Canned Heat

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Dec 19, 2005

It’s getting late and the song’s playing and I’m goofing around doing the Napoleon Dynamite dance for my audience of two. Neither seems particularly impressed. Natalia forces a smirk. Leslie sips at the sudsy remnants of her cocktail.

“Whatever,” I say. “Clearly these mad moves are wasted on you two. Okay so let’s go to dinner, like, now.” I thrust my hips for emphasis. I have a lot of manic energy for someone who doesn’t do cocaine.

“But I just called my delivery service,” Natalia sez.

“So how long will that take?” asks Les.

“Bout an hour.”

I snicker. “Is there a money-back guarantee? Anyway, we’ve got plenty of time—let’s giddyap!”

Natalia’s still in a fragile state over the breakup. As we tuck into our entrees at Native, a half-way decent soul food restaurant, she gazes at us imploringly: “Do you think I’m attractive?”

I immediately swallow the half-chewed contents of my mouth (man, I love steak frites) and take a swig of my gin, waiting for the punch line. It never comes. “You serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Girl, you crazy. I’m not even gonna dignify this line of questioning with a proper response. You know you’re hot.” I’m thinking back to last year’s Halloween party when she dressed as Beyonce. Damn. I hadn’t counted on anything happening tonight—it’s been a year, after all—but now I’m wondering…

The courier’s this skinny white kid with a curly fro. Doesn’t look a day over twenty. He waits for us outside the apartment, a skateboard slung under his arm. We invite him inside and while Natalia’s scrounging through her purse he’s letting me know about, like, the latest advances in hydroponic technology.

Natalia rolls and the three of us smoke and soon I’m standing in front of the kitchen window in a fugue state, gazing across the murky expanse of the park, squinting at the sparkling high rises in the distance and wondering what our neighbors on the other side are up to. When I’m in this frame of mind the city’s terrain seems alien to me, like when you wake up in a strange bed in the middle of the night. Where am I?

A snippet of a song comes to mind. “Found my way upstairs and had a smoke and somebody spoke and I went into a dream…”

“Wha?” Les asks, all slit-eyed and smiling. She and Natalie lie impacted against the sofa.

“Nuthin.” My fugue state continues.

I’m sitting with the girls now, absentmindedly stroking Natalia’s leg. I kiss Leslie and begin to feel a little ticklish, except it soon occurs to me that what I’m really feeling is arousal, so my fingers begin to trace the outline of her breasts. Les gets up and I take her hand and lead her into the bedroom, leaving Natalia languishing on the couch in her mellow haze. I’m thick and hard between my girlfriend’s thighs, standing at the edge of the mattress as she lies splayed upon it. We’re both gasping. After a little while I remember our guest and turn my head. Natalia’s watching us from the living room, smiling. When she enters the bedroom we uncouple, Les settling in her office chair with a cigarette, Natalia removing her top and collapsing into my chair. I make an innocent remark about Natalia’s jeans and she promptly removes those too.

She wants something. I’m inclined to give it to her.

Somehow I end up ping-ponging between the girls: walking up to one, sticking my cock in her mouth, and then doing the same with the other one. I marvel at the softness of their lips, the silky movements of their tongues, the deftness of their practiced hands. As I prop myself above Natalia, inching into her as Leslie watches and grabs my ass, I realize that perhaps I have been angling for this all night. Our guest moans when I flip her over and make my reentry from behind. I know she’s close. She bucks against me and I grab both women for support and I kiss my girlfriend deeply and my eyes close and my back arches. Another fugue state washes over me, this time pure adrenaline and ecstasy. Bright spots appear against the black canvas of my eyelids. Natalia cries out and my dam finally breaks—her taut brown ass wiggles, her insides contract rhythmically and I slow my thrusts, riding the rushing waters downward until I’m nearly soft.

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