animal
12:00 a.m.<>2004-05-03

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he crouched above her like a beast bent over its kill.

his hands mauled her breasts. did things between her legs. she twisted and moaned.

the bedroom was golden with afternoon light. specks of dust, passing through the sunbeams that slanted from the windows onto the dishevelled bed, caught fire for the briefest of instants.

the air in the room was close. tropical. i craved a tall glass of cold water. i longed for a crisp breeze to puff the curtains inward and break the stagnant humidity of early summer, but none came. i swallowed, closed my eyes. heard the creaking of springs, the rustling of sheets. returned my gaze toward the bed.

i sat on a chair facing them. watching them. i was naked and miserable. i wanted to call a stop to this. to say things had gone too far, that i had changed my mind. but i couldn't. i hated the way my body betrayed my arousal. hated how achingly hard i was at the sight of them locked together like that. hated my inability to even get up and walk away.

slowly, langourously, she turned her head in my direction. her face shone with sweat. her mouth hung open, slack. her gaze held no recognition. she didn't even see me. in that moment, i didn't exist for her. nothing existed for her except the heat. the stillness. the sharp jolts of pleasure that electrified her.

he took her nipple between his thick fingers and twisted it. his other hand pawed roughly between her legs. she moaned again, a keening whine that seemed to last forever. did she ever make sounds like that when she was with me? look at her eyes, how glassy and unfocused they look. did i ever make them go swimmy like that? make her body move like that? did i ever give her this much pleasure?

he shifted his bulk above her, positioned himself between her wide open thighs. i could see sinews move just below the surface of his olive-hued skin. the muscles bunching up at the base of his neck made me want him and hate him all at once. i was transfixed. we had been friends for years, i thought i knew him almost as well as i knew myself, yet what he was doing to her made me realize that how little i knew. he claimed her body. he owned it. he sniffed her and licked her and marked her as his own. i knew nothing. nothing.

her face and neck and chest bore the telltale mottled flush that only appeared when she was practically overwhelmed with lust. surreal to watch from across the room that which i typically only saw up close, pressed up against her, close enough to see the pores of her skin and touch them with my tongue.

desire and jealousy waged a furious battle deep within my chest. it felt like i was being immolated from the inside out. my hand moved down, felt the unbelievable hardness beneath my belly. i squirmed uncomfortably in the chair.

just an hour ago we had been sitting in the living room talking casually, laughing easily in the way of old friends. now there was nothing casual or respectable about us. we had stripped off decorum and civilization like our clothing, left them scattered in a heap on the floor. now we were scarcely human.

more creaking as he shifted his weight. he licked the undersides of her breasts, kissed a path down her sternum to her stomach. she sighed with longing and spread her thighs even wider to receive him. she looked pliant, ready, ripe. her stomach rose and fell. he gave a low growl of satisfaction as she twisted her fingers in his curly brown hair and lowered his head toward her. with a deep intake of breath, he began to suck.

i was going out of my mind. i wanted to reach out to her. i wanted to pull them apart. i wanted to taste their sweat. i wanted to put on my clothes and leave. i wanted to put my hand over hers and feel his head bobbing. i wanted to cover their bodies with my own. i wanted and i wanted and i wanted until i was nothing more than want.

the noises she began to make were unimaginable. lost in the heat and moisture of her center, he groaned along with her as if she were pleasuring him, rather than the other way around, his baritone rumble contrasting with her high-pitched yelps. his hips rolled as he ground himself against the damp sheets. he gripped her thighs to steady her. she would have bruises there for days. she didn't know what to do with her hands. they flailed across her face and belly, grabbed frantically in turn at his head and her breasts and the mattress. she howled like an animal when she came.

after long minutes he raised his head, leaving lingering kisses on her thighs. her chest rose and fell. her arms hung limp on either side of her.

he turned to face me, his mouth wet with her. i shuddered as he moved toward me like he was stalking me. my climax hovered just beneath the surface, a hair's breadth from exploding. he reached out and took me in his hand.

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