The Clink of Glasses

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Busy Friday night at the local pub. The patrons are packed in like sardines. Music fills the room, but all that can be discerned by the lovers is the bass beat. There’s conversation, the clink of glasses, and laughter. Tendrils of smoke rise from various locations in the bar. Maggie takes a drag on her smoke and the tip glows a brilliant red. She holds it to Ian’s lips, he takes a pull and blows the smoke above her head. Each take a sip of their drink. Vodka and tonics on a hot summer night. They feel so lucky to have gotten a corner booth.

They snuggle in close and finish their cigarette. Sip their ice cold beverages. Feel the gentle buzz of the alcohol. A blush comes to Maggie’s cheeks as Ian lazily kisses her neck.

“Woman, I could take you right here,” he whispers, “Do you think anyone would know?”

She turns and smiles slyly. “Why don’t you try it and see?”

Ian places his hand on her knee and lets it travel up her thigh. She hikes up her skirt.

“You are a devil, my love. A red-headed devil.”

His hand is underneath her skirt and he finds she doesn’t have on panties. He touches her with no restrictions. Or fear. He is so happy. Maggie touches Ian through his jeans, then unzips them. She traces his rigid cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Ian leans his head back and groans. Maggie looks around to see if anyone notices. No need to worry though, it’s so loud in the pub that no one can hear him. She keeps touching. Discovering. He slides two fingers in between her petals. She is wet, open, and ready.

Ian’s thumb finds her clit. Works it in a circular motion. Maggie pushes her lower body into his hand. She wants to feel, all of him. Her hand goes to her mouth to stifle her moans. Her body rocks back and forth. She leans forward and kisses his lips. Their tongues meet and she swears she sees stars. When she begins to ride the crest of her orgasm, she grabs a hold of his shirt. Her cry of pleasure fills his mouth. Ian grins and sucks her tongue.

“Cum for me baby. Cum.”

“I am. Don’t you dare stop those fingers of yours. Don’t you dare.”

He moves them faster and she explodes everywhere. It’s all she can do to keep from screaming. His hands are so gentle but knowing. Her nectar is all over his fingers. He withdraws his hand and places the tips of them to his lips. He sucks the sweetness of her. Then places the fingers in her mouth. They share her taste. The intimacy of the act excites him even more.

Will you fuck me Ian? Right here?
I don’t know if we can pull it off my love.
Try me.
Maggie slides the table forward a couple of inches. She leans up slightly and sits on Ian’s lap. As she nestles in, Ian places his cock inside of her. They move the table back, so Maggie has something to hold onto. He wraps his arms around her waist and they begin to move in tandem. She leans back against Ian’s chest and keeps up with his gentle rocking. He bites her neck. Leaves his mark. Calls her his whore. She smiles, because she knows she is. She feels no shame in it.
They move faster. Enjoying the moment. Their eyes dart around the bar to see if anyone know what they’re doing. The patrons don’t have a clue. It’s dark, smoky, and the music is still playing. Maggie and Ian keep fucking. She holds on to the table and their drinks slosh with their movement. It makes her giggle, but they don’t stop. Let the drinks spill. Let them.
Cum for me Maggie.
Make me, Ian. Make. Me. Cum.
He tells her to lean forward and she does. It’s then she feels her orgasm begin. Ian fingers her pretty pearl. With his fingers and cock he brings her to the edge and she falls over it. She puts her hand to her mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure. Plants her feet on the floor and pushes her pussy down onto him. His cock hardens even more.
Baby I am so damn close.

Please, cum inside of me. Empty yourself into me.

 

Maggie reaches down to feel Ian’s hand. To touch him. She caresses his balls and finds that they are tightening up. He pushes as hard as he can into her. Moving faster he begins to moan. Maggie looks around, they are still being completely ignored by the crowd. He pulls her against him and his body stills. The only thing she feels is the twitching of his cock inside of her. He fills her. Why she likes it so much, she has no idea.

As Ian’s dick softens and falls out of her, they catch their breath. Maggie doesn’t want to move. She wants to stay where they are. Even in the middle of a crowded bar she wants to bask in the afterglow. She shifts forward and puts his underwear back in place. Then turns sideways and lowers her skirt. She continues to sit on his lap. Leans forward and grabs his drink for him. He tastes it. It’s warm and wet. Like Maggie. But he drinks it anyway. With her still on his lap, he waves over a waitress and orders them another round. As she walks away, Maggie leans her head on Ian’s chest. She catches the aroma of their coupling. He brushes her forehead with a gentle kiss.

