Chapter Sixteen: Waiting for Tonight
~*Paige*~
I was ten seconds away from a total meltdown.
It was seven eighteen pm, and the gang had a reservation for seven thirty. The logistics of our plight was this: Craig couldn't find his fake ID to go to the club later. Ellie insisted on wearing a pair of fishnets that had a run in them. Hazel lost her wallet. Manny had just burned off a piece of her hair with the curling iron. Dylan and Marco wouldn't leave their room. And Spinner wasn't even dressed yet!
"Spinner, for the last time, go get dressed!" I yelled. "Hazel, where was the last place you left your wallet?"
"Paige...."
"Manny, I'll fix your hair in a second! Will somebody please get Marco and Dylan out of their room and tell them to get some clothes on? We have to be there in less than fifteen!" I yelled, stomping down the steps. I ran into the living room to find Jimmy and Bianca cuddling on the couch, ready to go.
"At least someone's ready...can you guys help?"
"With what?" Bianca asked.
"Fix Manny's hair, find something for Spinner to wear, convince Ellie she doesn't need fishnets to survive, find Hazel's wallet, find Craig's fake ID, and get Dylan and Marco off each other long enough to have dinner." I said.
Jimmy and Bianca looked at each other.
"Ummm....I'll take Hazel, Ellie, and Manny, and you can take Craig and Spinner?" Bianca suggested.
"Works for me." Jimmy said. They got up, and began heading towards the steps.
"What about Dylan and Marco?" I asked as they ran up the steps.
"I'm not touching that." Craig replied.
"He's your brother, you fix it." Bianca replied.
"I don't wanna see my brother naked!" I yelled in disgust.
"Neither do we!" they yelled back.
~*Jimmy*~
By some miracle, we made it to our reservation only ten minutes late, and the ten of us were seated at a long table in the back. The food was excellent, and everyone was getting along. Everyone had their fake IDs on them, and pretty soon we had gone through several bottles of wine. The meal ended, and we all began walking back to the beach house.
I hadn't been able to stop staring at Bianca the whole night. She looked simply stunning, in a black asymmetrical salsa dress with halter straps, black strappy stilettos, and her hair pulled back in an elegant French twist. She wore minimal makeup, just mascara and lipgloss, and just looking at her in that dress and feeling the effects of the wine made me think all sorts of things.
"Want to take a walk on the beach?" I suggested as we walked back to the house.
"Sure." She replied.
We walked down the beach and both took off our shoes, and began walking, the waves lapping at our feet. She started to get chilly, so I took off my jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Are you having fun so far?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Bianca replied.
"I just wanted to know how you were doing since..." I couldn't bring myself to say the last part. She took my hands, forcing me to look at her.
"Jimmy, I'm doing a lot better. Really. You've been so great about everything, not pushing me to talk about it, being there for me every night, being the greatest boyfriend...and friend...that I've ever had." She replied. "Jimmy..." she started to tear up.
"What? Bianca, what is it?"
"I couldn't..." she choked.
"Couldn't what?" I asked.
"I couldn't have made it through the past week without you." She replied, tears streaming.
I sighed. "Baby, come here." I held her in my arms and wouldn't let go, until she pulled away.
"I love you, Jimmy." She said, looking into my eyes. I smiled. "I love you too, Bianca."
She stared into my eyes, and as I stared back I saw what she wanted...the exact same thing I wanted.
"Jimmy...."
"Shhh...." I whispered, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her passionately. Her arms went around my neck, kissing me with just as much passion.
"We should take this back to the house." I murmured, picking her up and walking up to the house.
We walked in to find the house seemingly empty. Everyone was at the club except Marco and Dylan, who I knew were shacked up in their bedroom. I carried Bianca into our bedroom, shutting the door with my foot and gently depositing her on the bed. Hovering over her, I gently stroked her cheek, which still had a hint of bruise to it.
"You sure?" I asked, kissing her softly.
"I'm sure." She whispered. "Take me, Jimmy, I'm yours."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." I replied. I leaned down and kissed her softly, then sighed, unprepared to admit something I knew I had to admit. "Bianca, I've never done this, so..."
She kissed me gently. "I know. It's alright. It'll come naturally." She reassured me.
I nodded, getting more serious now. I settled my body weight on top of her and ran my fingers through her hair, reaching around to untie her halter top. I kissed her neck softly, and she sighed, arching it to give me better access to it.
I suddenly felt this...overwhelming need to be good. No, great. No, fantastic. I knew Craig had been her first, and I had to outdo him.
