"...I'm tellin' you, you got me open, I don't know what to do, it's true I'm goin' crazy over you...SOS please someone help me..."
I was doing my best impression of Rihanna, while waiting for my macaroni to cook, dancing all around, being goofy when all of the sudden I turn around and see Nick’s goofy ass standing there, cracking the hell up. "Ya know... I really hate it when you do that..." I said, setting down the spoon, and turning my stereo off.
"I think you just hate that someone other then Betty Crocker knows how good you move those hips.'Sides, you know I love it when you serenade me, Ash." Nick smiled, leaning back against the counter, pulling on my belt loop, to bring me closer to him.
"That's not a leash!" I squeaked, smacking his hand away.
"Why do you always wear these layers? You need to start showing this off a little bit more." he said, pulling my shirt above my belly button.
"Because I don't care to show off everything I have, thank you very much! I thought Diddy already told you... it's called 'preserving the sexy.' So leave me alone!" I defended, pulling my shirt back down.
"No... what you're doing is preserving the virginity. There's a difference, love." Nick smirked.
"I AM NOT A VIRGIN!"
"Ssshh. You don't need to explain. I know you're just waiting for me, but don't worry baby, I'm ready." he laughed, trying to whisper in my and envelope me at the same time, while my arms remained crossed, not giving in to the hug until Nick started to dip me.
"Oh god... here it comes..." I sighed, knowing what was coming.
"SECRET LOOOOVERRRRS, THAT'S WHAT WE ARE....SECRET LOVERS...." Nick sang while keeping me dipped down.
"Please don't ever ask me why you're alone and can’t keep a girlfriend." I giggled, trying to get out of Nicks grasp.
I walked back over to the stove, stirring the macaroni I'd been making for us both. I looked back at Nick for a minute, who was taking his shoes off, and putting them by the door. Ah, Nick. We'd been friends for what seemed like forever, but it hadn’t really been that long. In the beginning, when I ignored him, he was hell bent on being my friend. And he'd proved to be one of the best friends I'd ever had. Aside from Chellie, of course. Chellie was the first of the little trio we'd formed. I couldn't imagine my life without either one of them now. We'd molded our lives around each other; even bought houses in the same area. I’d meet Chellie in college and she’d introduced me to Nick, and somehow, we all fit together perfectly.
"So when we get married, it's gonna be on a teeter totter, hope that works for you." Nick said, casually.
"A teeter totter?"
"Okay fine! We'll do it on a merry-go-round!"
"Sometimes you kinda make me wonder..." I shook my head, pouring the macaroni into two bowls.
"Hey, so I want to have a Halloween party this year. You gotta help me." he said, sitting, waiting for me to bring him the bowl of macaroni.
I set the bowl down in front of him, and handed him a spoon, "how exactly do you want me to help you?"
"I dunno." he shrugged, "you and Chellie are good at that creative decorate-y shit."
"Yes but you're the one who wants to have the party." I smiled.
“I know that much. See that’s how it works. I have the ideas… you pull it off.”
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I filled Chellie in about Nicks request for us to plan his extravaganza on our spa day, and of course she wasn't surprised at all. We always got roped in to planning stuff for him. It may as well be our own party! So we started going over some minor details, and planned to suggest things we knew Nick would hate, just to scare him a little. I even volunteered my house as venue for the celebration. Somehow, I bet, I am so going to regret this.
We'd agreed to meet for pizza and start filling Nick in on the plans for the party. I had to teach a level III ballet class right before that, and I was running late, so my dumb ass decided to skip getting changed and threw on some sweat pants before running out of the studio. And because I'm so fashionable, I pulled my sweatpants up to my knees, with my tights still on. I walked in to the pizza place, looking for Nick and Chellie, spotting them in a both near the corner.
"Nice outfit, Ash." Chellie giggled.
"You know what? You're just jealous that you can't pull this off." I brushed them both off, knowing there would be many jokes over the course of the next few hours about my leotard and sweatpants. "So what have I missed?"
"Everything." Nick teased.
"One of these days I'm not gonna be around, and you're not going to know what to do without me." I said, staring at him.
"I told him about turning the terrace into a dance floor, and making the outside of the house look rundown, and all that." Chellie said.
"You're really lucky that you have us, Nick. You'd be screwed if you didn't." I smiled.
