I returned to the living room and we continued to watch tv and talk as if nothing happened. Other than my nose running occasionally, there was nothing to indicate any bad behavior had occurred. We were just three friends drinking and watching basketball.
A few of Jimmy's friends came and went. By a few, I mean three or four and none of them stayed longer than an hour. It seemed as though Jimmy was less popular without Kat around. I could see why. He was a bit of an asshole. He was an acquired taste.
Although we weren't talking about it, my mind kept drifting back to tasting Jimmy...and Kevin, a few hours earlier. A few months ago I would have felt self-conscious about what had just occurred. Now I found myself empowered by it. Whether it was my maturation, the gained experience, or the cocaine, I was becoming more comfortable with my sexuality. After having only had sex with one man for the four previous years, I had now had sex with seven men in the matter of six months - not counting my ex-boyfriend. My sexuality was no longer stifled and I craved more.
To be honest, I enjoyed the attention. Sex was validation that I was desirable, popular, accepted; all things I wanted to be. I was also enjoying the sexual variety my life had been lacking before. I had listened to friends recount their various experiences; hook-ups, men, dick sizes. I had always been jealous but also comfortable with my (then) boyfriend. I could now join that conversation.
Speaking of conversation, there was plenty of it amongst Jimmy, Kevin, and myself. I found that I became quite talkative when high, not to mention unfiltered. Jimmy and Kevin didn't seem to mind. They were unfiltered themselves despite taking much fewer trips than myself to the bedroom mirror. I hadn't been back there too much, just enough to keep the high riding, but I had noticed neither of them had kept the same pace.
Kevin had gone to his room for a bit, or the bathroom, I'm not sure. I missed his company which was weird since we weren't even really friends. My mind jumped all over the place like static in my head. Was he ok? Is he sleeping? Is he masturbating his uncircumcised dick? And why did I care?
"Are you ok?"
Jimmy's question had snapped me back to reality. I assured him I was but I needed some fresh air.
I stood up and walked to the small sliding glass door which led to an equally small balcony; stepping on and over the air mattress as I did. The sun was starting to make its descent and the colors of the setting sky and fresh air calmed me a bit.
I walked back inside to find Jimmy laying on the air mattresses. I stepped over him but he grabbed my ankle, causing me to lose balance and drop to the air mattress as well. I attempted to get up but he playfully tackled me, his weight on top of me sinking us both into the air mattress.
His hands once again found my breasts. He fondled them with a smile. His hands felt good on my body and the attention was nice. I could feel him growing against my pelvis.
"I thought blow made it hard for men to get hard," I inquired.
He sat up, saying nothing, and positioned himself between but not on my legs. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off of me as I bent my knees up to assist. He then pulled off my panties in the same fashion.