American Beauties

Trash, dishes, vacuuming and bathroom scrubbing. Wednesday night was for chores. Natalie was at her weekly bible study and I liked to straighten up while she was gone. Finally finished, I slumped into the couch and found the remote. My roommate unlocked the door and entered the living room as the screen began to light.

I turned the TV back off and gave my attention to the short black cutie. Her double Cs pressed against her tight wine hued blouse. Her white wool skirt may have reached the floor, but it couldn't contain her round shapely ass. Her sneakers, braces and short braided hair made her feel younger than thirty-five. Her blue glasses framed raised brows and worried eyes.

"Derek guess what?" She began.

"What?"

"Brother Cleon was sick tonight so I led the youth service. Elijah left without his coat, I picked it up to give it to him and look what fell out."

She pulled a tiny bag from her pocket, revealing two pink pills stamped with showgirl silhouettes.

"Wow" I said. "Does he know?"

"You're the first one I've told, but I'm thinking of calling the police."

"Don't do that! A criminal record could ruin his life."

"I could call his parents. Tell pastor."

"Not yet."

She shook the bag.

"Derek, this is serious! What am I supposed to do."

"You need to talk to him" I said. "But first, let's see what's in them. He could have more and we don't need him overdosing."

I pulled out my phone and found them on a drug safe website.

"American Beauties"

110 grams MDMA

15 grams Amphetamine

No reported fatalities.

Natalie sat beside me as I shared the phone screen.

"They aren't sweet tarts" I began. "But there's no immediate threat. Pray over it and see if you can pull him aside this Sunday."

She dangled the bag and sighed.

"Yeah, I guess... but Elijah's seventeen. Why would he... how do I...?"

She dropped the bag on our black oak coffee table.

"What if you took one?" I said.

She scowled.

"Why would I do that?"

"Look, if you go fire and brimstone on him it will drive him further from the church and deeper into whatever he's going through. Come to him with compassion and understanding and you might reach him."

She took a long look at the table.

"I don't know Derek."

"I'll take one with you, turn on a movie and see what happens. By morning you'll know what to say."

"You'll be with me?"

"As much as you need."

She handed me the bag.

"I'm only taking half."

I nodded and split a pill with the blade of some nearby scissors. We washed them down with lukewarm water from her Starbucks bottle.

We laid on opposite end of the couch with a white quilt covering our legs. I grabbed the remote and filled the screen with a Vince Vaughn Christmas movie we shared a month before. Soon the final credits rolled.

"Feel anything?" I asked.

"No. You?"

"Nothing. Should have came on an hour ago. They're either fake or weak as shit."

She sighed relieved.

"But, how can we make sure?"

"We could split the other one and wait an hour. If it doesn't hit by then it's a dud." I answered.

She took a deep breath.

"Okay."

We chased the second half with the rest of the Starbucks water.

"Did you turn off the heat?" She asked.

"Haven't touched it."

"My hands and feet are freezing. Aren't yours?"

My limbs felt warm on the inside but were like ice cubes to the touch. I rolled on a nearby pair of socks and crossed the room to the thermostat. My legs wobbled with every step.

Cranking the heat from 70 to 80 I turned to Natalie. She stared back stunned.

"Derek, go look in the mirror your pupils are huge."

I checked my reflection. A pair of anime cat eyes stared back.

"Look at yours." I replied.

She faced the white mirror near the TV and held her face in her palms.

"Oh my God. Is this supposed to happen?"

"Yeah."

She sat up and held her knee as it twitched and bounced.

"I don't know.... I don't know... I don't know.."

She placed her hand against her chest.

"Derek, My heart's pounding... Think I'm dying. Call 911!"

I sat beside her.

"You're not dying. Your heart is pounding because you're scared. It'll pass."

She sighed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Same as you, but I'm used to it."

The heater kicked on behind the couch. Natalie continued her deep breaths. For the next five minutes I matched her pace with my own breath.

"How are your feet?" I asked.

"Getting warmer. How about yours?"

"Same."

I tugged at my socks.

"Might have to remove these."

Natalie pulled at her own black gym socks and tossed them next to mine.

As my head had reclined on the arm rest she called.

"Derek?"

Annoyed, I sat up.

"Yeah?"

"Touch my feet."

She kicked her toes into my lap. I probed her toes, pads and soles.

"How do they feel to you?"

"Better than mine felt a minute ago. How do they seem to you?" I asked.

"They feel numb. Like they're asleep."

