh, I have an extra toothbrush, I think.”
The three of us proceeded to stand in the bathroom, toothbrushes in hand, cleaning our teeth in a neat little row at the mirror. It was kind of precious.
The Winter Formal, Part 7: Too Tired
StandardByron: Hey, don’t hate me, but I’m way too tired for this.
Me: Actually, I’m pretty exhausted.
Blue: Guyyyyssss.
Me: Do you all mind walking me home?
Byron: No problem.
Blue: Guyyyssss.
Byron and I: What?
Blue: Why don’t you just come sleep over?
Me: Like a slumber party?
Blue: Like a slumber party. With spooning.
The Winter Formal, Part 6
The lights were almost completely down on the dance floor, the music was fast, the room was a sea of hands and swaying bodies. Blue fetched us some beers and we started to dance.
When Byron got into talking to a friend, Blue pulled me into him and we started dancing. He lifted my chin up and started kissing me, his hands holding me in that sort of sexy, skillful way where they feel absent and present at the same time.
He turned me and brought me to Byron, who started to kiss me as well. I was between them. There was something terribly arousing about being between the two of them, both having a good foot and change on me height-wise, and practically feeling contained within them.
“I should get our coats,” Byron said as we concluded we would be leaving.
As he walked off, Blue turned me to face him and placed a hand on my cheek before leaning down to the spot on my neck where I had been licked by the creeper earlier in the night. His lips were soft, it was gentle and yet almost strong. It was completely erotic.
After a few moments, he pulled back and smiled down at me. My cheeks were burning.
The Winter Formal, Part 5
At this point, Blue’s boyfriend comes over. Yes, boyfriend. We’re going to call him Byron. Because of alliteration and also because he’s the sort of romantic hero-looking fellow that Byron would write about. Maybe. It’s been a long time since I read Byron.
“So, you look hot,” Byron announced when he saw me, “like, really though.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I’m not the best at taking compliments.
He took a seat and pulled me into his lap while Blue set to talking to someone else. I started fiddling with a candle on the table and was warned about getting wax on myself. To demonstrate my bravado, I blew out the candle and dumped a fair amount of wax on my wrist. The joys of being a masochist.
Blue put his wrist out and I waited for the wax to cool a bit more before pouring some onto him. “Christ, that hurts,” he muttered.
We were all, vaguely, flirting from there. There was talk about hitting the dance floor. I rose up from Byron’s lap and gestured the group on. Blue wrapped an arm around me as we walked. "That’s it,“ declared Blue with a grin, "we’re going to have a threesome.”
“Oh, shut it.”
“Nope,” Blue insisted playfully, “we’re having a threesome.”
I shook my head. “Okay, dear.”
The Winter Formal, Part 4
I found my friend – who I will refer to here as Blue (gorgeous blue eyes) – hanging out with some people I know. “Quick,” I said, “if somebody comes by here, can you start crying?"
He cocked a brow, "yeah?”
“I got licked by a creeper and told him I had to go comfort my friend.”
“Shit, Ivy,” he chuckled and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and shook my head, “well, in any case, you look nice." He did, too.
I’m not sure how we got there, but somewhere amidst the joking, Blue grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, holding them there with one of his. He had a pretty firm grasp and his free hand casually stayed on his beer. Blue knows I’m kinky and, even though he’s not particularly inclined to it, he’s terribly intrigued and amused by it.
"Oh, come on, let go,” I chuckled and went to pull my arms back.
He tightened his grip, “nah.”
I squirmed as best as I could, but I couldn’t wrench my arms away. Blue shrugged and sat back, taking a sip of his beer. “Just let me finish my beer and I’ll let you go.” He took his sweet time. I have to admit, I was enjoying that condescending quality to his voice.
After his beer was done, he released my arms and said a joking, “was it good for you?” I playfully smacked him and shook my head.
But, yeah, okay, it was pretty good.
Claudia Schiffer and Joseph Gordon-Levitt photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for GQ Italy.