Hey guys,
I know this is getting pretty standard but thanks a lot for your votes and especially the comments.
I'd really like your feedback on this one since it's the first time I'm writing a sexy scene (for some reason saying that reminds me of Borat). Kindly bear in mind I'm a complete novice at this so any helpful suggestions would be much appreciated.
I have made up some places and stuff to fit the story; you'll know when you see it.
Names and places... Coincidence... fiction... unintentional
Enjoy!
P.S. Yes I'm a car guy. Well spotted, fellow enthusiast.
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The sun is shining, the weather is sweet. I think Bob Marley wrote that song on a day just like this one. There was nary a cloud in sight in the blue sky and the sun was just on the cusp of being unbearable, making its presence known but not too much that we would run inside cowering.
The grills were out and Nick was manning them with a hawks eye of precision. If there was one thing Nick liked more than making my life hell, it was grilling. To his credit, the results were always spectacular. He always managed to come up with new recipes from the oddest ingredients and somehow the end product was always delicious. Today he was making burgers with the patties made of a mixture of chicken and minced lamb. Hopefully it would turn out ok. If not, there was always KFC.
It was an afternoon where you just wanted to lounge around and soak up the sun, which was exactly what people were doing. There were around ten people, all friends of ours milling around, some taking a dip in the pool and generally having a good time. Melissa was yet to arrive with Bill and Sally.
"Any luck?" Nick asked, after looking around to check whether Jenna was within earshot.
"Yeah, I spoke to the wildlife conservation people yesterday."
"And...?" he was impatient.
"They were hesitant at first, and it took a lot of convincing, but in the end I made them an offer they couldn't refuse." I said in my best Godfather imitation, which wasn't very good. I sounded like I had a sore throat.
"So it's done?" he asked, eyes bulging with hope.
"Yup." I said nodding.
"Hell Yeah!" he flipped the tongs he had in his hands and did a little break dance on the spot before freezing mid-step.
"Wait. What offer?" he asked suspiciously, turning towards me.
"Don't worry about it," I evaded, "Nothing you can't handle."
"What offer?" he asked again menacingly.
"It's nothing!" I said with my hands out in front of me.
"Brian, spit it out or I'll stick these in you," he brandished the tongs at me threateningly.
"Don't you trust me at all?"
"Now!"
"Youjusthavetoadoptone," I mumbled quickly.
He froze. The tongs advanced until they were right under my nose.
"I have to what?"
"You have to adopt one." I said warily, keeping my eyes on the sharp tongs twitching slightly in his grip.
I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching as he processed this information.
"You're kidding me right? Please tell me you're joking."
I didn't respond, instead pretending to look at a bird flying past overhead.
"Brain, what the hell man, can't you ever do anything right?" He stalked off back towards the grill, "it was a matter of asking a simple question, but no, you have to go and make me adopt a freaking behemoth!"
I followed at a safe distance, ready to bolt at a moments notice. I knew he would react like this, getting all mad and excited before taking a minute to listen to the whole story. He was still ranting as he attended to the grill, making sure his beloved chicken didn't get burnt. His concerns weren't totally unwarranted though, I did have a habit of screwing up in grand ways, and everyone knew that. When I was younger my mom never sent me to the grocery store. She'd tell me to get a packet of milk and I'd return with half the store, sans the milk.
"Dude, it isn't as bad as you think. It's not like you have to put a leash on it and tie it to your garage door or anything." I tried to reason with him.
"Then what? I build a basket full of fluffy pillows for it in my backyard?" He asked still pissed. "Maybe it can use the pool as a watering hole!"
"You just have to pay a small amount annually for its up-keep and stuff, that's it."
"That's it?" he echoed, calming down some.
"Yes, that's it. If you feel like it, you can go visit sometimes, but even that's optional."
"You're sure?" he asked still skeptical.
"Despite what you and your girlfriend think of me, I'm not a complete buffoon Nick. You're good, trust me."
The smile returned on his face and he flipped a piece of chicken higher than normal, catching it deftly as it came down and returned it to the hot bed of coals.
"Awesome. Now we just have to convince Jenna and Melissa to come for the trip."
"I don't know about Lissy man, I don't think I've known her long enough for her to agree for a trip."
"Just help me convince Jenna. She'll do the rest."
Knowing Jenna, that could mean showing up in a non-descript black van outside Melissa's house, faces covered with pantyhose, and putting a sack over her head, kidnapping her, and taking her all the way to our destination before revealing ourselves.
