As we prepared for our evening out, Gail and I were not really looking forward to it. We didn't go out much since our children were born and had become use to our evening in enjoying each other's company. Whenever we where invited to friends or family it always seemed an imposition on our time, but we normally ended up enjoying ourselves.
But this particular evening was different, as we were not going to friends for dinner or a small social gathering; we were going to a party. We had tried to get out of it but our friends were insistent, encouraging us with exotic tails of people, drink and dancing. It seemed more of an incentive not to go a fact that brought amusement to my wife and I after they had gone, appreciating how old we had become even though we had only just turned thirty.
But forced into a corner we had accepted and unable to think up any excuses in the week before the event, our friends arrived to pick us up. We tried to be as excited as they were on the way but the more they described the evening ahead the more despondent Gail and I became about the whole thing.
When we arrived it was all they had said it was. An old house had been taken over and converted into a Party place, each room had been cleared and allocated for the one night. It was only friends and friends of friends that knew about it but the whole house seemed to be heaving with people.
The house shook with the beat of the music that blared from the open windows but as all the buildings nearby were boarded up and empty there seemed few people who would complain. The main room of the house was the dance floor with the disco equipment and DJs set up in an adjoining room. The Kitchen had been set up as a sort of bar where you could buy cans of beer if you hadn't brought your own.
As our friends disappeared into the crowds of gyrating people, Gail and I mingled with the others in the kitchen unable to talk over the noise of the music and quickly downed a few beers to try and loosen ourselves up. We eventually headed for the garden where a bonfire had been lit with partygoers standing around and talking. This seemed more our thing and we were soon making polite conversation with a group of people as we watched the hypnotic flames and drank our beers.
I was talking to one guy, who must have been about my age, how this wasn't really our scene and we preferred a little more quite and sedate style of party. We laughed about it for a while talking of getting old and how we now sounded just like our parents did when we were young and how we would laugh at them swearing we would never end up the same. As the conversation drew to it conclusion he said we ought to check out the 'resting place' and pointed to a hole in the fence that lead to the next door garden. He said we could grab a seat and 'chill out' till our friends were ready to go.
As the group broke up and they wandered back to the party, I grabbed Gail and headed through the hole in the fence. The next door garden was deserted, the only light at the back door of the neglected house. We wandered over and looked in as a lamp attached to a car battery brightly lit the way ahead. Halfway down the surprisingly clean hallway a heavy curtain covered a doorway and with no other obvious entrance, we ventured in. The room was dimly lit with candles on shelves and tables around the room, the floor covered in large cushions and soft music floated round the room. There were five people stretched out around the area, two young men lay sprawled across the middle of the floor in what looked like a drunken sleep. To one side an older man, with a drink in one hand and a half smoked joint in the other, stared blankly into space, and a couple were over in the far corner tightly tangled together kissing passionately, but not so one would feel uncomfortable.
This looked perfect, so we took our place on two large cushions in a darkened corner of the room. We both sat in silence listening to the melodic music taking in our tranquil surroundings. The room was warm and cozy without distraction or intrusion. The couple kissing just carried on oblivious to who may be around them and the other guy seemed much the same, lost in his own thoughts. We both felt exceptionally mellow and eventually were in each other's arms in a long and passionate kiss. We were both a bit more drunk than we thought which heightened our arousal, the wonderful sensation of kissing intensified as we explored each others mouth with our tongue. But our fondling hands were subtle, never forgetting were we were even though everyone else seemed rather preoccupied.
