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Dinner for five
December 11, 2005
When I arrived at Viviane’s place for dinner, she, Jefferson and Madeline were already in the kitchen, huddled over the bacon sizzling on the stove. I was meeting Madeline for the first time (though it didn’t feel like it) and introducing Seth to them. Speaking of: “Where’s Seth?” were some of the first words out of Viviane’s mouth. He was on his way, which gave us time for a little bit of general catch up and prying questions about the new guy in my life.
“Oh god, I’m so smitten,” I sighed.
Once he arrived, we got settled into the couch, drinking (straight to the bourbon for me: “It looks so lonely in this big glass, it needs more bourbon friends to play with!” and wine for everyone else) and yelling to Jefferson to hurry up with the bacon, shrimp and deviled eggs. Madeline came over to the couch to provide me with a bacon sample which I ate right out of her hand, declaring my love for bacon juice on a girl. When Jefferson presented the deviled eggs, one plate of them went flying in a catastrophic but comedic moment. Not missing a beat, I commanded him to get on the damn floor and eat the errant eggs. Some of the deviled bit of an egg had gotten on my boot, which I promptly raised to his lips - “Lick my boot, bitch!” For some reason, I take special delight in attempts to humiliate Jefferson and make him my bitch. Works like a charm.
We sat to a dinner expertly prepared by Viviane and shared lots of laughter, two kinds of pig meat, more bourbon and more of me taunting Jefferson and encouraging Madeline to show her boobs (how do I get away with being so creepy?). Seth had to cut out to go to work as we were wrapping up dinner, so he said his farewells and I walked him to the elevator, but only after I encouraged him to not go to work, because I am a very bad person.
After I returned from showing Seth out, everyone had comments to make.
“He’s sooooooo cute,” gushed Madeline.
“Not to mention nice and funny and easy to get along with,” said Viviane.
“Don’t fuck this up!” joked Jefferson.
(Reporting back to Seth on my friend’s opinions later, he said, “Dammit, I’m ruggedly handsome, not cute! Tell them to get the facts straight! I have a reputation to maintain, and it isn’t based on cuteness.”)
We spent most of the remainder of the evening talking about blogs, the differences between experiences of blogs and the internet for the lady bloggers and the lone gent blogger in the room, and managing interpersonal relationships when there is so much sexual and emotional exposure going on. Part personal experience, part cultural theory – all good.
After we stuffed ourselves with dessert (cupcakes, naturally), Madeline dashed off the to bedroom to retrieve her newest addition to her sex toy collection – a lovely black leather harness, ready for strapping it on. We discussed the merits of buckles versus dee-rings for adjustability, and she stripped down, trying to fit the harness to her lovely little frame. When some of the straps were a little too big, I suggested she get a fatter ass and Viviane scurried around looking for a leather punch. Guess who was being more helpful?
Jefferson started to turn on the wink-wink nudge-nudge charm, plopped himself on my lap and suggested that everyone could use a strap-on tutorial with my expertise. When the topic of sex between the two of us was raised, we laughed.
“The idea of Dacia and me having sex is like the idea of me eating sawdust,” Jefferson explained as I bounced him on my knee.
“Uhhhh… you mean, fucking hilarious?” I didn’t get an answer to that one, so I guess I have to pick apart that simile by myself. Nope. Still nothing. I would like seeing Jefferson eating sawdust (pure comedy gold!) much more than I’d like fucking him, but I’m not sure that was his point.
As becoming as the ladies were and as appealing as Madeline’s nakedness was looking – I begged off, citing a relationship conversation Seth and I had had earlier. If he hadn’t had to go to work, things would’ve been different, but as it was I opted to gracefully disentangle myself and make my way home. I’ve recently discovered these little things I like to call “self control” and “respect for the wishes of one’s partner,” which is kinda cool – if you’re into that kinda thing.
When I got my first breath of cold air a curious bit of holiday spirit hit, and I decided I was in the mood for a stroll to Rockefeller Center to see the tree (thought registered upon seeing it: “Damn, that’s one big motherfucking tree”). Not awed, but amused by the frenzy of the neighborhood this time of year, I slowly wandered downtown from there, wrapped in my scarf and hat, being one of those people you see walking down the street lost in thought, smiling to myself.
P.S. I suppose this post is a bit of a cock tease (a chaste evening with four sex bloggers! what the fuck?) for any one who is following the Madeline and Jefferson saga on their blogs, since chances are it’ll take them a while to blog about it. Their posts are guaranteed to be hotter than this one, so hold your horses.
Posted by Dacia at December 11, 2005 03:58 PM
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Comments
Seth is definitely ‘ruggedly handsome.’ Yes, indeedy.
And those cupcakes! I’m wondering what makes that frosting so dense and luscious. I think about a pound of butter.
Jefferson didn’t really plop himself down, so much as do a lap dance. Come to think of it, he’s like the little bratty brother around his big sister.
Posted by: Viviane at December 11, 2005 04:51 PM
Who knew deviled boots could be so delicious?
Rather makes me wonder about the taste of sawdust …
And you know, Seth’s insistence on his rugged manliness is just too cute for words.
Posted by: Jefferson at December 11, 2005 06:56 PM
seth is ruggedly handsome; “cute” is the way he is totally smitten with you! and how he tasted the two foods he dislikes so we wouldn’t pass judgement on him.
(sigh)
give me one month of eating pork fat and cupcakes with you and my ass will grow to epic proportions.
Posted by: madeline at December 13, 2005 11:13 PM