I pressed into her pads with my thumbs and massaged.

"Does this help?"

She sighed, closed her eyes and scooted closer.

"Lower" she cooed. I slid my hands to her soles.

"To the left."

I glided my thumbs to a patchwork of knots. She moaned as I kneaded.

"Deeper."

I pressed harder.

"Deeper."

I used my other fingers, but the knot wouldn't give.

"Derek, I really need you to get in there."

"Hold on" I replied.

I grabbed her shea butter from the coffee table and spread it over my hands. I rubbed my palms for warmth and dug my into her spot. She moaned again.

"Yes lord yes...Like that."

I spent the next hour lubricating every inch below her ankles. Her moans and sighs grew faint. I looked to find her asleep with an innocent grin.

My mouth felt dry and powdery. I wobbled to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water from the fridge. I downed one and refilled the cup. Natalie called from the couch

"Derek?"

"Give me a minute."

Natalie sat upright when I returned. I placed a mug into her outstretched hands. She guzzled like her life depended on it.

"Woooh I'm thirsty lord THIRSTY!"

I passed her the second mug. She finished in a single gulp.

"Is it supposed to do that?"

"Yeah, that's normal. Other than that, how are you doing?"

"My hands and feet warmed up. How are you?"

I grinned from ear to ear.

"Like I'm skipping through happy land."

She giggled. I chuckled. She laughed and bent to her knees. We roared until tears streamed from our oversize eyes. She wiped her cheeks.

"What came over us?!" she asked.

"I don't know, but I liked it."

She cooed and brushed my knee with her hand.

"I'm starting to get warm again."

"Yeah, same."

I slipped off my sweatshirt exposing a fresh white tee. Natalie stretched her arms in a Y and exhaled the longest, loudest yawn I've ever heard. She turned her back to me.

"My shoulders hurt."

I dug my thumbs into her shoulder blades. After a few minutes she flopped face down on the couch and raised her hands to her head.

"Chicken wings" She moaned.

I knelt beside the couch and worked my fingers under her scapula. Her peanut shaped ass rose and fell with every breath making it hard to focus.

She sighed.

"Derek stop playing. I need you to hit it."

She shot from the couch.

"Turn around."

I closed my eyes and heard fabric rustle.

"You can look."

I opened my eyes. Natalie's bra and blouse were strewn on the ground. She lay topless with her chest pressed into the couch cushions.

"Now use the butter and get all the way under my wings"

I lathered my hand, warmed the cream in my palms, and attacked her scapula without mercy.

"Ohhhh.... Yessss" she cooed.

I switched focus from her ass to the side boob that squished underneath. I remained distracted, but at least my eyes faced the right direction.

"Yes, lord yes" She cooed again.

She sighed and moaned as her breathing quickened. I paused to apply more lotion.

"Don't stop!"

I dug into her wing.

"Faster... Faster"

My wrist hurt, but I continued.

"Yes, YES, OH MY GOD YES, OHHHHHHH"

Her entire body tensed, trembled, and relaxed. I stopped.

"Keep going."

I gave her a few more rubs before my cramping fingers gave out.

"I need a break. Hold on."

I grabbed our cups and refilled them in the kitchen. When I returned Natalie lounged topless against the couch. I turned my head and approached. She shrugged.

"It's not like you haven't seen them before."

I fought the urge to stare while shuffling to the couch.

She finished her water with a thirsty gulp sending a stray drop down her face and neck before settling on her right breast. My eyes scanned the floor as she dabbed it dry.

Overwhelmed, I grabbed the remote and mashed the buttons until Log filled the screen. The video transformed our cold black plastic box turn into a roaring fireplace. Now I could ogle the display instead of Natalie's magnetic tits. Feeling warm I cast my own shirt to the ground.

"You're sweating" she said.

I hadn't noticed the condensation until I touched my forehead. I retrieved my shirt to mop it up.

"Let me." She said.

I sneaked peaks of her boobs as she patted me dry. Wrestling my eyes from her chest I caught her cat eye stare. In a moment I felt her joy, pain, laughter, tears, and every emotion we had shared in the ten year I'd known her.

These emotions built to a crescendo of tears and unspoken feelings to damning to share. We embraced. Her tits smashed into my chest. I felt the first strains of arousal brewing.

She released her hug and handed me the shirt.

"I'm soaked. Dry me off."

