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I step inside the house. There must be a hundred or so people cramming every corner of every room of the old place disturbing the dust and cobwebs and they all make such a racket it nearly throws me off my precarious balance.  A woman screams my name- "Oh my god! Geeeene!!"- and leaps out of the aggressive bustle, completely shatters my loner persona and I stagger back. A wiry female jumps up into my arms squealing and it takes me a moment to regain composure and recognize that this female is my friend Mari. I return the embrace. I smooth her hair and pat her back and draw her ear close to my mouth. I ease the words into her "I got something… We may need to go somewhere quieter." her eyebrow raises; a flicker of suspicion which morphs into intrigue- she grabs my hand- she yanks me up the groaning staircase to her room. The do-not-disturb sign hangs from the doorknob. "Do you mind if people are already in there?" She leans into me and gives me the doe-eyes which is fucking near melting my cold dead heart I shake my head "Absolutely not, ma'am" and she gives the door a knock.

"What?!" demands a male voice.
"Let me into my fucking room!" Mari slurs into the doorframe. The voice hushes and the door unlocks and we push our way into a dim scene; paper and bed sheets and clothes and paraphernalia and half-empty bottles of liquor and beer litter the floor... The sound of a lightswitch clicking  into place and everything is washed in light. "Gene, this is Dave…" I nod hello to the darkly tanned and sufficiently built naked man swaying before me, still holding the lightswitch. His curly hair is covering most of his face. "Sup." He replies flatly.
"And of course you know my sister."
"Hey Tibbs." I wave to Tibbs, curled up in a mess of quilts on the bed. Once the formalities have been observed, I cut the chase. "So you guys wanna do some coke?"

The proposition is met with amusement and approval Mari fetches a square face-sized make-up mirror and razorblade promptly; Dave has thrown on some boxers; Tibbs is relocking the door and is still ass-naked because she doesn't give a shit. I cut out four fat lines, mine being slightly larger than the others although it hardly matters as they are all about as long as a cigarette and nearly as thick as one. This isn't bad coke, either. I smile, satisfied with the consistency of the snow white powder and I lick the razorblade clean and my mouth is going numb and I notice the mixed looks on everyone's faces, mostly that of delighted apprehension at the ballsy amount of coke that lies before them.
Mari pulls a sufficiently crisp twenty dollar bill from her wallet and she rolls it up to nostril thickness. I lift the mirror to her to take the first line, she nods to me and kneels down to take it from my lap and has to take it in three goes. When she finally finishes it she sits back and closes her eyes and I pass it on to Dave who takes the mirror and places it on Tibbs' slender pale belly and he clears out a slightly stuffy nostril. He takes the line, it is quite an impressive go. Tibbs has her turn but only wants half of it so me and Dave finish it and then I finish my own line and after taking a moment to suck the remaining dust from our sinuses, it's another round for everyone. As I settle into the cocaine vibe I pack a generously frosted bowl and it makes a few rounds. At this point, Dave is standing on the bed  telling us quite rapidly about when he was a freight-hopper. Tibbs poised on the edge of the bed restlessly taps her feet on the wood floor and I've got Mari thrown over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes as I'm declaring that I'm so high I could beat up god and Jesus at the same time. Everything is white-hot and crisp and I gotta fuckin do something quick.

Mari's giving me those eyes again. Dave and Tibbs get the idea and decide to wander down to the party for another drink leaving me with a savagely horny bitch.

Between my furious circulatory system and the numbing drip down the back of my throat and the trajectory of her eclectic bedroom, it is starting to become obvious that the amalgamation has defeated my good-self. I turn off the lights. The petite 20-something then seizes me around the neck and throws me down onto the bed. As my abdomen tightens, my heart begins to ache, which I had expected at this point. After combining such an amount of uppers and downers… you know. It can't be good for a person.
But she is completely naked and quite stunning to behold there in the red Christmas lights and I don't care if my heart explodes as long as I can make her come first… her grip on my throat tightens as I wheeze the words "You bitch!" I throw her from me, scrambling to my knees and grabbing her long sandy-brown hair and I twist it around my fingers and pull it tight. Her head goes back and a moan escapes her shining red lips. Her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades. The heat emanating from her. And I get her wet and warmed up with my fingers.
I fuck her until she screams.

