European Affair
It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her
own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.
As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held
each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another
before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they
restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long
nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the
tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in
a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact
of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.
Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve
been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a
flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.