Disclaimer: I own nothing, Jonathan Larson is god.
Mimi was up against the wall, Roger kissing her fiercely. He reached behind her to open the door, and the two of them tumbled into the apartment. Roger tore off his jacket, and then hers. As they neared the table, he picked her up, and sat her on the cool, smooth metal. As Roger began to kiss her neck, she leaned back on the table, and he began to climb on top of her. Just then, the door opened.
Mark stood in the doorway, beginning to blush and looking quite embarrassed. "Sorry guys, I'll just come back…" he started, but Roger interrupted him. "No, stay," he said. "Join us." Mark looked bewilderedly at Roger then Mimi. "Are you sure?" he asked, more to Mimi than Roger. "It's okay," she replied, "It'll be fun."
Mark hesitantly began to walk toward them, awkwardly taking off his jacket. "Relax," said Roger, as he stood up and led Mimi towards their tattered old couch. Mark followed them, sitting next to Mimi so she was sandwiched between the two men.
Mimi turned to Mark and gently pressed her lips against his. He was hesitant as first, but then began to sink into the kiss. Behind her, Roger unzipped Mimi's blouse and pulled it off her arms. He turned her head, breaking her embrace with Mark, and roughly pulled her towards him, as her began to kiss her, leaving Mark the task of undressing.
Mark, hands shaking, reached up towards the clasp of Mimi's black satin bra. He had never been good with underwear, especially when it came to removing it. He fumbled a minute, and then unhooked the clasp, and began to slide the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Roger removed her bra completely, and broke their kiss, leaning Mimi back into the couch.
Topless, she sat there, both men surveying her hungrily. Roger had had Mimi many times, and knew what was to come, but Mark just gazed at her beauty. Her confident smile, her perfect breasts, her slender legs. He reached his hand down toward those legs, and began to slide it up her skirt.
ShouldI continue?