One hand tangled in her hair, and I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her passionately. The other hand was holding her leg up against me, wrapped around my back. I grinded up against her, and she moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
I pulled the top of her dress down, smoothing it down her legs until it pooled in the floor. I gasped as I took in the sight of her lying before me in only a black thong. Her skin was soft and the palest ivory, and her sweet little body laid out before me was like a buffet...only I didn't know where to start.
"You are definitely overdressed for this party." She told me, pulling my shirt over my head. She laid back down, and I laid on top of her again.
"You like?" I asked.
"I definitely don't see you shirtless enough." She replied, running her hands down my back. I kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip. She moaned, gripping my shoulders. Her skin was hot, and felt so good against my skin. I kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, and she was loving every minute of it. I reached her breasts, and looked up at her.
"Touch me, Jimmy, please." She said. I definitely obliged. A little more foreplay, and we were ready. But as I stood up to get my pants off, we encountered another dilemma. "Jimmy, do you have anything?"
I sighed. "Hold on." I left the room, shutting the door behind me, and headed to Dylan and Marco's room. I knocked on the door loudly.
"Busy!" Marco yelled. I heard him laugh and say softly, "Oohhh, right there." I grimaced. I really didn't need to be hearing that, but I DID need a condom.
"Marco, man, it's Jimmy, open up!" I yelled.
"Jimmy, come back in an hour or so, okay?" he yelled back. "Damn, Dylan..."
"Marco! Man, I need a condom! I know you have one."
"Dammit." I heard Marco mutter. A few moments later, the door opened a crack and Marco stuck his head out.
"Marco, you may wanna bust out a turtleneck." I noted, looking at the hickey at his neck. He smiled and shrugged.
"Alright, what did you need?" he asked.
"Condom." I replied.
"You mean you and Bianca...."
"Yeah. She's waiting for me right now, so come on, do you have one?"
"You dog! Hold on a sec." the door slammed shut. "Dylan, hold on...Dylan, stop!" Marco laughed. The door opened a second later, and Marco stuffed a handful of condoms in my hand. "If you need anything else, write me a note, I'll get back to you later. Have fun." The door shut again, and I heard him say, "Now, where were we?" I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh, and went back to my girl.
~*Marco*~
I headed back to the bed, eyeing Dylan. He had kicked the covers off him and was lying there totally naked. My mouth, of course, was watering.
"So what did Jimmy want?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Condoms." I replied, getting back into bed.
"So he and Bianca are finally going for it?"
"Yup."
"Good for him." He replied. He rolled over on his side, staring at me. "But I don't wanna talk about Jimmy's sex life."
"You wanna talk about our sex life?" I replied, running a hand up his side.
"Why talk about it when we can act it out?" he replied, pouncing on me.
~*Bianca*~
I sighed happily as I laid in bed next to Jimmy, who currently had his arms wrapped around me.
"Wow." He said simply. "So that's sex."
"Pretty mindblowing, huh?" I asked.
He nodded. "Oh yeah." He kissed my shoulder softly. "I love you."
"I love you too." I replied. I turned around to face him. "You know, it is only 1 am."
"So?" he replied.
"So the night is still young." I replied with a sly smile.
"You mean you wanna..." he trailed off, and looked at me. I kissed him passionately.
"C'mere." I said, and he did just that.
~*Craig*~
It was about 3 am when we all piled back into the beach house. We had had an excellent time at the club...
"Man, I have never drank so much vodka in my life!" Spinner yelled.
Some of us more than others. "Spinner! Shhh!" Paige hissed. "Dylan and Marco are probably asleep.
Ellie snorted. "Yeah right. You can probably still hear the bed squeaking."
As we all climbed the stairs, we listened carefully for the sounds of beds squeaking, but we heard it from a different room.
"Who is that?" Manny asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay, wait a minute...Ashley and Bryce, Manny and Craig, Ellie, Hazel, Spinner, me..." Paige said our names aloud as she looked at us.
"Mmmm, Jimmy..." we heard from the inside. I almost fell over.
"Oh my god, that's Bianca!" Manny whispered excitedly, giggling.
"Finally!" Hazel exclaimed.
"Shhh!" Everyone hissed at her.
"Oh, wow. I'd wondered where they disappeared to tonight." Paige giggled. "Alright, with that, bedtime."
As everyone scattered back to their rooms, I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach. Jimmy and Bianca...together? I knew they were dating, but the fact that they were sleeping together really, really bothered me.
