"I'm looking forward to tonight," I said, kissing my boyfriend Eric on the back of the head as he poured some pretzels into a bowl.
"Yeah, me too," Eric answered. "You better hurry and get ready, they'll be here any minute."
I threw a dish towel in his direction. "Fuck off, I AM ready!" I said, holding out my arms and giving a quick twirl. "These jeans and shirt are cool. You know what's wrong with you, Eric?" My boyfriend turned to look at me. "You don't know what's cool anymore. Old man." I laughed and winked.
My boyfriend laughed. "40 is hardly old, youngster," he smiled.
I really loved my boyfriend. We'd been together for four years and this was our first house together. I was quite a bit younger than him though, 12 years to be exact. I met him when I was 24 and he was 36.
Eric might be 40, but he was gorgeous: nice toned body, lovely chestnut hair and just the right amount of stubble on his strong jaw. He got hit on by both guys and girls, and I always felt lucky to be with him. Me, I was more the indie rocker type - skinny, tall, messy-looking hair, clean shaven. My boyfriend loved my look, so we were a good match.
"Is everyone coming?" I asked, as put bowls of snacks on the table.
"Yeah, actually. I thought Jeff and Sam would flake out again, but they confirmed this morning. We'll have a full house," Eric said.
"But not..." I started.
"She's my sister, Ben!" Eric interrupted, anticipating what I was going to say next. I groaned. "She's not that bad!" Eric laughed.
"She's got the fucking hots for me. It's weird," I shook my head and stuck out my tongue.
"She's just friendly," Eric said, defending her.
"She's a slut," I answered, knowing I'd gone too far.
"That's not fair, Ben," my boyfriend said, seriously.
"She has a lot of boyfriends," was my reply.
"Yeah..." Eric didn't have an answer for that. "She's pretty demanding," he admitted. "She's a dominant personality and a lot of straight guys can't handle that."
Eric was right there. His sister Val was definitely a dominant personality. She was a rock chick with a big mouth. She drank and smoked, and ate guys for dinner. I might be gay, but I could see why she easily twisted guys around her finger - she had a great body, tall, curvy but athletic, big tits and a gorgeous face. I just wish she didn't flirt with me so much. I think she just did it to make me uncomfortable, but I could never tell.
By 9pm the party was in full swing. We had 21 people in our home, 23 if you included me and Eric, so it was pretty full but cosy. Most of our party were our gay friends and co-workders, but Val was there, plus my best friend Lucy and a lesbian couple who Eric had known for nearly 20 years.
Val was the life of the party as usual. She looked great tonight - she had her hair down and was wearing enough makeup to made her look sexy but almost slutty without crossing the line. She was wearing a tight faded Van Halen t-shirt and a skirt, finished off with heels. I sort of resented her for grabbing all the attention. She was showing all the different ways she knew to take tequila shots, and was currently standing on her head and asking my friend Tony to pour the shot into her mouth. She swallowed it (somehow) and fell to the floor, laughing. "Next time you can pour it into another orifice!" she said, spreading her legs and then closing them again, to Tony's horror.
As outrageous as she might be, I could see the appeal - she was really charming and sexy in the way she did everything. People naturally gravitated to her. I wished she would go and let me have my party back, but I knew she wouldn't so I took the opportunity to join my guests in tequila shots.
By 3am, most of our guests had gone. Eric's lesbian friends were staying over, and had gone to bed ages ago.
"I'm checking out," Eric said, giving me a peck and telling me to be a good boy and tidy up.
I laughed and smiled at my boyfriend. "Yeah right. This is a joint job now that we live together."
Eric winked and gave me another peck, then slapped his sister on the shoulder and headed upstairs to bed.
"Right, another shot?!" Val laughed, pouring three tequilas for the last men and women standing - herself, me, and Eric's co-worker Henry.
Henry was super-hot: early 30s, toned and fit body, chiseled features. I was really into him, Henry was into Val, and Val was into me. It was a weird triangle at play. I think Henry was only staying because he thought he could take Val home if he stuck it out long enough.
"Another shot!" Val exclaimed. I'd had so much to drink I was starting to think my liver would never forgive me.
We all did the tequila shot then Val asked Henry if he was gay. Henry laughed. "Uh. no. Why do you think that?"
"I didn't think anything," Val answered plainly. "I was just asking. So you've never done anything with a guy?"
"No, but the girls love me," Henry answered, trying to steer the conversation back to him and her.
"I dare you to kiss Ben," Val said, with a grin.
"But I'm not gay," Henry replied. "Plus his boyfriend is my friend."