Futurematic*

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Jun 29, 2005

Durch die Vorhänge sah ich, daß es heller wurde, also die Tageszeit anbrach, zu der ich, wenn ich wach bin, an einer langen Bahn von Bildern, von Erinnerungen bis zu trüben Ahnungen entlanggleite. Dazwischen hörte ich das Krähen eines Hahnes; die einzige Funktion des Federviehs, die ihm Anspruch auf poetische Verarbeitung gibt, dachte ich und merkte, daß, wie so oft in ungewohnten Lagen, meine Gedanken sich selbständig machten. Darauf schlief ich ein. Am späten Nachmittag erwachte ich. Ich sah durch das Loch. Da war das Fest noch voll im Gange, und ich wußte, daß es nun für immer weitergehen würde.

Wolfgang Hildesheimer, “Das Atelierfest”

It’s not that I wanted to attend the Flirt party, exactly; it’s just that the witching hour was fast approaching and I had nowhere else to go. Les and I were at Jimmy’s birthday celebration. The big four-oh: an event which marks a man’s passage from bachelorhood to lechery. Jimmy has a girl now, though, so there may be hope for him yet.

“But I’m not ready for that,” Les was telling me.

“Ready for what? It’s just a party—a few drinks, a little blah blah blah, maybe some T and A. Besides, you’re always ready.”

Others offered similar encouragements. Leslie relented. And so, after a short walk, we found ourselves in Swingerville, pop. 140. As I scanned the crowd of voyeurs and exhibitionists I realized my little pep talk had been more for my own benefit than Leslie’s, that my interests at the moment tended toward the anthropological rather than the sexual. Having taken such a long vacation from debauchery, I wasn’t sure I had the willl to return.

Our group dissolved into the scenery. Les and I toured the space, upstairs and downstairs, not seeing much of interest. Other than a few clumps of males and females grinding together on the dance floor, the crowd appeared remarkably restrained. But then, quel surprise!, I spied Cassius and Simone sitting against a wall and looking a little bored. Simone, just as lovely as ever in her wispy dress, informed me she’s back from France, this time quite possibly for good.

“Funny,” I said, “cause France is looking more and more attractive to me these days.”

It was love at first sight between her and Leslie, as it always is, so after speaking with Cassius for a moment I went off on my own, bumping now and then into someone from Jimmy’s party. In a half-hearted attempt at entertaining myself I made a pass at a woman and went down in flames, deservedly so.

Natalia stopped by for a little while with her tall pretty friends in tow. Her attire included, uncharacteristically, a hat and sneakers, clothes that seemed to say I’m taken, now go away. She looked appetizing nonetheless. “You owe me a new mistress,” I joked, eyeing her friends.

“Ha! I think they’re both a little freaked out by this party.”

“Ah, but it’s so tame.”

And yet when I located my girlfriend again I found her pinned beneath Simone, who was administering a very enthusiastic lap dance. I slumped against the couch, next to the girls, and explored Simone’s robust curvature with winter-toughened palms. My fingers crept under her dress now, delicately traversed the length of the narrowest section of her thong, my wrist brushing against an ass that was remarkably full and warm and round. So perfect, sometimes, to simply touch—to not concern oneself with what comes next. Simone’s smallish breasts popped out and Leslie lapped at them. Peaches and cream was all I could think.

“How’s your girlfriend?” I asked Leslie as we made our way out.

“I have a date with her next week.”

“Are you still mad I made you come out tonight?”

Ignoring my query, she took my hand and we walked to the curb to hail a cab. Behind us, the party was in full swing. I knew now that it would go on forever.

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