~*Paige*~
I was ten seconds away from a total meltdown.
It was seven eighteen pm, and the gang had a reservation for seven thirty. The logistics of our plight was this: Craig couldn't find his fake ID to go to the club later. Ellie insisted on wearing a pair of fishnets that had a run in them. Hazel lost her wallet. Manny had just burned off a piece of her hair with the curling iron. Dylan and Marco wouldn't leave their room. And Spinner wasn't even dressed yet!
"Spinner, for the last time, go get dressed!" I yelled. "Hazel, where was the last place you left your wallet?"
"Paige...."
"Manny, I'll fix your hair in a second! Will somebody please get Marco and Dylan out of their room and tell them to get some clothes on? We have to be there in less than fifteen!" I yelled, stomping down the steps. I ran into the living room to find Jimmy and Bianca cuddling on the couch, ready to go.
"At least someone's ready...can you guys help?"
"With what?" Bianca asked.
"Fix Manny's hair, find something for Spinner to wear, convince Ellie she doesn't need fishnets to survive, find Hazel's wallet, find Craig's fake ID, and get Dylan and Marco off each other long enough to have dinner." I said.
Jimmy and Bianca looked at each other.
"Ummm....I'll take Hazel, Ellie, and Manny, and you can take Craig and Spinner?" Bianca suggested.
"Works for me." Jimmy said. They got up, and began heading towards the steps.
"What about Dylan and Marco?" I asked as they ran up the steps.
"I'm not touching that." Craig replied.
"He's your brother, you fix it." Bianca replied.
"I don't wanna see my brother naked!" I yelled in disgust.
"Neither do we!" they yelled back.
~*Jimmy*~
By some miracle, we made it to our reservation only ten minutes late, and the ten of us were seated at a long table in the back. The food was excellent, and everyone was getting along. Everyone had their fake IDs on them, and pretty soon we had gone through several bottles of wine. The meal ended, and we all began walking back to the beach house.
I hadn't been able to stop staring at Bianca the whole night. She looked simply stunning, in a black asymmetrical salsa dress with halter straps, black strappy stilettos, and her hair pulled back in an elegant French twist. She wore minimal makeup, just mascara and lipgloss, and just looking at her in that dress and feeling the effects of the wine made me think all sorts of things.
"Want to take a walk on the beach?" I suggested as we walked back to the house.
"Sure." She replied.
We walked down the beach and both took off our shoes, and began walking, the waves lapping at our feet. She started to get chilly, so I took off my jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Are you having fun so far?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Bianca replied.
"I just wanted to know how you were doing since..." I couldn't bring myself to say the last part. She took my hands, forcing me to look at her.
"Jimmy, I'm doing a lot better. Really. You've been so great about everything, not pushing me to talk about it, being there for me every night, being the greatest boyfriend...and friend...that I've ever had." She replied. "Jimmy..." she started to tear up.
"What? Bianca, what is it?"
"I couldn't..." she choked.
"Couldn't what?" I asked.
"I couldn't have made it through the past week without you." She replied, tears streaming.
I sighed. "Baby, come here." I held her in my arms and wouldn't let go, until she pulled away.
"I love you, Jimmy." She said, looking into my eyes. I smiled. "I love you too, Bianca."
She stared into my eyes, and as I stared back I saw what she wanted...the exact same thing I wanted.
"Jimmy...."
"Shhh...." I whispered, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her passionately. Her arms went around my neck, kissing me with just as much passion.
"We should take this back to the house." I murmured, picking her up and walking up to the house.
We walked in to find the house seemingly empty. Everyone was at the club except Marco and Dylan, who I knew were shacked up in their bedroom. I carried Bianca into our bedroom, shutting the door with my foot and gently depositing her on the bed. Hovering over her, I gently stroked her cheek, which still had a hint of bruise to it.
"You sure?" I asked, kissing her softly.
"I'm sure." She whispered. "Take me, Jimmy, I'm yours."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." I replied. I leaned down and kissed her softly, then sighed, unprepared to admit something I knew I had to admit. "Bianca, I've never done this, so..."
She kissed me gently. "I know. It's alright. It'll come naturally." She reassured me.
I nodded, getting more serious now. I settled my body weight on top of her and ran my fingers through her hair, reaching around to untie her halter top. I kissed her neck softly, and she sighed, arching it to give me better access to it.
I suddenly felt this...overwhelming need to be good. No, great. No, fantastic. I knew Craig had been her first, and I had to outdo him.
