Fun indeed.
Fun for me was being treated like an oiran minus the sex which really defeats the purpose of it but whatever, it was one hell of a time. We had a game, who could do it better, a better walk, a better seductive move, a better kiss, a better love bite, you name it, and we did it…minus the sex of course.
From our perspective we were having the time of our lives, but from the eyes of those around we were promiscuous and sneaky. I didn't give a rat's ass; I was winning every game thrown at me. It was my liquor before I was legally allowed to drink, and I was drunk every day.
I remember vividly the day that things shifted, the way my dear best friends face twisted and contorted with what seemed to be regret and embarrassment. I had been going easy, taking things smoothly and even still giving her little hints on the right way to do things. Yet every time I put a weapon in her hands; I found myself on the killing end of it.
What does one do in a situation such as that?
Well in my mind there really was only one solution, show her something so bizarre and out of pocket that not even she would be able to replicate it. Hence, I went back to the drawing board.
Being the observational person I was, I knew what made playdough tick, I knew what made him groan deeply or whimper like hurt pup. Every crevice of his neck had already been tasted on my lips, his lips consumed by mine and vice versa but yet he wouldn't choose. Why? Was I being too soft? Too easy? Not charming enough?
Well, there was only one way to truly find out, get creative.
This game begun like any other, I took his left and she had his right. Each of us leaving little purple trails scattered across his skin, treating him like a canvas. I remember leaning over to the kiss the middle of his neck and when I rested back on my legs, continuing what could only be described as God's work, I had an inkling to look behind me. There, playdough's best friend who I now referred to as Jay was with his girlfriend, and surprisingly enough he was already looking at me.
Hmph, weird while his girlfriend was literally sprawled across his lap making out with every part of him she could get her mouth on. A small smirk tugged at my lips and raised an eyebrow as if challenging him silently on where his gaze should be, that was between him and his girlfriend.
I paid him no mind and went back to work.
Warm breaths on his favorite spot right in the crook of his neck eliciting just the reaction I was looking forward to seeing. Playdough's lashes fluttered and he drew in long breaths, shakily exhaling. I kept teasing that same spot with warm breaths, small pecks and nibbles, all while whispering sweet nothings in ear. Once his eyes were properly open, they once again fixated on me and that's exactly what I wanted.
Eyes on me, be selfish, choose me.
As if reading my thoughts he grabbed the back of my neck and he kissed me. Not giving him the chance to pull back from making his choice. I smiled as her felt my forgotten best friend pushed to the side while I was pulled completely in his lap. It wasn't a malicious smile; it wasn't even to gloat though I was more than a little happy he was only focusing on me.
No, it was simply that I had done what I had set out to do. A choice was made indefinitely and to the surprise of no one, that was me. The most interesting fact of that whole ordeal was not that it was the first time he had made such a blatant choice between us, it wasn't that he worshipped my neck with the reverence of two people returning the acts that were bestowed to him mere moments ago, it wasn't even that I ended up giving him a hand job from getting into it too much while we could've been caught.
The most fascinating thing about that whole series of events was that after my small act of challenging his best friend, his eyes barely left mine and no one noticed but me. In that moment I lost myself to two different intimacies clashing in my psyche. One on a physical level and one on a more psychological level.
Even when my hands were down playdough's pants stroking him to oblivion. Shocked faces from the two girls who thought they knew me well enough, fully unaware of how reckless I could be when I was really into the moment. Even with all the grunts spilling from playdough's mouth and squinched look on his face mixing in from the shock and simultaneous pleasure, his best friend's eyes still didn't leave me.
Now at this point all eyes from our tiny group of friends were on me so it was not unusual, I could even excuse that he was looking earlier because it was the first time in three months that playdough had actually made a choice.
What was most definitely unusual was the fact that even when his girlfriend started mimicking my actions, there were still intervals he thought I hadn't noticed that he was still staring. That never slowed my actions for a moment, I simply helped playdough relax even more by repeating my earlier actions on his sweet spot until…. well until it was done.
After finishing my business with him, curiosity welled up in my head, so I gave him a final peck on the cheek, stood up and tasted my hand. If they were shocked before, well they were simply deer in headlights now. It was bitter and salty and unlike anything I had ever tasted, but according to my research this was the part where I was supposed to smile like it was the best thing ever, so for the first time in a few weeks, I smiled a whole toothy smile.
I don't know what surprised them more my actions or my smile. All I know is that in the reactions that followed; playdough was the first to rush to his feet helping me clean my hand with the wet wipes from my bag fearing I would put more in my mouth, the couple stopped altogether seemingly unable to overcome the shock of the events and how quickly they unfolded and my dear best friend left the scene clearly hurt.
Her cousin soon went after her, they were very close after all and she wanted to be sure that she was ok, which just left me in the presence of two males, one very much satiated and one another less so. Just to put the nail in the coffin on playdough's judgement in case he was waning on sticking to his choice, I turned to his best friend and commented with a smile that if he didn't have a girlfriend, I would've helped him out seeing that he had clearly been blue balled.
I learnt three things from that comment, firstly Jay scolded me on how it was wildly inappropriate and if overheard by wrong ear and taken completely out of context then that it would seem like I was hitting on him even though he had a girlfriend, secondly Jay cared a lot more than I thought, and thirdly playdough didn't care as much as I needed him to.
After everything that happened, he was indifferent to my statement and just continued like nothing happened. Once my hands were clan enough, he started cleaning himself up as best as possible. No words were spoken in that moment and none needed to be.
I wasn't just slight irritated or annoyed this time. My pride was hurt, and I feel like my three months of competing with my own best friend over this guy, was for naught. Afterall he would be heartless enough to not be able to muster a jealous cell in his body after I had just jacked him off, so he was definitely capable of anything.
I never said anything about that remark to best friends' cousin Manni, and they never brought it up either. I never could quite shake the feeling I got from Jay that day though, and as for playdough, well I needed to get back to the drawing board as soon as possible. I simply could not stand by and let him continue to have both of us, especially not me. He was yet to figure out just who he had to deal and was surely going to make him see it.
Besides I haven't studied the art of seduction and entire summer for failure, this was just one tactics of many. The only question that remained was what tactic to use next.