I had a call recently from an old acquaintance. He'd paired off with one of the ladies we'd see at our local and as time went on, our small group of friends began to see less of him. As the phone calls and texts dried up, I wrote him off to finding fulfillment elsewhere in life. After all, nobody likes a one-sided friendship, do they?
It was a surprise then when I got the call...
"Matt, how are you", he said, "what have you been up to"?. "It's been too long and Samantha and I were just saying that we'd love to see you again".
"Yeah great" I replied. "So I see you're still with Sam then. Landed yourself a bit of a winner buddy. She turned a lot of heads at the bar if I remember rightly"? I'm not sure why I said it, but I did.
I'd swear that he picked up on it though.
"That she did, and still does mate. It makes for an interesting night out on occasion, if we're lucky that is" he added, chuckling lightly.
I'll admit that his last statement went over my head at the time. After reflection I now realise how suggestive it actually was...
Oblivious, but reactive to the chuckle I found myself smiling inwardly and I drifted from the conversation. I'd always had a bit of a thing for Sam. She radiated class and had an infectious presence that became more endearing when she spoke. She'd that type of gravelly voice to make either sex both attentive and yet gasp for air at the same time. She was truly intoxicating.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Sam. She was stood at the bar, her back was turned waiting to be served, although she wasn't the type to have to wait long. It was the bum that caught my attention, the type best seen in yoga pants, firm and pronounced... Unashamedly, I've always been partial to a good bum, I think it's something that when admired you want to own. Not in the sense as it would look better on you, but more in the desire to lustfully spread, caress and tenderly envelop yourself in its hidden depths.
The second allure was her hair, it was an expensive cut falling seamlessly past her shoulders and pointedly back towards her arse. Ash blonde with a hint of other, although over time the colour changed regularly. It was always well kept and always matched her skin colour perfectly. I admit that I love long hair, the feel of it brushing against my chest and along my torso excites me...
"You still there buddy" Darren said. My thoughts snapped back to attention. Fuck what was I thinking, this was a long lost mate. I chagrinned as I spoke back. "Yeah still here mate sorry". Clearing my throat I composed myself. "Well, Sam would be pleased to know you have such fond memories of her" Darren said smugly.
That did it, suddenly wide-eyed and in a panic, I spluttered but erred on the side of caution before I next spoke. The thoughts before I did so were both wild and verocious. Did he know I fancied her, does he think I'm green-eyed, is he fucking with me?
After a pause of composure...
"Yeah I'm here, sorry" I replied. I wasn't really sorry though, the thought of Sam still made my cock hard and I welcomed the sensation.
"Well, we've had some food deliveries this week and have some interesting thoughts for a dinner evening. There is some meat from 'Field and Flower' and a huge vege box from 'Hello Fresh'. Also, Sam has been wine shopping and is driving me mad with her red wine selections. Malbec or Rioja, I get confused. It all goes down nicely and to be honest I think she just gets a superior kick from being a bit of a connoisseur.
"Lamb" I replied. "What"? he answered.
"Lamb goes great with red wine. Mint, rosemary and garlic are great additions too"! I mentioned. "Whatever, we got the lamb Clarice" He laughed at me. "Fuck off". I retorted.
Darren was a bigger man than me. If I didn't know better I'd swear he was raised by cavemen or pure bread fighters. He was taller, had bigger hands (they were behemoths) and had the persona of the alpha male. At the gym, he glistened as he perspired and when he tensed had the full embodiment of the Adonis about him. He was a warm soul though and not insecure enough to compare himself to others. We always got along, let's be honest, he would have got along with anybody, but he seemed to always enjoy what I had to say and so I was always empowered to give him the best of me.
"Well, we got lamb, you down for Saturday night at ours"? he replied. "Sound saucy" I said. And there it was. We had a dinner date. |