Hi. My nameās Katie, and Iām in a very āinterestingā relationship right now. Well, itās not really that Iām in a relationship at all; itās more like my life is screwed up. You see, I once went out with this guy, his nameās Erik, but we had to break up. And now heās going out with this other girl, Cassie, who I absolutely hate. Well, actually, I donāt hate her at all. Sheās really pretty nice. Iām just jealous of her. I swear, if you were to hang a bucket from me, I would be dripping jealousy every single moment I saw them together. The fact that I couldnāt have him was irritating to me. Itās not that I thought that I should get everything I wanted...itās just that when I had him, my parents didnāt want me going out with him. And when he had a girl, they wished that I was going out with him. Will someone please explain the logic to me?
I didnāt have him as a boyfriend, but I was sort of getting what I wanted. Our relationship had started 2 years before when we had had a little āfunā on Halloween. Our relationship continued to progress, even as he went out with Cassie. Heād been going out with her for a little more than a month when āitā first happened. I don't really know how it happened, it just kind of...happened. Heād come over to my house and things had turned sexual...and of course, we were interrupted. We were in the middle of a bj when his mom came over to my house and told him that he had to come home. Damn. Despite setbacks like that, we continued to fool around and he continued to cheat on his girlfriend.
It was about a month or so since the last time weād fooled around and it was nearing Erikās birthday. My friends were urging me to do something special for him. His birthday was four days after Valentines Day, so a surprise party was suggested. I couldnāt do it at my house ācause that would have been too obvious. I couldnāt do it at a lot of my friendās houses for the simple reason that they didnāt know about this little love affair that was going on. Actually, only one person knew. That was my friend Steph. As it turned out, Stephās dad and his fiancĆ© would be on their honeymoon on the 18th, meaning that Steph had the house all to herself. She could have friends over...and she could casually disappear once things got interesting. Erik was friends with her...sort of. They knew each other to some extent. I ended up having her arrange for Erik to come over to her house for god-knows-what on the night of his birthday. I have no clue what she said in order to get him over there. All I know was that she had convinced him to come over and she acted like she had no clue that it was his birthday. Yeah, right.
Well, anyway, the night of his birthday arrived. It was a Tuesday night and Iād canceled my piano lessons so that I could get to Stephās house extra early. By 7 p.m. weād spruced up her house with balloons and banners announcing āHappy Birthday Erik!ā Itād be an interesting night, to say the least. Steph had informed Erik that the house might be dark if we were watching TV, but he should still ring the doorbell and weād come get him. He arrived at around 7:30. The whole house was dark; not a single light was on. However, that wasnāt because we wanted to surprise him -- a surprise snowstorm had knocked out the power for the whole town. When the doorbell rang, Steph and I ran to get it, trying not to trip over anything on our way there. We let him in, surprised the hell out of him with the birthday stuff, and led him downstairs. It proved to be quite a feat to do that with the lights off, but we managed. Erik and I positioned ourselves on a couch down there so we could talk. The phones were still working and Steph wanted to call her parents and tell them that Erik and I had gotten there safely, despite the snowstorm. At least thatās what she told Erik. I didnāt believe her. It didnāt seem like her to care whether or not they knew. It DID seem a whole lot like her to leave Erik and I alone to have some fun.
Steph went upstairs to make the call, leaving Erik and I downstairs with nothing to do. At least nothing to do that was morally right. But oh well. Roman Catholics and Lutherans and practically every other religion teach the believers to wait until marriage to do anything vaguely sexual. Well, Iād already broken that part of the moral code, so why not break the part that says that you shouldnāt fool around with other peopleās boyfriends?
Since we didnāt really have much more to do, we started to talk. Jumping right into something sexual would have been a little too much, even for me.
āSo howās your life?ā I have GOT to stop saying that.
āItās ok.ā
āThatās good.ā
āWere you surprised that we remembered your birthday?ā
āYeah, most of my friends forgot and you didnāt say anything earlier, so...ā
āWell, I didnāt forget.ā
āI see that. It surprised me.ā
āAnd what Iām gonna do next is probably gonna surprise you even more...ā
āReally now...whatās th--ā he never got to finish the sentence as I leaned over and kissed him. I couldnāt speak for him, but I had been horny all night. Before Erik arrived and before the power failed, Steph and I had been looking at and reading porn. We werenāt planning on relieving our ātensionā together, so we both just sat there and read/looked and got nice and āworked up.ā
Erik immediately responded to my kissing by kissing back with a passion all his own. We both jumped apart when we heard someone coming down the stairs. I played along, letting Erik think that I didnāt want Steph to catch us.
āHey, guys...Iām gonna turn on some music and stuff.ā
āThe powerās out...ā
āYeah, and thatās what batteries are for...and Iām gonna call Bobby since I have nothing to do. Katie, can you give me his number?ā Bobby was a guy that Iād met online a few weeks ago. He went to the local community college and Steph, Lisa, and I had gone to Borders to meet him. He was an ok guy who worked as a bouncer in a strip club. My parents would have died if I even thought about going out with him. But Stephās parents didnāt really care what she did, so....
āItās 473-7446...ā
āAre you sure? Most of the numbers in this area donāt start with 473...ā
āNot the CELL phone numbers...ā
āOh yeah. Anyway, Iām gonna go call him,ā she said as she winked to me.
Before she left us alone in the basement, she turned on her stereo. I had almost expected her to turn on the radio, but she put in a Madonna CD. When the music started, I had no problem recognizing the song as āErotica.ā I knew that one of her stereo buttons was broken, which caused the stereo to repeat the same some over and over. To change the song, youād have to get up and manually push the ānextā button. I planned on being too occupied later that night to change the song -- so weād be listening to āEroticaā all night.
To say that what Steph was trying to do was obvious would have been putting it kindly.
āNow where were we?ā I asked as I leaned in for another kiss.
āHow about doing exactly what the song says?ā That made us both jump and look over to the stairs, āJeez! Canāt you even wait until I get the phone to start the phone call?ā
The song echoed in the background, āErotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body...ā