22
Just a Little Sniff
“How was the the big barbecue?” Kami asks, from the other end of the phone.
I’ve been home for about an hour now. I’ve made my lunch for tomorrow, chopped fruits and veggies for the week, and am now starting to get ready for bed. Pulling my tank top over my head, I pad towards my dresser. Tomorrow is the first day of school, and although I know I’ll likely just toss and turn like I always do the night before the first day back, I’m trying to get to bed at a reasonable time.
“It was fun, actually. My mom went all out, as per usual. You were missed. I think Keaton noticed you weren’t there. He manned the Jell-O shots station looking a little bored and mournful. He’s used to having his partner in crime there,” I tell her truthfully.
In all the years that we’ve been friends, Kami and her family have joined us each year for our neighbourhood’s annual Labour Day street party. Except this year, rather than getting drunk with my brother and starting off the new school year a little worse for wear, she—along with her sisters and parents—drove up to Toronto to spend the day at her sister Faith’s new place. Faith’s starting at the University of Toronto tomorrow and had wanted everyone to see her new apartment and give her a sendoff.
“I hated missing it, too. Yeah, Keat told me he felt a little overwhelmed being in charge of the Jell-O shots all by himself,” she says, and I can hear her smiling through the phone.
“Ah, so, you two’ve spoken already, eh?”
“East. Don’t do that. I told you, we’re friends,” she scolds.
“Still doesn’t mean I can’t try to push this along,” I respond, taking off my blue satin bra. I rustle around in the middle drawer where I keep my sleep shorts and tops. Grinning, I spy the Pearl Jam shirt I stole from Coy a few days ago peeking out from the bottom of the pile and decide tonight’s the night to put it on. Unfolding it, I see a dark swath of material falling to the floor.
Underwear.
A pair of Coy’s black boxer briefs is lying next to my bare feet, and I’m suddenly speechless. I can hear Kami carrying on about how summer went by too fast, and how she’d better get a good night’s sleep tonight. I can hear her, but I’m not listening, I’m not paying her any mind at all as I reach down and lift the boxers into my hands. I’m instantly inundated with visions of McCoy wearing nothing but these form-fitting briefs, standing in front of me, ready and willing, waiting for me to ravage him.
“Anyway, it’s late. I better get going,” Kami says, interrupting my thoughts.
“Er…ee…ah, yeah, okay. I’ll see you in the morning,” I manage, holding the stolen goods tightly in my hand. I remember Kami trying to goad me into stealing a of pair Coy’s underpants so many times when we were younger. I bet she’d howl if I had the balls to tell her what I did (even though I didn’t exactly know I’d be getting a twofer), and that she’d have a few ideas of what exactly I should do with these bonus boxers. I guess what she doesn’t know won’t kill her.
“You will, you lucky thing,” she says, “coffee in hand. ’Night.”
“Goodnight,” I say, hitting end. I slide the Pearl Jam T-shirt over my head, and cuddle into its warmth, relishing the fact that the cloth which is now touching my skin has touched his skin so many times over the years.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I take a quick look around my room as if to make sure I’m truly alone. Still clutching the boxer shorts, I run my hands all over the soft cottony material, realizing how good they feel, how snug they might actually be on Coy’s slim hips and tight ass. I imagine how they might highlight those sexy V-shaped lines known as the iliac furrows, the Adonis belt, or—in Coy’s case—the Major Drool Inducers, the ones I’ve seen so many times when he’s worn swim shorts over the years. I picture how hot the boxers would look falling onto a heap with the the rest of his clothes…
Feeling a surge of excitement pulsing through my body at these thoughts, I slowly bring them up to my face and rub my cheek against the material, flushing at the way they feel against my now-ignited skin. Closing my eyes, I imagine myself on my knees before him, his hard length pulsing against my cheek through the fabric, teasing and testing us both as he waits for me to make my move. I feel my nipples tighten against his T-shirt, and I’m a goner. Balling the material up with both hands, I position the underwear under my nose and take a long deep sniff, committing the scent of the detergent he uses to memory.
Realizing what I’ve just done, I open my eyes. “Jesus Christ. I just sniffed his underwear. I’m a panty sniffer! I’m a Facebook-Creeping-Boxer-Sniffing-Psycho,” I scold myself, quickly flinging Coy’s briefs towards my hamper in shame. I watch them land with a soft flumppf on the floor beside it. Groaning in frustration, I slip under my covers and reach over to turn off my bedside lamp. It’s time to shut this shit down before I do something crazy…like put them on.
May 3, 2007
Dear May,
Hello, my eternal keeper of secrets. Have I got a juicy bit of information for you today. I saw Coy in his underwear! They were white, and his cute little bum was practically in my face when I went to put a load of laundry in this afternoon. Apparently, he didn’t realize anyone was home. He’d just come back from soccer practice and had just had a shower. Too bad I couldn’t walk in on that, eh? Anyway, he was crouching down, sorting his clothes when I came storming in, and wow!!! Coy’s butt; it’s a tight butt!!! Kami tried so hard to get me to steal a pair of his undies, trying to convince me they would be my key to popularity. I just laughed and told her this was real life, not the movie “Sixteen Candles”, and there was no way that I was going to charge people to see his underpants in the high school bathroom, even if I did have a pair. Which, of course, I didn’t and never would…but still. If I did, I would totally keep them just for me.
TTFN,
East
*
“Holy shit,” I pant, bolting up in bed, my breathing erratic, warmth blooming in my belly and unfurling between my legs in reaction to the dream I’ve just had. One starring Coy, of course. He was hovering over me in my bed, his lust-filled eyes melding with mine as he pushed his massive cock inside me for the first time, our bodies fusing together as he slid inside me over and over again.
“Jesus,” I shiver, trying to regulate my heightened senses as the last of the tingles dances along my skin, and the vivid images from the dream start to fade now that I’m awake.
Letting out a steadying breath, I turn over to glance at the alarm clock. I’m relieved to see that it’s just past midnight, but maybe not so relieved to know it was all only a dream.
“God, I’m pathetic. I’m a walking contradiction of come here and go away,” I snap, fluffing my pillows before resting my head down again.
Lying in the silence of my dark room with the soft glow of the moonlight sneaking in through the slats of my blinds, my mind races with thoughts of how Coy would feel as he took me. As the images infiltrate my mind, I feel a familiar flush creeping over my skin again, my body feeling mildly hotter. I run my hands down between my legs, feeling how soft the skin is there. A few strokes of the hand are all it would take to send me off into oblivion. I feel myself start to throb again, as I rest my hand where I need the most attention, my breathing fluctuating as I think years back to the night of the most memorable Labour Day party of them all. I was almost nineteen, and it was the night I’d never forget. It was the night of The Out-of-Body Chips Encounter.
Drumming my fingers nimbly over my nipples, I close my eyes and give in to the memory of the night where the lines of what Coy and I had between us had gotten blurred. A night we’d never spoken of since, maybe because we’d both been drinking, or the fact that we knew it had been too close a call? Or maybe because he’d simply forgotten and I was too much of a total chickenshit to broach the subject, wanting to save face in case he flipped out and told me that what happened in my bedroom and then later in the basement had all been just a drunken mistake? I hadn’t ever been able to find the courage to bring it up, so we never had.
Whatever the case, it was the night I’d given my soul to the boy with the lopsided grin, who had turned into the man who ended up ruining me for all others.