From the balcony of Dan and Tiffany's apartment, Tokyo's skyline was made of anthracite silk, where small golden lights shone like distant fireflies; red lights blinked like signals of a secret code.
Next to me, Amanda was shivering imperceptibly, her short, cream dress leaving her long legs and her round tanned shoulders exposed to the evening breeze.
"Do you like it here?"
"It's beautiful, it's like a jungle at night, I am waiting to hear insects chirp and monkeys howl...." she answered.
Her comments were always slightly offsetting, taking you a little further from where you were supposed to stand.
"It's time to return inside ", I replied.
In the large living room, Tiffany was talking to Joan, while Dan was with Joan's German husband, Joachim, who, glass in hand, was looking at Dan's collection of LPs.
We stepped in, without being noticed.
"I don't understand why Duccio brought that young slut..."
When Joan signaled with her eyes that we were just behind her, it was too late. Tiffany turned toward us, with a grimace.
While Amanda lowered her eyes, I smiled.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Tiffany..."
"I didn't mean to..."
"What, you didn't mean to say is that no properly educated girl would associate to a man thirty years her senior?"
"Well, if you say so...."
By now everybody had gathered around the black leather sofa, standing, expecting the resolution of this sudden confrontation.
I sat, Amanda next to me, my hand caressing her thigh up to the skirt's hem.
"In English, you have the expression "comfort food" - in Italian, we have something similar - we say "comfort goods".
It has a little broader meaning - they are things that help you pass time, and give life its most basic and pleasurable meaning; goods you enjoy alone or with friends. Wine, food, cigars. Joachim and Joan brought a nice bottle of Japanese whisky - an aged Hibiki. You, Tiffany, prepared all these delicious tiny tapas. I brought Amanda."
The young girl turned to me and smiled softly.
"It's not like we can eat or drink her!" objected Joachim.
"Drop your dress, Amanda."
Obediently the girl pulled down the zip at the back, and let the dress fell on her feet.
I could see the eyes of my friends roaming on her body, lean and flawless. Her breasts blossomed on her torso like ripe fruits; her shaven, curved pubis ended with a folded slit, little more than a scalpel's incision.
"This is crazy! What do you want to prove, Duccio?" Tiffany couldn't make sense of what was happening.
"She is beautiful - do you want to humiliate us, show that you can still fuck a young girl - this is pathetic!"
"She is not here for me. I brought her as Joachim brought whisky, as you prepared food for us. She is my comfort goods. You can use her, use her mouth, use her ass. Men are invited to leave her vulva alone - that might produce unwanted drama later.
But all of you can taste her if you wish so."
My friends looked at each other; I could see different feelings in their eyes and the stress building within the couples. I didn't want to look at them, yet I couldn't take my eyes away without emphasizing the silent struggles that were being fought.
I put my palm to rest on the curved line of Amanda's ass.
"Your friends don't like me, what did you think when you took me here?" she complained, wearing her nakedness like the cape of a queen.
"My friends already love you, and later they'll get the courage to admit it...go to the bathroom to wait for them."
I saw her disappearing through the room, the stiletto shoes making her swing, the naked masses of her buttocks dancing at an alternating pace, a stroke of black ink parting her bronze back at the spine.
Their eyes had all followed her, in silence, each of them biding their chance.
"Dan is the host - he should sacrifice himself to please you..." suggested Joachim ironically.
"You want my husband to go, so you can follow," hissed Tiffany.
"I don't mind if you go Joachim...as long as I can watch you and her..." said Joan.
The German man looked at his wife, surprised, then he took her hand and left.
"You are making a brothel of my house..." complained Tiffany.
"No money is exchanged, so technically you are wrong...and about your comment before...you are a beautiful woman..."
Tiffany laughed bitterly.
"You forgot "still"..."
Dan realized that the conversation was now beyond his wit, walked away, and hid himself behind the sleeve of a Miles Davis concert bootleg disc.
"Maybe I should have brought the food, and then you could have taken Amanda's place..."
"Could I?" behind the irony, her eyes looked inquisitive.
"You could..." I confirmed.
Her tone changed suddenly.
"Touch my breasts then, my nipples are hard because of your little slut..." she begged, smiling bitterly.
"Won't Dan mind? He is my friend..."
"I know that soon he will be in the other room, and Joan will see the lovely mouth of your pretty Amanda drink his semen too..."
I didn't need much more to be convinced, her large American breasts had tempted me more than once, now they were swelling freely below the silk blouse. I caressed them, and she pulled her head back, showing her beautiful neck.
"I think I'll join the others..."
Without us noticing, Dan had reached us.
"Bringing Amanda has been a wonderful idea...it would be a pity to let such gift go wasted..." he added, looking at us like he wasn't noticing or didn't bother that my hand was squeezing his wife's boobs.
Because of his negligence, my hand became more arrogant, claiming them as my own. I pinched her nipples hard, the resistance of the hardened flesh between my fingers annoying, such that I continued until she let out a cry.
By then, he wasn't there anymore.
So I let her go, and she pulled her head up, her blue eyes bright yet misty, like the light at dawn on a sunny spring day.
Joan and Joachim returned to the living room, where I was sipping a glass of the excellent whisky they had brought to the party.
"I see that you are fully applying your concept of comfort..." said Joan, chuckling.
Knelt in front of me, my penis in her mouth, Tiffany turned toward her, startled, and tried to move away, but with my free hand I pushed her against my crotch, making her gag.
Maybe she had drunk too much, but when we were left alone it was like she could feel lust in the air, and had asked to taste my cock, the first time - she had said - she was doing it for another man after marrying Dan.
It was easy for me to accept.
Maybe she thought that it could be over before the others would return...well, she had miscalculated, and now she could only continue sucking my cock, under the curious eyes of her best friend and her husband.
"I told you she has a magnificent ass..." said Joan to Joachim, pulling up Tiffany's dress, and at the same time pulling her black lace panties, which rolled down just above her knees.
