This is an episodic piece that will be complete by week end.
We are leaving the club and heading for the cab. The synergy radiates off of our group – it is intoxicating. We are drunk on life. Hearts are racing and so are we. We laugh like the dumb, young kids we are as we fumble into the back of the cab. In between our fits of laughter, we somehow slip the destination to the driver and we are on our way.
A. is picture perfect sitting between J. and I. I look over and enjoy my beautiful new friends…and those deviant grins! I take a breath filled with gratitude. I want to see them kiss. I ask. She leans over, grabs his face, and lays some passion on him. As she does, her leg presses against mine. Simple and electrifying, it moves me to action. I place my hand on A's, grab it and then move it to her thigh. Her leg quivers against mine. Their show is hot and I encourage them to keep kissing. Butterflies flutter. Slow little touches can drive a person wild. I dance my fingertips along her leg and then gently caress it – up and down. Her legs are a delight to my curious hand. She looks over to me and I give her a tight squeeze. She grabs my knee. I take J.'s hand and place it on the inside of her other thigh and move it down and up, up, and up…He picks up on the cue and continues to explore her leg and give her gentle rubs. She puts her head back and lets out the sexiest, slightest sigh as her hands crawl up our legs. The cabbie looks back in his rear view mirror. We are lost in our own ecstasy, we pay no attention. We pull into the hotel parking lot. Before we get out though, I need to feel. I quickly slip my hand in between A's thighs…wet. Her pleasure is my pleasure. Butterflies ride a roller coaster.
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