Not today

Samantha : "No, I think this is good for now. Maybe we could come back some other time for a more exotic experience"

Trevor : "Totally fair dude."

The pop song finished and was replaced by a slow sensual jazz song. James or Jasmine was transfixed by the music, he had never really been into jazz before but then again his primary exposure to it was elevator music. In his head he knew it was the **** driving his interest but that didn't stop the rhythm from taking a hold of him. He closed his eyes and laid back into the beanbag chair, letting all the stress of his situation slide easily out of his mind as the pleasant sensations overtook him.

It could have been seconds or a thousand years when he felt an interruption that brought him halfway back to reality, a hand had found his own, a soft one. James didn't open his eyes but let the hand do what it would, it felt good to sit back and just let the universe act on him. He was so tired of worrying and acting and pretending and the smoke was giving him permission not to. The smoke was letting Jasmine just sit back and enjoy the sensations around him uncomplicatedly, without introspection or doubt.

The hand was stroking Jasmine's arm, moving up to his smooth sleeveless shoulder. He felt the beanbag shift with someone else's weight before feeling a soft body that must have been Sammy's press up against him. the shape of the chair pressed them together.

Finally as he felt soft lips lock with his he opened his eyes to look directly into Sammy's face. There was a shared lust clear in her expression. In a wordless glance Sammy propositioned and Jasmine agreed.