Get Leid
A few days later, I found myself donning a stupid lei and walking across campus to Sitlington with Molly and Peyton. At least we had all decided to forego the stupid grass skirts that Taylor had insisted were part of the dress code for the party. I felt self conscious enough just wearing my normal clothes with those bright turquoise flowers around my neck. It didn’t matter that we passed plenty of other people in more elaborate costumes.
It didn’t even matter that Taylor himself had donned a grass skirt and coconut bra.
Okay, that helped a little.
“I’m not sure how to feel about this,” Peytron said, waving a finger in the direction of Taylor’s torso.
“Arousal is the usual reaction,” he replied.
“I was leaning more toward nausea,” Peyton shot back. “And like I am far, far too sober for this.”
“We can fix that,” Neil said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. It must have been the word sober that summoned Taylor’s creepy stoner roommate, I decided.
Peyton plucked Neil’s arm from her shoulder, the look on her face full of even more disgust than it had been when she was focused on Taylor’s revealing outfit. I couldn’t help laughing, especially since Neil seemed oblivious to the fact that he was so unwanted. He wrapped an arm around Molly and Peyton, and offered them both drinks. Soon he was escorting them–unwillingly–away, leaving me alone with Taylor.
“Well, then,” Taylor said. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever. Have you been avoiding me, Georgie Girl?”
“No,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to look at anything but Taylor’s bare torso. The last thing I needed to see right then was any part of Taylor’s exposed flesh, because it only reminded me of the night when I saw all of him.
He took a few steps closer to me and lowered his gaze to get closer to my level. “It sure seems like it, and I gotta say, I don’t like it.”
“I thought you usually were a fan of the whole love ’em and leave ’em thing,” I replied.
“Is that what you think of me?” Taylor asked, a hand clutching his coconut covered heart. “That hurts, Georgie. You’re so cruel to me.”
“I really can’t take you seriously while you’re dressed up like something that belongs on the dashboard of a creepy van,” I said.
“Would you prefer if I were naked?” Taylor asked, grinning.
“No,” I replied, but my brain seemed to think otherwise, since it was filled with images of Taylor’s naked body on top of me. I could feel myself blushing, and judging by Taylor’s smirk, he noticed it too.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
“Let’s not and say we did,” I mumbled, but I was powerless to stop Taylor from dragging me off toward his bedroom.
I couldn’t help glancing around nervously as he pulled me along, but there were too many drunk people around for anyone to notice little old me. Taylor shoved his bedroom door open and came to a sudden stop, forcing me to peer around him to see why he had stopped. There was a half-dressed couple sprawled across his bed, doing what I can only assume Taylor had brought me into his room to do.
“Not cool, guys,” Taylor said, then clapped his hands together to get their attention. “Out, now! That was not what I meant when I said ‘get leid!'”
Before the couple could respond to that, Taylor slammed the door on them and yanked me off toward the bathroom. He parted the crowd by shouting out that I was very drunk and about to be very sick, causing me to blush even more than I had already. At least I didn’t see anyone I knew in the crowd Taylor shoved us through, and quickly enough, the bathroom door was shut behind us.
“Was that really necessary?” I asked, spinning around to scowl at him.
“Probably not,” he replied, leaning casually against the bathroom door. “But it got us some privacy, didn’t it?”
“Did I say I wanted some privacy?”
“Not with your lips,” he replied, stepping closer to me. “But your eyes were screaming it. They were shouting ‘Taylor, do me now!’ At least, that’s how I interpreted it.”
“I can see how ‘Taylor, fuck off’ would sound like that,” I replied.
He ran his hand through my hair then tilted my chin up slightly. “You would save us so much time if you would stop fighting this. I know you enjoyed it last time, so what’s the big deal?”
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, the words trailing off into nothingness as Taylor leaned down and kissed me.
This time, I didn’t try to fight him. What was the point, when my body practically turned to mush the second our lips met? No matter what I said, the way my body reacted to Taylor’s would contradict my words. As we kissed, I let myself relax against him, allowing him to guide me backward until I bumped into the edge of the sink. Not even pausing to break the kiss, Taylor lifted me up onto the counter, my legs dangling on either side of him as he stood between them.
“You must have known this was going to happen when you decided to wear a dress,” Taylor murmured against my neck, his hand creeping up my thigh and finding my panties. I was ashamed to admit that I was already a little wet, a fact that I was sure did not pass him by unnoticed.
“Tay… there are all kinds of… people out there,” I gasped out, finding it hard to think with Taylor’s lips on my neck and his hand in my panties.
“So?” He asked, sliding my panties down and letting them fall to the floor. “Did you think we just came in here to talk?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” I replied.
“Well, I am going to be using my tongue, but not for talking,” he said, smirking.
I had a guess what he meant by that, and as Taylor fell to his knees in front of me, I knew that my guess was correct. He smirked up at me as he pushed my skirt up, and I blushed even more. That seemed to be a continuing theme of the night, but how could I not blush with Taylor’s face that close to that part of me? I could feel his warm breath on my thigh, then directly between my legs. And then… his tongue, the warmest and wettest thing I’d ever felt. This was a brand new experience for me, like nearly everything I’d done with Taylor, and it completely took my breath away.
