It was a party we shouldn’t have been at considering that we worked together. Nevertheless we sat and talked as we shared a drink, and despite the small amount of debauchery going on around us, it was quiet. I sucked in my stomach, passed her the drink and thought loudly to myself: we can totally do this.

It wasn’t until they fell down next to us in the corner that I began to worry.They clawed at each other’s clothes as they kissed necks and pulled on lips with their teeth. They were as frantic as two people can be, and despite our best efforts we were completely focused on them.

“Do you guys mind if we fuck here?” one of the girls asked. I shook my head and mumbled something about not being bothered in the slightest.

By the time their shirts were off, our drink was gone, and both our hands were on the glass. I didn’t notice I was touching her fingers until she switched hands and put the drink on the coffee table behind us. I turned to watch, and somehow she was warm against my back with a hand on my shoulder.

In front of us were four breasts, four hands, and twenty incredibly busy fingers. They pulled straps down, undid hooks, opened buttons, belts, and zippers, and I heard a sigh from Issa behind me when hands disappeared into panties and mouths were muffled between breasts. I had to look down to realize we were holding hands as we watched.

One of the girls pushed the other up onto the couch as she tore the cotton off her hips and I suddenly has someone’s head on my lap. She was screaming in seconds, and her hands were on my legs trying to find something to hold on to.

Issa’s hand moved away from mine as her arm snaked around my body to comb the hair of the girl on my lap with her fingers. We both watched as she arched her hips up against the mouth between her legs and she twisted violently on the couch. We watched as she wiggled, strained, and struggled, and we watched as her breathing quickened to the point of losing it.

I could feel warmth against my ear from Issa’s breath, but it was still about them. It was still about the girl coming between my legs as her partner practiced her hard earned secrets without pause. When she stopped shaking she slid down the couch back onto the floor and their lips touched and never parted. We were as important as the furniture, and they were lost in their own worlds.

I turned to the woman behind me and tried to look normal. I’m pretty sure I failed.

“Let’s go,” I whispered.

She smiled and I kissed her. Two minutes later we walked down the steps to the street as we tried to pretend we were going somewhere else.

Guy New York