When the phone rang at 11:30, Sara was asleep. Her bedroom door was closed, so the ringing didn't penetrate the depths of her slumber. The sound her pager made as it rattled across her nightstand did however, and she groggily snatched it up just before it vibrated itself off the table.
Sleepily, she sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets falling from her ample bosom. Turning on the light, she blinked a few times to bring the digital readout into focus *611. That translated into her boyfriend Damien wanted her to call him on his cell, nothing urgent, other than he needed to hear from her.
With a sigh, she slid the rest of the way out of bed. Stretching her compact 5'3 frame and running her fingers distractedly through her long wavy blonde hair, she wandered naked out to where the phone was. It wasn't until she was standing with it in her hand she thought of her roommate and her state of undress. She looked around quickly, thankfully he was out and she wasn't on display.
Damien picked up on the first ring. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he asked, "Can you 'get' at this time of night?" Well, there was only one thing he could be talking about and she asked how much he wanted.
When he said four grams, she said, "Well, you know at this time of night I can only get dime bags, 10 bucks a piece and a finder's fee." Well that was just dandy so she told him she would call him back in five minutes.
She already knew the product was available, she was just unsure of how she was going to get down there. She was 19 years old, never had a drivers license (an odd feat for a teen in the 90's) so she was stuck with on bus, on foot or her bike. The bike paths were unlit which made for a much longer trip if she used non motorized transport. The one other option was to phone a cab, but it had to be a free ride...but nothing in this world is free, so she would have to pay another way and that was something she wasn't prepared to do.
She was already tugging on a pair of skin tight jeans and a black shirt as she phoned the bus; she was relieved to find out there was one coming through in about 10 minutes. She called Damien back and told him she would be there in about 45 minutes. She tugged on her cowboy boots and slipped on her leather jacket.
When the bus pulled up, she jumped in but was disappointed to learn he was going out of service at the bottom of the hill. She was going to get off when he asked her how far she was headed. When she said downtown, he offered her a lift which she gratefully accepted. They made small talk on the trip and he dropped her just south of where all the taxis parked. She thanked him, and jumped out.
She walked up the two blocks to the taxis and looked at each one before opening the door to the second from the front and climbing inside. She looked at the driver and smiled. Then she said, "Hey Ray, you're going to make my night and tell me you have 4 bags under your seat for me right?" As luck would have it, he did. He was even nice enough to drive her to her destination after they completed the deal. He even offered her a lift home after, but she knew that offer came with strings and she wasn't prepared to deal with them. She did give him a light peck on the cheek and he repaid her with a pinch to the ass. She giggled politely and closed the door before he could do anything else.
Strolling up to the apartment, she rang the bell. The door buzzed open immediately and she was met halfway down the steps by her boyfriend. He warned her that the place was a mess before she walked in and stepping through the door, she agreed. Without prior warning, she probably would have turned around and left. The floor was literally covered in a couple inches of junk. There was anything from odd papers to empty pop cans and everything in between.
Damien invited her to stay for a bit after she had passed the goods to him and been paid. She took off her coat and set it on the floor, knowing that leather was easy to clean and since she had no intentions of staying there all night, she needed to have clean clothes when she left. Sitting on her ass in the trash was not conducive to this. Shortly after she sat down, they pulled out the pipes and smoked up a bit. She was invited to partake, but turned it down.
Somewhere in the haze of smoke, she was introduced to the others. Jimmy was a few inches taller than her, with brown hair and eyes with a sparkling disposition. Travois was around 6 feet tall, blonde haired and blue eyed. He was quite handsome, but he had an air about him that screamed dangerous. She was attracted to him instantly. Then there was of course her boyfriend Damien. He had dyed his hair often enough that it was blonde and black and very short. The barber he had gone to see had informed him if he did it again without letting it grow out quite a bit, it would probably fall out instead. His eyes were hazel green. In all, he cut a striking figure with a willowy thin body on top of it. The only other girl there was Leigh, she was a stuck up snooty little bitch who was only seen once as she came to get a drink.
An hour into the visit, Damien called her off to the side and made a radical suggestion. He told her that the 'boys' were interested in her, and asked if she might be interested in getting together with them all in one of the bedrooms. Now this was something they had discussed previously, so it wasn't as big a shock as might have been expected. She had agreed to try it at some point, and now the opportunity was here staring her in the face. She agreed, mainly due to the fact that she was attracted to them all, but she was a little hesitant about the sheer numbers of people involved. Damien suggested they call her girlfriend whom she had met in a threesome situation a few weeks before.
The phone call was made, and Misty agreed to come down right away. Since the busses had stopped running for the night, she had to rollerblade down and she said it would take about 45 minutes. In the meantime, Sara mentioned that it was too bad she hadn't shaved that night, as she was bristly.
An offer of a razor and a bathtub was instantly made, so she went in and stripped. She had about three inches of water in the tub and had just climbed in when Damien opened the door and asked if they could watch. Seemed neither Jimmy, nor Travois had ever seen a girl shave before. Soon she had two males in the bathroom with her, practically drooling as she drew the razor slowly up her labia. She almost cut herself repeatedly as she was both turned on and self conscious of the attention she was receiving. Thankfully they left when she was shaving her legs.
When she was done, she rinsed the tub and just put on a long t-shirt to cover herself...and her boots. There wasn't much point in wearing anything else, everyone had seen it before and she was just going to take it off anyway. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Misty was just arriving.
Sara grinned at her and led her to the living room where the guys were seated. After introductions were made, Misty sat on the arm of Travois' chair and they all made small talk for a while. Everyone knew what was going to happen, but nobody knew where to start. Sara finally rose to her feet and stepped in front of Misty. She tugged her to her feet and wrapped her arms about her. Sara tilted her head and kissed the other girl, moaning softly as satiny lips brushed together then came back for more. Deepening the kiss, Sara ran her hands slowly up and down Misty's petite body, slipping down to her ass and cupping it through her jeans. They were the same height and had the same boobs so when their bodies touched, their nipples pressed together.