Booze Addled Tart

The moonlight glittered off the river; Van Gogh yellow and rippling, where the whiskered snout and dark curious eyes of the vagrant seal had poked through the surface to check the stars, and then disappeared to sniff out further adventure. Voices: In the distance, beyond the trees along the river; behind the industrial plastic picnic table shackled to the quay to keep it from wandering; floating on summer lust and tequila freedom; laughing, squealing, wet with starlight and drunk with enthusiasm.

          I love seals, and I lifted the bottle of Jack in salute to his pleasure. I took a drink and licked the spill off the plastic table top; resting my cheek on the table, I kissed the black, sticky label and watched the breasts slide across the surface, through the whiskey bottle that distorted their beauty like a fun house mirror. Like half-full water balloons, they slid closer, passing the tower of Jack, one on each side, to rest in a shimmering pool of whiskey next to my lips. The nipples were barely discernible, nearly the same color as the flesh of the breast, and rivulets of precious liquid, collected in their journey, trickled onto my waiting tongue. I turned my eyes up and watched Tess's eyes, and the smile on her lips, as she manipulated her treasures nearer my mouth. She swooped down and sucked Jack Daniels from the table, licking my lips as she passed; she placed a phantom nipple in her mouth and sucked, drooling the whiskey over it, letting it drip and dribble over and into my open mouth. I liked that.

          The table was chained to the ground, but it still moved. The distant voices had passed now, and the chain was stretched taut, holding the table on the edge of the quay; our bodies were prostrate across it and each other, bottle empty on the ground and our clothes floating in the river like pockets of Sargasso. I kissed Tess's breasts as my head rested on her chest, listening contentedly to her heartbeat, eyes closed to sever the beams of moonlight that flickered beyond the lids. I wondered idly where we might get another drink.

          "What time do you think it is?" She ran her fingers across my head and played with my hair and my ears; I liked that.

          "I don't know Tess. Does it matter?"

          "Not really, I guess. I was just wondering how long we had before the Day-walkers start to take away our world." She slid from under me and kneeled on the bench. "I wish we could always be like this." Her tongue circled my nipples, back and forth between them, her hands on the table next to me, arms bent to bring her closer. "You taste like midnight." Her mouth trailed down my chest. Over my stomach. "It's really nice."

          I closed my eyes and ran my hand over the sheen of sweat covering her back. Her ass, moving with the rhythm of her head, was pale, like ivory. I wanted to taste her, but was too drunk to move. She turned her head and flicked her tongue as she watched my eyes on her. She saw my need and moved on to the table above me, settling into my hungry mouth with a sigh; the sound of her mouth was in chorus with the slapping of the river against the quay.

          When the sky was turning gray, I found some of our clothes, about a hundred feet away, gasping and clinging to the shore of the river. I think the seal had pushed them there, and he left a sharp, stiff, black whisker on Tess's jeans—to prove he was there. All the clothes weren't there. Tess had her jeans and one sandal that floated better than the other, and I had my jeans and a white t-shirt. I watched Tess dress. I offered her my shirt, and she took it, but didn't put it on, just sat there, on the table, watching the night accept the day—her outlet jeans and designer breasts.  My jeans clung to me, reminding me of the night. I liked that.

          We saw a jogger appear out of the mist on the other side of the river, and Tess perked her head off my shoulder, sensing the day. I wanted her again as I watched her put on my shirt. I wanted her more. I wanted the night to stay.

I wondered where my car was: as we walked away from the quay, and the seal, and the broken picnic table. I wondered if I would see Tess again...