That Wedding Page 5

  It must be bugging him because he just texted me.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Yeah ;)

  Phillipbaby
  Me: More like "your dreams"!!!

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Well, then maybe I shouldn't do it.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: My plan ;)

  Phillipbaby
  Me: That's sort of the point. It is naughty dream week after all.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Yep. Get ready to "live" your dreams. And be home by 7. We're going out for pizza and beer first.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Johnny's.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: I know :)

  Phillipbaby
  Me: I don't know, did you?

  Phillipbaby
  Me: You'll love me more after tonight.

  I look a bit ridiculous at Johnny's. I'm wearing the bombshell bra under a tight little baseball shirt.

  And I do magically have amazing cleavage.

  I know, and Philip knows, that the extra cleavage is kinda fake, but he doesn't seem to mind.

  He keeps staring at it.

  Probably wishing it were real.

  Anyway, I nixed Danny's idea of shorts because I thought, well, I thought they might prove to make things more difficult, if you catch my drift. So instead, I wore the teeniest denim mini skirt known to man.

  It barely covers my ass, and we'll hope I don't have to bend over to pick anything up, or the world will see my blue and white striped thong. (Yes, it's even striped like a pair of baseball pants! I'm totally into this!)

  I completed the look with tall white athletic socks and these wedged heels that sorta look like tennis shoes. I even did the braids and the baseball hat as Danny suggested. He seemed to get into that part, so I hoped Phillip would have the same response.

  I will admit, the overall look is pretty damn sexy.

  Or at least Phillip thought so when I came out in it.

  He whistled at me, and then he asked me very seriously if I was really going to Johnny's dressed that way. He said, You know, it is a family place.

  I took that as a compliment. Figured maybe Danny does know what he's talking about occasionally. I just laughed and wouldn't tell him anything else.

  Over a pitcher of beer and some yummy pizza, he says, "That outfit is smoking hot, and I'm not complaining, but I don't get how the whole dream thing fits in."

  I told him, "Oh, this is just the pre-party. Dreams don't start until after dark."

  He nodded in understanding while his eyes happily floated back down to my fake cleavage.

  I made him drive to the old ball field. We parked in the back parking lot, and I spread a blanket over his hood. I pulled two Gatorade bottles out of the little cooler, I had stashed in the backseat, then handed him a bag of sunflower seeds.

  He took a drink and said, "I think I get this now. And I like."

  We laid there for a while, holding hands, drinking Gatorade, talking, and staring at the stars. When I figured it was time, I straddled that boy and started making out with him like crazy.

  Although this whole dream thing is supposed to be for Phillip's benefit, I'm really enjoying myself. Phillip has my shirt unbuttoned and is kissing the fake cleavage while I'm trying to undo his pants.

  All of a sudden, car headlights wash over us. I see a police car pulling into the lot.

  The cop parks and turns on his big spotlight. I quickly roll off Phillip and try to button up my shirt.

  Shit! There goes my big plan.

  All we really got to do was make out!

  "Shit, Phillip. Cops!"

  To myself, I say, Nothing going on here, officer. Nothing at all. Just innocently sitting here looking at the stars.

  But then I whisper to Phillip. "Can we get in trouble for this?"

  "I don't think so. We're not really doing anything wrong."

  "There's vodka in the Gatorade!!"

  "We're legal now, Princess. Chill. I doubt he'll open the Gatorade. It's not like we're sitting here swigging out of a vodka bottle, and most of the Westown cops are pretty cool."

  An officer shines a flashlight in our eyes and says, "Well, I'll be damned. JJ Reynolds, how the hell are you?"

  "Cookie!" Cookie is obviously a nickname, but that's all I've ever known him by. He used to play wiffle ball with my dad on Sundays, and he also helped Phillip get me to the hospital the night my parents died.

  "Are we in trouble?" I ask him.

  He changes his voice, deepens it, sounding like a tough cop. We could tell he was just teasing us, so we went along with it. "You kids been drinking?"

  I hold up the Gatorade bottle, shake my head no, and pray I'm a good liar. Cookie seems to accept the lie because he says, "Well, how about drugs?"

  Phillip smiles and holds up the bag of sunflower seeds.

  Cookie finally determines that we're not in any trouble. "Well, it doesn't look like it then." His flashlight trails down my outfit, and he says knowingly, "Some little get up you got on there. Trip down memory lane?"

  I laugh nervously. "Sort of, Phillip and I used to come here and star gaze when we were in high school. When we were just friends," I make a point of saying, so he'll think that there's only been stargazing going on.

  Like, in theory.

  "Heard you two got engaged," he says with a grin. "Congrats, kids, have a nice evening." We can hear him snickering all the way back to his car.

  As he pulls out of the parking lot, I say, "Phillip, I'm so sorry. That totally ruined the mood."

  Phillip gives me a big grin. "Hell no, it didn't. Almost getting caught just adds to the excitement. Get back over here. I need to finish my dream."

  He quickly undoes his pants and pulls me back on top of him.

