In one graceful movement she stretched and arced her body, twisting lightly away from me, to settle against his chest, looking purposefully into my eyes. He looked out into a distant and imaginary view, as though nothing was happening.
If silence could be taken as consent1 that moment held us all in common agreement as to the potential of what might occur. Potential held its breath, to see what would happen next.
With a poignant sigh, her searching body relaxed satisfyingly into his. He began to stoked her hair – he couldn’t help himself – and simultaneously sought out even more distant and imaginary views. Something was happening!
I lay curled between the embrace of her legs, her warm pelvis gently receiving and cradling the weight of my head. I closed my eyes.
Silence and Potential crooned a melodic duet, as Stillness crashed the party with its subtle caress. My fingers traced sweet messages up the lines of her thighs, beneath her dress. The electricity that skipped and danced through her skin calling me up further, up until the light tips of my fingers found a charged epicentre pulsing through cotton pants.
I teased casually, imagining my tongue parting lips beneath layers. And yet, I too maintained my own carefully groomed appearance that, nothing was happening, while something was happening, more and more.
Reveling in the subtle responses being broadcast from the core of her body, and the inappropriateness of this indiscretion, I secretly hoped he could feel the arousal in her body.
Imperceptible moans whispered to Silence, to the great delight of Potential. Needing a better view, I glanced up at them. She, eyes closed as she satisfyingly accepted and received her pleasure, reached out to stoke his face. Stillness bowed delicately away.
He looked slightly alarmed, his most importantly distant and imaginary views being unequivocally shredded and dismissed to torch.
She, unconcerned, slipped her fingers behind his head, guiding his face, calling him to participate in an urgent embrace of lips and tongue as her body began to expand with desire.
Discretion slipped off with Stillness as I dropped beneath her cotton, continuing our engaging conversation of no words. Silence watch in awe while Potential appeared smugly satisfied…
- Silence is NOT consent, just to be clear… and, for the sake of story-telling, imagine the pregnancy of the moment… ↩︎