"Gene!! Gene!! Fuck you Gene! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!"

And she writhes like an animal beneath me- I suck her tits and pull her hair and rub her clit and call her names and she comes hard and I can hear somebody's shooting off some fireworks outside but it all comes together so well that I have to laugh . She whines to me 'enough' but it takes very little effort to change her mind. I kiss down her chest and belly and inner thighs. As I go down on her she wraps my head in her slender legs, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her. After a bit of work she's screaming my name again. The tension in my groin is as cantankerous as the tension in my chest but my tendency to excess trumps them both and I suggest more blow. She give me that raised eyebrow again but this time it's to say "Really? You need more?"

I cut up a pile with such precision and speed and she's lying on her back and I lay out two medium sized lines across her glorious hip bone. I take them both in one go and I lick the powder off of her moist skin. She smells like sex and faintly of patchouli. I fall back with an idiot grin on my face. She climbs onto me and my breathing is shaky and thin and fast and she's kissing my neck now and her hand is on my junk and I grab her by the waist and the pain in my chest but then she puts her mouth on my dick and her tongue feels like distant memories of fresh-baked apple pie and everything nice about the world is manifested in this act which is undeniably holy. She does her work sitting between my bent knees, her hair spills over my lap and I feel like a goddamn king. No, I'm better than a king. I'm a guy getting dome. She switches between using her hands and her mouth and a combination of the two and the pressure slowly builds- I gasp frantically- my hands caress her shoulders and scalp. Finally, the pressure exceeds me and in pain; in pleasure; in drunken coked-up ecstasy I ejaculate into her mouth and onto her breasts. And I collapse back onto the bed. She crawls up next to me.
And she strokes my hair for a moment before fumbling for a cigarette. I kiss her on her elegant jaw line. I get up to piss and fetch and towel. Then I put on my pants (forget the shirt) and stagger back downstairs with nothing much to say first except "You should come down and have a drink with me" But I don't wait around for a response.

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I step inside the house. There must be a hundred or so people cramming every corner of every room of the old place disturbing the dust and cobwebs and they all make such a racket it nearly throws me off my precarious balance.  A woman screams my name- "Oh my god! Geeeene!!"- and leaps out of the aggressive bustle, completely shatters my loner persona and I stagger back. A wiry female jumps up into my arms squealing and it takes me a moment to regain composure and recognize that this female is my friend Mari. I return the embrace. I smooth her hair and pat her back and draw her ear close to my mouth. I ease the words into her "I got something… We may need to go somewhere quieter." her eyebrow raises; a flicker of suspicion which morphs into intrigue- she grabs my hand- she yanks me up the groaning staircase to her room. The do-not-disturb sign hangs from the doorknob. "Do you mind if people are already in there?" She leans into me and gives me the doe-eyes which is fucking near melting my cold dead heart I shake my head "Absolutely not, ma'am" and she gives the door a knock.

"What?!" demands a male voice.
"Let me into my fucking room!" Mari slurs into the doorframe. The voice hushes and the door unlocks and we push our way into a dim scene; paper and bed sheets and clothes and paraphernalia and half-empty bottles of liquor and beer litter the floor... The sound of a lightswitch clicking  into place and everything is washed in light. "Gene, this is Dave…" I nod hello to the darkly tanned and sufficiently built naked man swaying before me, still holding the lightswitch. His curly hair is covering most of his face. "Sup." He replies flatly.
"And of course you know my sister."
"Hey Tibbs." I wave to Tibbs, curled up in a mess of quilts on the bed. Once the formalities have been observed, I cut the chase. "So you guys wanna do some coke?"