“That’s about the only way I’m going to get screwed with you, isn’t it?” he asked.
We spent the rest of the night going over more plans for the party and goofing around in the restaurant. Nick scarfed his pizza while Chellie took a video on her phone, and we spent a half an hour laughing as we watched it, over and over. It was one of those times when you just sit back and look around, while you realize how lucky you are to have the people surrounding you in your life.
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"So have you picked out your costume yet?" I asked Chellie as I sat back on the couch in my Ninja Turtle underwear and wifebeater.
"Where's your cereal?" she asked, noting that normally on Saturday mornings I'd sit and watch cartoons in my underwear while eating honey bunches of oats.
"In the kitchen, I like to let it sit for a minute, before I enjoy the honey goodness."
"You're so fucking weird... but anyway, no I haven't. I looked online for some ideas, but I think I'm gonna go to the mall this week and see what I can find."
"I wonder what Nick's going to be." I said, walking in to the kitchen to grab my cereal.
"I hope it's something that involves tight pants… or maybe no pants." Chellie grinned.
"I don't. That's lethal!" I giggled, "Besides, I just hope he doesn't do a vampire again... cause last year he wanted to suck something, but it wasn't my blood!"
Chellie fell over laughing at my statement, because she knew how he was last year when Nick went all out with the vampire theme he had going. Nick had always joked about he and I fooling around, and I knew he wasn't serious about it. But damn, I bet he'd be good.
"Do you have any ideas for your costume yet?" Chellie asked.
"Nah, I might just go as a fairy again." I replied, not really having any idea what else I'd do.
"Nope. Can’t repeat costumes. Come with me when I go shopping, anyway. You’ll find something. And if you don’t… I get to dress you."
"Under one condition: NO NICK!"
Chellie giggled and nodded in agreement, knowing he'd be picking out everything for us that came in a Playboy package.
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CHELLIE
I clamped my hand over Nick’s mouth, “SHUT UP! You do not speak when Coach Jon is on the screen!”
He bit at my hand and I finally pulled it away when a commercial started. “I hate watching football with you.”
“No, you hate watching timeouts with me. I’m fine during the game… it’s just when they show Coach Jon I get all wound up.” I said, re-settling myself on the couch from when I’d jumped up to squeal at the screen.
“And that is so freakin’ weird,” he replied.
“Dude, do we need to discuss your ‘Desperate Housewives’ habit?” I asked.
“Eva’s hot!” he protested.
“Exactly.” I said, whacking him on the arm. “Now shut up, the game is back on.”
Two hours later, after Nick and I had finished our celebratory happy dancing over the Buccaneers win, we flopped back down on the couch in a heap.
“So… this party that we somehow got involved in…” I started.
“Yeah, how’s that going?” he asked, poking me in the ribs to make me move. “Is Ash serious about trying to have it at her house? Does she even remember the last one we had?”
I snorted, “No, she probably doesn’t… she spent the whole time in a bedroom with that guy she swore looked like Brian… and he totally didn’t.”
Nick looked like he was trying to remember that and couldn’t come up with anything and shrugged. “I got nothing.”
“Of course you don’t… you disappeared with Blowjob Barbie and we didn’t see you for two days.” I reminded him.
“OH yeah! I remember her!” he said, smirking a little at the memory.
“As do I, since you WOULDN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT for like, three weeks afterward.”
“Hey… guys remember the good stuff.”
“Mmm hmmm… anyway… I was going to suggest we find somewhere else to have this shindig, too… because we’re too damn old for house parties.” I told him.
“Too old for house parties? What?” he practically yelped.
“There is nothing fun about trashing someone’s house and trying to hook up with someone in their parent’s bedroom anymore. That stopped being entertaining we were 19… or well, 23 for the frat crowd.” I said, sighing. I still maintain Nick would have made an ideal frat boy, had he been allowed the opportunity.
“Whatever. But your house is too small, Ash’s house is too small… no one is coming over to my place… we need a different venue.” he decided.
“Venue? How many people exactly are you expecting?” I asked, a little afraid now that we had switched to Official Entertainment Business Terms.
“Everybody you know, everybody Ash knows, and everybody I know. That should make for a decent party. Because this is Halloween we’re talking about… it’s the best holiday and THAT means you party. A lot.”
