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Fingercuffs
Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: 337lee, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
"Fingercuffs". Okay, I admit it, its all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out for a drink. It was me who thought we could take Mark along as he seems a bit down just recently. It was also me who agreed to going back to his for a nightcap. I gladly accept all the blame for what happened next. Even if none of it was my idea. It had been a fun if low key sort of night. Just three friends hanging out in a local pub. Mark's a bit like me in his sense of humour. He doesnt so much tell jokes as bounce off things other people say. He isnt quite as bitchy as me though. Physically we are quite well matched too. Just starting to show a little middle aged spread around his middle. He is about two inches taller than me but blonde. He used to wear his hair quite long, surfer style, until we held an intervention and gave him the card to a decent hairdressers. Bel got a bit d***ker than usual and with it came the flirty attitude I love seeing so much. I think she was only two drinks away from flashing the whole pub when we decided it was getting noisy and crowded. Mark told us of his booze supply at home and we could carry on drinking there listening to music that we wanted to hear, not whatever crap came on the Karaoke that seemed to start way too late into the night. Wrapping up against the cold we stumbled out of the pub and headed to Marks place. Thankfully its not a long walk, Bel in the middle, an arm warpped around both our waists for warmth and support. Laughing ... and talking and bitching about the pub all the way back we were in good spirits by the time Mark got his door open and bowed us inside. Marks house always amazes me. Its a terraced house just like ours but somehow it always seems bigger. Perhaps its just less cluttered. The furniture better placed and quite frankly, newer. Me and Bel shrug out of our heavy winter coats and Mark disappears for a minute while he raids his fridge. He returns with cold cans of lager for me and him and a large glass of something clear for Bel. She takes a sip. "Can I have some lemonade or something in this please Mark?" she asks. I know the tone of voice well. Its not really annoyed but its also not exactly amused either. I take the glass off her and sniff it. My eyes are almost watering. He has given her a very, very generous measure of neat vodka. Mark laughs loudly and returns with a bottle for her to top up as she likes. I think I would have preferred him to get her another glass so she could tip some vodka out. She fills the glass to the top with lemonade. Its still nearly 40% vodka though. Dusting off his stereo Mark makes a fuss out of opening the lid so he can play an old L.P vinyl record. He knows my perverse little penchant for hissing and imperfections in my music that I insist add character. With a flourish and much flipping he slips the Eurythmics album 'Revenge' out of its sleeve and onto the turntable. I love this album. Mark is fond of it and Bel doesnt hate it and, quite ...