Crowding you close... hemming you up... between the three ofthem... so close... that you can feel them... pressing against you...and surrounding you...... from all sides... the warmth... and the heat...from their bodies... underneath their clothes... you can even smell...their unwashed scent... and the sweat... the unfamiliar smell...emannting... from their male body odor... as they start running theirhands... up and down... and all over you... "wail... guess whut?... duhthree uhh us... wee gonna. I sat down to unlace them, ‘Leave them on,’ she croaked, what a freak. Soon her mouth was on mine. She kept flicking her tongue across my lips, her sexuality decidedly playful. I pulled her tongue into my mouth what my own, suckling it deeply, building our mutual heat. I allowed one hand to stray and grab a handful of her right breast. I ran my thumb across her nipple repeatedly. Her breathing became heavy, labored. I pushed her off of my lap onto the couch. Taking in her immaculate. The lights were out, so we were only lit by the glow of the television, and about halfway through the movie he put his foot on the back of my thigh. He was resting it there, on top of the blanket that covered me, and I immediately lost all concentration on the movie, only aware of the warm feeling of his foot on my leg. After about five minutes, what seemed like forever, he slowly moved his foot along my leg so that his toes stroked the back of my butt, and then back down my thigh all the way. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective bubble of friends, alcohol and distraction. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and eating ice-cream, a skill that I had so phallically perfected that it could weaken the knees.