The empty glasses on the dining table in Dan's parents house drew attention to the dimming evening but the laughter and merriment the four of us were emanating opposed. I turned my head to Dan beside me who's face beamed light. He was holding court as he always does, and I could feel his pride as he looked me up and down between jokes, resting his hand on my knee. We had been dating now for a little over four months and this was the first double date we had been on together. Our relationship so far had mostly consisted of wasting our days locked away with one another, sharing stories, conjuring jokes, and appreciating what we had found in one another; both in words and actions. Phil was a mutual friend of ours that we had each met through separate avenues and his on and off again girlfriend Hayley was a friend of mine from school. We were all eighteen.
The dinner was over, we were reaching that point of the evening where the well of stories was running dry and the humour was getting increasingly debasing. I sat with my legs crossed, Dan's fingers pressing against the inside of my knee, tensing against my skin any time I managed to contribute to the conversation: a subtle reassurance. I had always been a little reserved when it came to kissing or seeming inappropriate in front of others out of fear of annoying them. On this occasion, as the liberating alcohol smoothed out the inhibitions of showing public affection, both couples were holding one another at any open moment, sharing soft kisses on cheeks and then lips.
The fire roared in the sitting room joining the kitchen calling for us to gather round. Dan got up from the table and, taking me by the hand, continued laughing at the latest punchline Phil had performed. I slid from behind the table with Dan's hand guiding my lower back. Hayley and I giggled lightly as Phil mocked Dan's gesture of chivalry. Pointed at the fire were two grey leather sofas. Phil and Hayley rested down on one, Hayley's bare thighs pressing onto the warm leather. Dan and I sat on the other, Dan's arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me in tightly with the other hand. Phil whispered inaudibly into Hayley's ear, provoking a giggle from her flushed chest that echoed against the hum from the fire. He was kissing her neck as she started to close her eyes and rest her head against the sofa.
I could feel Dan's eyes on my long legs which were intertwined with one another as he moved his hand to my chin. Pulling my mouth to his, I felt his hot breath against my lips. Warmth poured over my skin, Dan's hand gliding down my neck and over my chest until he found my legs again. He kissed me gently. His soft lips pulled back while his tongue traced over my lips and slid inside to greet my tongue eagerly. I could feel the shift in the air. The calm, slow tension was ready to burst into a passionate, grasping need for one another.
When he moved his head away, my eyes were met with Phil tracing his hands all over Hayley's thighs up to her waist. He pulled her on top of him and her smooth pink thighs spread over him. He skimmed his hands over her dress and pulled it over her body, revealing her pink laced underwear that hugged into her curves. They fumbled as the urgency surged through them.
