"What about him?"
Brian leaned back in his metal chair, cool in the spring heat. He thought about how to answer, squinting at the afternoon sun. A slight breeze barely kept him from sweating, but after winter it was refreshing.
He watched the subject in question walk towards them. Jeans, white athletic sneakers, football jersey, and a flat brimmed hat. It was game day, and there was some great sports bars down the way. So a sports fan? He had two guys with him and was acting cocky, his dark skin split by a wide smile, his hands constantly animating his words. Excitable. White teeth, not really in shape. Dark stubble along his face, but trimmed to hard edges. He cared about how he looked...
Brian watched him pass, then turned to Sarah. "He likes it vanilla... With a twist. Wants to explore more, but feels trapped in trying to be masculine. Thinks about trying out prostate play, non-monogamy, and secretly wants a M-M-F threesome."
"A spit roast?" She giggled, "Think you're funny, huh?"
He smiled and sipped his coffee. "Your turn. That girl, waiting at the door over the road."
She leaned forward, and Brian watched. He loved this game, guessing people's sex lives and desires. He loved the way it made them both a little turned on, but most of all he loved to watch Sarah. She was looking the girl up and down, and he saw her lick her lips a little. He felt himself stiffen a tiny bit more in his pants, caught up in how she stared down the beautiful blonde. He glanced at the subject, who seemed impatient. She was alone, in leggings and a loose shirt, tapping her foot in the doorway of a bar. Her loose shirt blew in the wind, betraying some wide hips and small breasts. Her giant sunglasses hid her eyes, and almost touched her lipstick. Her hat was clutched in one hand to her head against the breeze, and she swayed in that I've-had-one-more-drink-than-is-safe-in-the-afternoon way. Sarah turned back, smug.
"I've got her all figured out."
"Oh really," he teased, "That fast?"
"Yep! Semi gold-digger, with some guy she doesn't like. She yelled at someone on her phone earlier, and 10 bucks says some douchebag in a nice car comes to pick her up after her little day drinking with her book club."
"Look at her bag," Sarah instructed. Brian peered and squinted. The cover of a popular vampire-romance novel poked out of the top of the oversized, overstuffed purse. He smiled. "Nice catch."
"I'm not done. Gets off on a vibrator twice a day, and hates to work during sex, but brags about being a catch. Her purse has to have one in it. She likes missionary and hates doggy even though her douchey boyfriend begs for it. Never gives blowjobs, sexually repressed, and secretly fancies her girlfriend's boyfriend's."
"You paint a picture," Brian said, gesturing grandly with his hands, "Of the most repulsive person stuck in a gorgeous body. Well done, my darling wordsmith." He finished with a sarcastic bow, pretending to tip a hat gallantly. Sarah giggled. "Hopefully I'm wrong, but she seems rotten. How about the girl behind me?"
Brian peered as discreetly as he could over her shoulder. A young, dark haired girl sat very still. A textbook laid open in front of her. Looked like basic math... A student for sure. Her fingernails were a bright collection of rainbow colors, so a free spirit. Artist? Her hair had a thin headband across her forehead, and her brown eyes were focused on the pages. She didn't move at all, even as the breeze blew a strand of hair across her face. Her build was slender, and she had a latte in a ceramic cup next to her. Not much to work with... Until she looked up at the waitress who brought her a small slice of banana bread. He watched her eyes skim up the waitress's body, lingering for a milisecond too long on her hips and hint of cleavage showing out of her button-down blouse. Her eyes took in the waitresses face as more than a passing glance, and her cheeks got a flush when the woman set the plate down and tapped her shoulder as she walked away. Brian smiled.
"I've got her nailed," His voice low to not let her know. Sarah leaned forward, eager to conspire.
"She's slightly closeted, at least bisexual. She just undressed that waitress with her eyes. Artsy, so she dreams of long foreplay sessions in a tousled bed in her dorm room, like she sees on her cute little photo blogs. Moans and whimpers at little touches, secretly wants to have a strapon to play with."
Sarah laughed. "You're probably right! I'd totally help her out of the closet, she's cute."
Brian laughed. Sarah knew what he liked to hear. "Your turn... Your pick."
And so they continued throughout the afternoon, downing two more lattes over banter, whispers, and playful teasing. They judged, rated, conspired on all manner of outrageous allegations over stranger's sexuality. Their flirting and talking would follow them home, to their small apartment in a cheap complex. Once there, the would have perfectly normal sex in the missionary position, without contraception since they were trying to have a child. Their eyes would close, and they would sleep happily.
I've wanted to try out a softcore erotica like this for a while now. I've been enthralled by how well some people can write out a titillating story with sexual overtones without resorting to "AND THEN HE PULLED UP HER SKIRT AND POUNDED HER PERFECT ASS WITH HIS HARD COCK AND THEY BOTH CAME LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS".
I'm not sure this one is my favorite piece of writing my head has spat out. It feels flat, short, and lacks a lot of description. But I don't feel like overhauling it right now, my drive/libido is gone today thanks to a lovely tit-fucking session last night with my wife. I feel like a deflated water balloon, which has made me very self conscious today. I usually have a refractory period of a few hours, not dozens. I'm going to blame this on a lack of meat in my diet and cook up something delicious tonight, then sleep off this fatigue I can't seem to shake today.