It started with a break up. The college whatever relationship, three plus years, came to its inevitable end. And though it comes with freedom it doesn't come without pain and uncertainty. So I decided to get the fuck away from her and myself, or that is, the me I was with her. Didn't even want to know that person. Either of us. So unload the bank account and move. At first it didn't even matter. I drove the car until I was tired. Four aimless days culminating in Phoenix. God only knows what the fuck compelled me to seek the desert, some perverse freeway design leading me past those hellish cityscapes which blighted the otherwise pristine sun scorched land. I utterly loathed Phoenix.
So I sold the car and prepared to board a plane. There was some foolish notion of Greece. A buddy, or some acquaintance had recently come from the Mediterranean, high on the beauty and the women. It sounded perfect. Flush with cash, I figured, why not?
Trip to Greece, meet up with friend from Spain. Bum around. Spend all my money disappearing in Europe. Parents can bring me home. Good itinerary.
But I had got in touch with Alicia. Sweet dirty little Alicia. I guess it wasn't surprising that my cock would point at her like a fucking compass.
"Jesus Johnny. You sound crushed. You should come see me. Let me take care of you. This Greece idea, is well, shit. You need to be around people that love you. So come out to New York. Let me take care of you for a few days."
"I don't know...I think I need to get out of my head for a while. Just get lost somewhere, where I don't know anyone and they don't know me."
"That's stupid. That's the kind of wallowing self pity garbage that will have you jumping from the Eifel Tower like some kind of romantic sad sack bastard."
"Ya...probably right."
"That's it. You are definitely coming out."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. And want to know why?"
"Sure."
"Cause Nikki is going to be here this weekend."
Well, Alicia was definitely right, usually was. But first, an explanation: There Was This Party.
Alicia, very much entangled with a good friend of mine, was drunk. Good-friend-of-mine was preoccupied, drinking, talking, passing out. And so, this drunk little pixie trotted her lithe little body around, beautiful blonde hair swaying, kissing just about anything with a pulse. Pulling hands to tits. Giving lap dances to any willing guy or girl. Except me.
Me, also entangled. With my college whatever relationship. Who didn't care for that 'fucking slut'.
I just completely lacked Alicia's fuck-all attitude. That kind of pleasure seeking freedom so enticing, but ultimately impossible. I was too nice. If only I had known what was coming. But instead, Alicia the slut became a favored masturbatory scene, something for the mind to drift to while fucking my college girl. And an oh-so subtle topic to occasionally broach with the other. As if there was some chance of that fucking happening.
But now, Alicia was in New York and I was going to her. But not only that. Nikki was going too. Some kind of wonderful miracle. Because, oh yes, accompanying Alicia that fateful night, was her never far away best friend. Another tiny little blonde angel.
Nikki always was the reluctant one. Shy as a butterfly. But completely Alicia's creature. Inseparable and dangerously sexy. They could own a room immediately, pissing off any women in proximity. Which happened that night.
Alicia was parading Nikki around, fondling her, kissing her in front of the stunned onlookers, all gawking like some Puritanical mob. Unable to comprehend the two blonde phenoms that seemed to take so much pleasure in life. But I understood. I knew with every fiber of me. But that was where it stayed. A giant inaction.
But this was not to say there weren't moments. A dirty dance with Alicia. Flirting with Nikki. Drunken nights, running our mouths about whatever until they hauled us all to bed. So by the end of our time together, the potential fuck had built to a crazed peak. With them both. Neither willing to be outdone.
And we were meeting in New York. I would take them dancing.
First there were drinks. Then there was music. The music owned our drunken bodies. It moved us up and down, arms and legs. It pressed us close. It put my cock against Alicia's tight little skirt clad ass. It brought Nikki to my side, her legs on either side of my own, running her hands down my chest. It was slow then frenetic. It was booze fueled and crazy. We loved it.
But they make you go home at some point. Or we decided to go. It didn't matter. Suddenly we were in a cab. And we laughed and touched, hands straying and staying. So it was inevitable. The Kiss.
Someone giggles, a touch lingers too long, or a finger grazes a face. The hand on a thigh tightens then rubs. Someone leans in for a whisper, and then...
Is that how those things go. Or maybe.
Without cue, Alicia kissed me. A good hard kiss. Then she kissed Nikki. Then Nikki kissed me. Then it was a mesh of tongues and lips.
This is how I like to remember it. Simple. Insistent. Almost desperate. A natural reaction to being with each other. And a promise of what was ahead. So breaking away from this perfect kiss, we got out of the cab.
Alicia led us up, a couple steps ahead, holding my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. She kept turning around with these big smiles, little imploring looks, hurrying us along. Nikki was draped on me, both hands around my neck, occasionally dipping her head down against my shoulder. I was dragging her along as Alicia dragged me. We were laughing, pretty much nonsensical, congratulating ourselves on how much fun we had dancing, how after so much time apart we still did it right, fun above all else. And there was the tone, undercurrent, whatever. The Kiss. Our shared kiss in the taxi, now, The Kiss.
How did it happen? Was it the climax of our fevered dancing, or maybe for Nikki and I, the logical conclusion of the freedom one only feels on vacation in a strange city? Maybe it was the culmination of our years of friendship. A relief to the tension we had all felt back in school, when entangled in various relationships, good friends with all our various significant others, we had been unable to act on the flirtations, only to build them up in stolen moments, illicit contact, of hands and hips, or even better, the times when brazenly we touched with our legitimate partners watching, playing it off as something innocent, thinking we were so clever but fooling no one. But who was fooled now? Alicia and Nikki, their clever little tongues, light then forceful, making a promise to me. God, I was going to fuck these girls.
We were at her door now. About to enter Alicia's apartment. Nikki clinging closer. Alicia squeezing tighter. Me, wondering what would come next, trying not to fuck this up, a slight little grin on my face, hoping that my sheer force of will would be enough strip these girls naked and propel us into bed. Then the door was open and we were inside. It was their world. I was only following their lead. I would not be the one to upset this balance.
We stumbled toward the couch, linked limbs, a drunken mass, all smiles and little flirtations, comments none too witty. "Doesn't he have great hips Nikki? I just love his hips. With those hips, you'd almost think he knew how to dance."
"Mmm, nice hips," Nikki said, running her hand around my waistline, moving close, but not too close, just a little teasing.
"Hold on lady, I am a phenomenal dancer and you know it. Do you remember that guy at the club handling two chicks on the floor? Who was that again?"
"Handling? This poor boy is confused. The only thing you handle is your cock, in the dark. You're just lucky Nikki and me took pity on you. Gave it to you half speed."
I wasn't even listening, just talking over her, hand up to my ear, cupped so I could pretend to hear better. "Just tell me who that guy was. Tell me who the guy was," I kept repeating. I had apparently forgotten to be sad. These wonderful little girls.
We crashed into the couch, splaying out, the girls on either side of me. Nikki wasn't even talking, just running one hand up and down my side, waist to shoulder, another on my back. Drunk, I was keyed in on my little argument with Alicia, ignoring Nikki's obvious invitation.
We continued blathering, until the our little flirt was pierced with: "Johnny, I...I want to suck your cock. And then I want to fuck you."
And what do you say to that? You don't say a word. You just smile and remove your pants.
We both turned. Alicia was grinning, so big, and then a giggle. "You dirty little slut. I mean fuck, can't even wait for me to leave the room."