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Nick grinned.
Rose leaned in closer to me and said into my ear, “This guy’s as dumb as a box of rocks but his dick is the stuff of legends. He’s my motherfuckin’ Beowulf.”
“Which makes you Grendel’s mother?” I joked.
“Oh that’s fucked up.”
We both laughed, having heard the Beowulf story a million times in drama club together. We’d even done a short play on the story. Being around Rose and Porter felt great. It was like we’d never left high school. When you have those kinds of friends, you can go 50 years without them, then pick right back up where you left off.
Speaking of Porter, she was holding her own out on the dance floor, shoeless and breaking it down to Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys.
I waved one of the waiters over and asked for a strong rum and coke. I was still buzzing a bit from the tequila but it wouldn’t take long for that to wear off. Finally, Ben and Jill came to sit at our table. I made sure to save Porter a seat on the other side of me.
“Okay, well there are definitely some fuckable men at this party,” Jill announced. “And some not-so-fuckable men!”
Rose jumped up from her seat and rushed to hug Jill and Ben. They’d both been part of our crew by the time we’d graduated.
They all did their high-pitched hellos and then finally sat back down.
“We were discussing the…” I started, winking at Rose so she could join in.
We both contorted our bodies into the M…I…C…A.
“Oh shit!” Jill yelled. “Yes, oh man…I wonder if that building is still there.”
“I’m sure it is,” Ben replied. “I almost had my first gay hookup there.”
We all froze and turned our heads to hear more. This was clearly the first any of us had heard about this.
“What?” he asked. “Come on. You didn’t know?”
We obviously didn’t.
“Your boyfriend?” he said. “Michael?”
“You’re lying,” I said.
“No, not at all. Remember that time the power went out? And we were all in that back room, the room with all the tables and chairs and stuff? We were sitting in a circle, trying to work up the nerve to do a séance. We didn’t have candles or anything. It was so stupid.”
He stopped there. We didn’t stop staring. He needed to explain himself a little more.
“Nothing happened. Michael touched my leg and kind of slid it up like he was considering touching my dick or something.”
“Eww,” I said. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I’m serious,” he said, holding out a pinky. “Pinky swear.”
“Pinky swear? Whatever. Maybe he thought it was me he was feeling up.”
“I had on shorts, hairy legs, and his fingers grazed my cock. And I was hard because, well, I was gay and couldn’t tell anyone yet.”
“But you were there with June Bug,” I reminded him. “Your girlfriend. You fucked June Bug there, remember?”
“I did,” he agreed. “I had to pretend it was a dude, but I did fuck June there.”
“Oh that’s sick,” I said. “My boyfriend felt you up? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I don’t know. I just figured he was as lost as I was and it didn’t mean anything.”
