TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 5. GIVING IT ALL MY SOUL

THE PARTY WAS OVER

On tearing my gaze from his, I bumped into the fifty something cowboy and three more friends and looked at Freddie biting my lips. His eyes dragged over them closely, licking himself. I counted, we were six people. Could you call that ménois à trois too?

- What's your name, baby? -the fifty something cowboy asked taking seat beside Freddie.

- Melina -he said so confident, fluttering his amazing eyelashes, flirty.

- Melina what?

- Me...

Fred, refrain yourself! Are you gonna say Mercury? Really?

- Meier -he answered not letting himself not even two seconds break.

- Are you well endowed down there? -he asked vanishing his hand under the table.

Everything was moving so bloody fast.

- Hey, hey. Hands off, cowboy. You can't imagine how much I enjoy with the foreplays -Freddie appeased him putting his index finger over his lips after slapping away his hand.

- So do I. Could I give you just a little kiss? You have such an amazing mouth.

Freddie nodded smirking and cupping his face tightly against his, the little kiss turned into a very long wet kiss. I swallowed hard, so awkward while the other three friends were around me, staring at me weird. Sometimes as though I was a weirdo and sometimes with obvious desire.

- Where did you do your cosmetic surgery, honey? -one of the youngest asked me looking at my shoulders and collarbones with curiosity.

Oh, my God. They thought I was one drag artist, of course. If I went out alive of this, Freddie would be punished severely from me.

While I watched as he managed himself so comfortably with that horny man, those three gays started to feel like touching my cosmetic surgery.

- Your tits looked so small – the redheaded thought sneaking his hand into my neckline.

- Hey, take it easy -I slapped him and he drew apart his hand and instantly I could hear something cracked.

My static electricity so characteristic in me when I felt nervous or awkward, made him smile though jumping off. Freddie threw me a glance at last while he kept the cowboy at bay offering a little bit to appease him. He pursed his lips blowing me a kiss and I giggled.

- You must be a volcano in bed, aren't you, blondie? -another of the fifty something asked pulling me to straddle his lap so easily-. Show me your shaft.

How could I keep those three horny assholes at bay? Freddie was in easier situation. It was only one. The game involved we could give in a little at least. I looked too tense.

- That hand -I warned him although I tried to play a faint smile, wanting to play my part and failing. I needed a little bit more of alcohol for that game.

- Tell me how it looks if I can't fondle it. Whisper to me.

Eli, where is your sense of humour? It's really fun actually. How many times had somebody mistaken you for a drag artist? Play along with them. Don't be such a bluenose. We are in the late 1970s and this is so cool.

- It's... -I stepped closer and spoke to his ear, sensually-. It's very soft and I like it filled with saliva.

Did I really say that? Goddamit, Eli. What this fucking Freddie Mercury has done to me? He got things out of me that I didn't even know were there. You are a fucking bitch, you know?

- What else? Go on -he demanded straddling me over his hard bulge-. It's long, isn't it? -he tried again checked it out, sliding his hand over my crotch.