I found myself sucked in by Vaughn's beauty. Our bodies were the same proportions: 5'7", B cups, and great asses, but that's where our physical similarities ended. My copper hair and olive eyes and paperwhite skin could not have contrasted more to her jet black skin, dark hair, and obsidian eyes. She stared till she had my attention, then she glanced at Gino, back at me, and made a slight head gesture, as if to say, "Let's go. Now."
I made an abbreviated nod and said to Jeremy, "I think it's time for me to go," as I looked at Vaughn. I stood, and she and Gino did, too. I announced, "Gentlemen, if you excuse us, we have business to attend." Simon, Sydney, and Jeremy politely stood as we got up to leave.
Vaughn quietly asked, "Would you mind awfully if we used your apartment, Jeremy?"
My boyfriend knew this was a significant night for her. Vaughn had never been with a man, and my other boyfriend, Gino, was her grateful selection. Jeremy smiled kindly, "Not at all. You kids have fun."
She put her hand on his lapel, then looked up into his eyes and said, "I'm indebted, thank you. But, one more thing..."
"Yes?"
"Would you join us? I'd hate for us to be preoccupied, and Collette to become bored."
Jeremy was stunned, but managed to say, "I'd be delighted." As soon as we entered his apartment at the south wing of Dalia's mansion, he ordered, "Lights, dim, music, lounge." His vocal wishes were granted, and the space came to life. The sunken living room on our left had an oversized U-shaped couch with a low back, the middle of which was taken up by an equally oversized coffee table. A breakfast bar with seating for two separated the living room and kitchen, and beyond the kitchen was a set of spiral stairs which led up to the loft-style bedroom. "Everybody good with apple pie punch?"
"Sure," she said, a little nervous. Vaughn sat on one of the barstools and watched Jeremy get to work.
"May I take your hat?" I asked.
"Forgot I still had it on. Thanks," she handed it over, and I put it on the table near the front door.
I walked back to her, and for the second time in an hour, caught a whiff of cinnamon. Jeremy poured four glasses, and I discovered the source of the scent.
"To the New Year!" he toasted. We all clinked and drank. The physical contrast between my boyfriends was highlighted in their Gatsby-wear. Jeremy's retro tuxedo skimmed his dancer's body and was as dark as his blue-black hair. The pairing made his skin glow as white as my own. But, Gino's Italian American coloring and larger build was flattered by the news-boy garb. Each was suited to the party's theme, in entirely different ways. I caught Gino's chocolate brown eyes, and he looked nervous, too. It was priceless. I sat on the stool to her right and sipped away.
Vaughn said, "This is really good, Jeremy. What's in it?"
"Sydney's moonshine, flavored with fresh apples and cinnamon sticks. I added some apple cider and ginger ale. I'm glad you like it. Gino, can I see you for a minute?"
"Um, sure," Gino hadn't expected that, but followed him upstairs.
I rotated Vaughn's chair, so she faced me. "What?" she smiled.
"I'm done waiting," I leaned over and kissed her soft lips flavored by the apple pie punch. We somehow ended up on our feet, so that we could kiss without leaning. She sighed into my mouth, as her hands rounded my hips to land on my ass. She pulled my body tighter to hers, and my hands went to work on the pins in her hair.
"Hang on," she stopped me, pulled out two more, then kissed me again as her natural curls fell around her shoulders. "Damn, I've been dying to kiss you all night," she panted an inch from my face. Fuck, I was so wet, and I was pretty sure she was, too.
"I know what you mean." I kissed her again, but I had make sure everything was as I thought. "You know they're waiting for us up there, right?"
She nodded, "Yeah, just had to kiss you first. Come on." She took my hand, and we went up the spiral stairs. The guys were still dressed, which I thought showed restraint on their part. They were seated on the bed. Candles were lit on the dresser, and the music was at a softer volume in Jeremy's bedroom. "Gino?"
His chest heaved slightly with his breath, "Yes, Vaughn?"
"Come here?"
He walked to her, unsure of what to do next. She simplified things for him when she kissed him. As they stood there, I slid her tuxedo jacket from her shoulders, and draped it on a chair. Her lavender button down turned out to be sleeveless and backless, with only a button on the back of the halter neck to keep it in place. I licked up from the base of her spine to her neck, and she moaned. Her body tasted like its scent: caramel. She turned her head and kissed me, then turned back to him and slid the suspenders from his shoulders. I trailed my fingertips up and down her back, as she unbuttoned his shirt. She shivered at my touch. Then, Jeremy's hands caressed my shoulders and he whispered, "Vaughn?"
"Yes?" her voice was breathy and heavy with lust.
"Tell us what you want."
