Let’s Play

Remember when we used to play?

Like…on the night I told you about that one Halloween before we’d met when I’d McGuyver’ed a costume from an old black unitard and cat ears fashioned from scrap felt and a headband? 

You teased me and said that it was more likely my jiggling boobs on roller skates at the rink — rather than my questionable skills with a glue gun — that nabbed me first prize in the costume contest. I didn’t disagree and confessed the greater thrill of having dared the guy I’d been lusting over to pinch my nipples through the stretchy fabric behind the arcade. 

But, you know what I enjoyed even more? How you and I explored countless variations of nipple play for a solid hour after my confession.

Do you remember when we used to play like that? Back before Halloween became about school-sponsored hayrides, kiddie corn mazes, and everything pumpkin spice?

I do. 

I’m thinking of our first Halloween together. I skipped lectures so we could take the bus to Atlantic City for that party at Caesar’s Palace. I tormented you about your reddening cheeks as I kept directing your gaze towards the many Cleopatras with plunging, golden frocks. Oh, how I reveled in your nervous laughter as we groped each other under the dinner table laden with surf and turf. I got you so worked up that you considered dropping over $500 for a night in the Centurian Tower. But, I convinced you to settle for a handjob and finger-bang under the cover of our jackets on the bus ride back home instead. Our covert determination turned out to be hotter than that private jacuzzi would have ever been. And we made it back just in time for my Friday morning classes!

When did we forget to remember to play?

Because we used to play. 

Didn’t we

Surely, that quick fuck at dusk on the hidden bench at the ballfield after your bar league championship game counts? You, in your dusty baseball uniform. Me, running hot since the 7th inning when you’d walloped that homer up and over the stone wall. I conquered my MVP when I eagerly pulled down my shorts to ride that dick, proud and eagerly erect, above the elastic of your pro-flares.   

How about the night I noticed you surreptitiously watching nerdy teacher porn?  I distinctly remember pinning my hair up into a bun and keeping my glasses on when I joined you on the couch later to reward the teacher’s pet with a slow, meticulous blowjob. 

Yes. We used to play. 

I want to play again. 

Let’s play.

This time, though, I don’t want to be the teacher. 

As I roll these fishnets up my thighs, I consider my choice. I wanted something that might inspire us both into a different headspace. Something you wouldn’t expect me to choose. Not because it’s cliché (it is) or might go against my feminist sensibilities (it kind of does), but because, when you lay your eyes on me, I want you to know that I intend to let you have your way. 

Never mind that the blazer that came with the costume is entirely too large or that the bra is too small. I’ve got others. I improvise. Swiftly.

While I don each layer of my assumed persona, I give myself a pep talk…

Don’t be bossy, C (so hard for me). Go at his pace (even harder!). Just wink and nonchalantly tug on this silly little necktie when he gets up here (simple as that, right?). Then take your cues from him, wherever they may lead.

I open the blinds just enough to make it interesting and complete my look with red gloss. No heels on our white bedspread, though!  With a flounce to my plaid skirt, I get into position and dial your cell. 

“Honey, can you come up and help me with something, please?”

You’re annoyed as you contemplate a trip upstairs. I can’t blame you. Both sets of our knees creak as often as the staircase does these days, after all. Yet, you try to hide it (like I knew you would) and agree.

I’m anxious. Even after all this time. But the squeals of your footfalls against the expanding wood try to convince me that your mood will improve significantly when you walk into our bedroom. 

Remember. Please.  

I take a deep breath and settle my lips into a subtle grin as you open the door.

Yes. Let’s play! And can we pretend that it was your idea all along?

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Post Images Credit: Carolyna Luna