I heard them on the fire escape whispering just before I began to smell their freshly-lit cigarettes. Still falling toward a blackened dream I heard one of the girls say, “I want your fingers inside me.”
That’s when I rose and parted my blinds.
Up on my bed, not five feet from them and I saw two girls standing on the metal platform outside my bedroom window. Dream sirens they were, tempting me to leave my sweaty, summer sex-drenched sleep.
“I want you to pay me some special attention…” The first girl cooed as she stepped into the other, running her finger around the other’s engorged lips.
She ran her finger down the passive girl’s sternum, tracing a circle around her nipple; and lightly pinching it through the fabric.
As though their heat pulled all of the moisture from within me, my mouth went suddenly dry. My light head fell from my top, down to posture in front of my bottom – deep inside me. The butterflies began to encircle my entire being.
I was nervous for them. For her. But also, for me.
In this moment of intimate city living, I didn’t want to be seen. But I desperately wanted to be known.
Secretly I was begging the passive girl to oblige the desirous girl’s request.
“You know… I’ve never even kissed another girl…”
Then, they met, with a slow ferocity – at the lips. As though they were in a vacuum, their suction as the adhesive that joined them together in a union so dense that, even right in front of me, it was able to hide its power from me.
The two girls slid from their lips and embraced. The desirous one’s hand running down the other’s side, cupping her ass and then sliding under. I saw the other girl buck her hips once the fingers reached her soft entry point.
“I want your fingers inside me,” the desirous one said again.
I heard them whisper, then: they disappeared in the door from where they came.
In this confident moment, I was unafraid of any cosmic power. I did not fear the destructive elements. I did not fear the darkness of death. And I did not feel that I was unable or unwilling to comprehend even the gravest of sensations. Here, I was not vulnerable. Here, I was nervous. I was trembling as though every erotic molecule in this intoxicated city was aligned towards me.
I reached down and began to slowly stroke my cock. My fingers running underneath to that soft place. I pressed on it, and in conjunction with the slow, tight grip on the shaft of my cock, I exhaled from my mouth with the great reverent release of the tension that was standing before me. Out and into the world, I sent it.
As a hope.
Because I wanted more.
For it was as I surmised, that the desirous girl lived across the courtyard, one floor below. And as though my heat was a conductor, the lights in her bedroom came on.
Through her open blinds I could see the two girls. One sat nervously on the edge of the bed while the other unabashedly straddled her. Slowly their heads began swirling in dance as their open mouths magnetized; learning one another further.
Holding at the top my ascent, I teased my orgasm. Baited it to wait. Dared it to stay as I tickled my head and massaged the underside.
Then the girl on top pushed the other girl back onto the bed; onto her back. Playfully she leapt on her, pawing at her willing body. Then she reached up and pinned the passive girl’s arm behind her head. Wildly she kissed her, pinning her entire body down with her feral hands which flew up and down the girl’s intimidated torso. Then, pulling her weight back – the girl slowly slipped her down the passive girl’s pants.
With their faces close, she began to finger the girl. A few seconds later and the girl’s hips began to buck. Gyrate. Raise from the bed in approval.
From the cracked window, I could hear the breathing intensify.
Teasing each other with open mouths, the passive girl began to gain momentum. Then, with a calculated violence she pushed the desirous one back into a pinned, half-sitting position against the wall. Pouncing, she fastened the girl to the wall with her strong legs and then grabbed the desirous girl’s thigh, kneading it up and down.
Words were exchanged.
And then she slid her hand up the girl’s shorts. The desirous girl’s head fell to the side in consent. Mechanically the now-active girl’s arm began moving like a gear set in motion – back and forth. Back and forth. She leaned into it as though she were attacking the desirous girl in her softest and hungriest place. As though she deserved it like erotic punishment. But primarily it was as though she were giving them both what they finally wanted.
I continued to roll the head of my cock around in the palm of hand. My other hand balanced the blind open.
After a whirlwind of time spun past, the girl pulled her arm and hands and fingers from the other girl. She tickled her leg in her withdrawal. Then the desirous, pinned girl grabbed the other’s hand and seductively took her fingers up to her face and into her mouth.
After a reorganization of the bodies, the two girls laid on the bed, cuddling.
With the experience still raw, I rolled over onto my back as the wind began to stir the acacia trees outside. And to the music of leaves quaking, I slowly, teasingly drained the entire moment from my body, from the inside, out.