“I’ve got a question,” Jack muttered conspiratorially to Lilly and Melanie, who sat either side of him.
“Oh god…I don’t even want to-”
“So like he said no swinging, but does sucking cock count? It’s not sex…not really. That guy with the hairy ass has been eyeing me up since we arrived, and maybe it’s the Mimosa taking effect but I think I’m into it. I’m looking to suck seven shades of cum out of him.”
“Jesus Christ Jack, you’re disgusting. Seven-shades?…You’re going to get us thrown out.”
Although partly based in truth, the words were meant only in jest, and Jack knew that. Lilly couldn’t imagine her friends being any other way.
“I thought silver fox was pretty hot…Lilly? You agree?” Kate smiled in mock innocence.
“Who…the organiser guy? I guess he had a certain charm,” Lilly responded, again searching the bar for his face.
“Yer, seven inches of uncut charm. He definitely isn’t a grower. That thing can’t get any bigger surely,” Jack cackled into his drink.
The thought crossed Lilly’s mind that Jack would only get more ‘enthusiastic’ as the drinks flowed, and there had been many a night that he had gotten them kicked out of clubs with his table dancing. Today didn’t seem the day for dancing at height. Lilly didn’t think she could stomach the view.
Regardless, the drinks did flow. The waiting staff were both generous and prompt with the refills, and it took very little time for Lilly to feel a pleasant warmth in her cheeks. She had soon forgotten to worry about her slightly larger than average nipples, or the fact that she might leave a tiny smear of discharge on her towel. She didn’t find herself staring down at the bodies of the other guests, or worse still, comparing herself against them. She simply enjoyed the peculiar and unexpected sense of comfort that had settled over her.
The one body that she did follow however was Mark’s. He seemed to frequently walk across her line of sight as she was mid-conversation, and despite her best efforts, she found herself following his movements.
He looked effortlessly cool, and seemed to command the attention of anyone within a short radius of his conversation.
Lilly found herself wracking her brain for an excuse to talk to him.
‘Would it be entirely too cringey to ask him to go over the rules again? I then either look like I have the IQ of a tadpole or I’m an eager little busy body. Neither really screams ‘ask me for my number’…could tell him I want to become a nudist? Like full time. Is that even a thing?’
“LILLY,” Chloe’s bark woke her out of her thoughts.
“Oh…yer sorry, what?”
“You really are away with the fairies today. Have you had too much to drink? You didn’t have one of the blue drinks did you? They have Malibu in and you’ll vom.”
“No no. Sorry, I’m just looking for the loo.” She gestured with her near empty glass.
“Over there Lil,” Cathy interjected, pointing to a small W.C sign across from them.
The arrow directed her behind the bar; the flooring becoming more uneven and leaf-littered as she approached.
She stumbled slightly on her towering heels, and was momentarily thankful that with the back of the bar tent now concealing her, if she did fall, she would at least not have an audience for it.
As Lilly rounded the corner, eyes cast down, she collided bodily into a wall of warm, firm flesh.
Her head smashed against solid bone and for a moment, stars flashed behind her eyes.
Before she could teeter any further off balance, two large hands encircled her waist and pulled her close, steadying her as she swayed.
Her nipples hardened at the gentle friction of chest hair, and her stomach fluttered as thick thigh muscle flexed between her own tangled legs.
“Are you ok?”
Dragging her gaze up several inches, she found Mark’s eyes. This close up they weren’t just blue, but a swirl of bright azure and sage green. It reminded her of sea foam.
“Y-yes.”
The smell of him consumed her; a heady mix of woody musk and orange zest.
“Are you sure?”
Lilly realised then how she gawped, mouth open and fingers still tightly gripping his tanned shoulders.
“Um…god, yes…sorry, yes! I’m so clumsy. It’s not the drinks. I mean they probably haven’t helped…but I fall over sober, like regularly…I’m great, don’t worry. Sorry.”
She tripped over the words, trying to push away and find stable footing on the leaf-littered floor. Mark held her firm, one hand still gripping her waist, and the other coming under her chin to tilt her head upwards.
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach moving north up into her throat. Lips parted instinctively.
“Are you sure? I mean I’ve got a pretty hard head but that one stung even me.”
Lilly glanced down to see a small red mark nestled in the hairs on his chin, and she pictured the one in the centre of her forehead which would match it.
“I promise, I’m fine.”
She pushed on his chest with slightly more force and Mark reluctantly set her down. Her skin cooled without his touch, and she felt her nipples harden further.
‘Can he tell?’
“No dizziness?”
“Erm nope.”
“How many fingers?”
The shockingly vivid and lewd image of Mark, three fingers deep inside her, flashed by and was gone as quickly as it arrived.
“I’m sorry?”
Mark held four fingers out to the side.
“How many?”
“About as many brain cells as I feel like I have right about now.”
He reluctantly smiled; the corner of his mouth curving up.