FORMAL!!! 4/28/2004
Formal was all I had expected it to be and more...heheh...So the day started off pretty crummy. Nationals was here questioning everyone all day...people were canceling hair appointments and running around getting frantic. I refused to go to the initiation ceremony because I had errands to do, and from what I'd been hearing, the National representative were being really nasty to everyone. So I figured if they were going to take away our chapter for hazing that I never even participated in, then to hell with it, nothing would change their minds if I was there or not.
Christine told me to be ready by about 2-2:30 so I told Henry to be ready by 1:30 just to be safe. Yeah...we didn't leave til five-thirty. I was going to kill Christine. I went to Henry's dorm around 3 o'clock, and still couldn't get a hold of Christine. She told me to wait another hour for her, so he and I did errands. We got to her apartment complex by a little after four...she still hadn't called me and wasn't picking up her phone. I decided that Henry and I should wait in the car for a little while until she called. We talked about random stuff, just chillen, while he smoked. Finally at five I decided to go to Christine's apartment to see if she was there. She wasn't there, and still getting ready. Finally by five-thirty we packed up the car and left. Henry made fun of my car the entire ride there...I was going to kill him. That's how we are though..we just insult each other constantly.
We got lost going to the hotel..figures. The parking garage we were supposed to go to was closed down so we drove around in circles looking for another one. By this time is was about 6:30...I thought dinner had started at 7, so I was flipping out...Henry still hadn't showered and I needed to get dressed and put on make-up. Everything worked out though. We found a parking garage and found our way to the hotel. The weather was gorgeous so the walk to the hotel wasn't that bad at all.
Checking in was no problem and the room we has was stunning. Apparently, all the rooms were different or something. The girl who planned the formal, Amy, also had a king-sized bed in her room, but she had complained that her room was much smaller than mine.
Henry was awesome. I was trying to figure out a way to fit three liquor bottles and ice into the tiny ice bucket the hotel provided, when he took the three bottles and ice from me and turned our bathroom sink into an ice chest for alcohol...I thought it was pretty clever. While he showered I turned myself into a girl...I looked so odd with my hair done and no make-up on, with my everyday 'blah' clothes. He came out showered and in a tux, looking very hot. I couldn't help but smile. I told him he looked pretty good so he says "You don't look too bad yourself." Hehehe...I looked damn good that night...We did some shots of Bacardi Gold and tequila before going down for dinner.
We went downstairs to have some appetizers and dinner. We got to the ballroom fifteen minutes early, and after eating for a bit we decided to go back upstairs and do more shots...hehe..that's why he's so cool, sometimes we share the same brain. After doing more shots we went back downstairs where dinner had already started. All the egg rolls were gone...:o(...The food was pretty good although I didn't eat too much...my dress didn't exactly allow much room.
We went back upstairs to drink more after dinner. Everyone was trooping through our room that night. Corinne was there with her date, Jay, and Danielle G. was there with her date, Jordan. Nicole and her boyfriend Mike, Lisa and her boyfriend Dave, Amy and Ron, Danielle B. and Davi...the people just kept coming. I asked Jay to take a picture of me and Henry...I sat down on the bed next to Henry to pose for a picture when Jay was like "Do a position." I laughed, but Henry took it seriously...he grabbed me and rolled on top of me on the bed and then turned and smiled for the camera...I need to make sure my mother never sees that picture.
After dinner we went back up to the room to drink more. People kept coming in and out of our room, which I loved, because it gave me a chance to play bartender. At one point everyone had left the room and it was just me and Henry. I’m not quite sure how we made it onto the bed, or who initiated it, we wound up kissing. I was on top of him for awhile with my legs on either side of him, and he was on top of me for awhile. While I was on top of him he put his hands up my dress and into my underwear. At first he was just rubbing my ass, but then he moved his hands towards my vagina. I think that’s when he rolled me over. He pulled down the top of my gown, which I didn’t wear bra with, and started kissing and sucking my breasts. He was actually really good at it; he took his time with each side of my chest, kissing them alternately, and kissing my cleavage. His hands slid further into my underwear, and he started to finger me. It felt so good…it felt as if he was everywhere…and technically he was.
Then there was a loud pounding on the door, and someone calling my name from the outside. I flipped out, and shoved Henry to the side. I have no idea why I did that; the door was locked. Like an asshole I answered the door; it turned out to be Corinne, who told me we were taking pledge class pictures in the ballroom. Normally I would've loved to, but at that particular time I could've killed her. Henry and I ended up leaving with her to go downstairs. On the elevator ride down I kept mouthing "I’m sorry" to Henry who just shook his head nonchalantly at me. On the one hand, I’m glad I went down to formal for the last hour to hang out with everyone…on the other hand it really really sucked to be interrupted.
So we're on the elevator and I kept turning to Henry mouthing "I'm sorry!" I felt so bad...but in a way I'm glad Corinne came to get me because I probably would've missed the last hour of formal; it would've sucked because I was only in the ballroom for the thirty minutes I was eating. The last hour was Henry and I danced when he wasn't talking to his frat brothers. I was dancing with my friends, taking pictures, dancing on a chair (which security made me get off of), and just being a goof with everyone. Formal ended and the after parties began...
