Kaonashi Ga Suki

A couple of you expressed your curiosity as to how my story ended, but before I finish it, I’ll talk about the events of the previous night first.

I think I mentioned in a past post that during my junior year in college I had to break up with my boyfriend because he had left for Japan to teach. Of course I was incredibly upset and angry for a very long time, but eventually I realized that I had to move on with my life. I had to meet new people. I tried the Internet thing, but it didn’t exactly work out. See this story and this story for further details.

In addition to wanting to meet new people, I started acting differently in general. I drank more. I took up smoking. I flirted more with guys. I told myself that I should be having fun, and not be bogged down by one person.

Some time in January my friend “Ariel” invites me to her birthday party. At the time, she was living in San Diego, so I thought that it would be a fun weekend trip. I invited my friend the cartoonist with me. At that point we were just friends and nothing else.

The party kicked into full swing quickly. Since Ariel and her roommates lived near a naval base, they knew many sailors, and many showed up at the party. In fact, Ariel was once married to a navy man, but they had separated a few months ago. She started seeing a new guy, who I’ll call Rusty, though they weren’t really serious at the time.

At first I was feeling kind of shy and reserved, like I always was at parties. I hadn’t had any liquid courage yet so I was still acting on my natural instinct (to feel shy and want to blend in the background). I felt a little awkward since I didn’t really know anyone except Ariel and the cartoonist. The cartoonist was out of place as well. He didn’t drink and couldn’t stand the inebriated guests, so he kept himself occupied by playing with Ariel’s cat in one corner of the room. However, as the night went on, I drank more and more, and became more relaxed.

I don’t remember how it happened, but I started talking to Navy Boy. He had blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a charming little accent that I couldn’t place -Chicagoan? Pennsylvanian?- but made him all the more interesting. Cute as he was, he wasn’t perfect. For one thing, he had too many spaces between some of his teeth, and I’m a stickler for nice teeth. Wearing a retainer for a year could fix them, I thought. Also, he was short- only 5′6″. I preferred taller men. Still, he was cute enough to flirt with. As it turned out, Navy Boy was Rusty’s roommate.

We started dancing with each other, and before I knew it, we were kissing. Part of me was surprised at this turn of events. Such actions were against my natural character. I wanted to stop, but the rest of me didn’t care. We stopped dancing and ended up full on making out on the couch. I knew that everyone could see, and perhaps people were even watching, but I didn’t care. I was having fun.

Some time in the wee hours of the morning, the party eventually died down. Those too drunk to drive spent the night at Ariel’s place to sleep off the alcohol. Navy Boy was one of them. We messed around a lot as the others slept, but since he didn’t have a condom, we didn’t have sex.

The next morning an angry cartoonist confronted me. He was upset that I’d made a spectacle of myself and couldn’t believe that I was acting so irrationally. Although I was embarrassed about it myself, I was annoyed at him for scolding me in such a manner. After all, I was just having a little fun. In a way, because I was outside of Los Angeles, I felt like a different person. I wanted to be a different person. I didn’t want to be the usual shy, quiet LA Toni. I wanted to be wild and lushy San Diego Toni.

Now, going back to my previous story…so what happened after he was helping me wash puke off my face, hair, and hands?

I’ll tell you.

Navy Boy said something like, “Hmmm…it looks like not all the puke’s coming out of your hair. Maybe you should jump in the shower instead. Then we can really get you cleaned up.”

Although I was drunk, I was fully aware of the situation. I knew the real reason behind him wanting me in the shower, and it ain’t about cleanliness. Nevertheless, I didn’t care. I was feeling stupid and reckless and agreed to it, so I took off my clothes and got in the shower.

“Brrr! The water’s cold!” I yelped, rubbing my wet, bare arms with my hands. As I ran my hands down my hair to get it wet, Navy Boy stared hungrily at me, a small smile on his face.

After a couple of minutes, he said, “Ummmm…maybe I should get in there and help you out”. He took off his own clothes and joined me in the shower. At first he made some feeble attempts to “clean” me, like shampooing my hair and soaping my arms, but his erection betrayed what was really on his mind. He finally dropped all pretenses and kissed me. To skip all the gory details, let’s just say that we messed around in the shower. A lot. And it was fun.

Suddenly we heard voices coming from the door, which was ajar.

“So THIS is where you guys went!” said my friend Ariel. She was with a few people, who giggled drunkenly at us. “You guys like, totally disappeared on us!”

“Hey man, we just wanted to be alone!” Navy Boy laughed. “Get out of here!”

“Yeah, go already!” I chimed in, also laughing.

Ariel and the others looked at our clothes that lay on the bathroom counter. Before we could do anything, they ran over, grabbed our clothes, and ran with them!

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS?! BRING OUR CLOTHES BACK!” we yelled.

“SO COME GET THEM!” yelled Ariel back as they closed the door.

“I can’t believe those guys just took our clothes,” I said.

“Eh well,” he said, and resumed kissing me.