The Winter Formal, Part 10
Highlights of the next morning:
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.
Byron: 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.
The Winter Formal, Part 3
I started talking to a guy I didn’t recognize who approached me. He seemed nice enough and was certainly good-looking enough. His family was from where I had been abroad the previous summer and so we were speaking in the language, making jokes, and getting to know each other. He was impressed that I knew a thing or two about motorcycles, but I was starting to see something vaguely sketchy about him showing me tons of pictures on his phone and his increasing efforts to pull me away from my friends.
We were all dancing and I felt my phone vibrate in my clutch in my hand, but I ignored it as I felt him move against me. He was all right, but I felt him push my hair aside and then…
It was just this long tongue lapping up and down my neck and collar bone. It’s wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t enticing. It was slobbery and strange. I looked around and my friends were gone. I reached down to open my phone to text them and ask where they were, to find a message from my friend saying, “just warning you, he doesn’t go here and he’s really creepy. I hooked up with him once.”
Ugh. I made an excuse, saying my friend was having a meltdown and ran upstairs to find someone.
The Winter Formal, Part 2
We were all having a blast before we knew it. Wine was poured out, laughter bounced around the room, and the impending threat of finals was – for the night – left back at our dorm rooms. It was a nice change to see everyone dressed up and amidst the formality of the event, there was definitely a pervading sense of ease.
“I would like to propose a toast…”
I raised my glass and started roasting my friends. It was in good spirit, maybe a bit acerbic, but never hurtful. We laughed, we clinked glasses, we cracked jokes. It was nice to just relax, to just enjoy each other. The evening was off to a great start.
Top Hat and Tush
Me: Thank you for making me buy that dress over Thanksgiving. I look like a sexy dinner napkin.
My friend: Insert perverted joke here about people wiping their mouths.