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...

Initiating...

Sweet wine trickled down my throat. The air in the room was hot, even with the fan on at full, sexual tension reaching fever pitch. The girls, though tipsy on the wine, couldn't be relaxed, their nerves restraining them from making the first step. I look to the only other man in the room. An European, his amiable demeanour softened my mood. I needed to get things going, thinking what I could do to break the ice. Then it came to me, the one thing that I know relaxes people. I reach for the draw, sifting through the things to find what I required. I find the lotion underneath one of my silk ties, prompting another thought to cross my mind, making me smile. I stand up, sliding the bottle into my back pocket. I turn to one of the girls, my partner's best mate, and offer a massage, as I noticed that her shoulders seemed tense. She looked to her European boyfriend, who, with a smile on his face, nodded. She agrees, asking where she needs to be.

"Lie on your stomach, and remove your clothes." The experienced smile on my face spreads, my eyes tracing the contours of her neck.She does as she is asked, lying down to remove her bra. I sit beside her, warming the lotion between my hands. I work from the bottom, spreading the cream around her back. Her skin was soft, supple, I wanted to reach down and taste her neck. I restrain my impulse, and carry on with my duty. Slow, rhythmical movements trace her contours. Within a few short minutes, I notice her body, slowly relaxing herself in my company. I look over to the others, they were whispering to each other, their conversation inaudible over the music. I smile a them, and beckon for my girlfriend to come over. I tell her to take over, and to concentrate on her points. She does so nicely, the girl barely noticing the change. I walk to the Euro, and whisper something to him.

"In a moment, go and kiss my girl's neck, slowly." In his eyes, he sees the pattern I'm playing, and nods his head, gripping the arms of the chair he is sitting on.I sit on the table, turning the sound down a notch, and lit up a cigarette. I watch him move slowly, a panther on the hunt, and gracefully mould himself to my woman. I hear the wet kisses, I see his hands exploring her, I watch her back arch. Soon, the other notices the lack of movement on her back, and turns her head. Her eyes go wide, seeing the scene played out before her, then wider as I move to her. I stroke her face, telling her to let it go naturally, and lean in to take her lips...

Friday Fill-Ins!

1. Life is good right now.

2. I will keep going.

3. My last text message (or IM) ended in these three words: I love you.

4. Mince is what I'm thinking about for dinner sometime soon.

5. On the 1st day of August I enjoyed my life.

6. My girl lively and energetic.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to good times, tomorrow my plans include a car boot sale :L and Sunday, I want to see the family!