Chapter 14.
1982 – Before the night of the Quaalude
The house in the Palihood had a thousand square feet of unpermitted add-ons. Some even made sense. Most didn’t. One bedroom was five feet wide and had outdoor wood siding on one wall. One add-on was only accessible via five treacherous two-foot-high steps to an attic the shape of an inverted V, and another bedroom was only accessible from the outside patio and through a closet.
I arrived one afternoon after a respectable activity I could never recall in black pumps and a Chanel jacket. The house was dead except for the open door and obscure punk playing from the sound system the boys had installed over the lead-painted walls and chipped molding.
I didn’t announce myself. I never did. I was a piece of furniture, more or less. I heard voices from one of the spare rooms. I passed through the third bathroom, into the closet, and almost opened the louvered door to reveal the sound when I stopped. A cry had come from the other side of the door.
The louvers gave me a choppy view, but I saw enough skin to make me take a step back. I heard panting. Groaning. A man’s voice. Strat. I took a second step back. Stopped. The doors had a space between them, and I leaned forward and looked.
I recognized the girl from her silky brown hair. When she moved, it swayed over her shoulders. She was on her hands and knees. Strat was behind her, fucking her so hard my face flushed and my body’s heat level went deep in the red. I could smell them. Their sweat and something funkier. The scent between my legs plus a man. I touched the wall. I needed it to hold me up.
Leave. Turn around.
“Take it, baby,” Strat muttered, hands gripping her ass. His skin was satin with sweat.
I wanted him. I wished I was the girl with the brown hair, taking it. I shifted a little so I could see the place where their bodies met. His cock sliding in and out of her.
God god god I want it.
I was blocking the way, but I didn’t want to go back and I couldn’t go forward. All I could was hope that no one wanted to go into the spare bedroom right then. I shifted, nervous someone else was near me.
The second woman had curly blond hair and generous naked hips. I wished I was her, naked with them. Laughing about some whispered words.
You’re nuts. This is so past what you’re ready for.
“You want to eat her out, baby?”
“Yes,” said Straight Brown Hair. She turned to Luscious Hips, still getting fucked, and her eyes lingered on the louvers for a moment.
She saw.
“Let me kiss your pussy.”
No. She didn’t.
Luscious Hips sat right in front of Brown Hair and spread her legs. I didn’t think my clit could have been more engorged or my pussy wetter. I was glued to the scene as she laid her face between her friend’s legs. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but Strat, that voice…
“Eat her hard. Suck on it. Mmf. Yes. Make her come.”
“I’m so wet. So wet,” Luscious Hips shouted.
Strat put his hand between mouth and cunt. I didn’t know what he was doing, but the intersection of those three things aroused me so much. I did the unthinkable. I stuck my hand under my skirt and tore my panty hose open to get under my cotton briefs.
I nearly collapsed at my own touch.
“Get it wet,” Strat commanded as the girl on her hands and knees sucked his finger. “It’s going in your ass.”
Did he say that?
I think I’m going to die.
The girl who was getting fucked had her face in Luscious’s pussy as Strat stuck one finger in Fucked Girl’s ass.
“Yes!” she looked up long enough to affirm.
Strat put in two fingers. She shouted, face planted in pussy. Luscious had Fucked by the back of the head, pushing her mouth into her cunt, pumping her hips across Fucked’s face while Strat pumped away and got three fingers into her ass.
Oh god, I want that I want that.
But I didn’t want to come. I pinched my clit to shut it up. I had more to see.
Luscious came, crying, “Eat my pussy eat me god yes baby yes eat me.” She groaned and threw her head back in relief.
God, that was hot. I wanted someone to eat me out.
Strat held out his hand and said something to Luscious. She reached into the night table and pulled out a bottle of baby oil.
What are you doing, Stratford?
He poured it on Fucked. Down her back and in the crack of her ass. Then he massaged it inside.
“You ready?” he said, handing the bottle back to Luscious.
“Fuck me in the ass.”
I swore the backs of my thighs tingled, and every nerve ending between my legs nearly exploded.
He pulled his dick out of her and moved it up between her ass cheeks.
He’s going to do it.
Fucked’s face tightened and she grimaced, eyes shut, teeth grinding, as Strat slowly but purposefully put his dick in her ass.
“How you doing, baby?” he asked.
“All the way,” she said. “Take my ass.”
I watched his dick disappear in her asshole, and I squeaked.
They didn’t hear me.
I thought they didn’t.
Luscious put her hand between Fucked’s legs.
I didn’t see the rest. I heard the squeaking bed, the shouts and moans, Strat barking when he came in her ass. My eyes were closed as I stroked myself to the most explosive climax of my young life.
As soon as it was done and the three of them were laughing and panting, I pulled my hand out of my panty hose. A line of pussy juice stretched between my second and third finger. I curled them into a fist and backed out of the closet.
Strat was right. I couldn’t handle him.