Lexi

Lexi is tall, with long bleached blonde hair. She invariably arrived at my house in a good mood, and when there was crack to smoke, she immediately dispensed with her clothing. I don’t remember the first time we met, but I knew her already when I spied her walking out of a door off Congress Street near the Bodega, and I could tell by her look that I wanted to pick her up. I had just dropped off Reese, who was in a bad mood, likely in withdrawal. She was trapped in yesterday, and so was I. But a lucky accident had made Lexi hit the street, walk up the staircase out of hell and through the light-blue door on the corner of Weymouth and Congress, right at that minute. I drove once around a short block, then pulled over in front of the doorway she occupied. She smiled, opened the car door, and slid into the passenger’s seat as if I was her Uber. The seat was hers. This engagement with Lexi would take all day. We drove to a far end of South Portland to cop down. Then we returned to North Portland. My lair, where things led to things.

Pretty Friend Bren

I picked up Bren one night around this time on Congress Street, or nearby. She was pretty, dark-haired, and young, under thirty. She smiled and laughed when I said something funny and cynical, seemed relaxed. It was night time. I parked in the back corner of the lot behind the Big Apple on Park Avenue, and she crouched and sucked me into a lovely, all-business vortex of pleasure, enhanced by her agreeably squirming around, allowing my hands entry into and under her clothing. My arms were elbows-deep in her hoodie, and I dragged my fingers over her tits while she sucked me, slow and unstoppable. I freed one arm, then slid my hand right down the back of the waistband of her jeans, over her ass and down from there, so my fingers pressed her slippery lambchop. I pulled her butt toward me, pushing myself deeper into her mouth, and she hummed and mumbled agreement and assent. “Mmmm…” she said, sucking me in and out of her tight oral cylinder. I stroked her cheek and came easily into this doll’s skillful, murmuring mouth. I shuddered and stopped, and she looked up, breathless, grinning quizzically, “You sure you came?”

The next day Lexi called and asked me to pick her up in Standish or Gorham or Yarmouth somewhere. She asked if her friend could come over too. No problem. I drove where the GPS told me, the other girl was Bren from the night before. She recognized me first because of my car. Hahaha. I had left a good impression, because she was very happy to see me. Sometimes I swear the moon affects us. The three of us puffed and laughed and drove into the yawning spread-eagled promise of this two-girl hot summer night.