Cinco de Mayo boys

Saturday morning I “slept in” until 9:00, then got ready for the day. I drew on my swimsuit, sandals, and v-neck. i threw my work uniform into the back of my car, and drove towards a car wash fundraiser. i was expecting to see diligent honor students in abundance, but found 3 handsome young men, all with nice bodies, two of which were soccer players, none from honors. At first i thought i would be out of place but eventually felt indifferent among the hotties, sudsing the cars and getting wet all the same. Then i had to work. Jessica Soto, my bagger for the day at woodmans. She’s awesome, but can be mentally slow at times. From 2-11 all i really did was play a game with a nice boy which consisted of stealing as many glances from each other inbetween customers. By 10pm the boy, his bagger, Jessica and I were the only ones left and we had lotsa fun! “should i go? I won’t know anybody…” i asked Jessica. She told me to go, and I’m glad she did. At 11:30, after dropping off Jessica, i drove over to 513 bird street in elgin. i was on my way to a party, invited by a guy i had met on Facebook merely two days before, 2hours past my bedtime. The invitee said there would still be people there and that i could show up however i liked. “in my work uniform?” He said no one would mind. So i drove on in my woodmans turtleneck with light jeans and worn sneakers. As i turned the corner, my senses were immediately intensified by the sight of so many cars along both sides of the street. ‘i wonder if most of these belong to other neighbors.’ shortly after, i saw it. A chicago-style house with pulsating strobe lights on one floor and changing colored lights on the second. I could see silhouettes in the window and many people loitering outside. i had to drive to the end of the street to park next to a fire hydrant. i texted my sister - if i don’t call by 1, come to 513 bird st - an insurance message. it was 11:40 and the Facebook guy called to find me on the street. it was dark but he found me and we cordially met. I couldn’t see his face, before i walked into the door i noticed mass hysteria as people around me payed attention to nothing but their own laughter and the fumes exhaled with it.
i was finally able to see him, the strobe lights periodically outlining his shape. he wasn’t like the Facebook picture, he was a bit rounder, so i tried to keep from looking at his face to avoid total disappointment. amongst these people i did stand out. They offered me beer, pot, bottles of tequila and whiskey. “I’ll just have water”. Holding a water bottle in my hand, i stood out even more. my invitee was drunk. i was relieved to see one person at least that i recognized, an old workout buddy. But i only nodded at him, never talked to him, i didn’t want him to see me with a boy. the boy and i went into the strobe-lighted room and i convinced myself to have some sober fun. i watched him dance with a few girls, then i danced with a few girls, and then i was dancing with him.
i always wondered what position i would take when dancing with another guy. i guess it made sense that his larger body belonged behind mine. assuming the front position, feeling many eyes on us, i realized that i didn’t care about anything. in my woodmans uniform, water bottle in hand, i rocked my hips and bent my knees and twirled my waist and flexed my abs and waved my torso and threw my chin into the air and let my eyelids fall. he kept up well, but i was dancing impressively, although in feminine manner, very impressively. then he would leave and return, but no matter what i was dancing, i felt like i was the best one there, like i was as high as everyone else only more drunk and careless. I was only drinking water. after finally tiring, he invited me over to the couch. Only a few seconds after he wanted me closer, so i let loose and leaned against him. as he asked about the party, he rapidly gained flirting power. I agreed to lie against him while on his lap, his one arm around my waist and feeling my crotch, the other across my ribs and stroking my chest. At this point i didn’t care what he looked like, i let him feel me and slur his words into my neck. i was glad to be touched and tugged at. He caught on. he told me i was beautiful and a really nice boy. This made me laugh, but then he said i was fit. The reason i workout is for gay attention, but this was the first time that attention towards my physical body was validated. I was shocked at how powerful the three letters were. I wanted to hear it again, i wanted him to prove it further without telling him to. He did. He felt me more and i welcomed it, water bottle in hand and woodmans turtleneck in sweat. i saw a bright figure from the corner of my eye, someone in a white shirt. I turned my head and through lazy lids saw it move towards me, seeming to teleport thanks to the strobe lights. then it was standing in front of me. A Mexican in a white shirt with a sombrero and riding boots on, my dad. i didn’t freak out, i pointed at him “that’s my dad. I’ll see you later” i got up from his lap and followed my dad through he crowd and onto the street. my mother and sister were waiting in the car.
he wasn’t mad, he was sad. He said he wanted to punch the guy in the face, but that seeing me ontop of him made him weak. He said he would never forget the image, and yet i can’t remember the guy’s face, and yet all i had was water. im glad he showed up, it wasn’t my scene, although i made it work, woodmans uniform and all. I still have a desire for the romantic date with a smart-witted boy, not too handsome but near my level and being lovely sober. the next day i was to work in the morning, so i slept by 3. Those were my Cinco de Mayo boys!

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