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.
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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.