They danced and the sexual tension increased. She leaned back to look in his eyes, and they kissed softly, as if rehearsed. Their lips were damp and t...ey skimmed smoothly together. The connection ended, but they held their faces close together, breathing against one another.The song stopped and they pulled apart, a bit embarrassed. They returned to their seats, holding hands. He moved his chair closer to hers and sat, just quietly looking. She leaned over and stole a kiss. Her tongue darted. This happened at night my brother was at his middle school graduation partypromwhatever, I was coming back from a night out to our parents’ house (they were gone so I promised I’d stay at their house for the weekend) , quite drunk and sadly blue balled. I saw my brother’s little girlfriend sprawled on the kitchen floor, hair disheveled, eyes smeared in dark make up, wearing a little black dress , in the living room her high heel shoes were thrown, one by the TV on the coffee table. So I ran up. ’ I held her then and felt the wet of her tears on my neck. She stepped back and let her hands slide to my hips. ‘Oh, but look at you,’ she said, then kissed me firmly. Over dinner and champagne she told me she had been fortunate that the Parisian Perverts had indeed been out in abundance (and a Citroen she had remarked impishly) and she had sold all six pictures. She had, purely for the sake of art and commerce, had to sleep with twenty-two Parisian women but, not to worry, they all smelled. He felt his eruption coming on and forced himself to relax and go with the flow. And flow he did. Gobs and gobs of cum flowed into Opal’s eager mouth. His whole body felt the pins and needles from the orgasm and he stayed high in a post-orgasmic tingle. Opal continued to suck and swallow but less forcefully. She yielded the vacuum slowly until her open mouth let his shrunken meat slide over her chin and droop down. Fallston sat dazed, drained of energy and liquid. He never thought he could cum.