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I glanced at the house and then the address on my phone. It matched, but the house wasn’t overrun with people like the few high school parties that we used to crash. Of course, Jenna wasn’t in high school anymore, and I crossed to the door, pocketing my phone. I hesitated. The absence of thought raised flags and I pulled my hand away from the doorbell.
I was no longer sure this was a good idea, but then the door swung open and there Jenna Sylvan stood. In high school, she was one of the prettiest girls, and she had turned into a smoking hot woman. I stared at the skimpy negligee she wore. Stunned into silence, I didn’t move. She reached out, grabbed my coat, and yanked me inside.
The door closed and smokey air filtered through the house. I sniffed and found my voice. “Getting high?” I asked as she stripped my coat.
“Among other things,” she said and tossed my coat on the railing, leading me into the living room.
I stopped in the entry way. The coffee table was littered with all manner of drugs from joints to pills to neatly cut lines of coke and Jenna wasn’t alone. Being a cop’s son, I had steered clear of drugs for the most part. I’ve only experienced a hit of marijuana a couple of times, and nothing like the spread before me. And Jenna wasn’t alone. Two former cheerleaders looked up from their position on the floor. Both of them were naked and one was snorting lines off the other’s stomach. I don’t know whether it was a blessing or not, but I couldn’t recall their names.
“Welcome to the party,” they giggled and I glanced at Jenna wondering if Tom knew she swung both ways.
“Don’t look so shocked,” she said, coaxing me forward and into the lone chair. She handed me a lit joint and I looked at it, debating. “We have dreamed of having you alone, all to ourselves, for as long as I can remember.”
I stared at her stoned eyes and brought the joint to my lips, inhaling a deep pull and holding it, despite the overriding need to cough. “How long have you been doing that shit?” I squeaked out and exhaled, pointing my chin toward the table.
“A few years,” she said and her hands traveled to my belt. I took another hit and reached down, stilling her busy fingers.
“I don’t have anything,” I said. I hadn’t come prepared and all I needed was to knock up the town slut.
She laughed at me and turned, reaching beyond the drugs to a small bowl and pulled a strip of condoms from inside, holding them up for me. “We thought that might be the case. You were always so straight laced in high school. Unlike your brother,” she whispered and I laughed, staring at the package and letting my gaze travel to the two girls exploring each other.
“Damn,” I whispered and took a third hit, sucking as the burning embers glowed.
Jenna’s eyes focused on the bandages on my knuckles and her hands left my unbuckled belt, choosing to trace the bandages instead. Her gray eyes looked up at me, filled with concern. “You’re hurt.”
“Nah, just scraped the crap out of my hands, I’ll be fine.” The pot had started to weed its way into my bloodstream like a numbing agent and I handed her back the joint. She put it on the table and pulled me to her lips. Her kiss was empty and did nothing to get my engine revved, but when she chose to unbutton my shirt and lick her way from my neck to my waist band, I didn’t stop her.
She chuckled and I let her pull my jeans off and accepted the offer of another joint. I smoked the entire thing while the girls took turns blowing me. I had never been this high this fast, each hit taking me farther into the land of sensations and sex.
“What the hell is this?” I asked, inspecting the stub of a joint between my fingers. Jenna looked up from my lap with a wicked grin.
“Maui laced with a little of everything,” she whispered and took me in her mouth again.
I closed my eyes and let them take me to the land of excess.
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“OH, FUCK,” I WHISPERED as bright rays of sunshine blinded me. I attempted to roll away but I was blocked in by bodies draped over me. My head pounded and every muscle in my body ached. Bleached blonde hair covered my chest and I wasn’t sure whose head it belonged to.
I blinked, squinting at the ceiling and the events of the night bled into my memory. I pushed the bodies off and sat up, scanning the family room and the remnants of drugs strewn about, along with the number of used condoms. I think I used up their entire stock pile. Holy shit.
Jenna stirred next to me, her sleepy eyes focused on me for a moment and then her eyelids dropped again and I hopped to my feet, finding each piece of clothing and pulling it on. For the second time in as many nights, I did the walk of shame, but actually this time, I didn’t slink from the place like at the hospital; instead, I stumbled out the door to my car, tumbled into the driver’s seat, and fumbled for my keys. My stomach did a slow roll and I clenched my teeth against the acid burn in my throat, focusing on getting the hell out of there.
Tom had been right. Jenna was kinky as hell and her friends had matched her carnal appetite, leaving me at the mercy of three very stoned, very horny women. I drank it in like a man who had been lost in the desert for days and just stumbled upon an oasis, but sometime during the night, I heard the devil’s whisper, promising this type of decadence for the rest of my days if I’d just allow him in.
I swerved to the side of the road and swung the door open, just in time for whatever was in my stomach to purge all over the pavement.
Had I? Jesus, did I say yes?
I shivered, closing my eyes and willing the details out of the fog. What I saw left me shaking with relief, but the shit thing was, I’d considered it. When the devil offered the option of Naomi to me in the same compromising positions as Jenna, I actually considered his fucked up offer.
I stared out the window, wondering if he had offered Sandy instead of Naomi, would I have said yes?