The proposition is met with amusement and approval Mari fetches a square face-sized make-up mirror and razorblade promptly; Dave has thrown on some boxers; Tibbs is relocking the door and is still ass-naked because she doesn't give a shit. I cut out four fat lines, mine being slightly larger than the others although it hardly matters as they are all about as long as a cigarette and nearly as thick as one. This isn't bad coke, either. I smile, satisfied with the consistency of the snow white powder and I lick the razorblade clean and my mouth is going numb and I notice the mixed looks on everyone's faces, mostly that of delighted apprehension at the ballsy amount of coke that lies before them.
Mari pulls a sufficiently crisp twenty dollar bill from her wallet and she rolls it up to nostril thickness. I lift the mirror to her to take the first line, she nods to me and kneels down to take it from my lap and has to take it in three goes. When she finally finishes it she sits back and closes her eyes and I pass it on to Dave who takes the mirror and places it on Tibbs' slender pale belly and he clears out a slightly stuffy nostril. He takes the line, it is quite an impressive go. Tibbs has her turn but only wants half of it so me and Dave finish it and then I finish my own line and after taking a moment to suck the remaining dust from our sinuses, it's another round for everyone. As I settle into the cocaine vibe I pack a generously frosted bowl and it makes a few rounds. At this point, Dave is standing on the bed  telling us quite rapidly about when he was a freight-hopper. Tibbs poised on the edge of the bed restlessly taps her feet on the wood floor and I've got Mari thrown over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes as I'm declaring that I'm so high I could beat up god and Jesus at the same time. Everything is white-hot and crisp and I gotta fuckin do something quick.

Mari's giving me those eyes again. Dave and Tibbs get the idea and decide to wander down to the party for another drink leaving me with a savagely horny bitch.

Between my furious circulatory system and the numbing drip down the back of my throat and the trajectory of her eclectic bedroom, it is starting to become obvious that the amalgamation has defeated my good-self. I turn off the lights. The petite 20-something then seizes me around the neck and throws me down onto the bed. As my abdomen tightens, my heart begins to ache, which I had expected at this point. After combining such an amount of uppers and downers… you know. It can't be good for a person.
But she is completely naked and quite stunning to behold there in the red Christmas lights and I don't care if my heart explodes as long as I can make her come first… her grip on my throat tightens as I wheeze the words "You bitch!" I throw her from me, scrambling to my knees and grabbing her long sandy-brown hair and I twist it around my fingers and pull it tight. Her head goes back and a moan escapes her shining red lips. Her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades. The heat emanating from her. And I get her wet and warmed up with my fingers.
I fuck her until she screams.

"Gene!! Gene!! Fuck you Gene! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!"

And she writhes like an animal beneath me- I suck her tits and pull her hair and rub her clit and call her names and she comes hard and I can hear somebody's shooting off some fireworks outside but it all comes together so well that I have to laugh . She whines to me 'enough' but it takes very little effort to change her mind. I kiss down her chest and belly and inner thighs. As I go down on her she wraps my head in her slender legs, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her. After a bit of work she's screaming my name again. The tension in my groin is as cantankerous as the tension in my chest but my tendency to excess trumps them both and I suggest more blow. She give me that raised eyebrow again but this time it's to say "Really? You need more?"

I cut up a pile with such precision and speed and she's lying on her back and I lay out two medium sized lines across her glorious hip bone. I take them both in one go and I lick the powder off of her moist skin. She smells like sex and faintly of patchouli. I fall back with an idiot grin on my face. She climbs onto me and my breathing is shaky and thin and fast and she's kissing my neck now and her hand is on my junk and I grab her by the waist and the pain in my chest but then she puts her mouth on my dick and her tongue feels like distant memories of fresh-baked apple pie and everything nice about the world is manifested in this act which is undeniably holy. She does her work sitting between my bent knees, her hair spills over my lap and I feel like a goddamn king. No, I'm better than a king. I'm a guy getting dome. She switches between using her hands and her mouth and a combination of the two and the pressure slowly builds- I gasp frantically- my hands caress her shoulders and scalp. Finally, the pressure exceeds me and in pain; in pleasure; in drunken coked-up ecstasy I ejaculate into her mouth and onto her breasts. And I collapse back onto the bed. She crawls up next to me.
And she strokes my hair for a moment before fumbling for a cigarette. I kiss her on her elegant jaw line. I get up to piss and fetch and towel. Then I put on my pants (forget the shirt) and stagger back downstairs with nothing much to say first except "You should come down and have a drink with me" But I don't wait around for a response.