2008.
Queens, New York City.
"So what do you think?"
I'm sitting on a park bench in one of the newly refurbed parks in Queens. They started fixing public parks up when the artists and homosexuals started moving in enmass which kind of freaks me out; if that came out bad, I'm, sorry. I actually have no problem with the gay community... I just feel a little strange sitting in a park in New York and not fearing a mugging. On top of that, I'm sitting next to a woman who I think I've always loved.
She's wearing designer leather boots, her jeans tucked into them with a heavy hooded sweatshirt on. The hoods back on her shoulders but sitting over the black peacoat she has on. On her head she sports a Yankee's cap with her long, chestnut brown hair pulled through the gap in the back. Her smile warms you, her eyes show you what's in her heart. A shift of her shoulder and a tilt of her head melts me... and those eyes! She can so have me...
She nudged my shoulder, her smile breaking across her beautiful face, "Come on! What do you think?"
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, "I don't know. Why are you even asking me... I did two action movies! It's not even real acting." She was asking me because I was a friend; her agent had probably already nailed down the details and made it a slam dunk but she was looking for someone close to tell her it wasn't a mistake. She put her head on my shoulder and confirmed my thoughts, "I ask because your my friend Eric."
I'm married now twelve years and my wife, our live in girlfriend and I have, obviously enough, a fairly open relationship. This goes for most women with my two ladies at home except...
...for Natalie.
Most women that approach me usually look good, some even look better than my wife or girlfriend but they rarely bring much else to the table. Natalie is beautiful, a dancer and college educated... a spot to close to a real threat for my Nikki. I love her just the same though and for the record she knows how we all feel. She just doesn't address it; for her, if I want to come around I'm welcome but don't bring the drama. Every once in awhile I give my wife a kiss on the cheek and tell her I have an interview to do in New York and she nods, fairly sure that after a visit to the Today Show or Howard Stern, I'll probably be swinging by Nat's place.
I lean away from her with a grin and raise an eyebrow, "The "F" word again." She shakes her head, her ponytail flopping lightly on her back, "Don't change the topic. Should I do the movie or not?" I reached around her waist and pull her close, her head turning up to look at me as I answered her, "yeah... after I tickle you."
I promptly dragged her as she squealed in resistance across my lap, my fingers digging into her sides until she rolled out of my arms and onto the cement, scattering startled pigeons. She kicked me in the shin with a giggle as I sat back nonchalantly. I shrugged carelessly and looked around the park, "You got no class Hershlag..."
It's one in the morning and she just kicked Ryan Phillippe out with his swim suit model. She's in the kitchen making tea, jazz is playing on the stereo and we're a little high. I'm leaning on the doorframe watching her from behind; she's dressed in a black turtleneck and cutoff shorts with no shoes. Her hair is wild and runs down her back loosely as she fills the defuser and removes the pot from the stove. I lower the lights and hear her let out soft sigh, "I like that..."
"You had fun tonight," I ask quietly and she nods, her back still to me.
"I only have these get togethers when you come to town," she said, adding sugar to her tea.
I move up behind her and put my hands on the counter on either side, causing her to turn. She's looking up into my eyes and I smile down at her, "Maybe I should come more often...".
"Priorities," she reminded me in a low tone, gently placing the mug on the counter. I nudged my knee between her legs and they parted slightly as I kissed her gently on the forehead, "Your the priority right now Nat...". She put her hands on my chest and felt the muscle there; slowly she felt the curves and bends, her hands running down to my belt where they paused, fiddling with the metal clasp.
She stopped for a moment and I took that second to turn her chin up and press my lips to hers gently. She didn't fight it and leaned in, her hands hooking on the top of my jeans to hold me in place. I felt her tongue running across my lip and my mouth opened, her tongue finding mine. I was shaking but so was she, more so even as my hands slid to her sides, slowly working her turtleneck up to reveal her pale skin and delicate ribcage. She whimpered in regret, her hands quickly sliding to catch mine and prevent the regression of her clothed state but instead I caught her wrists and raised them up, pressing forward with my knee to feel the warmth between her thighs.
She exhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion and again at my chuckle as I realized her need; her shorts felt damp. I pressed her wrists back and against the cabinet above her head, my kiss breaking to find the curve of her neck, causing her again to sigh in pleasure as my teeth lightly bit down on the cord of muscle there. Slowly I worked my hands down her sides to ensure her hands stayed above us and again I hooked my fingers in the tight material of the turtleneck, slowly pulling it up. It slid up, again revealing her ribs and belly button, sliding higher to the gentle curve of her small A cup breasts. As I slowly pulled it higher, her soft pink nipple came into view; I continued to pull her shirt higher until it passed her chin and mouth and finally nose.
