Kissing

“Let’s make this round traditional,” Phoebe says, “you kiss whoever the bottle lands on.”

Monica wets her lips with bourbon and spins. It points straight at Rachel.

Monica laughs, “If you don’t comb my hair out of my face, I’m going to be so disappointed.”

Rachel stands up and meets my shorter wife halfway. She tilts her face down, and delicately brushes my wife’s hair back from her face. Their lips meet in a kiss. And don’t part immediately. Rachel’s hand burrows into my wife’s hair to hold the back of her head as they sensually kiss. The firelight flickering on one half of their bodies.

They both smile as they part. Joey claps, “Bravo. I would’ve never expected you two to be so willing. I love it. Not one complaint.”

“Let’s keep it that way,” Phoebe says, drinking and spinning. The bottle lands on her husband. Without hesitation, she climbs into his lap and starts aggressively making out with him.

We have to yell time to get them to stop. Phoebe says, “That was great. I never get to make-out with my husband anymore.”

Joey’s spin points to my wife. He asks, “You wanna come sit on my lap too?”

Monica shakes her head, “Nope. You’re coming to me big boy.”

He lumbers over to her. Still sitting in her chair, my wife tilts her face up at him. His hand lowers to her face and brushes her hair off her neck. He tilts her head and starts slowing kissing and sucking on her exposed neck. Monica sighs as the sensations. Her eyes looking at me before they close, when she moans because he’s sucking on her ear.

He leaves my wife flushed.

Ross takes another noticeably large gulp before he spins. The bottle points directly at his best man, Joey. He grabs the bottle to spin again.

“Ehh,” Phoebe stops him again. “You have to kiss whoever it’s pointing to without complaining.”

Ross stands up, obviously frustrated but keeping silent. Joey turns his head and asks, “Would you like to kiss my neck?”

“Shut up,” Ross growls and grabs Joey face and turns it to his. His plants a big kiss on his friend’s mouth. Then their lips slightly part, and they kiss again. I swear I see a little tongue action before Ross lets go of Joey’s bearded face.

Rachel’s face looks a little stunned, but she did just kiss my wife. Maybe both their sexuality isn’t as concrete as they’d pretend. She takes a bigger sip this time than the first round.

The bottle points at my wife. She stands to stand up to meet in the middle again. Rachel shakes her finger, “No. No. I’m climbing in your lap this time.”

Her long legs thread the chair and she straddles my wife. Their kiss before was nothing. This is a long distance lovers reuniting kiss. Their tongues dance in their mouths. My wife’s hands roam Rachel’s back.

I have to physically lift Rachel to get her to stop making out with my wife. As I hold her, she says, “Your wife is a really good kisser.”

Alright, finally my turn to get some action. I take a sip and spin.

The bottle points right back at me.

The group laughs. “Time to kiss yourself Chandler.”

I play along and act like I’m not disappointed. I flex my arms and kiss my biceps. “Yeah baby.”

I pass the bottle back to my wife and hope for more action next time.