I was eighteen, hard into drugs, androgynous, punky, and actually quite dangerous come to think of it. I used to hang out at this little bar that would let underage kids in. Arguments would fall out into brawls. And I won a lot of those brawls. I had nothing to do with testosterone but fight and fuck. I suppose I avoided addiction only by withdrawal, denial, and privilege. Cause I did some drugs.
I loved speed -- amphetamine -- and two of my friends, a couple, had a whole lot of the stuff. She came up to me outside where I was smoking a cigarette: "We've got crystal!" she said giddily, as if she had baked a dozen pies, or seen a million puppies -- she wasn't the cooking type, she'd tell you that.
"Oh really?" I stalled with this. I didn't expect an answer. I walked over and got in to Nate's car with her.
We zipped up the road in Nate's little Porsche. I'm serious, this guy had a Porsche. It might of not been a nice one, but he had it. And how he'd slam the gears around; floor the accelerator; cut multiple cars off on the highway. Things I'd never do, but enjoyed the rush from nonetheless. As did Anna "Fuck yeah Nate!.. that guy was a fuckin' asshole..." she cheered on his Nascaring, blaring the music, and rolling a blunt. "We're gonna do some fucking meth! Whoo!" the drug was perhaps worth such apprehensive enthusiasm, it's powerful stuff. She kept saying it over and over again in different inflections "MetH, meth, M-eth, (me)th" She liked meth.
"Chill baby" he smiled. He was a more seasoned drug user. Everyone did -- like meth that is. We were inside their apartment in no time.
The place is two adjoined studios with a door on the wall. So everything is a mirror image of the other side.. And what better to confuse things than to hang actual mirrors on the walls and confound the space into this disco cafeteria, with a kitchen counter looming over the doorway to a big leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a big screen television. Anna busted out the speed. Nate set some music.
We sat there consuming. It was quite good. So we started talking. Talking, talking, talking. And smoking whole packs of cigarettes. Until Anna put something very beige on the television.
"Porn?" I asked, surprised, but being careful not to seem alarmed.
"Yeah, sure, we watch porn all the time with people here. Especially when you're doing speed, whatever David." Nate said with a smile, working some schwagg weed between his thumb and forefinger and pressing it into a large, resinous bowl. He seemed to speak with a preparedness. It was like he had thought all of this out.
"Um, okay." I replied, a bit uncomfortable, being somewhat aroused by the porn and all. It was stripping and anal sex -- mostly "Brazilian" girls. And I had never seen a modern porno that didn't come in free Internet preview form. There was so much more to the scenes than I had seen before. These girls show off everything and then the men take their sweet time getting them ready. The model I was watching was having her ass eaten out. Nate fast-forwarded to her ass just about to be penetrated.
"Hello guys!?" I snapped out of my daydreaming to Anna before me. "I'm going to take a quick shower!" she said, waving a towel and turning around. The music was loud.
"Turn it down." I said to Nate.
"What, the porn?" he said.
"Oh no. Um, I meant the music." he had me admitting I wanted to hear the porn. He had me spelling out that I was aroused.
"Okay David" he said somewhat nervously. I looked away, lit a cigarette, and stewed in confusion. Anna soon emerged from the shower in her towel.
She began spreading lotion on her legs and asked me if I wanted some. "Okay, what's going on?" I asked. Anna shook her head, playing dumb, and wiped some lotion on the inside of my arm. I rubbed it in awkwardly.
"Well, can I take a shower too? That sounds good." I had it, this was the sentence to covertly show I was down for whatever they were up to.
"Um.. Sure?" she replied, confused, seeming stifled. I thought that I was supposed to make a move on Anna, but, Nate was right there, surely I was mistaken.
I went to the shower, turned the knobs, and heard a knock on the shower door. It was Anna "Can I see your cock David?" she asked, in a cute, innocent way.
"Um, sure, is this okay with Nate?" I qualified the arrangement, I had my hand on the shower door.
"Oh yeah! We want to have a threesome." she replied. I opened the door.
Anna stood before me with her hands clasped in anticipation. I flung the door open completely and she clapped them once then flung them into the air "He's big Nate! About as big as you!" she called to her boyfriend about my cock, who was right outside apparently, and eyed me to check on how comfortable I was with him there. I eyed her back, I was totally cool with this, I was surprising myself with how cool I was with this. Anna did me a huge favor that day.