One hand tangled in her hair, and I pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her passionately. The other hand was holding her leg up against me, wrapped around my back. I grinded up against her, and she moaned in anticipation of what was to come.
I pulled the top of her dress down, smoothing it down her legs until it pooled in the floor. I gasped as I took in the sight of her lying before me in only a black thong. Her skin was soft and the palest ivory, and her sweet little body laid out before me was like a buffet...only I didn't know where to start.
"You are definitely overdressed for this party." She told me, pulling my shirt over my head. She laid back down, and I laid on top of her again.
"You like?" I asked.
"I definitely don't see you shirtless enough." She replied, running her hands down my back. I kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip. She moaned, gripping my shoulders. Her skin was hot, and felt so good against my skin. I kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, and she was loving every minute of it. I reached her breasts, and looked up at her.
"Touch me, Jimmy, please." She said. I definitely obliged. A little more foreplay, and we were ready. But as I stood up to get my pants off, we encountered another dilemma. "Jimmy, do you have anything?"
I sighed. "Hold on." I left the room, shutting the door behind me, and headed to Dylan and Marco's room. I knocked on the door loudly.
"Busy!" Marco yelled. I heard him laugh and say softly, "Oohhh, right there." I grimaced. I really didn't need to be hearing that, but I DID need a condom.
"Marco, man, it's Jimmy, open up!" I yelled.
"Jimmy, come back in an hour or so, okay?" he yelled back. "Damn, Dylan..."
"Marco! Man, I need a condom! I know you have one."
"Dammit." I heard Marco mutter. A few moments later, the door opened a crack and Marco stuck his head out.
"Marco, you may wanna bust out a turtleneck." I noted, looking at the hickey at his neck. He smiled and shrugged.
"Alright, what did you need?" he asked.
"Condom." I replied.
"You mean you and Bianca...."
"Yeah. She's waiting for me right now, so come on, do you have one?"
"You dog! Hold on a sec." the door slammed shut. "Dylan, hold on...Dylan, stop!" Marco laughed. The door opened a second later, and Marco stuffed a handful of condoms in my hand. "If you need anything else, write me a note, I'll get back to you later. Have fun." The door shut again, and I heard him say, "Now, where were we?" I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh, and went back to my girl.
~*Marco*~
I headed back to the bed, eyeing Dylan. He had kicked the covers off him and was lying there totally naked. My mouth, of course, was watering.
"So what did Jimmy want?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Condoms." I replied, getting back into bed.
"So he and Bianca are finally going for it?"
"Yup."
"Good for him." He replied. He rolled over on his side, staring at me. "But I don't wanna talk about Jimmy's sex life."
"You wanna talk about our sex life?" I replied, running a hand up his side.
"Why talk about it when we can act it out?" he replied, pouncing on me.
~*Bianca*~
I sighed happily as I laid in bed next to Jimmy, who currently had his arms wrapped around me.
"Wow." He said simply. "So that's sex."
"Pretty mindblowing, huh?" I asked.
He nodded. "Oh yeah." He kissed my shoulder softly. "I love you."
"I love you too." I replied. I turned around to face him. "You know, it is only 1 am."
"So?" he replied.
"So the night is still young." I replied with a sly smile.
"You mean you wanna..." he trailed off, and looked at me. I kissed him passionately.
"C'mere." I said, and he did just that.
~*Craig*~
It was about 3 am when we all piled back into the beach house. We had had an excellent time at the club...
"Man, I have never drank so much vodka in my life!" Spinner yelled.
Some of us more than others. "Spinner! Shhh!" Paige hissed. "Dylan and Marco are probably asleep.
Ellie snorted. "Yeah right. You can probably still hear the bed squeaking."
As we all climbed the stairs, we listened carefully for the sounds of beds squeaking, but we heard it from a different room.
"Who is that?" Manny asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay, wait a minute...Ashley and Bryce, Manny and Craig, Ellie, Hazel, Spinner, me..." Paige said our names aloud as she looked at us.
"Mmmm, Jimmy..." we heard from the inside. I almost fell over.
"Oh my god, that's Bianca!" Manny whispered excitedly, giggling.
"Finally!" Hazel exclaimed.
"Shhh!" Everyone hissed at her.
"Oh, wow. I'd wondered where they disappeared to tonight." Paige giggled. "Alright, with that, bedtime."
As everyone scattered back to their rooms, I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach. Jimmy and Bianca...together? I knew they were dating, but the fact that they were sleeping together really, really bothered me.