I tried to dry her chest and sexy stomach with the detachment of a surgeon. Her nipples could have cut glass. They grazed my chest and stomach as she patted my own torso dry. We sunk into the couch with our thighs touching and eyes glued to the screen.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "How do you feel?"

"Like I could float through the wall and up to the moon."

"I'm getting cold again."

"I can tell."

She folded her hands across her chest.

"You're not supposed to look."

"Sorry. I'm trying not to."

She sighed.

"I guess it must be difficult."

She uncrossed her arms. My heart pounded my ribs.

"I'm roommates with my beautiful ex. Damn right it's difficult."

"Is that why you stare at me all the time?"

I gasped.

"You think I don't notice, but I'm really good at knowing when a man checks me out."

"Only cause it happens so much."

"Oooh who you tellin?"

I chuckled. She turned away from me.

"Break times over. Get back in there."

She grabbed the butter from the table and plopped her ass between my outstretched legs. I slathered my fingers into her bra scars as she scooted against my groin.

She guided my hands to her shoulders, her neck and gently down her ribs. I scooped her warm breasts and flicked the nipples with my thumb. She pressed into my crotch as my growing erection pressed back. She brushed my hands aside and faced me.

"Suck my nipples" she begged.

I suckled her right brown teat and nibbled the stiffened peak. She gasped and sighed as I pinched the left. Musky pheromones wafted from her waist.

As her breast melded to my mouth my tongue circled the areola savoring the goosebumps along the edge. I remembered every pore from five years ago. She whimpered and cradled my head in her arms like a newborn.

I nibbled her left nipple and pinched the damp slippery nub on her right. She moaned and shoved the crown of my head until I nearly choked on her glorious round breast.

She fell to the couch, and pushed me on top. Her arms slipped from my head to shoulders and the cradle became a hug. As she loosened her grip I detached from her tits and traveled to her stomach with short dry pecks. I circled her belly button but resisted the urge to lick. Her belly was smaller than years before, but remained round and sexy.

I pawed the hem of her skirt. She lifted her ass as I slid it past her knees to our crumpled pile of shirts. The pink of her panties was better suited to a nursery than the ass in enveloped. Her weight loss should have made it disappear, but instead it loomed firmer, rounder, perfect. I palmed the cheeks and met her lips with a kiss.

As our arid tongues combined, her lips felt cracked and peeled at the edges. We both separated.

"Water" she croaked.

I nodded and left the couch. While staggering to the kitchen I tripped over the discarded clothes and stumbled to the carpet. My vision doubled as I rose to my feet. Good thing I forgot the glasses.

Returning with two fresh cups Natalie sat with her knees joined and a small black fuzzy patch rising above her thighs. Her damp pink panties lay near the TV. She accepted the glass and giggled.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" she asked.

I shrugged and stripped my waist. My angry red penis pointed to the sky along my stomach. A drop of precum sparkled on the head. Our thighs touched as I collapsed next to her. She finished her drink, slapped the cup on the table and stared at my dick.

"Oooh look at you. I can see the veins."

I smiled. "feels good to be hard. How about you?"

She nodded.

"I'm doing okay... Just feelin a little..."

I smiled like a hungry tiger.

"A little what?"

"yunno just...a little... Why are you looking at me like that?"

I tilted my forehead.

"C'mon, say it."

"say what?"

"Say it" I insisted.

She paused for a breath.

"Okay fine. I might be feeling a little bit horny. Doesn't mean we're doing...that."

I touched her thigh.

"We don't have to."

My smile and erection remained. She looked in my eyes.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Cause you're here and this feels good."

She paused.

"It does."

My forearm bumped the warm crest of her ass as my hand crept around her waist.

"What do you want to do right now?" I asked.

She nestled close and dipped her head on my shoulder.

"Hold me."

The TV fireplace crackled in time with the rain dripping down our gutters. We shared deep yawning breaths.

"Derek, do you still love me?" She asked.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I try not to, but I can never quite let you go."

"you need a girlfriend."

"Yeah. I need a tall skinny blond with tiny tits, a belt buckle and a MAGA hat."

"Why would you want that?"

"She'd be the opposite of you. Maybe then I'd forget."

Her head left my shoulder.

"You're trying to forget me?"

"Feel like I need to just to find peace."

I kissed her cheek. Her head rejoined my shoulder.

"I love you too, but I can't love you."

"Why not?"

"Cause if we get back together it'll fall apart the same way it did before."

"Let's just enjoy tonight then." I replied.

She squeezed my thigh. I squeezed hers. Her hand made a pulsing rhythm. I matched her pace.

