A night to remember

Kaprice smiled weakly.
“Come on, let’s get back to my room. This hotel lobby has too many old people in it.”

Tran grinned and followed her as she pulled him along to the lift.
“Soo…. How have things been?”

-“Good, good, I’m in my third year of study at the university in Melbourne. I’m gonna be a counsellor.”

“Ironic really considering what you have gone through your whole life.”

-“Yes, but in a way it is right. At least I can relate to them at a level that not many counsellor’s can.”

“Yes, empathy is a good trait for a counsellor. At least you can halve your prac time, you could always just go on prac with one of your many counsellor’s.”

Kaprice smiled broadly and thumped him in the shoulder.
-“Asshole.”

“Well some things never change.”

Kaprice turned to him and looked him in the eye, her piercing blue eye’s searching the depths of his soul for answers to unsaid questions.
-“Yes, some things never change.” She replied softly.

They had a moment as they stared at each other for an extended period of time. The pinging of the elevator arriving at their floor however broke their entrancement.

-“Well, this is my floor, let’s get out and open that bottle.” Kaprice said moving away from Tran abruptly.

Tran shivered slightly as he nodded mutely following in her wake. Did he just imagine what he just saw in her eyes? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking he chided himself as he followed her into the small-darkened room. A faint click and the room dimly lit up to reveal a simple queen sized bed. A small tv adorned the dresser in front of him and to his right lay the ensuite shower/toilet. Outside the window a towering office building loomed up in front of him. Small windows of yellow light shone out to reveal inhabitants in tiny cubicles typing away. Impervious to the onlookers from the hotel opposite. Like miniature guinea pigs dressed in suits and glasses in their own little world. The clinking of ice against glass brought Tran back to attention as Kaprice arrived with two glasses; she stood next to him for some time enjoying the fascination of all the little people in the building working away. Kaprice sat on the window ledge Tran followed as they sat silently watching the busy street below.

Tran spotted an old woman and young child waiting patiently for a bus on the sidewalk as he studied them.
“Have you ever sat and wondered what they are thinking about?”

-“Yes, I do it all the time, it’s one of the reasons why I wanted to go into psychology.” Kaprice responded, opening the bottle of bourbon and pouring herself and Tran a glass.

Tran looked down at the amber liquid as he swirled the ice within the confines of his glass.
“e yoe your choice in drink hasn’t changed” Tran said, raising the glass to his lips and swallowing half of the contents of the glass.

Kaprice laughed as she refilled both their glasses.
-“I haven’t drunk alcohol in 2 years.”

“Well you certainly believe in throwing yourself in the deep end then don’t you?”

-“It’s the only way to live.”

Tran looked into Kaprice’s sapphire eyes; he could sense sadness deep within them. But her facial expression said otherwise.
“Why do you wear that mask?”

-“What mask? What are you talking about?” Kaprice said.

“I can see your sadness, it tarnishes you. Deep within your eyes I can see your pain. Why do you look so happy with all that pain?”

-“I don’t know what your talking about. I’m happy where I am.”

“You don’t need to lie to me Kaprice. I know youwellwell.”

-“Do you? What makes you so sure you know so much about me? If we’re so ‘close’ then why come we haven’t seen each other in two years and why do I have a steady boyfriend now?”

A boyfriend? This came as news to Trans ears as he struggled to comprehend Kaprice as having different feelings as he did to her.
“Three years, and a boyfriend? Now this is news, tell me about him.”

-“His name is Paul, in some sense he is very similar to you.”

“Paul huh? So how did you guys meet? Do you… love him?”

-“Oh we just met at uni, he lived in the student accommodation where I lived, and we just started going out. Love? What do I know of love, I thought I knew what love was once, but that was a long time ago.”

“Sounds like your life has finally settled down, new boyfriend, steady degree, so tell me Kaprice, what is it I see in your eyes? What is this pain that you hide from everyone so well?”

-“If you know me so well then why do you need to ask me?”

“Perhaps I am afraid of what may be revealed.” Tran whispered softly.

Kaprice looked up at him; her eyes were clear blue as she gazed in the distance, her body was in the present but her mind was a million miles away. He already knew what she was going to say before she even opened her lips.
-“.. I still wont forget that fateful day when the train pulled away from the train station. Leaving you behind forever. I wanted to get off the train so badly but my sister stopped me. It was for the best after all I kept telling myself. But I was lying to myself. Like I have been these past 3 years. This relationship I have right now, I only did it in an attempt to get you back, to replace the unreplaceable.”

Tran looked up at Kaprice as their eyes interlocked. Tran felt his heart flutter, perhaps it was the after effects of the alcohol he told himself. You did drink it rather quickly after all. Tran looked deep into Kaprice’s cerulean eyes. Her pupil, a small dark mote in contrast to the blueness of her iris dilated slightly in time to each pulse of her heart. Kaprice’s mouth parted slightly as they continued to stare within each other’s eyes for some time. Trans hand moved to her arm, his hand gliding across her snow white skin. She didn’t flinch as his hand continued to glide down her arm to grasp her hand, his fingers intertwining with her own. He closed his eyes as his lips parted to meet her own, she responded just as eagerly their lips interlocked with each other as she felt the roughness of his tongue brush slightly against hers. Tran closed his eyes, it was exactly as it was 3 years ago. His tongue explored the hidden recesses of her soul as his hands cradled against the small of back, drawing her closer to him. Kaprice’s arms wrapped themselves at the back of his head as she drew him close to her; their lips meeting impassioned with each other. The repressed emotions of 3 years, reaching boiling point as they surfaced. Deep within her she felt giddy and intoxicated from it all but ignored it, wanting nothing more than to fill this emptiness dwelling deep within her heart. She broke their embrace and looked into his eyes. He looked at her with wonderment and amazement as two tears travelled down his cheek. Kaprice leant forward as she kissed his tears away, he whispered in her ear as she moved away from him.

