My Mr.Big

The Party

It had been a couple of days since Gabby left and I still had not sent a text. Despite Gabby insisting I did, I was overthinking, and couldn’t get myself to do it. I had just came back to my dorm after ending my first midterm. I think I did good, sometimes I feel like I’m guessing through tests, and I didn’t feel that with this one. My confidence was high. I was laying on my stomach scrolling through my phone, I stopped, looked at the window, came back to my phone and without a thought typed out a text.

Hi, its Millie :)

I took a picture of myself smiling, slightly lifting my chin and sent it. I didn’t want to stay and wait for a response. I got my badge and headed down to the dining hall. They were still serving breakfast. I got some French toast covered with powdered sugar and a black coffee to balance the sweetness and went to sit down. I started eating when I noticed a girl from my intro to writing class, she was smiling at me, and I waved. She walked over, “Hi, it’s Amelia right? I’m Chels” she sat down. I scooted my plate towards me making room for her. She had an egg omelet and some fruit. She started talking to me about our last assignment. She was bubbly, smart, and kinda funny. She asked me a lot of questions, before I knew it, she knew that I was from Asheville, about my parents, that I was unsure what I was majoring in, and that I enjoyed crafts. I also knew she was from New York, she had 3 siblings, she was pursuing an MBA, and we lived in the same dorms, different floor. I felt a vibration, I turned my phone, and saw I had a picture from James. A smile creeped onto my face, I opened it, and he was shirtless. Perfectly curated 6 pack, he had a strong chest, and he had the line that ran from his hips down into his pants. My mouth opened. I closed my mouth as soon as I realized I wasn’t alone. Chel’s was looking at me, leaning in, “let me see” she said. I turned the phone towards her and her mouth opened as well. “Wow Amelia, is he your boyfriend?” She asked. “No we just met, I asked for his number yesterday, he works at the Lantern Street Cafe” I replied. “I love that place! I study there all the time, it helps me to be out, I noticed I can go way longer if I’m there, and I like that they close late. We should go together sometime” she said, “yes of course” I said she took my phone exited from James message and typed in her number. “I have a class starting soon, I messaged myself your number, see you later, good luck with him” she winked, got her stuff and walked away. Did I just make a friend? She seemed nice and someone to study with was exactly what I needed. I wasn’t expecting the shirtless picture, I opened it again, and I examined every centimeter.

Oh wow, good morning handsome

He replied almost instantly

Haha was just getting out of the shower when I saw your message. Do you like what you see?

I could feel my heart speeding up. I more than liked what I saw.

I do

I didn’t want to be so obvious, well anymore than I already was. But he is so physically irresistible.

There’s a party tomorrow night, it’s at the Oppenheim apartments, #908 come

I hadn’t gone to any parties since starting Columbia, but I really wanted to see him. I had class with Chel’s later. I figured I would ask her to go with me and if she said yes than I would be there. I walked into class looking around for her, I saw her, and she waved me over. I sat next to her and whispered, “remember that guy, he invited me to a party tomorrow, do you want to go with me?” “I have to really study for bio first, come over, we’ll study, get ready, and then go” she gave me an excited look, like if she felt what I was feeling. All of class I felt distracted, imagining what the party would be like, how he would act outside of work, what I would wear, would something happen? I think I only vaguely heard 50% of the lecture. That night I went through my closet, it was very limited. I had brought all of my favorite clothes but most of it was casual, cosy, I had very few things that would be for going out. I pulled out a couple of pieces and started trying on stuff. No matter what I knew I wanted to wear my stilettos. I felt the sexiest when I wore those. They made my legs look extra long, my feet small, and their height accentuated my athletic thighs. I chose a black mini skirt, sheer black tights, and a bodysuit top, that had sheer long sleeves, it was sheer over the stomach, and had a type of cross body top.

The next day I showed up to Chel’s dorm. I knocked and from inside I heard her say “come in.” I walked in and was amazed. Her room was decorated like a fairy wonderland. There was twinkle lights hanging all around the room. She was sitting on the floor, her laptop was on her lap, there was papers, and books all around. Studying had felt tiring, but doing it here with Chel’s it felt light and fun. It was mixed in with chatter and laughter, yet focused. At around 10:30pm Chels said, “let’s get ready” she got up and started looking through her closet. I grabbed my bag, went into the bathroom, and changed. “Ah you look so hot, who knew under the studious look you hid all this” Chels said. “You look amazing” I said, she was wearing a little black dress with over the knee boots.

We arrived at the apartment building, it was exceedingly luxurious and smelled like a perfume shop. There was an elevator operator that sent us to the 9th floor. As soon as we stepped off the elevator we could hear the music. I’m surprised they allowed something like this in an apartment. We walked in and there was at least 40 people. There was so much going on, people drinking, people dancing, people talking, beer pong, and more. My eyes quickly glanced around the room, but I didn’t see him. Chel’s and I walked towards a cocktail station and poured ourselves drinks. Chel’s was a lot more outgoing than I was. She started talking to a group of girls. I would add my two cents here and there, but honestly I was thinking of James. Should I text him? I never texted him back? Maybe he didn’t come? Whatever, I’m going to have fun I decided. I chugged my drink and went for a second. This time I brought back shots for all the girls. They were vodka and it burned like fire. It’s disgusting quite honestly. I want to let loose. I started dancing with the girls. After a couple of songs we went outside to the patio. It was dark and you could see everyone’s breath as they spoke. The night sky was illuminated by a full moon. Someone took out a spliff and started passing it around. When it got to me, I took it to my lips, inhaled, and heard the crackling as the embers flared. The smoke was warm penetrating my lungs and I released it slowly blowing up into the clouds. It had been a while. I felt a hand on my shoulder pull me around. James was looking at me, almost with a laugh “Millie, I didn’t think you were a pot head” he said. I shrugged in a casual way. Of course I wasn’t a pot head but I didn’t want to explain myself. “Let’s get a drink” he took my hand and guided me through the crowd. He has a confidence that’s hard to describe. I felt like I was already his. He walked with straight posture, he carries himself like he owns this world, and he poured us two shots. I felt the world and time were slowing down, the weed was hitting. He took me into the crowd and we began dancing. He was behind me, he had one hand on my hip and other holding my hand. I felt every movement and thrust as our bodies swayed together. I moved gently, moving my hips, trying to feel him as we danced. It was as if everyone else faded and I was seeing us from a Birds Eye view. It was so crowded it felt like every other move we were touching into others around us. He turned me around towards him, looked at my lips, and began kissing me. His lips felt soft and plump. His mouth was warm and his tongue moved in and out at the perfect pace. The kissing felt timeless, at first we were still dancing, then we were standing perfectly still. Our bodies were touching, his hands moved around my body, and I had one hand in his back, and the other was exploring his chest and abs. I felt every movement, as my fingers went from one hard ab, then the dip, to the next. It’s as if everyone disappeared in that moment, it was just him and me, and nothing mattered. I could feel my breathing get deeper. I pulled away when I felt a moan almost come out unintentionally. I wanted to collapse, I didn’t want to be in a crowded room anymore. I had my hand over my mouth, staring at him. He pulled me close again, I wanted him all to myself.

That night as I walked back with Chel’s holding arms, we were both a little tipsy, I felt like I was flying. I was in the clouds. In a dream. I stepped into my dorm, my roommate was asleep, I took off my heels, climbed into bed, and my fingers found my lower lips. They felt full, I went back to how his body felt, his kiss, and my fingers did the rest.