Chrystal was a chestnut beauty, rough-talking but literate, far enough along the wild side there was a potential for danger, to others as to herself. I was always drawn to that artistic absolute, which rides the sharp-tooth river, as a protector and a friend who would travel a ways and share a plate.
Chrystal had the eyes of a fawn, and something of its fragility. She was fond of guns. She liked to shoot. She had a .357, a 30.06, and a sixteen gage, and she liked to shoot them all.
She was hot. The light from her eyes rendered capable men her helpless slaves, following her around like a litter of devoted puppies.
She could cuss like a sailor. Fuck was her favorite word in the English language, and she was fond of using it.
I had to follow her, there was no choice in the matter. She led me into the dark, where we acted out our passions. Her body so ripe and sensual. She was a hellcat with a hunger for cock. She embraced me with her hands, her mouth, and her cunt.
I tasted her pussy and found it a tonic for the gods. Fucking her was an ecstatic rite of embracing the feminine.
We came like lost wolves, howling in the night. Chrystal was riding on top, shouting, "I'm gonna fuck you, you fucker."
After I came she slid up my chest and held my head while rubbing her pussy in my face.
"You made the mess, you clean it up."
I ate her pussy, the ripe rich fruit of passion. She moaned as I gave her a thorough tongue bath.
Her doorbell rang. "That is my roommate Angela, and her boyfriend Brad; they're cool."
She went to the door to let them in, pulling a robe on, but leaving it open. I quickly threw on my pants and followed her into the living room.
Angela was a flawless blonde, with skin like creamery butter. She was taller than Chrystal and had somewhat larger breasts. She smiled at her roommate and me standing in front of the couch.
Brad followed her in. He was big, bald and black. It was clear he knew Chrystal well.
Chrystal made introductions.
"Maybe I should have called," Angela said.
"No, we're ready for a little party."
"Then we got whatchu need to party with." Brad smiled brightly at us both.
I wasn't quite sure what was happening. Chrystal made no great effort to keep covered. And while Brad enjoyed the view, both he and Angela were comfortable with it.
"Break it out."
In the living room, aside from the TV, there was a couch with an end table, and a chair. Chrystal ushered me and Brad to the couch, where she sat between us. Angela sat in the easy chair. "It's some good shit."
Brad pulled a joint out of his pocket. "A few hits of this will put you in a real happy place."
He lit the joint and passed it to Chrystal. Chrystal toked and passed it along to me. It was some skunky weed. The joint made it around the room three times and we were all wasted.
"Like I said," Angela repeated, "sorry we interrupted."
