That Boy

Yes, I have seen Da

Because he is not just whipping off his shirt cuz he's hot, he is taking his shirt off for me.

He's getting naked, for me.

And, well, when his shirt hit the floor, I'm pretty soon my judgement walked right out the door.

We kiss and stuff some more.

It all feels so good, and evidently, my body decides to take control. I hear a husky voice, which I'm shocked to realize is my own, suggest, “Why don't I change into something more comfortable?”

Where did that come from?

You always hear that on movies, and just once I'd like to see somebody come out in baggy old sweats and a T-shirt. But no, it is always beautiful lingerie.

Which I happen to have in my bag.

What? I was just trying to be, you know, prepared for every possibility.

Plus, if I am going to do this, I'm going to do it right. Not be half undressed in a twisted up prom gown.

So I go in the bathroom, brush out my hair, run my toothbrush across my teeth, and slide into the silky lingerie.

I hurry.

I swear!

I was only in there for like three minutes.

And I've been imaging what the scene will look like when I go back out to Da

You know, the sexy way all those soap guys pose, while waiting for their lover to get into something more comfortable.

I take a deep breath and open the bathroom door.

I can't believe I'm finally going to do this.

And with DANNY!

Gorgeous, Wonderful, Incredible, Hot, Sexy, Addictive Da

I saunter out, making my grand entrance, expecting to see Da

I gaze out and see Da

I want to scream and clap out loud because I'm pretty sure that means Da

Me!

In the bathroom, I worried a little because he hadn't said, you know, lets do this. I just sorta assumed he wanted to based on the things he was doing to me, and I was thinking how embarrassing it would be if I came out here all lingeried up, and he like turned me down.

So I feel happy!

God, even that boy's back is sexy!

I coo, “Da

I'm practically vibrating with excitement, as I wait for him to roll over, to see how amazing I look, to pull me into bed with him, and to finish what we started.

But he doesn't move.

Okay, so maybe he has a different version of this in his mind, and I'm willing to play along!

So I hop over his tuxedo and saunter sexily around the bed.

Here I come!

No way.

Oh, shit.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

I don't see eyes full of lust, passion, and love. Instead, I see that Da

Seriously?

But I'm not about to give up yet.

“Da

But he doesn't wake up. His mouth falls open, and he starts to snore loudly.

Great.

Just %@!$*** great!!!

I stomp back into the bathroom, take off the damn lingerie, and angrily shove it back into my bag.

That's it!

Victoria's Secret and I are through!

I'm definitely going to start wearing ratty, old lady underwear, because every time I wear the good stuff, I can't even pay to get it seen!

While contemplating my lack of sexual prowess and my slim hopes of ever having any, I put on my swimsuit, a pair of khaki cargos and a little black tank top.

The post-prom party is in Billy Prescott's suite. His room's got a hot tub. We're supposed to show up anytime after midnight.

And I figure if I can't manage to lose my virginity, then I damn well am going to get drunk.

While I did bring clothes to wear to the party, honestly, I was hoping that I would be too wrapped up in Da

Now, I have nothing better to do, and it's only 11:45.

I don't want to be the first one there!

And dateless, no less.

Shit.

I hope Jake's not there. That's all I need.

No. He's probably off somewhere doing it.

As I walk out of my room, I see Phillip walking down the hall alone.

I whistle and say, “Hey, you looking for a good time?”

“Actually, I am,” he replies very seriously.

I don't think his night has gone exactly as pla

“Where's your date?” I ask, as he walks toward me.

“Well, after she spent most of the night puking in the bathroom, I decided to call the game. I took her home.”

“And where's your hot date?”

“Threw up in the trashcan and passed out. Wa

“I have a better idea. Did you bring a swimsuit?”

“Got it on. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I didn't tell anyone, but my room has a hot tub too.”

I look at him in surprise.

He shrugs, “I didn't want anyone to know because they'd all want to party in it, and it was just supposed to be, you know, for Carrie and me.”

“Well aren't you the sneaky little bad boy!”

I mean he didn't even tell me!

I feel bad for him.

He really did have big plans for tonight.

“I guess I'm just go

Phillip and I sit in the hot tub and talk. It's wonderfully warm and relaxing in here. I lean back and put my head on his broad shoulder.

I must have gotten a little too relaxed because I think I may have dozed off.

Whoops.

“Hey Princess,” Phillip says, gently waking me, “lets get out of here and get some sleep.”

“Fine, but I'm sleeping in your room. Mine smells like puke.”

“All right, but it'll cost you.”

“How much?” I squint my eyes, ready to deal.

“Didn't I hear you telling Katie about some sexy lingerie?” He gives me a sexy grin.

“Phillip. I have so given up lingerie. It's like a bad boyfriend, all it ever does is let me down. You get me in sweats and one of your old T-shirts. You got a problem with that?” I point my finger into his chest.

“No ma'am,” he smiles and gives me a salute.

We lay in bed, and I put my head on Phillip's shoulder. What is it about Phillip's shoulder that makes me instantly relax and fall asleep?

I'm so lucky I have Phillip.

At about 4 am, Phillip and I are awakened by a KNOCK, KNOCK on our door.

It's Da

Phillip points to me, as I sit up in bed. I smile and wave at Da

My sleepy eyes are awake enough to see Da

Damn.

Why, oh why, did he have to pass out?

“You know, Phillip,” Da

He turns to me and winks. “What do you say, Jay? This could be your lucky night.”

I've known the boy long enough to know when he's messing with me.

“I'm game,” I say and quickly sit up in bed. “As a matter of fact, it sounds really hot. Why don't you two,” I wave my finger back and forth between them, “start by making out, while I watch.”