Page 25 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
Then I got dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved Christmas t-shirt. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I hesitated. Was I supposed to dress as a little for the party today?
No. First, breakfast. Then, little time.
I had it all laid out on my bed. My pink onesie pajamas with feet. Big blue buttons fastened the flap at the back. I kept running my fingers over the roundness, pressing them down.
I looked at my Santa plushie still asleep amid the covers of my unmade bed. Should I take him with me to the party? Yes. It seemed appropriate.
I knew this was a safe space. Everyone here expected littles to behave like, well, littles. But an inner fear kept popping up that I’d be laughed at. That I was going too far.
In my mind, I could hear Briar speaking right now. “You can never go too far with this crowd.”
I trusted his voice.
I wanted to hear it again, so I rushed downstairs to the breakfast buffet I knew would be waiting.
When I ran into the room, Briar was already there loading up his plate. There was only one other guy at the buffet. I didn’t yet know his name.
Briar had on a plaid, flannel shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular, tanned forearms.
“Mornin’.”
“Hi, Briar. Can I sit next to you again?”
“I welcome it.”
I loaded my plate and went to the table. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“It sure is.”
“I love this day. It’s exciting.”
“Me, too.”
Uncle Trent and Ozzy entered next. Uncle Trent saw me sitting next to Briar and one of his dark eyebrows rose in a way that made me shiver. I had noticed the tension. He tried to hideit, but I could see and read body language pretty well. I knew they were friends, so why did he have a problem with me and Briar spending time together?
It was a little bothersome, but I could deal with it. I decided I was going to talk to him about it. But not right now.
Uncle Trent sat beside me with Ozzy on his other side. I liked the attention of sitting between two burly daddies.
More people traipsed in.
Breakfast was a fun time. The tree in the corner was all lit up, the many-colored lights twinkling. The table decorations for today were pinecones and silver metal trees, all very tasteful.
This was the private time, now, with no more outsiders coming, only close friends staying the week, so people talked openly about kink and the upcoming kink party. There would be outsiders at the party, I learned, but none would be unknowns.
When breakfast was finished, Uncle Trent stood up and said, “All right. Presents and treats in the main lounge for those who want to come. We’ll spend a leisurely day today and tomorrow. You can explore the area all you want. And my gym on the north side is open.”
Some of the guys said they had plans for outdoors, like cross country skiing. But others were going to join us littles and daddies. Maybe they were littles and daddies, too. I had not yet found out.
We all spread out to get ready.
I told Briar I had to change but would be back down soon.
He smiled. “The onesie, I hope?”
I nodded and ran away.
It was both weird and exhilarating to change into pajamas I’d never worn before to parade myself in front of others. I was pleased to note they fit perfectly. I loved how they looked on me. The insides of the feet were so soft. I wanted to just sit in them all the time and color and play cars and puzzles and watchChristmas movies. To be this way with others who felt like me was a dream.
