“Why?”
“Do you see what he’s wearing? He looks like a fucking pimp from the seventies. He’s wearing a full-length fur coat with a matching hat and a slutty looking chick on either arm. He looks like a white Kat Williams.”
I notice David and Rick coming towards us, without the females though. I also notice Rick making quick comments to a few of the guys along the way. He must be letting them know to back off of David. He’s lucky to have a protective father like that.
“Happy birthday bro! Good to see you.” I overhear David say to Jameson as they embrace.
“Thanks bro. Let me introduce you to some friends.”
David looks more normal with his pimp gear off. He’s about two or three inches taller than Jameson. Thin with dark brown hair and thick eyebrows. A little white gangsta wanna-be comes to mind once I see the large, gold, flashy jewelry and the oversized clothes.
After countless drinks and numerous games of pool I find myself having a great time and feeling very drunk. David and Rick are in a fiery game with an even number of balls on left on the table. I notice Jameson get up from his stool and go to the men’s room. After about three minutes contemplating playing a joke on him I get up and go in there. He’s at the sink washing his hands.
“Hah!” I pinch his butt. “Gotcha!” I shout.
He looks up at me through the mirror in front him with a devilish grin on his face. He grabs a paper towel and dries his hands.
“I was just trying to scare ya.” I laugh as I turn around to leave. He catches me off guard. He grabs me by the elbow and pushes me up against the wall. My chest immediately feels tight, a feeling I’m not familiar with. His face is so close to mine. I want to touch it but he has my arms pinned to the wall. My heart is beating so fast. I think I can even see my chest rise and fall from my breasts moving up and down so much.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time Hillary.”
Without even waiting for a response he crashes his lips in to mine with urgency. I can taste the sugary, robust liquor on his tongue, it tastes like cherry… and I like it. I kiss him back with fervor! He releases my arms and I grab around his neck to pull him closer to me. He pushes me harder against the wall maneuvering one of his legs in between my two. I can feel him hardening up against my jeans. His breathing is just as heavy as mine.
What is happening right now? How did this happen? I was just joking around following him in to the bathroom. He said he’s wanted to do this for a long time? It must be because he’s drunk.
I break away from the kiss. My thoughts taking over. I walk towards the door to leave but I can’t open it. I hear loud voices and laughter.
“I’m not letting you two horn dogs out!” Christian yells, from the other side.
“Let us out, Christian!” I shout back, and with that the door opens with all eyes on me and Jameson. I notice Tess out of the corner of my eye. Her legs crossed as she sits on the bar stool, head tilted to the side with a peculiar look on her face. I stalk towards her and plop in the seat next to her.
“What the hell was that all about?” She seems peeved.
“I have no idea. I was just going in there to follow him as a joke and then out of nowhere, he kissed me.”
“Hmph.” She retorts.
That’s an offbeat reply I think to myself but brush it off just as quickly. We aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m not with Mike any more. Jameson and Ally broke things off when they realized they were two really different people. So who cares? We’re young, drunk and having fun.
Around 1:30am we decided to call it a night. We said our goodbyes and headed outside to my car. When Tess went to open the back door Jameson stopped her. “Sorry Tess. You’re in the front with Chris.” Jameson tells her.
“What? Are you serious?” She asks.
“I’m not ready for this night to end. I have more kissing to do.”
I just stare in astonishment. Do I want to do more kissing with him? Why does he want to kiss me more? It’s because he’s drunk. Yup, that’s it. He’s drunk and horny and I’m letting him. So that does make me the whore my mother has been calling me since I was fifteen? Why does Tess seem mad? At this point my alcohol high is coming down with the fresh air and late hours so I just get in the back seat. Whoever sits back there with me, well, whatever.
Winner winner chicken dinner, it’s Jameson.
As soon as he sits he leans over, grabs my face with a tight-lipped grin and kisses me…again… and again... and again... the whole ride back to Dawn’s.
“No one will ever love you.”
September 8, 2001