Our original plan was to begin the evening at a local spot, for some drinks and live music. We soon realized after our arrival, that a five-piece band doesn’t necessarily lend itself to intimate conversation…and it would take just a few more cocktails before the three of us would be bumping and grinding on the dance floor. We picked a wall, enjoyed our beers, and then relocated to a pub down the street…that just so happened to provide an excellent jukebox.
It was a casual evening. Both Jack, and I were in jeans, and t-shirts…my grandfather’s hat tilted just to the right…Jack’s 5 o’clock shadow, turning heads at 8pm. Alicia looked even more stunning than on Sunday. Tight pants, hugged by knee high boots…a thick black belt, and fitting crème sweater complimented her voluptuous figure.
Jack and I played the first game of pool, while Alicia assembled a soundtrack. Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, James Brown…Dolly Parton!? You gotta love a girl that mixes “let’s get it on.” With “9 to 5.” I of course lost the first pool game. I directly attribute this to slow alcohol intake…everyone knows that pool skills go up, as pints go down.
*Tequila shots*
Alicia sauntered around the table, as Jack and I played our second game. Jack stopped her on more than one occasion, to steal a kiss, or squeeze. I tried to keep my concentration, despite her INENTIONALLY brushing up against me during my turns. Of course I lost once again…which prompted my decision to become a professional shuffleboard player. Shortly after my defeat, we made our way back to my incall
Jack settled in at the table with a scotch on the rocks, while Alicia made herself comfortable on the chaise lounge. After throwing some Ruth Brown on stereo, and a subtle nod from Jack…I moved to Alicia’s side of the room. I leaned down in front of her, placed her drink on the side table, a hand on under her chin…and pulled her in for a kiss…moments later tilting her head back while my lips touched her neck. Alicia repositioned to her back, while I worked my way around her clothing…planting kisses and nibbles, to the areas I had exposed. It wasn’t long till our clothes were in a pile on the floor, and Jack was unbuttoning his shirt.
Jack and I spent a fair amount of time both spoiling, and enjoying Alicia. I eventually excused myself, and took over J’s chair back at the table. Call me a voyeur, but the show was pretty amazing. I could have taken notes…but if I had left the room to grab a pen, I just might have missed the words “I love you,” being passed back and forth between our two stars of the evening.
As the night came to a close we laughed and poked fun at each other, while playfully tossing found articles of clothing around the room. How is it that I always lose a sock in these situations? Is it possible that one of the attendees stole my argyle sock, in hopes of capturing the essence of my shuffleboard skills? If so, I understand…consider it an early Christmas gift. ;)
Happy Anniversary Guys!
