There isn’t a long span of time between my brithday and New Year’s Eve. I guess you could say that I was itching to find a little more of the intimacy I had previously found with Bill. I didn’t have to wait long.
There was a party in the neighborhood for New Year’s Eve. The usual crew was there, including Bill. The only problem was that Bill’s not-much-unlike-the-biggest-bitch-I’ve-ever-known was also at the party. Alcohol flowed. Considerably more than it should have for a party full of underage drinkers. For being as young as I was, I already knew my limits and had no intention of reaching them that evening. Partly because strange things happen to you if you’re the first to pass out and partly because I just needed to see what happened. Drinking games abounded. President (or Asshole), 3-man and the like.
I played a little, watched more. I fed Bill’s girlfriend liquor. Not that she needed encouragement. But I fed her more. I watched her stumble to the bathroom. I peeked in to make sure she was okay. Hammered, but okay. I knew she was close to being done for the night. I left her in the bathroom and went to find Bill.
“Hey, The Bitch is in the bathroom, you might want to check on her.”
And with an eye roll he was gone. He gathered her up and took her grain alcohol infused ass over to his house next door. I hung around the party a bit longer. Took a trip to the bathroom myself, but only for natural, not stomach reversal reasons. There I found something belonging to The Bitch. Not an opportunity to pass up.
I trotted the item through the yards and over to Bill’s house. He graciously thanked me for bringing the item over to him. After a mildly awkward pause, he asked me if I wanted to stick around a while. It was early and I wasn’t really interested in returning to the party, and I actually felt bad that his night was ruined because The Bitch couldn’t hold her liquor so I said I would stay.
We played a little Nintendo as we were prone to do. I sat on the loveseat, he on the sofa. We finished our game and he motioned for me to come sit with him. I obliged. And for a while, we just sat on the couch, enjoying each other’s warmth. Sitting turned to touching which turned to stroking which turned us both on. We ended up making love on his parents’ couch while his girlfriend was passed out in his bed. Did I feel bad? No. She’s not The Bitch for nothing.
It’s quite possible that I started to fall in love with Bill even though I knew deep down that I would never have him. There are some things that are meant to be and this just wasn’t one of them.
Before we knew it, midnight was nearly upon us. We resumed our vertical positions and went outside. As was common, people were out shooting their guns in celebration. Bill asked me if I wanted to take a shot. I said that I would. He showed me the shotgun and showed me how to hold it. He warned me that it would kick. A lot. I said it was okay. He decided to stand behind me to help me brace myself. I have to say that there was nothing like the feeling of being in his arms.
I took my shot and it damn near ripped my shoulder off. I was sore for a week. But it was well worth it to spend the time with him, to feel him, to pretend he was mine for just one night.
