Kaleigh

I met Kaleigh when Kevin brought her over one night with Sam. Kevin always arrived with women in tow, because they were his sole means of transportation. Kaleigh was a cute little curly brown-haired chick, lamp tanned to a lovely hazelnut shade, with a killer dancers’ bod, and a pixie smile lighting up her stunning, stunning rack. I walked by Kevin and Kaleigh who were sitting in my dining room, and he stopped me, introduced me by name, nodded toward her and reached over and pulled her tube top open to show me her tits. Enhanced, but glorious. I tried to look away, pretend to be blasé, but good Lord, the brilliant combination of her Crest Strips smile, spring-steel athleticism, and her altogether superlative tits was too compelling. I smiled, having to make up a response on the fly, said, “Oh, that’s lovely, I hope you make your living with those?” hoping that was a cool thing to say. She beamed a hot grin.

Socially, I was in a quite new territory here, no woman visiting me ever had her rack displayed in quite so baldly a commercial way, like a billboard. I guess what I said was cool because within a half hour I was licking apart her expertly shaved labia, which she deliberately slow-twerked over my own oh-so-hungry lips on the sofa in the living room, which had been declared off limits (we were open to the kitchen, but everyone had been banished from the kitchen). Kaleigh was no more than 4’10” tall, with a dancer’s perfect proportions, smooth golden tanning-bed skin, and fake tits TO-DIE-FOR! Fake tits have their own downsides, but Kaleigh, standing upright in front of me, hip cocked to the right like an artist’s model and wearing only a red-white-and-blue thong and a brilliant grin of yes, oh fuck yes damn it, right then, brought rising feelings that for me far surpassed any silly patriotism.

Kaleigh was unfortunately not especially smart and we couldn’t talk engagingly about anything of any importance. We gossiped about people who were there with her. It finally became important that I keep an eye on my drugs when she was near. Sadly grimy, but oh, so appealing Kaleigh. We’d smoked ourselves into tweaked oblivion, and she stood up nearly naked on the sofa, and bent over so that from behind I could stab her tiny delicious pussy lips apart with my tongue, again and again, licking top to bottom, front to back, and look down to see her silly smiling face, nodding yes, yes. I closed my whole mouth airtight over her tangy gash and slithered my tongue up into her, the way a starfish digests a clam. Kaleigh was a dream. I never actually orgasmed with her, but I liked rutting with her enough to fake it, more than once. Her memory is a treasure for me. I am a truly blessed man.

And then I ponder that I actually faked it for my delicious, strip club tiny-dancer, junkie crack ho Kaleigh. A part of me wanted the formal, stagey encounter to stop. She had the only car in her group of friends, a clapped-out Saturn, I think, and that’s why Kevin came with her, and why she came over with Sam. All her friends ditched her later, when she got quite strung out on down and grimy enough to steal drugs, and especially after her car wouldn’t pass inspection, but all that could always change. Probably has. When she bent over naked, so her breasts dangled straight down, large ridges in her skin, up and down, and possibly quite beautiful in their own way, encircled both of her 5-star tits, indicating, I think, where the enhancements were surgically braced into her chest meat. She continued to work at the strip club. I think she was pushing her forties hard, and I don’t know how much longer she can rely on her tight little vixen’s body, curly mop of hair (long enough to tie back, a seeming requirement of all crack hos), and brilliant Crest-Strips white smile to support her. I don’t know if she ever got her car going again. She totally tweaks after a couple hits of cocaine. Some nice friend of hers, possibly named John (Good God, am I this cynical?), took her to the Caribbean, and I think they got stuck in one or another of the hurricanes last summer and fall. I hope she’s OK. She is an enchantingly beautiful junkie crack ho.