Drugs, sex, and a night forgotten.
Part 1
We met Kevin at a party being thrown by our friends, Pam and Mark. Sometimes Kevin would bring powerful medicine to the parties and all he wanted in return was enough money to pay for the drugs. I'd say he's the proverbial "life of the party."
Kevin lives in a 2-family house with his apartment upstairs and a small Insurance Agency on the first floor. It's in a nice neighborhood with Tudor homes lining the streets, people strolling the sidewalks, and kids riding their bikes. The siding is faded to a dull gray color and the porch is painted thick with battleship gray paint. It's an old house, but it has character like the tenant who lives upstairs. A bit quirky and unique but charming nonetheless. Lucy and I have been to Kevin's apartment many times attending parties with our circle of friends and sometimes just us.
Calling Kevin a drug dealer is harsh. I've never witnessed him selling drugs to anyone other than people in our circle. He's just a college student who can get good medicine, and we pay him for it. Lately Kevin has been giving Lucy a big discount on our med's. As in free, and I know why he's being so generous. It's no secret that he has a crush on my wife and Lucy strings him along by flirting and being overly friendly with him. There is always an air of sexual tension between them when we get together, and they aren't doing a very good job at camouflaging their mutual feelings.
Over the previous year it hasn't been lost on me and other people in our circle of friends that Lucy and Kevin are chummy. More chummy than they should be for being casual friends. I see them holding a glance too long or gently touching hands when they think nobody is looking. Other people and I have seen them huddled together on a couch in a private conversation. Seeing her hand on his thigh or his arm around her at a party is common and the other husbands in our group have noticed. Kevin is a flirt. A big flirt, and he comes on to all the women, single or married. But he pays Lucy special attention, and she loves it.
At night when we are laying in bed Lucy will whisper in my ear about Kevin. She likes to tell me how attractive he is for a young college boy and how hot she gets flirting with him. Nothing sexual has happened between them, but I know my wife. She wants it to go a little further. Otherwise, why keep talking about him? It isn't just to make me jealous. There's more to it than that. She wants something more to happen between them and in her way she's telling me so during our pillow talks at night. Countless nights I've laid in bed with Lucy's hand wrapped around my hard dick as she whispers in my ear things that a wife shouldn't tell her husband about another man.
Saturday morning Kevin called asking if we would come over and party and hang out; maybe watch some TV or a movie and get stoned. It sounded like a good time and I know that Lucy wanted to go so we made the short trip to his apartment later in the afternoon. After climbing the steps to his second floor abode the first thing that anybody notices is the natural wood. All the trim, cabinets, doors, and floors are stained wood, and it gives his apartment a warm amber glow. In the summer his place is warm and inviting with fresh air gently blowing in from the open windows.
I remember the days as a student when my apartment was furnished with older, well-used couches chairs, and tables. The kind of furniture that's comfortable, familiar, and fits your body because of the many hours of use. The fabric may be faded and thin in places, but it's like and old friend that's happy to see you.
Today the party got started at his kitchen table. A bag of weed for me and pills and powder of some kind for them. As for myself I like to smoke weed and drink beer or rum, but my wife and Kevin want a more intense experience with harder medicine like MMC or MDMA and Cocaine. When we party with Kevin it's a day of alcohol, drug abuse and flirty behavior full of sexual innuendo. I've lost count of how many times they've passed out on his couch leaning against each other to stay upright. Peeling my wife off his sofa to go home at night happens more often than it doesn't. They make a party pair and with me around it makes us a throuple. Our throuple is more platonic than romantic, but the hint of something more is always in the air.
We always end up in his small living room watching TV. I kick back in an old comfy chair to the left of the couch, and they sit on the sofa with an old coffee table that we use to put our drinks and party supplies on. We talk about more useless crap and nonsense than anyone can imagine. Fueled by drugs and alcohol we have settled into a familiar routine of conversation, flirting and getting absorbed by whatever is on the wide screen TV.
I've seen it several times before; they end up sitting next to each other as they enjoy the high and the sexual tension that hovers around them. They are always skirting the edge of something happening but with me in the room they haven't crossed the line. Lucy wants to take the next step, but I think Kevin is afraid of how I'll react. It's an unspoken thought that I know we all share. A feeling that's just under the surface of our conversation but never gets spoken. It's like static electricity. Always there and ready to reveal itself.
Like every other time we are at his apartment my wife and Kevin start getting touchy-feely soon after the drugs kick in. I guess Kevin thinks he's entitled to some fun after giving us free drugs. As usual, they sit on the couch near each other as they laugh and giggle and entertain themselves. But after a few minutes the drugs start working, and they slip into the euphoric high they're seeking. I've never been a hard pharmaceutical user, but they want harder medicine. I'll stay with weed and alcohol because that is high enough for me.
Their flirting has been getting bolder and more overt as the months have passed, and it's obvious that the sexual tension between them is growing. But as long as I'm around they don't cross the line into more dangerous territory. I wouldn't stop them if they did. I know she wants him, and he wants her, it's just a matter of when will it happen.
After watching some TV I glanced in their direction while reaching for my beer and I see them sitting next to each other with their legs touching. Out of my right ear I hear the sofa creek and the slightest hint of Lucy moving on the couch. The sound of the cushions sliding against their clothes makes me aware that something is going on behind me. I took a quick glance and saw my wife with her head on his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. Kevin has his head tilted back, and his eyes closed enjoying the high and attention from my wife. Her "wanna be beau" has his arm wrapped around her neck and his hand dangling dangerously close to her left tit. I know my wife well enough that she wanted his hand on her tit and she wouldn't stop him from taking a squeeze.
The television is playing a war movie about the Germans hiding works of art in a mine in France and American soldiers looking for the treasure. I started to get involved with the movie and paid less attention to Kevin and Lucy sitting on the couch. My attention was pulled away from the screen by more movement on the sofa behind me. When I turned to have another look they were on their knees leaning over the coffee table getting ready to inhale a couple more lines. Kevin had cut a couple of fat lines of pink powder for them to enjoy. He gave Lucy a straw, and she snorted her line. After she finished Lucy handed Kevin the same straw then he inhaled the other line of pink powder.
Kevin leaned back and sniffed hard, letting out a slurred, "Oh fuck, that's amazing." He sank into the corner with his hands to his sides, and his head leaning on the back cushion. Lucy was very shaky after she finished. Still kneeling on the floor she was trying to get back on the couch with Kevin, but she was having a difficult time getting off the floor. Lucy collapsed on the sofa in a heap. I thought I was high until I looked at them. They're on another planet kind of high. I watched the head rush and the euphoric release of drugs into their brains. I couldn't help but laugh at them as they laid against each other in a drug induced coma.