She looked at me, at Nate, and at my cock. They looked at me, I looked at her, he looked at her, we looked at each other, and then we all looked at my cock. Nate's wasn't out. "Can I suck it?" Anna asked. She sincerely asked this. It was the first time in my life that my sexuality had been important to a woman.
"Yeah, that's great!" I almost shouted as I struggled to keep down my excitement. I turned to Nate with a big smile.
"You're welcome" he said, and I felt Anna's hand touch my leg.
Everyone was cold. The speed kills your libido. But it cruelly makes you horny as hell. Her hands were chilly and my legs were covered in goosebumps. I could feel the cold tile beneath my feet. But I waited. We all waited for that symbolic moment of contact that would mean the beginning of the affair.
All at once she carefully tucked all of my genitalia into her mouth and warmed it. My cock slowly inflated against the roof of her mouth. The head sprang out further down her throat. I thought she would gag. I felt my testicles slacken and expand. She let them out of her mouth and slid her lips up the shaft. Grabbing it tenderly: "Let's go to the living room." she spoke more to Nate than me. I had forgotten of his existence.
He had stripped completely. So there we were, two slender naked guys and a tender little brunette. The beige had jumped out of the television. The porno was immaterial. It played on in the background.
Nate had something to say. He paced back and forth. "Now, there are a few rules. 1. No kissing 2. I have first call on anal sex" he laid them out, they were a simple algorithm for a fantasy. It was clear and easy. I sat on the cold leather couch and covered myself with a towel. But Anna came up and removed it, diving into my lap to warm me up again.
She gave me a few licks and then attended to Nate. Then me, then him. Neither of us were seeming to get anywhere though, the speed is shitty that way. She concentrated on me. They seemed to understand somehow that if I was aroused then Nate would get aroused too? I didn't get why it was me and not him she chose.
It still didn't work. "Let's concentrate on you." Nate said.
"Yes!" I agreed, happy to escape the pressure to get a hard-on. She climbed up and knelt on the back of the couch, her pussy directly in face face. It was sweet and stinging. She was wet and sensitive. I worked gently, finding the space I should place my lips around her clit, and how much tongue, how flat? A girl needs her man to make his mouth something she can fuck, something she can ride. I felt her start to buck on top of me, moaning, embellishing the long road to orgasm.
She put one leg down and ground on me. I struggled to recollect myself, lapping at her to stall for time, investigating this new angle. But she was way ahead of me. She reached over from bracing herself and pulled one labia at an angle. "Is that it?" I asked.
"That's it." she replied, seeming to seat herself into this position, elevated before me, pressing herself deeply. "Can I do it really hard?" she asked.
"Can you ride my face?" I replied. There was an awkward silence. "...of course you can!" I didn't want to rock the boat. I didn't mean anything but surprise by my response. She laid my head gently against the back of the couch as I slid down to get a better angle. She mounted herself in that familiar spot. Like getting into a car. And she started really going. I pressed my tongue out flat. I pulled my teeth back. I spit and sucked and blew and sometimes stopped her from breaking my nose.
Nate couldn't climb up high enough to get any action. He peered in close to us and cheered me on. He really did this. So funny we all laughed and she got unseated. "O FUCK! I was really close." she exclaimed, surprising everyone.
"You were?" I was puzzled, she didn't seem close.
"Oh yea. When I get going I cum pretty fast." she talked with her hands a little, standing on the couch over me, with her delicious pussy dripping down her leg and Nate noticing it. Nate was looking right back from this angle. He really liked her pussy. There was nothing not to like. He tugged at his flaccid cock furiously and avoided eye contact with me.
"Well, okay, let's do it." I said.
"Yea, she'll cum hard and fast David." Nate said approvingly, searching for my eye contact now, standing on the couch in front of us, looking at her twat on my tongue. She started riding fast; lightly tapping her clit against my lip and letting my tongue seat into her labia. I could taste her more than ever before.
"Oah!" her cum squirted out of her, into my mouth, down my chest. "Oah!" she shuddered again, a little less this time. I moved my head side to side, slurping my soup. "Ah!" she was ending it. Nate wasn't hard. She could go on, but she was worried about Nate. She climbed off, sat him on the couch, and blew her hot breath onto his cock, looking up with doe eyes "Fuck me daddy?"
He said nothing. But he moved her hair a bit and pressed her head down playfully. She giggled with him in her mouth. He wasn't getting hard. And I wasn't either. "Go work on him for a while." Nate resigned.