  So last night was pretty amazing. I dug out the exact outfit I wore the night he wanted to do me on the island. The little plaid Abercrombie skirt with the white blouse and navy cardigan. I added high heels and white thigh highs, and then I took him to the swings out behind our old elementary school. We talked and swung. He teased me and told me how he's always had a thing for me, and that he obviously was quite intelligent and a visionary to have known the girl he wanted to marry at the mere age of ten. I laughed and called bullshit.

  I think he just got lucky.

  We kissed on the swings just like we did the very first time he kissed me, when he pulled my swing over and planted a big fat kiss on my lips. But this time, he didn't run away. He kept kissing me. He was up for doing whatever there at the playground, but well, I just couldn't bring myself to do much more than kiss. I mean, kids play there!!

  So we decided to go parking in a cornfield instead. Which was way fun too. It's been a long time since I've been parking.

  Today was the day we were supposed to do it on his mother's kitchen island. After last night, I'm not sure if I could have done that either, but I'm sure he could've talked me into it. I think Phillip could sweet talk me into just about anything. I called Mrs. Diamond to try and enlist her help getting the Macs out of their house, but I found out his mom is hosting bunko tonight. Which meant there was no way I was gonna get them out of the house, so I quickly had to switch things up and decided on a prom night redo.

  Phillip had a date for the prom. I forget who she was, but I do remember he had big plans for her. He'd even gotten a hotel room with a hot tub. But she got drunk off champagne, threw up at the dance, and got taken home early.

  I hadn't really wanted to go to prom. I was supposed to go with my boyfriend at the time, Jake, but then I found out he was cheating on me. That was the same night as my parents' accident. Prom was just a week later, and it just didn't seem right for me to go. Danny offered to take me. At first, I refused, but everyone thought that my pare
nts would've wanted me to go. Plus, at the time, I was kinda hot for Danny.

  I thought after prom, I would be busy losing my virginity to him. I figured losing it to a friend, instead of a jerk boyfriend, would be a good idea. But just as things were starting to get good, Danny passed out, and I ended up sitting in the hot tub with Phillip.

  As usual, it was sweet and probably a little romantic, but also, as usual, nothing happened between us.

  But tonight, things are going to happen.

  I checked into the hotel right after work. I took rose petals and sprinkled them all over, put some champagne on ice, and left a tray of chocolate covered strawberries. Granted, we didn't have those things on prom night, but we should have. And Phillip was the guy I should've been losing my virginity to.

  I went home, put on a sexy dress, made Phillip wear a suit, and took him out to dinner.

  As I lead Phillip down the hall to our hotel room, he's grinning. "So are we reliving prom night?"

  "Well, not reliving exactly. We're having a prom night redo."

  "I'm not sure what that means, but I assume it means we're gonna do more in the hot tub than talk."

  "Well, maybe. So here's the storyline. We're both seniors. I've liked you, probably loved you, for a while. You finally got brave and asked me out, and you're hoping that I might be willing to part with my virginity tonight."

  Phillip eyes gleam. He's so adorable, especially when he totally gets into character. He pins me against the hotel room door. "So you know, Billy is having that big party tonight."

  I nod my head. "Uh, huh."

  "I was thinking maybe we might wanna skip it."

  I get into my nervous virgin role. "Oh, well, I don't know. I mean what would we do, just sit in our room?"

  He leans in and kisses me. "I was thinking of something a little more fun." He opens the door. "Look." He looks at what I've done to the room and mutters to me, "Damn, I'm good." Then he shuts the door and has me on the bed before I have a chance to even think about what to do next.

  He kisses me intensely and moves his hands expertly across my dress. I'm ready to lose my virginity right about now, but that wouldn't fit my character. I pretend to be nervous about where things might be heading. "Um, I saw champagne."

  "Oh, yeah, there is champagne." He seems to have already forgotten the champagne chilling in front of us.

  I made him forget the champagne!!! Yay for me and my sexiness!!

  He opens the bottle and pours champagne into real crystal flutes. (No plastic cups for this prom night redo!) He takes off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt sleeves, and takes off his tie. I only have on a dress, so I reciprocate by sliding off my shoes.

  He saunters to the bed with both glasses crossed in one hand, and in the other, he has a strawberry. He sits on the bed and holds the strawberry up to my mouth.

  I open my mouth, thinking he's going to feed it to me. He puts just the tip of the strawberry against my lips. I try to suck a little of the chocolate off, but just as I do, he pulls the strawberry back out. He keeps sliding the strawberry across my lips and occasionally lets me suck some chocolate off. He's so teasing me with the strawberry. I'm pretty sure no high school boy would ever think of this suggestive little game.

  I leave my lips sexily parted, make a little girly noise, and he pushes the strawberry deeper into my mouth.

  I take a little bite.

  He gives me a satisfied grin, hands me a flute, and pops what's left of the strawberry in his mouth. "Here's to the perfect night," he says, clinking my glass with his. We each take a drink. He takes the glass away from me, sets it on the nightstand, pulls me up off the bed, and unzips my dress.