“Oh, god,” I moaned out, throwing my head back.
Taylor chuckled against me, which was an odd feeling, then pulled back slightly and added two fingers alongside his tongue. I could already feel an orgasm building inside of me, from my toes up to the tip of my head, and I had to brace myself against the counter as it coursed through my body.
I was still coming down from that high when Taylor pulled away from me and shoved down his grass skirt and boxer briefs. Somehow, I had managed to forget that he was dressed like a hula girl. When that realization hit me, it took all my strength not to laugh, especially when he leaned in to grab a condom from the cabinet behind me and his coconut bra brushed my arm. If having sex with Taylor Hanson wasn’t ridiculous enough, having sex with Taylor Hanson dressed as a hula girl was definitely insane.
Just as he began to roll the condom on, someone banged on the door and a voice called out, “Hurry up in there! There’s a line out here, you know!”
“It’s my fucking apartment!” Taylor replied just as loudly, sliding into me as he said it.
I had to bite back a laugh at his choice of words and a moan at the feeling of him filling me completely. This was absolutely, completely insane and I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and held on tightly as he thrust in and out of me quickly. I was still on the edge of my orgasm, apparently, and huge waves of pleasure rushed over me as Taylor wasted no time working toward his own release.
Taylor shuddered and groaned, letting out a string of curse words followed by my name. I had never heard my name sound so wonderful as it did right then, and I had never thought Taylor was as gorgeous as I did right then, coconut bra and all.
“Shit, Georgie,” he said, finally slowing to a stop and leaning his forehead against mine. With a smirk, he asked, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Are you always this cheesy?” I asked.
He just smirked more. “Sometimes I’m worse.”
As he stepped back and tossed the condom in the trash, I said, “You know, there’s just one problem here. How the hell are we going to get out of the bathroom now with that crowd outside?”
“That’s your problem, not mine.” He shrugged.
“Are you kidding me?” I replied, my mouth falling open.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” Taylor replied, chuckling. He pulled his boxers and skirt back up and gave me a quick wink before slipping out the door. From the other side of the door, I heard him shout, “Who’s ready to bring out the beer bong?”
I rolled my eyes. At least it seemed to make the crowd shift away from the bathroom, judging by the way the noise seemed to fade away. He was creating a diversion, I supposed. After a few seconds, I peered out of the bathroom and was glad to see that no one was looking my way. I quickly made my escape and scurried off to the kitchen. Somehow, I hadn’t even had a single drink yet. How I had done something that insane completely sober, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was sure that I was sober. Still floating down from my cloud of ecstasy, but sober.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I made my way into the kitchen and located a bottle of rum. That would have to do, I decided. I poured a healthy amount of it into a red Solo cup and then added some Coke. It wasn’t a fancy drink, but it would do.
“Hey, there you are!” Molly called out just as I took a huge swig of my mixed drink. “Where have you been? Oh, did you find your boyfriend?
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I choked out, the rum still burning my throat and Molly’s words not making me feel any better about what I had just done on Taylor’s bathroom counter.
“Sure he isn’t,” she said, nudging me. “That’s why you’re sporting some serious sex hair. Did you get leid?”
I rolled my eyes. “That joke wasn’t funny the first time.”
“The first time?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Nevermind,” I replied, remembering that it was Taylor who had made that joke the first time. At that thought, i tilted my head back and took another long swig of my drink.
As soon as I pulled my cup away from my lips, Molly nudged me again. “Come on, why don’t you introduce me to this guy?”
“Why don’t you introduce me to yours?” I shot back teasingly.
“Oh,” she said, looking a little panicked. “Well he isn’t here. But apparently yours is.”
“No, I… umm, I think he left,” I stuttered out. Something caught my eye and I turned to see Zac and Bella walk into the living room. Nodding in their direction, I added, “And I think I’m about to do the same. See ya later.”
“Aww, come on,” she said. “Don’t let those two losers ruin your night.”
“I’m not,” I replied, then downed the rest of my drink. “My night is fine. I just don’t want to deal with them.”
Molly eyed me for a second, then sighed. “Well, if you’re leaving, I am, too. But someday, you better introduce me to this mystery man of yours.”
“Yeah, maybe someday…” I replied softly, just as Taylor walked back into the room.
“Georgie!” He called out, wiggling his coconut boobs, which I noticed were adorned with a few more leis than had been there earlier. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
His words were slurred more than I remembered, too, and I decided it was definitely past time for me to leave. I gave him a little apologetic shrug, then subtly pointed toward Zac and Bella. Taylor couldn’t have been more obvious about the way he spun around to see what I was pointing at, his mouth forming a large O when he turned back toward me.
“Yeah, so…” I said. “We’re just gonna go. It was, umm, a nice party.”
“Yeah…it definitely was,” he replied, grinning.
Molly took me by the arm, eyeing me a little bit as if to ask what Taylor meant by that, but I ignored it and lead the way out of Taylor’s apartment. Thankfully, Zac didn’t seem to notice. The last thing I needed on top of this strange night was to see Zac when I still, apparently, had sex hair courtesy of his brother.
As we walked out of Sitlington, I decided it was high time to swear off college parties.