New York at the end of July. Few places on the earth are as hot and stifling. Those with money and time leave. Those with no other choice stay and work.
I fell into the second category. I was 20 years old and in between my first and second year of college at NYU. I was working full time at a swanky restaurant downtown and had finally saved up enough money to move into my own cramped studio apartment on the lower east side. Two of the other girls I cocktailed with at the restaurant and I had spent all day moving my stuff into the top floor apartment. I had become fast friends with Jenny and Rene when I started my job two months ago and they both owed me favors from all their shifts I had covered. The three of us now sat by the open window with a bottle of tequila and a pile of limes from the corner store.
We talked of all the things you might expect three young girls living in the city to talk about. It was like an HBO sitcom, only the dialogue wasn’t as witty. However, as the bottle emptied the conversation turned lewd. We began to talk about sex, boyfriends, and our bodies. Jenny was 100% WASP. Blonde, blue eyed, gym toned body. When she squeezed into her tight little cocktail waitress outfit, she was guaranteed 20% tips all night long. Of course, she wanted her nose to be a little smaller, her breasts to be a little perkier. Rene was from Nicaragua and was cute as could be. She was short with big round eyes, pouty lips, and olive colored skin. She fell under the classification of exotic beauty, but I think that she wished she was Jenny. And then there’s me, Casey. I’ve got freckles and big tits. I’m sure that’s what the guys always say behind my back, so I’ll just be up front about it.
Anyway, at about 3:30 in the morning the tequila was gone and Rene was already passed out in my bed. Jenny had gone downstairs to hail a cab, but the stairs had proved a little too much of a challenge to her and the tequila. She asked if she could just crash with me until she sobered up. Sure, I said, Ren’s already in the bed - it’ll be a sleepover! As I said, I had just moved into a New York studio – basically one big room and one big closet. I didn’t have a couch yet, and my bed was shoved into the closet to give the impression that I actually had a bedroom.
Even at 3:30 in the morning it was still about 80 degrees outside. Rene lay under just a sheet in her panties. In the moonlight I caught a glimpse of her small breasts and light brown nipples. I followed suit, leaving only my underwear on before I crashed into bed next to her. I was almost asleep already when I felt the bed creak under Jenny’s weight on the other side of me. The room spun for about a minute and then I blacked out.
Soon, I was having an amazing dream. I was in a dark, moonlit room. I was surrounded by people whom I couldn't see, but whose presence I could sense. The air was charged with sexual energy. I was aware of soft moaning in the darkness. And I began to get aroused just from the mystery of it. I felt hands caress my thighs and stomach. I could smell jasmine. I felt more hands on my breasts and ass. I felt as though I was stretching out and curling up at the same time. I felt the hand on my stomach slide down and through my sparse pubic hair. I parted my legs as a finger slipped through my pussy lips, over my clit, and into my cunt. I felt hair in my face and breath on my neck. As the fingers slid out of my pussy and trailed down toward my asshole I let out a gasp and woke myself up.
I lay breathing heavily, staring into the darkness. I realized that it was Rene’s hair in my face, her back to me, and that her shampoo smelled of jasmine. I thought I felt Jenny stir behind me, but she sounded asleep. My breathing calmed back down and I began to drift off again, hoping to catch up with the dream I was having.
