“Sorry, ma’am.”
“I’m going to leave you boys to finish getting ready. Just remember tonight is all about having fun, but not too much fun. We don’t need any babies coming as a result of the fun tonight.”
We both watch Mom leave the room, a little slack-jawed at her comment.
“Did she just say what I think she said?” Tucker asks, pointing to the doorway she just exited from.
“Yep, so at this point, I won’t be shocked if she hands us condoms before we leave for the night.”
“Dude.” He smacks my chest. “I can’t go there. I just can’t think of sex and your mom in the same thought. If she hands us condoms, all I’ll be able to think of when ripping it open is her saying not to make a baby tonight.”
“Same,” I agree.
Thankfully, we’re pulled from this awkward as fuck conversation by voices downstairs. We both grab our suit jackets and head downstairs, joining the rest of our friends who have shown up. I about swallow my tongue when I see Allison in her hot as hell dress. The slit up her left thigh has my dick twitching in my slacks. The way the top shows off the pillowy tops of her breasts has me wanting to lay my head on them and never leave. What I wouldn’t do to just tug that fabric down and suck on her nipples. I wonder if I could get her off just from nipple stimulation? I shake my head, needing to clear my thoughts from sex and a naked Allison before I’m pitching a tent in my pants and everyone knows where my thoughts are at right now.
“Hi,” she shyly greets, coming to stand right in front of me.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, reaching out and running a finger down her cheek, onto her neck, then across her collar bone. I stop myself from running it down over her breasts – one, because we have an audience, and two, because she isn’t mine. We aren’t dating, have never kissed, or even talked about anything like that. I just took a shot by asking her last week and was shocked when she agreed so quickly.
“Thanks,” she says, blushing as her eyes drop down my body. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
“I try.”
“Let's get all of you lined up for some pictures before the limo arrives,” Mom calls out.
We all follow her outside, lining up as she instructs, taking hundreds of pictures for everyone’s parents. Our yard is a hopping place for the next half hour, but we all have a good time joking as we do as told.
Once we’re all in the limo, I clear my throat, getting everyone’s attention on our way to dinner. “I’d like to make a toast, of sorts,” I say, holding up one of the small water bottles the limo company places in the back for guests. “To a night of fun, let's end this year on a high note. Stay safe, everyone.”
“Hell yes!” a few of the guys call out.
As the opening chords of Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars starts over the PA system, I tug Allison out onto the dance floor. I’ve been itching to get my hands on her body all night. We’ve held hands, and she was pressed to my side in the limo, but I want to keep her in my arms. Feel her body pressed against mine.
“Having fun?” I ask once we’ve found a spot to start swaying together. She’s wrapped her arms up and around my neck while mine are firmly on the small of her back. There’s only an ounce or so of space between our bodies, something I hope to close as the night goes on.
“Of course, and you?” she asks.
“The best,” I tell her honestly. “Only one thing that would make it better,” I find myself saying.
“What’s that?” she asks before biting her bottom lip slightly.
“If I was kissing you right now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing, now.” I lean down, tentatively swiping my lips across hers. She tugs me closer, and I take advantage. I bring my hands up to cup her cheeks, angling her head ever so slightly, which allows me to deepen the kiss. She opens to me instantly, and the sparks I feel are life-changing. Why did I wait so long to take this girl out? I’ve only crushed on her for the last two years.
“Wow,” Allison says when we break apart. She presses her fingers over her kiss-swollen lips, and I can’t help but be proud of the fact that I’m the reason they’re so swollen. “That was…” She trails off.
“The best first kiss ever,” I finish for her.
“Yes,” she agrees.
2
ALLISON
Present day
I plop down on my couch, a glass of wine in one hand and a warm, gooey brownie in the other.
“Ugh, today sucked,” Lindsay says, joining me on the couch with her own brownie and glass of wine.
“You can say that again. I don’t think I ever had a break. I’m shocked that I even had time to pee.”
“Same, girl. I think I’m going to sleep straight through these next three days off.”
“I wish. I’ve got shit to get done that I keep putting off,” I tell her. “I also kinda want to go out dancing tomorrow night. Blow off some steam; what do you say we go hit up ladies' night?”
“I could probably be talked into it,” Lindsay says.
“It’s a date, then.”
“Is this a-dance until you find a cute guy that will take you home and rock your world kind of night-, or just a go have fun and come home alone to your vibrator kind of night?” Lindsay asks.
“I haven’t decided. I wouldn’t turn away some good dick right about now. Maybe that is what I need in this lonely life of mine.”
“You and me both, sister.”
“The single life is for the birds. We need to do something about this sad state of our lives,” I say.
“Why do all the good ones have to be taken already? I don’t need just another fuck boy,” Lindsay adds.
“Amen to that. What’s the likelihood we both find that before kissing another hundred frogs?”
“Put that shit out in the universe, and we’ll manifest it.”
“Universe, if you’re listening, I want a man who isn’t into playing games, has a slightly larger than average dick, and knows how to use it, along with his tongue, if I’m allowed to be specific. One that wants a long-term commitment, a family down the road, hell, even the white picket fence, and a dog or two. One that has a full-time job and preferably doesn’t live in his parents' basement. Oh, and six foot-plus and fit. Thank you, universe,” I project my wishes.
“Nice,” Lindsay says.
“Now, it's your turn. Let's manifest this shit.”
“Universe, I’d like a family man, one who’s more interested in coming home every night than hitting the bar. Someone who knows how to treat a woman, yet is freaky in the bedroom. I’m not too picky on height, just as long as he’s my height or taller. Someone that can hold me tight in his arms, protect me when needed, be my strength when I need it, yet allow me to be his when he is the one in need.”
“Damn, girl, I hope for the both of us that this works. We both deserve it so much.” I pull my bestie into a side hug. We both stay leaning against one another as we finish off our glasses of wine.