It wasn't the first time I'd seen them together -- far from it, but something about the way he leant into her got to me every time. She laughed, and the sound of it brought a smile to my lips as they walked past me.
We were at a party, Beccy's, to be precise, and I'd decided to come only through the pestering of my friend Josh.
"There'll be some girls there, I promise!" he'd said, knowing my weakness well enough. And it was true, there were some stunners there, but nothing could take my eyes of Amy. For almost nine years I'd known her, and for the last six I hadn't been able to think of any other girl. Standing almost as tall as me, she had long, dark brown hair, big hazel eyes and a smile that stopped me dead.
For my part, I didn't wonder why she didn't notice me -- I was nothing special at six feet exactly and with longish blonde hair I looked about average. Regular gym sessions saw me well muscled, but not disproportionate, but nonetheless I knew I was no looker.
We'd been in the same drama class for over a year now, and we'd become fairly close friends, even acting an electric scene from Chekhov's 'Seagull' together. As it often did, my mind flew back to the last night of performance, in front of a few hundred people, her boyfriend of over a year amongst them.
"I smell the scent of heliotropes," I said, kneeling down to caress a 'flower' onstage. "and I make a rapid mental note; widow's purple, cloying perfume." I picked it. "Put in when describing summer evening." I straightened, and presented it to her. She looked into my eyes and blushed, and I continued the soliloquy, inspired. At the end of act three I came back onstage and saw her there. The script called for 'a prolonged kiss' but I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand it, so I'd opted for a kiss on the cheek instead. We held each other, and as she stared into my eyes, and in that moment I saw the love for me that she was presenting the audience, and it crushed me to my very core.
A shout from the other room brought me back to the present, and I stepped in to see what was happening. They were there, sitting at the back of the room, him not drinking because he was driving and her nestled into his body, watching the precedings.
The game of twister was fast becoming something else. Two girls, Steph and Lauren, had managed to tangle themselves around Josh in such a way he had his crotch pressed against Lauren's perfect cleavage and his face barely inches from Steph's spread legs.
"Pete!" he exclaimed, clearly drunk. "Pete check this out!" He leaned forward and motorboated Steph's pussy, bringing roars of laughter from everyone in the room and causing her to topple, bringing Lauren down with her.
The crowd that had gathered around them dispersed, as people went to look for other diversions, or something else to drink. Josh came over to me and handed me another beer.
"You look like you need one. They getting to you?"
I made a face "Kind of. I just figure I'll get wrecked and sleep on someone's floor. That'll make it go away."
"Or, you get wrecked and sleep in someone's bed," he said, with a wink.
"Did you just wink at me? Fuck off!" We both laughed, and I took a long drink.
"Seriously though," he retorted, "Steph just gave me her number."
"Didn't you have it?"
"Nope. Only met her tonight." He said, with an impish grin.
"Kudos. I know where you're sleeping then."
He leaned back and got out his mobile, and he started to tap out a text. "With luck." He looked up across the room and saw Amy and Rick. He frowned. "Wasn't Rick supposed to be driving her home tonight?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Why?"
"That's the third can of cider I've seen him finish."
"Dude, whatever. If he dies then I'll have a party. Who gives a shit."
"True that. Sent. What if it isn't her number?" He asked, suddenly looking worried.
I smiled at him. "Then you'd better hope her mum's MILF."
