Chapter 2: Alfred’s kisses

A kiss? I could not do it and yet could not refuse them either. What did that mean, ‘things will get bad for you’? I did not have time to think. June was straddling me, I felt the weight of her hips on mine, the press of her thighs on either side of my torso.

“Don’t get hard thinking of my breasts,” she ordered.

Before I could answer she had bent forward and her lips were on mine, moist, soft, warm, pushy. I let her kiss me while the tip of her hair brushed on my cheeks, I remembered it was straight, dark blonde, and Sophie was always a little jealous of how it looked perfect after just a few brush strokes. She rose and unbuttoned my trousers, which made me buck underneath her. She did not go further.

“Better than that,” she said instead. “Last warning.”

And she bent and kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth wide, pushed so strongly our teeth touched. Her breath smelt of meat and cigarettes, and her tongue played with mine arrogantly. I tried to imagine she was Sophie, but couldn’t quite do it. She was too forceful, too certain. Even after three years Sophie still paused on the cusp of every embrace, like a devout at the temple’s door. I liked it; I was a little like that too. June stepped off me without a world, leaving my trousers unbuttoned. I could feel a large presence by the side of the bed. That must have been May.

“My turn,” he said. She did not straddle me, but as she bent I felt the weight of her heavy, soft breasts on my chest through my shirt. I moved a little, hurting my wrists on the rope, but then her mouth was on mine, her lips drier than June, her manner less forceful. But I remembered the threat and opened my own mouth to her, and slipped out my tongue to meet a row of irregular teeth. Her saliva was sweet and fresh, minty, she must have chewed some gum just before. I ground my lips against hers and pushed my tongue further, docilly, and she let me do all the work but she did not seem to hate it; until finally she pushed herself up and withdrew.

Phryne was a black woman, very sophisticated, she managed a medical lab. I expected her to be next, but I did not expect how she went about it. She took my chin between her fingers, authoritatively, then pecked at my face, slowly, calmly, her wide lips caressing my skin here and there and then finally my mouth. I could smell lemongrass and shea on her face. I tried to remember her features. Our mouths opened together and her tongue caressed mine, deliberately, as if tasting my mouth. I tasted her too with reluctant fascination. I was cheating on Sophie, but despite myself, and with her friend.

Then Phryne rose, and pulled down my trousers and underwear in a brief motion.