“I’ve got stars in my eyes Kaprice, stars.”

They embraced each other tightly as time stood still. Kaprice was the first to break the embrace as her hands slid down his spine, Tran took in a sharp intake of breath as her fingers gently scraped against his skin, the tickling sensation sending shivers up his spine. Tran lifted up his arms as she drew his shirt over his head, the cold chill of the night sending goosepimples across hisst ast as her hands ran across his bare flesh in broad sweeping movements. Tran broke their embrace as he looked deep into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” he asked inquisitively.

-“I’ve been sure my whole life…” Kaprice replied, unbuttoning her shirt to lift it over her head.

Tran stood transfixed as her body revealed itself to him, revelling in its beauty and marvel. It was as if time had stood still and he was transported 4 years back to when they had first made love. He moved forward, cupping her breasts gently as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, inhaling her aroma deeply. The smell of vanilla and musk intoxicated his senses as he gently nibbled her neck, his rough tongue sliding effortlessly across her satin flesh as she moaned in fervour, her neck arching to his undulating tongue. Trans hands moved to her bra as he unbuttoned it with ease, the lace bra falling away from her shoulders to betray her wanton desire, her nipples; two perfectly rounded pink buds erect and hard. Trans tongue ran across her swollen buds, his tongue brushing against her sensitive flesh roughly as she groaned softly. Her hands stroking the back of his neck as she encouraged him to continue, whispe sof softly in his ear’s her most forbidden desires.

Trans hands continued exploring her body as Kaprice’s skirt fell away to join the small mound of clothes. Her thin white lace underwear shimmering dully in the light of the room. Kaprice went to move her underwear but Tran stopped her, gently pushing her away with his hands as his nose traced a line down across the hem of her underwear. He could smell her musky fragrance trapped inside as he slowly traced his lips across the lace front of her underwear. Her thighs trembled slightly to his touch as he continued to kiss her, his hands stroking the insides of her leg as his mouth began to explore the thin veil of lace in front of him. Kaprice shuddered as her legs locked themselves against the back of his neck, the friction of his tongue through her thin lace underwear sending tremors of pleasure up her spine. Tran stopped temporarily as he pushed aside the wet thin lace barrier between Kaprice and him as he continued, driving his tongue deep inside her as he revelled in her taste. Kaprice groaned louder as she her hips bucked towards him, the feeling of his tongue deep inside driving her crazy. Kaprice was close to orgasm as she whimpered in pleasure in between groans, ‘please don’t stop. It feels so good.’ Her body convulsing in pleasure, as the sensations bombarded against one another like a chain reaction explosion deep within herself. Her moans echoing off the thin walls of the hotel room, to fill Trans ears.

Shakily, Kaprice pulled Tran up to her mouth as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue forcefully pushing his aside as she straddled herself ontop of him, pulling off his pants urgently, the palm of her hand rubbing against the small tent inside his pants. Naked, her hand snaked down to stroke his length as she nibbled on his neck. Her tongue snaking across his chest, flickering briefly at his nipples, before continuing her path downwards. She reached her destination, his erect cock pulsating slightly in her palm. Kaprice ran the length of her tongue up his cock as Tran moaned incomprehensibly. His neck bending back in reflex of pure rapture. A wall of liquid encased his phallus, sending him into a blissful, throbbing crescendo. The feeling of her tongue against his member sending him into a world of ecstasy as she continued to motion her head up and down his length slowly increasing in speed as his moans grew in volume.

“Stop, stop.” Tran moaned. Kaprice stopped and looked up at him inquisitively, a look of wanton playfulness and desire both evident in her eyes.

-“I thought you were enjoying it.” She whispered seductively, as she pouted at him.

“I do, but at the same time I don’t want this to be over. Not this soon.” He said smiling at her as he drew her back up towards him.

Kaprice smiled in return as she returned his kiss, positioning herself over him. She broke their embrace as she slid down his member, Tran entered with ease as they both groaned in unison, Kaprice’s tight inner muscles clamping down on him as she motioned slowly with her pelvis, driving forward as it sent a current of pleasure through the couple. With each forward motion Tran drove deeper into her as much as he could. As their movements increased, so did their passion, inflamed and white hot. Kaprice’s eyes squeezed shut as her breathing became ragged, the room silent now except for the sounds of their two voices in unison uttering unfathomed desires.

-“That feels so good, keep it up, I’m so close” Kaprice whispered hoarsely as her fingers moved to her swollen clit, manipulating it in time to the movements ontop of him.

Tran steadied himself, his hands on her hips as he drove himself upward with each downward thrust from Kaprice. His world became a blur of colours as he stared in her face. Picturing only her all time seemed to come to a halt the only sounds filling his ears were the sound of his heart and her voice, urging him on. Her mouth parted slightly, revealing a faint hint of her white teeth. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as moans left her mouth, she was close. As was he, as a deep guttural moan left his mouth as he felt himself come deep inside her. The colours intensifying as he felt himself give in to pleasure. A kaleidoscope of colours swirled across his vision as the pleasure sped through his body. Kaprice too came at that precise moment, her cries of ecstasy in unison to his. Her nails digging into him as her back arched. Tran saw the irridescent kaleidoscope of colours shatter before his eyes as multi coloured shards drifted away and faded into oblivion as an overwhelming sense of peace filled his mind. For once since their break up, Tran slept peacefully.