OK. Fuck. Where to start? I'm sitting in a suite at the New Hampshire.
I think I'll probably just hit the mini bar and see what's in there. I didn't plan to drink this evening. Given what I'm about to do, what's about to happen, I felt that was best. But fuck it. I think, just one drink, just to steady the nerves.
So. Why I'm here. Well, that's a long story I think. But I'll try and keep it short.
Last Tuesday, I was sitting in Garp's. The whisky bar on Irving. Nice place. It's my regular after work haunt. Good atmosphere, relaxing. Like an underground vault, you can get a little lost there.
I was waiting for my friend, Sean. He's always fucking late for everything. I smiled wryly and rolled my eyes when my phone inevitably buzzed with the message, saying he was caught up at work and going to be another half hour at least.
Still, I've never minded my own company. There are worse places to kill half an hour. And I've always liked people watching.
I ordered my favourite Japanese single malt, and a water back, and eased into the corner. I'd managed to get us a good spot, so I just took in the surroundings.
It's not busy on a Tuesday, and it's usually just an after work crowd, so they caught my eye. A couple. They both looked like they just stepped out of the office. City workers, like me. Same uniform. She was hot. If someone like her worked at my my place, fuck. I wouldn't be getting much work done.
But I could tell they weren't colleagues. They were sitting close. Very fucking close.
I don't know if they were on a date, or what. But clearly in the honeymoon phase. Utterly oblivious to the rest of us. She had this wicked little pout on her face, and these big, dark eyes, framed by soft lashes, just looking up at him like she was challenging him playfully.
They kissed. It was electric. The chemistry between them, I could sense it. I noticed his hand was stroking her thigh, through her tight dress. God. I found myself imagining what it would feel like to touch her like that. What she might be wearing underneath that dress. Lingerie probably. Maybe stockings with expensive soft lace tops. And french knickers, framing the round curves of her ripe, delectable ass.
They were getting carried away really. For them, and now for me too, the rest of the bar was just a blur, background noise. I wasn't worried about them noticing me watching. She had her eyes closed, her head thrown back. Her delicate throat was exposed, inviting. I watched him pull his coat over their laps. Then he kissed her neck, and she just sighed softly, her lips parted and her eyes squeezing more tightly shut.
I raised an impressed eyebrow as his hand slid under the coat. He clearly had a lot of nerve, but he looked the type, he had that air of quiet confidence. I saw the coat moving and her wriggling and shifting in her seat. I imagined he was snaking his hand up her thigh, pushing her knickers aside. I felt my own fingers twitch against the front of my thigh, imagining what her tight, wet little cunt would feel like.
She bit her lip, she was trembling. He was whispering something in her ear. I fantasised about what I would want to whisper. Tell her what a little fucking whore she was, getting fingerfucked in public and loving it, clearly.
Then it happened. Her eyes opened and she... spotted me. Maybe she felt my gaze burning into her skin. That happens sometimes, when you stare at someone too long, they sense you. I looked down and pinched the bridge of my nose, suddenly feeling a throb in my temples.
When I flicked my eyes back over, furtively, from under my brow, she was still staring at me. But they hadn't stopped. And well, she wasn't upset, or embarrassed. No... A slow smile was spreading across her face. Her eyes were shining brightly. She'd caught me alright. But she liked it.
We kept staring at each other. He was still working his hand between her legs, his face buried in her neck, unaware of the intimate exchange taking place between me and her. But then she whispered in his ear. I froze. He looked over.
That look. It took me back, instantly. I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. The familiar scene, again.
I've just got home from school. I was meant to stay late for soccer practice but it was cancelled for some reason. My sister. I guess she thought she had the house to herself for a while. I get in and drop my boot bag in the hall. Then I open the sitting room door, and I... see them.
My sister and her boyfriend. She's reclined in the armchair. Her bare legs spread open by his hands gripping her thighs and pushing them apart. He's on his knees, his face buried in her cunt.
I didn't know what to do. I had no understanding of what I was seeing. It made me feel strange. I was frozen then too. I should have backed away, silently, but I couldn't. My sister sensed me.
Her eyes opened and she screamed. I can still hear the things she called me, as I fled, slamming the door, my whole body shaking. But it was the look her boyfriend gave me that really got to me. A kind of knowing smirk. Recognition.