After the after party in our hotel room, and the security guards kicked everyone out, Henry and I ended up hooking up again. Basically we did the exact same shit as before, but this time I had PJs on…it was kind of a waste to bring them since they ended up being on the floor most of the time anyway. Anyway, we were hooking up on the bed, and everything felt good, but I couldn’t get…err…aroused this time. He was fingering me, and even went down on me, but I couldn’t get wet. The oral sex was pretty good. I’m surprised he did it actually, even if it wasn’t for very long. He kept saying to me, "Get wet dammit." Like it was a conscious decision or something…I was on top of him for awhile, and he was on top of me. He entered me once, quickly, and then withdrew. It didn’t feel good to him because I wasn’t lubricated, and it hurt me because A) I only had sex once before and B) he was trying to enter me dry. The foreplay was hot though. He kept rubbing and sucking my chest and at one point was smacking my ass while I was straddling him.
I didn’t know what else to do so I suggested that we go into the bathtub to help with the dryness issue. We stumbled from the bed into the bathroom, kissing, all along with the room completely dark. I ran a warm water tub and he climbed in first. I straddled him in the tub and tried to get myself wet with the bath water. Finally, after the tub was half full and we were both sufficiently wet, we started having sex. It still hurt at first, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want him to know it was only my second time having sex. I was basically sitting on him with my hands on his chest, and I was moving myself up and down his penis. The sex was definitely a little rough…he was really thrusting himself hard into me. Towards the end he asked, "Do you want me to pull out when I’m finished?" I wanted to lecture him on the stupidity of the withdrawal method. There are still sperm ejaculated into the vagina via pre-cum, which can still get a girl pregnant even if he pulls out before he fully ejaculates. However, I felt it really wasn’t the best time for a safe-sex lecture, since we were, in fact, having sex without a condom. So I just told him that he didn’t need to pull out, that I was on birth control pills. He said afterwards, "I’m about to come..I’m almost there…" Then he just didn’t. I felt kind of disappointed. I mean, if we were going to have sex without a condom I felt I should at least get to feel him come inside of me.
He got out of the tub first and went into the bedroom while I stayed in the bathroom and dried off. I went into the bedroom with my towels on and got my clothes. I got dressed in the bathroom and then went back into the bedroom while Henry was complaining about his inability to come. I kept telling him not to worry about it, that maybe it was my fault. He blamed it on pledging and "not being able to do anything for two months." I wanted to ask him what exactly he was doing before pledging, but didn’t have the courage. He then said that we went into the bathroom at 2:40 and came out at 3:10 which was "pretty good." Was he watching the time while we were fooling around or something…? But I had to admit, it was definitely better than my first time. And at least Henry had no problems getting, and maintaining an erection. We both snuggled under the covers and settled down for the night. He rolled me over to my side and spooned me before we both went to sleep. Well, he went to sleep…I stayed up until almost 5 am thinking about what I’d done…
It was 7 am when I opened my eyes to look at the clock on my cell phone. Check-out was at noon, but I had to take my hair out of the impossibly complicated hairdo my hairdresser designed, shower, and clean up our pig-stye of a room which everyone trashed the night before.
Henry must’ve saw me move because a few minutes later he started rubbing my arm and kissing my shoulder. I really wanted another hour and a half of sleep, so I pretended to be sleeping, but it didn’t deter him. He continued kissing my shoulder and his hand moved onto my breast, then in my shirt, rubbing my breast, and finally into my bra. He took off my bra, which I was very impressed with, since Chris never learned that skill, and started rubbing both of my breasts. At that point I took off my shirt and rolled over to him. He started putting his hand down my pants again, so I removed my pants and underwear. He removed his pants but kept his shirt on for some reason. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered while kissing me. I thought it was really sweet of him to say that..even if he did already wake me up. Once again though, the fingering didn’t work. I just couldn’t get aroused. "Get wet dammit," he kept saying. "I’m getting mad," he said half jokingly. I didn’t know what to do and just felt really embarrassed.
Finally he said, "I have some lube I could use." I Oked it, but then started thinking, "Why did he bring it? Did he expect sex? Is sex so common for him he brings lube with him whenever he’s with a girl? How come he brought lube and not condoms?" He put the lube inside of me and then on himself, which definitely helped. I was on top of him again, riding him pretty hard. I wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he kept telling me to sit up. Finally, as I was taking off his shirt, he rolled me onto my back and told me that we were switching positions. I didn’t know if that’s how he liked sex, or if I was just doing a really bad job at riding him. He was laying flat on top of me, with his arms supporting his weight on either sides of my shoulders. My legs were bent and spread pretty wide to help with the pain, which was still there for the first few minutes. I liked having sex with him because he kissed me a lot during sex. I particularly enjoyed looking up into his face while he was riding me …his eyes were closed, his face furrowed in concentration. I was really enjoying it when he suddenly stopped and rolled off of me. If he came I didn’t feel it. I grabbed the covers, feeling very silly with my legs open and I’m naked in the bed in broad morning light. He helped me get the covers and then rolled me over to my side again and whispered "Come here." He spooned me again before we both fell asleep. He slept until 11:30; I woke up about an hour later to clean the room and get dressed.
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