Intimacy in story form.

[Junket]

I watch as Will plays with the little hawaiin ukulele.

“Do you want an instruction book for that?” Amy asks.

“No, you learn better this way.” he says while strumming the strings.

Why won’t he go away? Damn it. The last night I have to spend with Amy and here Will comes in, takes off his shoes and makes himself all comfy. I just sit in my chair and glare at him hoping he’ll take the hint.

He doesn’t. I decide to move from the chair to the couch next to Amy, hoping maybe then he’ll take note that we might want some privacy. Just as I plop down, Kenda comes in with her laptop and pulls up a chair.

Will I ever win??

“Man I have so much work to do!” opening her laptop she starts typing away.

Small talk is made and I just sit there disgruntled.

My last day here and Amy’s been sick. Walking around makes her stomach queasy, so I literally spent the day lying next to her as she rested.

“I’m sorry Choi, ahh! Your last day and I’m sick, I never get sick I swear the last time was like 10 years ago!”

I just smile a small smile, I cannot deny that I was bored, and a bit disappointed.

“It’s alright, last thing we need you to do is start throwin’ up. Just go back to sleep.” And I’d take her hand in mine and stroke it until she dozed back off.

But this was ridiculous! I look at Amy and weigh my options.

Last night, with the girl I adore.

“Hey Ames, wanna go for a drive?”
“Mmm…Will, you don’t mind do you?”
Ack! A people pleaser, I’ll tell ya. He’ll be fine! But I say nothing and wait.

“Uh, no, I’ll be okay, I think I’m gonna head back to the bunk house.”

Thank GOD!

Kenda then decides she’s going to go back to the office. So we would have the apartment to ourselves, but it’s too late, we’re already out the door. Amy wearing black capris and a black hoodie toting along an orange blanket to stay warm.

She hands me the keys and we get in her little Ford Ranger pick-up.

“Jeeze!”
“What?”
“I didn’t even really want to go for a drive, I just wanted some privacy!”
“Haha! I know but I felt bad for Will, we keep ditching him.”
“Bah, he’ll be alright, I was hoping he’d take the hint but I guess he’s too dense for that.”

It’s about 11:30 and we decide to drive anyway, heading towards the park where we saw the shooting star. Parking in a quiet side street I turn the truck off.

“How ya feelin?”
“Good…so long as we don’t have to get up.”
“ ‘salright, we can just stay here.”
“I’m really sorry Choi, I know today was pretty boring for you…”

I smile and take her hand give it a small kiss.

This is how it always starts. It always starts with the hands. Holding hers I’ll run small circles in her palm with my thumb. There’s words, but I rarely remember what’s said. The truck is small and leaves little room for us to maneuver especially with the stick shift in the way. But I manage to scoot over right next to her and wrap my arm around her. It’s the only time I can stare at her without making her uncomfortable.

“Y’know, I heard that physical forms of affection can boost your immune system.”
“Oh yeah? Where did you hear that bull?” she says in disbelief.
“It’s not bullshit it’s true.”

She begins to caressing my hand, slowly running her fingers over the palm then past the wrist and up the underside of my forearm then back down again. It’s rhythmic, it’s soothing, to me its ecstasy. I look her over, with her hair all pulled back exposing that luscious neck, her collar bone barely making itself seen under the collar of her shirt.

Lust.

“So how contagious do you think you are?” I ask as I remove my glasses.
“I dunno…why?”

She knows why.

I shift closer and gently pull her chin to face me.

“This is why-”

I small peck on the lips first. But I want more, and she pushes towards me. We lock lips, my tongue pushes expecting resistance but is greeted with an open door.

Victory.

She wraps an arm around my neck pulling me tighter.

Hot.

I press forward, my hand sliding up her arm behind her shoulder and back down to her side. She slides her hand from my back locking her fingers inside my free hand.

I break our tongues embrace and kiss her lips.

Her chin.

Across her jaw line up behind her ear.

Back down now, down to the base of her neck.

Where is it? I pull away the ring of her shirt and expose her collar bone.

Eureka.

Climbing up now up her throat.

Final reunion with her lips.

Arms wrapped around each other, she presses with such a fervor, a massaging of the mouths, a game of cat and mouse amongst our tongues. She sucks on my bottom lip before re-engaging once more.

We finally break.

Breathing heavily I lay my head upon her shoulder and she on mine.

I can feel each hot titillating breath upon the skin of my neck to which she passes on an ever-so-light kiss.

Bliss.

“How do you feel now?” I say with a cocky smile.

“Mmm…better.



And only one of many on our last night in NOLA.

[King Zarathu]

Fras has got it goin' on.

[Mathias]

Damn, dude.

Very nice.

[Junket]

I would just like to interject that our kissing sessions lasted a lot longer than the 30 seconds it took to read this. There was a lot more petting and caressing than I put in the story for the reader's sake.

Every movement slow, every action deliberate.

[Gigabitch]

And I know how you feel about an exposed throat....

[Junket]

And I know how you feel about an exposed throat....

Ho, man you have no idea.

I told her she should get a choker.

Hell, I just might buy her one.

[vashti]

You should write love letters, Frasbee. You have the knack for noticing small details.

[Junket]

You should write love letters, Frasbee. You have the knack for noticing small details.

I wonder if Ames would mind love letters...she's pretty reserved when it comes to expressing affection.

But ****, wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, eh?

[Gigabitch]

Oh, definitely do this. The love letters I've received recently are some of my most prized possessions. There is no way she won't love this.

[King Zarathu]

I would be a better editor, considering my writing skills are insanely elite.

[King Zarathu]

**** vashti (after me). She'll go through your stuff and be like, "*GASP!* This girl isn't Jewish? Get yourself a good Jewish girl!"

Come on. How encouraging are Jewish mothers?

...

Then again, how encouraging are Arab terrorists?


Who cares. Ernest Hemingway sucks.

[King Zarathu]

I was the one who encouraged him to write the love letter, doofus*.

See what I mean? How can someone so unsophisticated* be trusted with a love letter?

Calling somebody "doofus" is truly the most sophisticated of mannerisms.

[misombra]

go frizz! go frizz!

frizz you're a good guy amy is very lucky to have you. she seems like a nice girl. i'm happy for you and proud of you.

[King Zarathu]

That's a neat sig, Misombra.

[misombra]

yes baby it's very lovely.