March 12, 2005

My tongue grazed the skin on her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine. I wanted her to stay with me.

“But I have to be at work,” she said, her voice faltering.

“Don’t go. Let’s spend the day naked and go bowling in the evening.” Sometimes I can be goddamn seductive.

She closed her eyes, sighing when my lips found her earlobe. For a moment I thought she would stay, but she opened her eyes again, determined to leave. Instead of letting her go I tickled her savagely, our naked bodies squirming on the bed and laughter echoing throughout the apartment.

She managed to get her clothes on while I kissed her and groped her ass.

“You’re a devil with a hard-on,” she said laughing. I was fantastically turned on.

She left after one final kiss in the doorway, my erection pressed against her belly. I took care of my erection, got into my clothes, and went across the road to get coffee. In the cafe, babies in purple snowsuits gazed at me for indecent periods of time. They somehow knew I was the one who farted; I stuck my tongue out and they kept staring.

When I arrived at the Duke of Funk, the bowling alley was packed with beautiful people who looked radioactive in the dark. Impressively, many of the people I ran into had blogs: Dave, Amy, Shirley, Anthony, Clemens, Sra, Craig, Greg, Sherry, Lenna, Carly, and Ashley. This wasn’t just a bowling tournament — it was an orgy of hypertext.

I went around touching everyone and shoving my camera in their faces. Momentarily blinded by the flash, Amy threatened to kick my ass. Shirley was the only one who enjoyed the attention: she was glowing and wonderful.

“Did you grope with Laura this afternoon?” she asked when she noticed that I was also glowing and flailing my arms all over the goddamn place.

“Oh, we did more than just grope. We snuck into my friend’s house — I had his spare key.”

“Oh! Tudor! You’re taking advantage of your friends for sex?!” She was shocked.

“No, it’s not like that. We just needed somewhere to go.” I tried to explain my predicament. “And we didn’t leave any cum stains.”

“Where did you do it?” She wasn’t buying it.

“On his bed,” I said.

“Tudor! You’re an awful friend. I would never give you my spare key!”

“But I’m a decent human being. Really, I am.”

Shirley laughed and went away to be happy. I ate cake and cheered on my teammates until my throat ached. Happy, happy, happy, Dave and I walked back towards the school in the cool night after the bowling tournament ended. We played scrabble and I held Laura in my arms once I found her again. Apparently, her work wasn’t as exciting as bowling.

“You should have been there to defend me from Shirley,” I said and she laughed shaking her head.