I just looked at him. It’s his party…
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When I met Ashleigh in college, I was a senior, she was a freshman… but we just clicked. We had a very sister-ish kind of relationship… we had a lot of fun, we had a few fights, and I probably gave her way more advice than she ever wanted.
I introduced Nick to Ashleigh and he had instantly become intrigued with her – she was blonde, she was adorable, and because she was a dancer, she was very, very flexible. Honestly, I could see the appeal… had I been a guy, I’d have wanted her, too.
“Hey, what about this one?”
I turned around to see Ash stepping out of the dressing room. “Oh look, it’s Skanky McSlutterson.”
She frowned at me, “Is it that bad?”
“What are you even supposed to be? All I see when I look at you is boobs.”
“I’m supposed to be Little Red Riding Hood!”
“No wonder the Big Bad Wolf wanted to eat her.” I said, pushing her back in the direction of the dressing room.
I perused the racks while Ash tried on a few more things, and then ended up jumping as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the new message, a text from Nick.
“im bored where r u?”
I rolled my eyes, the extra few seconds for correct spelling and grammar were just too much for him. “Shopping for costumes w/ Ash.”
I waited for the reply, as I knew this was going to become a full-on conversation, having piqued his interest, no doubt.
“hows it going? hot right?”
“She looks like a slut if that’s what “hot” means.” I hit send and dropped into the ratty, ripped up chair by the entrance to the dressing room.
“i vote 4 that 1!”
“I’m sure you do. Have you found yours yet?” I looked up as Ash yelled at me again, peeking out from behind the door of her room. “If you can’t even come all the way out of the room, that’s probably a bad sign.”
She whined at me, “What are you doing out there?”
“Talking to Nick.” I glanced down at my new message. “no u can find it 4 me”
I sighed, “He wants us to find his costume.”
“I gotta find mine first!” she said, then pulled the door shut.
“Just go with the all-boob one… so Nick at least has something to look at while you continue to deny him.” I considered the possibilities of what I’d like Nick to dress up as and then replied, “Go naked. Save us the trouble of getting your clothes off.”
His reply was quick, “us? both of u?”
“At least one of us… You know you can always have me.” It might have sounded a little desperate – or maybe a lot… but it had been a while.. it was about time he came back around. I was fine with the fuck-buddy set up we had… but sometimes a girl just needed a little more attention. I refused to be the needy one and go begging, even though I wanted to sometimes.
“tonite?”
Thank God. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine. C U @ 7.”
I giggled a little and put my phone back in my pocket, considerably perkier than I had been. The prospect of getting some tonight had given me a second wind for shopping. I went over to Ash’s dressing room and told her to open the door. “C’mon, hooch… we’re gonna find you something to wear.”
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I stood at Nick’s door at 6:58 pm, waiting for him to answer. I’d been so wound up all day… it was kind of crazy how much I’d been looking forward to this. I made it easy on him, wearing only a tank top and a skirt with a tiny thong underneath.
He opened the door, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts that were hanging low on his hips. “C’mon in…”
I licked my lips when he turned around to walk back into the room… he looked so good I just wanted to bite him everywhere. And as soon as he turned around to kiss me, I did. I bit his lower lip and moved down to nibble on that spot on his neck that always made him crazy, as he started pulling my shirt up. I stopped what I was doing just long enough for him to get my shirt over my head and then I was back to biting along his collarbone, loving the low growl he made as he reached around to undo my bra.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom or the couch… he had me pushed up against the wall, hand between my legs, teasing me through the silky material of the thong. He bunched my skirt up around my waist and literally ripped the thong off of me. I loved it when he was impatient… like he just couldn’t wait to have me. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, waiting until I wrapped my legs around his hips, and then thrusting into me.
I bit down on his shoulder as he moved against me… hard and fast… rough and a little reckless. I loved the sounds he made… the growls, the grunts… the way he’d hiss my name when he was deep inside me. I slipped my hand between us, teasing my clit as I rocked with him. I felt him tense, just before he was moaning, that low, sexy sound… I wanted to be right there with him… if I wasn’t… just seeing and hearing him always set me off.
I wound my arms around his neck, as he kissed me hard, back away from the wall and carrying me to the couch. He lay down and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his waist and leaned over to kiss him, feeling somewhat satiated, but already hoping for a second round.