“I love you girl.”

“Love you too baby.”

Their next round of drinks are delivered. They clink glasses in a silent toast and drink in the coolness of the vodka with lime and tonic.

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And it Feels Like I’m 17 Again

Yes that’s what I looked like when I was 17. Ah 17. I thought I knew it all. We all did. I posted on FB yesterday the following status update:

To all my Saline High School friends, I heard this on the way in to work this morning and it made me think about high school dances, smoking cigarettes at the dead end, parties at the Troll Bridge, making out under the bleachers at football games, being stoned at football games, getting drunk on Boone’s Farms wine and stealing kisses from other girl’s boyfriends. OMFG did we have some good damn fun!!!!

What I didn’t realize would happen is old friends would start flooding my comments section with memories.

Tracy talked about singing Yankee Rose by Van Halen with David, riding around in Goodman’s old white van, smoking and drinking Mountain Dew. Then she asked me about the stolen kisses from someone else’s boyfriend and I told her a lady never tells. But then I was never much of a lady. Then she called me a dirty tramp. Which I was, but so what. I had me a lot of fun. The only stolen kisses I will talk about were Bobby’s. Oh my God that boy could kiss me till my lips swelled and they stung from the tiny bites he would give me.

Then Ronnie piped in about the University Drive In. He and Tracy reminisced about going there on the weekends in David’s old white van. Then the guys took off their shoes and they stunk the whole damn thing up. They had to jump out of it because the smell was horrendous and made them gag. I remember that drive in too. Couldn’t tell you what the hell was on the screen but I knew I was doing it with my boyfriend at the time. The windows were all steamed up, and our friends in the other damn car kept banging on the fucking windows!!!!

Then Danny had to chime in about us all getting caught by the cops making out in the industrial park. It was vacant back in the day. So of course the cops could see the car from the main road. I was a police cadet, so I knew the cop that flashed his light at me. Nice! I was wild, but not very bright. He then proceeded to remind me of the time he drove home with Cheryl’s bra on his head. I don’t remember which Cheryl, but I sure do remember the incident he wrote about. I tried to get him to tell me which Cheryl it was, but he plead the 5th on her last name. The thought of our crazy antics made this sparkly old girl smile.

I then told Danny (yes, he’s Dan to everyone else, but he’ll always be Danny to me) that I had this great wish. I wished for unlimited funds so I could fly everyone home for a big ass party in a pole barn. We’d have a bonfire and a pig roast. The beer and wine would be flowing. There’d be 80’s music in the background cranked up to 11. We’d laugh about the old times, cry for those we lost (we were Death Valley Saline after all), we’d share what’s happened in our lives for the last 25 to 30 years and we’d enjoy every minute of it. I told Danny I wish we could all be in the same room, not because I miss the old days, but because I miss my friends. I miss 17. I miss riding around on the roof of a car, drunk and screaming at my friend that was driving to go faster. Yes, I know I was crazy, and I’m lucky I’m not dead.

I went on to say that I didn’t want to have a party in some damn country club. That’s not who we are. Even if we are white collar, we still like the idea of beer and a bonfire. I love that my high school friends support me in my writing. But it’s not only that. It’s the sense of community that I feel with my FB friends. There is so much love and support. When there’s sadness we lift each other up. When there is anger, we bitch and fight. When there is loss, we do what we can to show our support. When a silly girl like me posts funny status updates and my friend Lisa says start a blog, you have talent, you do it. Because there is so much love and support among us.

I love, love, love, love, love, my friends. My friend Tracy from Saline, now she is one girl I would have never been friends with in high school. She scared the absolute shit out of me. I talk to her every day now. She’s one of my best friends and I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s still one bad ass mother fucker, but she’s my friend and I love her.

I don’t wish to be 17 again. I wish to have my friends around me from when I was 17. They were everything to me. They still are. The beauty of it is, I get to talk to them every day on FB. It’s not the same as seeing them in person though. I am creating an event today though. Dan’s Tavern in Saline, Thanksgiving weekend. Whoever is home better show up and have a cold one. We need some time together. To laugh, hug, love, and cry. To remember.

Man how I wish I had my Jordache jeans, my bright pink off the shoulder sweat shirt and wide belt. Of course I had to wear a pair of bright pink heels to complete the ensemble. Big ass earrings too and my hair feathered and hair sprayed to the sky with half a can of Aqua Net. Now to find those Marlboro Reds, and that bottle of Boone’s Farm, Tickle Pink of course. Dammit, now I want a smoke!