When the sun finally levitated enough to clear the windows at the entry and do that stabby thing to my eyeballs, I managed to rouse myself. Perhaps somewhere along the trip extreme hunger flipped some chromosomal switches and I'd converted entirely to solar power. That would mean minimum power until I could open my eyes. Minimum power it is.
I squirmed like a sleek river eel (a really slow one) toward the boudoir, through the doorway and over to the bed against the far wall. Through great effort I hitched myself up along the edge of the bed until I could peer over the top.
"Well good morning Suga, happy to see you can move again," Chancy greeted me. "We tried to move you, but you fought and since you were on your side we left you alone."
"Good call," I grunted, "that could have turned ugly."
"Well you were pretty out of it; I probably could have taken advantage of you for once, but I didn't want you to go all flashback and freak out. I know you're tougher than boots, so I just tucked you up with a woolsey and kissed you nighties and entertained our delicious sausage delivery service. The things that he's done to me with this cock!" She grasped the semi-stiff appendage and waggled it for emphasis. "And it hardly ever goes down; he says he's hard most of the time. Life of a teenage boy huh? That's why the pizza delivery job, cause he's mostly driving and he can jack off, and his hardon is hidden under the pizza box..."
"I found it...last night...I just wanted to get him ready for you...I made a fool of myself out there...I can hardly talk...I swear it was a near death experience...and I vaguely remember...visions and sounds...angels with trumpets...and crashing cymbals...and then earlier I woke up and...it's like I just relived my life again...like all the experiences, compressed into fast forward...yeah it was like that cliche 'my whole life flashed before my eyes'...but oddly it was later...after I'd woken up and watched...watched you getting plowed by Buddy..."
"Oh that was so fucking hot, Suga, seeing you absolutely wrecked on the floor, suckling on that piece of pizza. I knew you'd be okay with some rest, so I could just really feel you watching me and I could almost read your mind it felt like, and I knew that you'd decided to let me have what I wanted even tho it was hard for you. Well it was hard for me too, so fucking hard so many times. I came like a jizzillion times and...Buddy?...yeah he can pump some cum...not sure where he stores all of that in his scrawny ass. Oh, but keep telling me about your trip."
She flipped open her silver cig case and pulled out a perfectly rolled joint; she had never smoked tobacco, unlike myself who had been a social smoker in my security/sex club days. She had gone straight to high-grade green-bud at the tender age of fourteen, introduced by an older, married, female neighbor who years later introduced her to a slew of other adventures that proved exciting and educational for the lusty young teen. After her first taste she'd been hooked, in both instances.
"Well...so...life flashback, but not so much the younger stuff...kinda started up in my late teens when I was with my first guy, then I had this...like a review session...just observing all of it again, all the sensations, but it was all so fast it was a blur...then certain segments would slow down to where I was hyper sensate of everything in my sphere...and I gained a lot of perspective from it all, and I'm...oh yeah, sure..." I took the smoldering joint Chancy handed me to my lips and inhaled.
I coughed harshly as silver tendrils swirled immediately into my mind, activating stored genetic code patterns that increased my awareness of subtle energies streaming through my body. "Nadis" I suggested to myself as I exhaled; I remembered hearing about the nadi channels during yoga class at the rehab. That must make the flowing energy...what...prana? kundalini? Probably one of those, or maybe something else that was just fucking awesome to feel buzzing thru me no matter what strange Hindu term I might call it.
"Hey don't bogart, noob, and on with the tale!" She was feeling giddy and spunky; it usually had that effect on her; it made me more introspective, meditative. I guess our energies create a complimentary antagonistic synergy.
I passed the joint and back, "I gotta piss before I do anything else." I began to shift my weight toward the bathroom ('slowly, Ginger')...
"Ummmm...hun...I have an idea...ummm...errr...a request...or something like that."
"Let me guess, golden showers?" I joked.
"Well kinda like that but not so messy...what I'm trying to say is you should let me drink your pee, cause there's still some high in there."
"What do you mean?"
"The human body isn't very good at breaking down the alkaloid molecules from the shrooms that get our brains high, and lots of them are simply excreted thru the urine, and if someone drinks the pee, they get a recycled dose of shrooms."
"Is this theoretical or do you know this from experience?"
"I can attest to the validity of my assertion."
"Valerie?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
She smiled shyly and nodded her head downward once.
"Is there anything that woman didn't teach you?" Sometimes I felt insecure about how I measured up to this ex-lover who had been such a formative influence on her in so many ways; part of me wanted to hunt her down and eliminate the threat her existence continually poses to my sense of worthiness for my girlfriend, while part of me wanted to compose epic odes of gratitude to her for the influence she had offered and how it shaped Chancy into the amazing lover she is now. The forces were about evenly matched, so held in stalemate.
"Fine, you can drink my pee if you want..." she rolled off the bed and slunk underneath me somehow and her mouth was in my snatch which always gets me excited, so it was hard to focus on the task at hand (or mouth, whatever) "but I think I'd rather just get more shrooms if I want to go back in"...relaxation was imminent and the gentle suction she was applying to my urethra was quite encouraging my bladder thru its hesitance to let go that which it had tightly held onto for far too long..."but I'm high as fuck now and admittedly I'm feeling pretty hot to piss in your mouth." Finally the golden spring erupted, sweet glorious release that brought a sweat to my upper lip, and my girlfriend moaned in erotic delight as she drank me like a juice-pack missing the straw.
Afterward she smacked her lips, then she licked my slit from the taint to the clit, further access denied by the strapon. "You are yummy, Ginger Kitty!" she proclaimed.
"Well I'll take your word for it, I don't feel up to a steaming cup of wee this morning, but I'm not ruling it out entirely."
"Well that's between you and Buddy, Suga, tho I suppose I could lay claim to my own pee too but it's more fun to share."
"Have you been making Buddy drink your piss?"
"Well it's more of an allowing really; he's pretty eager and anxious to please, as you witnessed."
"Well ummm...yeah I guess that could be true."