  I act nervous.

  Really, it's not that much of an act. It's feeling kinda realistic.

  He sweeps me back onto the bed and starts doing exactly what I imagined the guy I would lose my virginity to would do. I'm just saying, if you ever have the opportunity to have a lose your virginity redo, I'd highly suggest it because this is going to be good. Certainly much better than the drunken frat house romp that really happened.

  He's going slow, kissing every inch of me, patiently, tenderly.

  There's some song in the musical, Rent. I forget how it goes, but it's something about covering you with thousands of sweet little kisses.

  That's what this reminds me of.

  He's covering me with thousands of sweet kisses, but when he starts to take off my bra, I realize if I want to play this out in character, I need to stall because I'd be nervous.

  So even though my body is majorly disagreeing with me, I say, "Do we get to use the hot tub?"

  Phillip looks at me with those steamy dark eyes. It's funny how when he looks at me and tells me he loves me, I see all the golden flecks in his brown eyes, but when he wants sex, those same eyes get all dark and fiery looking. I know the hot tub is about the last thing he wants to get into right now, but he goes along with it.

  "We shouldn't let it go to waste." He turns on a riot of bubbles, strips naked, and hops in.

  Yum.

  I pretend to be nervous about his nakedness. "I didn't know you were getting a room with a hot tub. I don't have a swimsuit."

  "Oh, I don't think you need one of those. Just get naked and get in. Promise I won't look." He says he won't look, but I can tell by his grin he's totally lying. I can't help but laugh. He used to say the exact same thing to me in high school when I was changing out of my softball uniform in the backseat of his car. I always caught him looking in the rearview mirror.

  I act like I'm shy, but I'm really trying to torture him with a little striptease. I slowly take my bra off. When I catch him peeking, I slide my underwear off slowly too. I turn around, lay them neatly on the dresser, grab the champagne bottle, and slide in next to him.

  He immediately pulls me on top of him and presses his lips to mine. We make out in the hot tub for a really long time. I'm actually shocked at how slow he's going. I've been ready for him to throw me on the bed and have his way with me since we walked in the door, but he continues his slow sexy way.

  When I seriously can't wait anymore, I try to spur him on by saying, "You know, I've never done this before."

  Phillip runs his hand through my mostly wet hair. "I know, Princess. That's why I'm going slow. I want you to be sure. I want it to be special."

  And yes, I melt at that because that's so what I wanted to hear.

  I slam the rest of the champagne, get out the tub, grab his hand, and make him join me.

  Then I do a little naughty slowness of my own.

  I take a towel and dry off every single inch of Phillip's amazing body. Of course, I leave the best parts for last. When I start drying off that, he can't seem to wait any longer. He picks me up, lays me on the bed, and proceeds to take my virginity.

  Like, again.

  I get a text from Phillip while I'm at work.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Glad you think so :D

  Phillipbaby
  Me: How so?

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Coming up?? LOL!! Pun intended?

  Phillipbaby
  Me: I can't tell you!

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Hmmm...okay...there will be lots of snacking involved.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Can't tell......

  Later, he wants to know more.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: I don't know. Did any of your naughty dreams include Danny? Cuz I don't think he'd be down for that.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: That's a no.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Fine. Think warm su
mmer nights.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Nope :)

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Think younger. Middle school, backyard kind of nights.

  Phillipbaby
  Me: Maybe.....

  Yesterday, Phillip's mother didn't cooperate with my plans. Today, the weather didn't cooperate. I was gonna set up Phillip's old tent, but it poured this morning. The ground is still a soggy, muddy mess. During my lunch break, I bought a shiny new tent. I took it home and set it up in my living room.

  At the store, they don't actually have the tents set up. They just have these little dollhouse-sized versions. They're adorable. The tent I picked out was so cute. It's green, has two rooms, and a skylight, but it's maybe slightly bigger than I expected it to be.

  Okay, it's A LOT bigger than I envisioned.

  Phillip used to tease me about my inability to calculate distances. About how there was no way I would ever be able to design anything. I would always say back, You know why women are bad at measurements, don't you? He'd turn red and say, Shut up, because he knew what I was gonna say. I'd always finish the joke anyway, holding my fingers about three inches apart and saying, That's cuz guys always tell us that THIS is six inches. Danny was never embarrassed by that joke, in fact, he often fired back, Only looks like about an inch to me. Of course, implying that he's huge. Let's just say Danny has a big ego and leave it at that.

  To get the tent to fit, I have to move the couch up against the kitchen table. It's also blocking the hallway, so you have to climb over the back of it to get to the bathroom, but that's a minor detail. I focus on making the tent a den of seduction. I climb over the couch, strip the comforter and blanket off my bed, and spread them across the tent floor. Then I add every pillow and throw that I own.

  After work, I make up bowls of all Phillip's favorite middle school candy, a batch of popcorn, and fill a small cooler with beer. I change into little pajama boxers and a tight tank top. I even go sans bra just for the hell of it, and before I know it, Phillip's home.