elena
“Do it again” she sucked on her thumb one time and handed me the spliff
“Do what a-fucking-gain” I said. “I told you, it doesn’t work like this” I was sweating
“Do it again. And then fuck me while you do it.” she was still sucking her thumb.
Elena stood up, walked towards me and pushed me back onto the white couch with the coffee stain from yesterday - wrapping her brown perfectly soft, perfectly tan legs around me. I was hard and I kissed her for a long time. Elena was Spanish from Berlin with tiny features and big black eyes, her ass was tight and she was wearing a black thong and white tank.
“Get my coffee” I said. “I love you”
Elena slowly and gently stood up and went into the kitchen to get my cold coffee
“that guy worried you, didn’t he?” she said in her accent
“yes”
“why?”
“I want to pack your little ass in my suitcase”
“do it again.”
“I told you, it doesn’t work like that. If I force it I’ll freak out..”
Elena stood there, waiting. Staring at me, with her little mouth. Until finally I went to my suitcase and returned with an empty beer can, a lighter, a roll of thick white yarn, a small black container of blue paint, and a copy of “Trout Fishing In America”
“Why do you travel with this shit?”
“it’s not shit, I told you-”
“It’s shit - if you’re not gonna do it, it’s SHIT and I’m leave…”
“you’re going TO leave, you mean?” I corrected her
“thats what I say isn’t it?” - she was getting flustered, bothered, and her tone was harder to understand the more upset she became.
“alright, come here.” I said
Elena went quiet, and moved toward me playfully.
Under the empty beer can was a tiny white bag, taped to the bottom with Scotch Tape. Three small rocks of crack cocaine were held tightly inside. I removed the tape, and took the bag off the can, dumping the three rocks onto the glass coffee table. Elena was now sitting on her knees watching intensely, like a kid. Next, taking the white yarn, I tied it around my forehead and secured it with a knot. Using the lighter, I flicked and lit the long end of the string breaking it, coiling the remaining white yarn back onto the spool. Elena was smiling. I opened the black container of blue paint, and using my middle and index finger with my right hand - dipped, and drew thick lines under both of my eyes in the blue paint. Elena was rocking back and forth on her knees, and biting her lower lip. Finally, I picked up the can once more to reveal the punched holes with black tar residue around them - and placing all three rocks from the table onto the holes I held my mouth to the opening of the empty can - flicked the lighter one time sizzling the three rocks, sending the crack directly into my dick.
A crack high comes on like a slowed-and-reverbed version of an orgasm, and then it speeds up like you’re falling out of a building. Elena was clapping now, as I grabbed “TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA” and opened to a random page and began reading loudly:
“My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star!!…”
I was screaming, my dick was rock hard and the head was slightly poking out from my black underwear. Elena was dancing, and grinding her ass against me as I continued to read:
“…and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle!!”
Just as I finished the word “middle” Elena had moved her thong to one side and slid my cock inside her, I kept reading, but I stopped reading out-loud. She was grabbing her ankles as I fucked her. I held the book with two hands - the white yarn around my forehead, the blue paint under my eyes. I read faster, and faster until I lost track of Elena’s body - I could only feel the wet and warm as my ears rang. Until finally, collapsing on the floor - no orgasms. Just two sweaty bodies panting and laughing, we kissed deeply for a while and ordered some grilled cheese from room service.