Two Ls...

We were sitting around the room, smoking, drinking, eating pizza. Conversation was light, small talk mainly. I kept glancing at her body, her small curves contrasting with her bust. I knew she noticed, yet she never said anything. Conversation, and wine, flowed, our talk moved into more intimate territory. I was waiting for this, my history with people preceded with her, yet she didn't noticed the connection until I opened my mouth. She questioned my sexuality, my 'skills', as it were, my bedpost, all the things that go around with my story. I answered honestly, keeping an eye on my girl's expression. She watched us quietly, whether through fascination or terror, I never knew. The questions kept coming, each one more and more revealing than the last. I told her, with all honest intention, that I was felling turned on from the conversation. She merely smiled, and so did my girl. I smiled in kind, more out of thought than respect, the thought of what I could do to her, what pleasures, and pains, she would experience. I already know her limits, she told me so over the phone. I left the room, in need of a glass, thinking about the wine I was drinking, thinking of offering her a glass. She had declined before, but she had a few bottles of Ice left, but now she was on empty, so I thought to keep her occupied. I was a mere moment, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I return to the room to find a different view. I found them together, my girlfriend and her, together in each other's arms. I knew them two have got close before, but not to what they were doing. Their hands explored each other, t-shirts rising above their breasts. Their hands massaged each other. Lips, locked in a tight embrace, tongues twisting. I sat down and shut the door, they never showed any notice at all. My girl's hand slid down beneath her friends waist, beneath her jeans. I saw a flair of pleasure, a shock of lusty pleasure shooting up her back. My lover's mouth moved down, wrapping along the contours of her neck. I poured three more glasses, the white greneche's sweet scent exiting my lips. I a little longer, seeing the lust and pleasure before me, and wondered whether to let them enjoy each other, or to join in...