Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

[The following chapter has been edited, due to explicit content. If you so desire to read the un-edited version, email me, and I will send it to you directly.]

PARTY TIME!! Oh thank God!! This is exactly what I need! Some drinking, some music, some dancing, some naked time… Oh yeah, by the way, you should probably know that I like to take my clothes off…A LOT. Starting I think when I was a freshman, I’ve been stripping at parties. It kind of started as a joke, but now it’s like tradition. [EDIT]

So anyway, (I keep doing that) about this party. My roommate had his computer connected to the stereo in the living room, so he could make a playlist that would run all night and we wouldn’t have to worry about CDs ending or whatever. He always did a good job of having a mix of dance, hip-hop, hardcore and old cartoon theme songs (he had downloaded the G.I. Joe, Thundercats, Carebares and Transformers themes that he would occasionally sneak in for nostalgia and shock value). The living room was designated for dancing, complete with blacklights and a lava lamp. The kitchen was usually most of the people who just got there and didn’t have the nerve quite yet to move to one of the other rooms and actually start to participate in the party…or people getting booze. We had a back room that was at the other end of the house and that was where most of the regular talking took place. It was far enough from the living room so that you didn’t have to shout in order to talk over the music. This room was also the only room with the lights on, while the rest of the house had appropriate mood lighting. There’s also a deck out back so people can get some air and cool off without being out front where cops would see. There were always good mixes of people too. I would invite my music major friends and friends from back home, my roommate was also friends with most of my music friends but he would also invite his friends from ambulance, and his girlfriend would bring her friends too. My Dad even came to a few. Oh yeah he was a hit. One time he even asked me if my sister was coming with any weed, and another time asked if anyone would have mescaline at the party! He wasn't at this one however.

So there’s drinking, music, dancing, laughing, lots of girls and some guys too. At one point, I’m in the kitchen drinking a beer and my roommate comes over to me, pretty drunk and a little concerned.

“Dude, there’s a bunch of people hanging out in your room,” he says.
“That’s cool. I know them all, they won’t fuck anything up or steal shit.”
“Yeah, but they’re not out socializing with everyone else.”
“There are plenty of people out dancing already, it was probably too crowded. Plus I’m sure they’ll come out eventually. Don’t worry. Here’s to a job well done.” I raise my beer bottle for a “cheers”.
After we clink bottles, his girlfriend comes over and puts her arm around him and gives him a kiss.
“I was wondering where you guys were. I should have known you’d be admiring your handy-work.”
We smile and nod our agreement to each other.
“So Tim, there are a lot of cute girls here,” she says. “Which one, or ones, do you have your eye on?”
“I’m ah… taking a little break.”

[EDIT]

“I think I’m gonna lay off the girls for a while.”
“Hey don’t wait too long,” my roommate said, “you don’t want to miss out on something.”
“Based on the last couple of times, I don’t think I’m “missing” much.”
“A couple of the girls back there looked interested. You should go talk to them.”
“Nah, they’re kind of boring and weird.”
“So what, you only have to put up with it for a little bit. You can probably get at least one of them to have sex with you.”
“I don’t want to have sex with either one of them.”
“Is this about you being a virgin? I told you, It’s different for guys. A guy’s first time doesn’t have to be special, It’s just something you have to get over with.”
“Thanks for the words of wisdom, but I don’t want to just get it over with…”
“I think it’s really sweet that you want to wait,” his girlfriend broke in.
“Why thank you, and thank you for your support.”
“Whatever, maybe the two of you can go buy tampons together now.”
Just then the phone rang and my roommate picked it up.
“Hello?” A big smile stretches across his face. “Yes, he’s right here. One moment please…” he covers the phone with his hand as he passes it to me, and in his best impersonation of an eighth grader says, “It’s a giiiirl!”
Trying to run through my head the list of who it could be, I take the phone and pause for a second before saying, “Hello?”
“Hello, Timothy.”
I pause, trying to figure out who it is but eventually I give up. “Who’s this?”
“Are you having fun at your party?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“It sounds like you’ve about had your fill of meaningless debauchery.”
“Um, sure.”
“You are almost ready for me then. However a few more things remain before I can come to you.”
“Right, of course.”
“You must remember to be strong in the coming weeks, and trust that what happens is for the best.”
“Oh, yes. It always is.”
“I will see you soon.”
“I look forward to it.”
As I hung up the phone, my roommate says, “Ah, so that’s why you’re flying solo tonight! You got some flayva on the side! How come you never tell me about these girls?”
“So what’s her name?” his girlfriend asks.
“I have no fucking clue.” They both stare at me, shocked and confused.
“Dude, you should fuck her!” my roommate says.
“I have no idea who that was! She knew my name and was saying all this stuff about me being ready and strong and seeing me soon.”
“Sounds like she’s going to deflower you.” his girlfriend said.
“You should DEFINITELY fuck her!”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

Just then my best friend comes over to get another drink out if the refrigerator. He comes over to us as he’s opening his beer.

“Lotsa lesbians out here tonight!” he says.
“Where’s the lesbians?” my roommate asks.
“Did you see the lesbians on the porch!?” he asks as he points over his shoulder with his thumb, his pinky half sticking up, making him look a little like a surfer.
“Dude, get those people, in the room, to get out!”
“Dude, I’s I fuckin’ saw ‘em in there, and I’m didn’t fuckin’ want a piece of that shit.”
“You gotta do somethin’ man,” my roommate says, and my best friend leaves to go dance.

“We should go do a sound check,” my roommate says.
“I’m going to go dance,” his girlfriend says.
“Ok, we’ll see you in there in a minute.”

We go out side, shut the door and stand out in the street for a couple of minutes listening. The reason why we have to do this is that, at one party I was very drunk, and Blind by Korn came on the stereo. My roommate made the mistake of leaving his karaoke mic plugged in. I run into the living room (which was empty by the way, I wasn’t performing for anyone else’s sake, this was for me), grab the mic, stand on the couch and start to sing along, scratch that, SCREAM along. “What if I should DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!” My roommate comes running in telling me that I’m going to blow out his speakers, which of course, I become very proud of. About ten minutes later some of my friends get back from Cumberland Farms which is around the block and tell me that they could hear our music, all the way from there. And over that… me screaming. Again I am very proud of myself. Needless to say, within a half hour the cops showed up. They were actually very cool (one of them had pulled me over before for going 65 in a 30 when me and my roommate were going to Stop and Shop at three in the morning and let me off) and they gave us our warning about the noise and said that if they have to come back we’ll get arrested. So now at every party we do these sound checks. It’s basically a formality though, because as long as I’m not doing karaoke, we’re fine.

Once we decide we are comfortable with the volume level, we head around back to make sure the porch dwellers are enjoying themselves. Then we head back in, to check on the back-room group. After that appearance, we head back to the living room for dancing. By now Closer by Nine Inch Nails is playing and some of the guys and girls have their shirts off. We shrug and take our shirts off, and join the sea of skin in our living room. When my best friend sees me, he gives me his assessment of the current situation.

“There’s so much naked goin’ on in this house!”

No time like NAKED TIME!