The Party_(14)

Part 1

“Jesus, we’re going to be late again,” I think to myself as I sit on the couch in the living room, head propped on one hand.

It was Saturday, the night of the Doonsberg party and there was no getting out of it. The neighbors down the street had invited us to their mansion months ago. RSVPs had been made, calenders checked and rechecked, phone calls made. In short, it was a done deal.

If ever there had been a night for a party, this was it. The full moon of the late summer’s eve gazes down lazily over the rural community. A light fog has settled in, filling the air with a mysterious hint of something that cannot be said but only felt, anticipated. A solitary croak of an old bullfrog seeking a mate makes another tired attempt. It’s like a scene from a movie, simply waiting for the actors to come in and bring it to life.

I look at my watch again. 9 o’clock. I don’t really mind that we are missing the party as I find the Doonsberg’s a bore. A pompous rich couple whose only pursuit is business and who find it difficult to hold a conversation without commenting on the price of things. They made me want to puke. I just don’t like being late on principle. Uncouth, you know.

“Honey, for gods sake, let’s go and get this over with already. I’m sure you look…” I begin to shout, only to find the words caught in my throat as you appear in the doorway.

A mischievous grin plays upon your lips as you see my reaction to your sudden appearance. I can’t tear my eyes off you. Clad only in a strapless little black dress that borders the line of decency and a pair of black heels, you look like a wet dream come true. Your hair falls straight around your face, tickling your shoulder blades and accenting your darkly made up eyes and full red lips. Your perfume leaves me feeling heady and I flare my nostrils, desperate for more.

Clearing my throat, I break myself from my reverie. I stand up, adjust my erection which has suddenly sprung to life, and cross the distance towards you. We share a smile and I kiss you on the cheek, careful not to smudge anything. I linger near your ear and say, “You look gorgeous, honey… You know, we aren’t that late.”

You laugh, a noise that tingles in my ears, and and swat me playfully. “Be good, stud, and maybe we can have a little fun later.”

I sigh, resign myself to sainthood for the night and tuck my hard-on up under my belt.