"Right, come on then, time for a movie."
Abbie swept her arms dramatically over her head to signify just how fed up she was with polite dinner conversation, and then sauntered out of the room just as theatrically. Always willing to be the instigator of action, my girlfriend loved the spotlight. It suited her though. And I never grew tired of her antics; surprise and novelty had faded a little from our long relationship, but a deep, insidious comfort threaded through our appreciation of one another. We had fights and disagreements and annoyed one another, but it had been an age since I'd felt any real drama or tension between us. And having seen this particular routine before, I was more than happy to ignore the amount of dishes that would need cleaning later.
On her way out Abbie trailed her hand lightly over Paul's shoulders, like she was tracing a wave on his back. I watched him shiver at her touch. She didn't look back but I could tell that she knew we were all staring at her bum. Which was only natural seeing as how she's the proud owner of a phenomenal dumptrump that she squeezes into jeans which barely contain it, with the express purpose of drawing attention to it. I didn't have to see her face to know that her self-satisfied little smirk would be there too. She was in her element.
Rather than follow her straight away, I waited to see what our guests would do. Paul and Rosa were making eyebrows at each other and blushing slightly, as they caught each other ogling my girlfriend. They didn't spare a glance at me, just looking at each other and making little micro-expressions. Nervousness dripped off them, but it was an excited nervousness and not an uncomfrotable one; a distinction I had become pretty adept at making.
They were a young couple, but had been together for a number of years; childhood sweethearts, or something similar. Paul worked with Abbie and they'd hit it off a few weeks ago. He did something IT related and very boring sounding, and Abbie had been thrilled to 'collect' him as a friend after he'd helped her out with a problem she was having. She did that sort of thing so easily, and I could remember how she'd done something very similar to me all those years ago; just made her interest and approval apparent, and then carried on as if we'd known each other for far longer than we had. It always made me smile to remember those days. She was so forward and forceful that it had made me come out of my shell without even realising what was happening. Strangers to friends to lovers to something more. It had all happened so quickly.
This was maybe the 5th or 6th time I'd met Paul and Rosa, and the 3rd time we'd specifically done things together as a group. Paul was tall, and fairly broad shouldered, but had quite a lean frame. He was also fairly soft spoken, but his mannerisms and the dry delivery when he did make jokes or join in made me think of him as more 'reserved' than 'shy'. He came across as genuine though, and we'd gotten on well when we'd spoken. He seemed quite smitten with Abbie. The attention she'd shown him was well-received, even in front of his young wife.
Rosa was gorgeous. There isn't much else to say about her appearance. She had long, wavy black hair that was a direct contrast to her husband's short blond cut, and that made me think of breezy summer days in a southern Italian town. I had no idea if her family were actually Italian, but I didn't want to spoil the image for myself so I didn't ask. She had a strikingly pronounced jawline but that was the only part of her that seemed to have edges and sharp points, the rest of her was all curves. She always seemed to wear tops that left her shoulders and arms bare as much as possible, so my objectifying gazes always started there and moved downwards. She didn't seem to wear bras a lot, which let me ogle her modestly sized boobs with minimal interference. I was eager to undress her and see if her nipples were as large as they appeared from the bumps that protruded from her clothes. Her stomach, hips, ass and thighs all seemed equally delicious and I longed to unwrap her fully and gaze uon what I was sure was a perfect, sinful figure.
I stood up, feeling the beginnings of an erection stir at the thought of stripping Paul's wife, but I had retained enough self control not to show everyone a tent in my pants.
"Come on, it's not a good idea to keep her waiting," I said with a wink.
They were both a little red in the face, but they pushed their chairs back quickly, and almost in perfect unison. Yeah, definitely nervous excitement. I forestalled any attempt at politeness towards cleaning up with a shooing motion, and we all followed Abbie into the lounge.
Sometimes she would organise things so that the couples would be initially separated from each other, and when the time came for us to swap, someone from each pair would have to get up and cross the room. Usually that was the ladies; nervous-excited women walking across the room and passing each other like a sexy Cold War spy exchange before straddling the man sat on the couch opposite them. It was incredibly hot, and the symbolism and clear boundaries really intensified the mood.
But tonight she'd kept the couches together and was curled up on one, waiting for us. Paul and Rosa went to sit together on the other couch, but I stopped them.
"Actually guys, I'll sit on the end here."
Inoffensive and giving them nothing to object to or question. They both looked back at me quizzically, but nodded. There was a brief but powerful moment of tension as Rosa led her husband to go in front of her, and sit next to Abbie rather than me. She threw me a small smile over her shoulder before sitting down next to her husband. Abbie was flicking with the remote, and pretending not to notice the little reshuffling.
