Monday, May 3, 2010
It was late summer. The time when nights are cool. Bonfires and booze kept college girls in the boonies warm. I was spending the weekend with Ann and we were attending just such an event at her friend Charles' house. It was my first time meeting him, but we hit it off quickly and took to flirting heavily. Somehow, though this is not uncommon, my mouth got me in trouble. I don't know what I said to give him the idea, but Charles was like a bloodhound following a scent in the air. He knew he could wear us down, get us to do what he wanted. Ann and I were the first ones to arrive and in our pre-party alcohol haze, I can see us--in my mind's eye--giggling like school girls as we drop to our knees in front of Charles. Ann is off to my left. The bonfire is behind us, small, but warming our skin almost too much after our drinks. His pants are already open as I turn to him. He's encouraging us, whispering urgently. "You know you want to," he says. Holding his pants with one hand and gently touching us each on the head with the other. He wasn't smooth. He wasn't suave. Best I can say is that he was a cute, awkward 20-something that also happened to be one lucky bastard. We were nervous of being caught. I looked around nervously as Ann took his head in her mouth. I looked up as he moaned and then it was my turn. We giggled as we glanced at each other, sharing him. We kissed. He told us how sexy we were. It barely lasted 5 min and we were brushing our knees off as he zipped his pants. Another friend had arrived and by the end of the party everyone would probably know just how lucky Charles thought he was. We didn't care. We were young and carefree. The specifics have all but faded from my memory, but I can still feel the excitement. The high of doing something so entirely sexy and naughty. I think of it every time I smell a bonfire in the late summer air.