In sweet expectation (Part 1)

24.06.2012 | By: Miriam

In the first part, Miriam starts to get herself involved in a dangerous triangle with her female friend and male acquaintance.

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Ariana told me that she liked getting involved with girls when she was a teenager – at parties, in wardrobes, even in the toilet in the library. She showed me a picture from that period. It was taken at the seaside. A female friend, dressed in a bathing suit, is embracing her around the waist. Ariana is standing in a flirtatious pose and her still pretty small breasts are put on display for the camera without any shame. I wonder, slightly jealously, who the photographer was.

“Let’s go,” she says to me when I can’t take my eyes off the flirtatious girl who’s grown up into this elegant woman who still exhibits her well-shaped body without any shame, but with more style. At this moment, she is wearing an extremely short skirt and red boots.

“Bob called half an hour ago!”

We head for a nearby pub, where her long-time friend Bob is waiting for us. She met him when she was a student, lost in an angst-filled city. He’s been trying to seduce her ever since, they keep exchanging fiery jokes about the passion which connects them, but at the same time they keep going over their sexual and emotional adventures with other partners. There’s never been anything sexual between them. At least so they say.

Bob is a short but charming man, about 40 years old. This is the age Ariana prefers and she often playfully tells him this. When he squeezes my palm strongly, he looks at me with characteristic sparks in his eyes. This man has promise, I think in inexplicable sweet expectation.

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The expectation increases when Bob starts explaining his attitude towards women. He speaks about how every woman has her spots, her frequency, her resonance and other pleasant things. Finally, I stop hearing these pleasant thoughts but only follow his caressing voice, which I feel more in my stomach than my ears, more between my legs than in my head. I drown in him like in a warm ocean which gently carries me who knows where and I’m not in the least worried about it. At this moment only this vibration matters... and perhaps also Ariana’s hot and provocative look a bit, as it registers the sparks between us with greed and pleasure.

After a few glasses of wine and some news about emotional turbulence on all sides, I tell them about my last adventure: “He told me I have the boobs of a forty year-old!”
Bob’s warm look slips in the direction of my breasts, which are wrapped in a tight sky blue polo neck, in disbelief. Slowly and with delight his eyes return to my eyelevel again: “I think they’re attractive. Maybe you’ll show them to me one day?«

I smile shyly, while Ariana tells Bob with her characteristic temperament: “Don’t fall for this guy’s tricks. He doesn’t know what he wants!” Then she leans forward towards me, so that her red hair falls on her face. She smells of almonds. Warmly and with a lower voice she purrs to me confidentially: “I think you’re beautiful.” In an even lower voice, she adds: “Very beautiful, in fact,” and gently kisses me on the lips. Her warm lips are sweet with muscatel as she slides down my hot lips. Her hand slips from my shoulder to my breast. She plays with my completely hard nipple, so that I moan and feel that I’m completely moist all of a sudden. The kiss is short, but it makes me totally dizzy. My god, we were classmates in college for so many years, but I never even thought that her lips could be so soft and her fingers so decisive... What else don’t I know about her?

When I become aware of my surroundings again, Ariana’s elegant knee in black stockings is caught between Bob’s knees. Her short skirt has moved up and is showing the lace edge of her stockings, which triggers a new wave of moist desire within me. She whispers something. Bob’s decisive nose is buried in Ariana’s almond-smelling hair, while his hand is sliding down her thigh with certainty. I almost see a pleasant shiver going through her gracious body through the black nylon. They look at me with naughtiness, but with decisiveness as well. I become aware my face has become flushed and that my hair is untidy, that I haven’t kissed a woman in a long time and that I’ll probably end up at Bob’s place.