"Is it weird that I like doing this?" she asked.

"Nah, it's like a heartbeat. Bubum.... bubum.... babum..."

Natalie joined the chorus "bubum... bubum..."

I slid my hand towards her damp inner thigh. My dick bobbed and jumped as she squeezed tighter.

"Bubum...bubum... Derek, this is silly."

We both laughed again. As I bent to my knees Natalie had to grab my waist to keep me from tumbling off the couch. Her hand brushed my dick and a glob of precum stuck to her thumb. She winced and tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't budge.

"pass me your shirt." She demanded.

My white tee laid crumpled near my feet but felt a million miles away. I lurched towards it slow and unsteady.

"you okay?" she asked.

"I don't want to fall."

Natalie staggered to her feet and bent for the garment. I pulled her to the couch a second before her head smacked the coffee table. She collapsed into my groin. I reclined as my precum stained her lower back.

"Think you might be stuck with it." I said.

She adjusted her waist until my cock sat in the crevice between her cheeks and wiped her thumb on my leg.

"Only fair." she said.

I slid my hands to her inner thighs and repeated the heartbeat rhythm. Natalie moaned and nestled dick deeper into her crack. My hands migrated to her mound grazing my thumb against its curly hair. My knuckles grazed the edge of her lips in faint touches.

Natalie's legs tensed and wriggled. I thought she was about to stand. Instead, she shifted her full weight against my cock. My fingertips danced on the edge of her slit.

"Ohh...yes" She sighed.

Her pussy teared up under my touch. Her pleasure became ours as I savored the tingle of her skin. She purred as I poked a digit inside. First the tip. Next the knuckle. She bobbed her ass lubing her crack with my fluid as I slipped a second finger inside.

"Yesssss!"

Her legs shook as she clenched her toes.

"Yessssssss!"

Heat radiated from her center. Her body spasmed and trembled.

"Oh lord... Oh Lord... OH MY LORD!"

Her legs clenched. Her pussy spat out my fingers. She gasped for air like she'd ran a marathon.

"Wow... It's... never felt like that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"All this time. I never enjoyed it. Never wanted to do it. Now I see why."

"Why what?"

"Why you and every other man was into it. Is this how it feels for you?"

"Every time" I replied.

She faced me and gripped the shaft skimming her thumb along the rim. I reclined against the arm of the couch savoring the aching pleasure in my groin. But these sensations were nothing compared to her beauty.

I took in her flawless natural hair and wide brown eyes. The unblemished almond skin encircling her curves. She glowed like a goddess in the low light of our living room. The high gave her the sheen of a soft focused lens.

"So... beautiful." I gasped.

She smiled and spread clear fluid under my helmet as the precum leaked. She caressed my shaft as it spread through her fingers. Her breasts wobbled as her hand glided from my balls to the tip.

"You're amazing." I groaned.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"You're the sexiest woman alive."

"Even with my rolls?"

"Everything about you is sexy."

I reached around her soft brown torso as we kissed. She released my rod and ground her wet pussy along its length.

"Derek, do you want it?"

"Yeah."

She wriggled out of my arms. A tear rolled to her chin.

"I want it too, but it doesn't fit."

"What are you talking about?"

She crossed her brow.

"You know what I mean. We spend all this time kissing, touching and rubbing. But when you try to put it in it never fucking fits. Not with you. Not with anyone."

She buried her head in her hands and sobbed.

"I don't know what's wrong with me" she cried. "I've prayed, gone to doctors, tried everything, but it hurts too much."

I grabbed the edge of the quilt and attempted to wipe her tears. She pushed me aside.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled. "I never should have taken these pills, never should have moved you in my home, never should have let you in my life. Leave me... the fuck... ALONE!"

She returned to her sobs. I retreated to my side of the couch unsure what to say or feel. All I could do is sit by while my ex friend, ex partner, and soon to be ex roommate relived the worst pain she had ever known. That's when my first tear fell. Another followed. Seconds later there were too many to count. I tried to hold back but the floodgates wouldn't shut.

"What are you crying about?" Natalie demanded

"YOU!" I screamed. "You were the greatest girlfriend I ever had. The only one who had my back and never fucked me over. I've been without you for five years and now I'm going to lose the love of my life for good over THIS?!"

I grabbed my balls for emphasis and continued, "Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life alone or trapped in a half assed marriage just so you can be miserable? Never should have moved me in your home? Get me a box. I'll pack my shit tonight."