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 Ch 6 - Focus

   Sarah turned to Paul, the sides of her mouth twisted up in her sinister
grin.  "I'm not so sure I trust that look," he said in return.  Everyone
chuckled.

   Sarah, as well as everyone else in the room, could sense the tension
Paul was putting out.  Some of it seemed to be because he felt he was too
old for this sort of scene.  Some appeared to be because Sarah had broken
thru barriers Paul was not allowed to break.  Jealousy had now struck the
party twice, Paul was about to pay for it.

   "So what will it be Paul." She took a sip of her wine.  "Truth, or
dare?"

   Paul's skin began to dance.  He wanted to run, not because he was
embarrassed, but he felt her gaze digging into him, searching his thoughts
and fears.  He didn't even notice the rest of the party was all staring at
him His mind was blank.  No thought went into his answer, "Dare."

   Sarah pulled her cherry lipstick from her purse, and set it on the
table, "Kiss three of the people here, blindfolded, and tell us who they
are."

   Paul felt small enough to leave the room under the door.  Megan, seeing
how large his eyes were, set him down gently in the chair.  Quietly in his
ear she said, "It's okay, honey, just pretend you are kissing me each
time."

   Paul nodded as Megan lowered the blind fold over his eyes, and applied
the lipstick just below his nose.  Just as before, three names were drawn
from a hat: Karen, Megan, and Jack.  Jack scoffed, which drew an evil look
from both Karen and Sarah.

   Karen went first.  She sat in front of Paul, and leaned in.  She placed
her left hand on his upper thigh for support, her kiss was soft.  As Jack
watched her kiss, he was surprised that his thoughts didn't turn to
jealousy.  Instead, he wondered if she was enjoying it.  He wanted her to.
Paul seemed to as his lips pressed back into Karen's.  After a few seconds,
Karen pulled away and stood up, opening the seat for Megan.

   Megan leaned in for her kiss.  She found Paul's waiting lips warm.  She
thought about how the toilet seat is warm after someone else uses it. 
Funny that she should think about her husband as a toilet seat.  Her lips
contorted in response.  This tickled Paul, and he laughed.

   Jack did not so easily take the seat vacated by Megan.  He much
preferred kissing Sarah to Paul.  Both were attractive people, physically
active, responsive to their bodies needs, but Sarah has boobs, nice sized
boobs.  Paul?  Well, he's a dude.  Jack closed his eyes and leaned in.  In
the eternity that it seemed for Jack to find Paul's lips, Jack started to
lose his balance.  His hand landed high up on Paul's thigh.  Jack could
feel the cloth of Paul's paints shift in response to Paul's enjoyment of
this attention.  Jack's lips found Paul's.

   As Karen watched Jack and Paul kissing, she noticed a warmth building in
her vagina again.  It was like when he kissed Sarah earlier tonight.  Then
she had told him it was only a game, but during the kiss, she realized it
wasn't.  She didn't expect it.  She couldn't explain it.  Watching Jack
kiss both times made her squirm.  She should want to stop it, but instead,
she welcomed this skin crawling.  Was it because Jack was being forced to
do something he didn't want to do?  Was it because she could watch him
experience a kiss and enjoy watching him be pressured with only the role of
a voyeur for herself?  Was it because this was something new, something she
never thought would happen to her or him?  Was it okay for her to enjoy it?
Her lips parted, her breathing grew shallow.  She didn't care if it was
okay.

   Jack could feel the warmth of Paul's exhale on his upper lip, the
firmness of Paul's kiss that was quite different from Sarah's earlier, or
Karen's or any kissing experience.  But just like last time, Jack felt his
kissing partner's lips part, and a tongue come out.  He didn't know what it
was at first.  Then he started to open his mouth in response.  Realizing
what he was doing, Jack quickly pulled himself back, completely confused by
all of his emotions.

   Everyone else laughed.  "Well, we know which one Paul liked best," Sarah
said.

   "Yeah, Megan's!" Paul answered.

   More laughter, except from Jack, who was now bright red.  Sarah piped
up, "What Paul is trying to tell you, Jack, is that you kiss like a girl!"

   Now even Jack laughed.

   Everyone stood in a line, and Sarah told Paul to take off the blindfold.
"So who were your other two partners?"

   Paul frowned, how could he confuse his wife's kiss for a dude?  He
scanned over the line.  The first kisser put her hand--or his, perhaps-- on
his leg, that was kind of cheating, but appreciated.  Sarah would do
something like that.  "The first kisser was, Sarah."

   Sarah turned to Jack, "You must have tamed the savage kissing beast,
Jack, because Paul couldn't tell who he was kissing." Then she turned to
Paul, "Well you're now oh for two.  Wanna go for number three?"

   Paul frowned, who can't tell when he's being kissed by a knockout like
Karen.  Just then his wife caught his eye, if there's one thing that
fifteen years of marriage will teach you, it's subtle communication.  "My
wife had to have kissed me during one of those times, so she must have been
number two."

   Sarah smiled a knowing smile, but let it slide.  Then she turned to
Jack, "Truth or dare?"

   Jack thought about the barriers that he had personally broken down
tonight, and didn't think he could take losing another.  "Dare." As he felt
the excitement leave the room he regretted his decision.  He put one arm
around Karen, his life preserver, and drank some of his beer.  Sarah would
rescue him, "What is your favorite sexual fantasy, that you masturbate to?"

   Something Jack loved, was watching the pleasure Karen felt while he
masturbated her.  They had a dildo made in his likeness for her uses while
he was away on business trips, but they found that he used it on her almost
as she used it on her.  He loved driving it home, deep inside her vagina,
twisting with each thrust, watching her lips caress the veins of his fake
phallus.  This phallus allowed him to just focus on her, rather than be
distracted by what his body was feeling.

   The sex energy she threw into the room drove him wild.  Her hips would
buck as he worked her, and as her moans grew louder, his skin would
electrify.  He would lay his head on her mound, feeling its rise and fall
responses to his handiwork.  Without his penis ever being touched he felt
like he was on the edge of climax.  His eyes would try to engulf her entire
body, absorbing how each part experienced the climax: clinched fists and
toes, her skin tightening, her breasts bouncing, her eyes squeezed shut,
her lips, her hair, her sweat, her sounds.  He truly wanted, one day, to
watch and feel her be brought to climax without effort of him or her, so
they could enjoy it together.  But that admission would have to wait for a
less crowded venue, "A ménage à trois."

   All the guys high fived.  All that had been gained tonight had been
lost.