Lena shrugged and they followed her in.
The room was bathed in a dim, reddish light and reeked of pot smoke. The Van Morrison music was no more than a poorly balanced drone with the bass turned way too high.
They stepped through a doorway draped with beads. A grubby looking guy in a chair against the far wall jumped up immediately.
"Lena," he shouted, and ran up to hug her.
The girl who let them in sat down on a beanbag beside another equally grubby looking guy and ignored everyone else in the room. The guy beside her, whose long, orangish hair was pulled back in a ponytail, seemed oblivious to the planet he was on.
Benton, who had shaggy, curly hair and was wearing a baggy, paisley-printed shirt, was whispering in Lena's ear. She giggled and nodded.
"Have a seat, guys," she said, waving absently in the direction of Ethan and Charlie, and walked off holding Benton's hand.
Ethan looked around. The only thing to sit on was a pair of beat up beanbags. Lena and Benton returned to Benton's armchair and she settled on his lap like a daughter waiting for a bedtime story from her father. Benton wore a grin so big it told the rest of the world to fuck off, he had a hot babe in his lap.
Ethan got the point. He picked a beanbag and sat. Charlie sat in the other. Between them was a low table with a lamp and an ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts and chewed bubblegum.
The red haired guy and the girl with the sunglasses were smoking a joint, and Lena and Benton seemed to be absorbed in themselves, laughing at things they were telling each other. There was a tv next to the other guy and girl and Ethan would have loved to turn it on to watch anything, but he didn't feel too comfortable about getting up to turn it on. He doubted it worked, anyway.
The girl got up, went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a bottle of Pepsi. She opened the bottle and handed it to the red haired guy, who passed her the joint. She took a deep hit and passed it back to him, and stood there in the middle of the room, moving to the music. Ethan wouldn't have minded a cold Coke, and he was pretty sure Charlie wouldn't have minded, either. However, neither the guy nor the girl seemed too interested in sharing what they had. It gave him an uneasy feeling this was going to take all night.
Lena had changed her position on Benton's lap. She was straddling him, facing him. Her arms were up over her head and she was writhing, like she was giving him a lapdance. His hands were on her hips, just under her skirt.
For a moment, Ethan felt a pang of anger and jealousy, but he didn't know why. Sure, he would have done anything to be in that guy's position right then, watching this gorgeous woman writhe on his lap, but what should he care? She wasn't his girlfriend. He had no reason to feel jealous, and she wasn't trying to make him feel jealous. So why was he jealous?
The girl with the sunglasses grabbed the bottom of her jersey and slowly pulled it off over her head while she swung her hips to the music. Ethan and Charlie looked at each other.
She was naked under the shirt, and skinny. Her bony ribs and small breasts made her look undernourished. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties, either. She looked like a young, bony, awkward girl, except that she moved like a woman. She certainly wasn't ugly, she just wasn't like Lena's kind of sexy.
He turned his attention back to Lena. She had got up and was holding Benton's hand, helping him out of the chair and leading him through the drape of beads over the doorway into his bedroom. Ethan sighed. So much for integrity.
The skinny girl was still naked, except for her sunglasses, and she was working on the red haired guy's pants. The way he was sucking on the joint, maybe he hadn't noticed what she was doing. She got the pants open, though, and his erection popped up. His eyes were closed, he was holding the joint on a roach clip with his pinky extended, and he had a big, dumb grin on his face, but he knew he was going to get laid, which was more than Ethan could say for himself that night.
The girl stood over the red haired guy with her legs on either side of the beanbag. She squatted down, reached between her legs, and quickly lowered herself on his dick. The guy's expression didn't change. The girl continued to move to the beat of the music, except that she was going up and down instead of side to side.
Ethan could not tell what was going on in Benton's room. He could just see the end of the futon on the floor, but he couldn't see if anyone was on it. Occasionally, Lena would move in and out of his view in the doorway, and each time she was wearing less. The more he saw of her naked, the more jealous he got, even though he didn't understand why. She was just fucking Benton for the free hash. Ethan just wanted to fuck her because she looked great, which wasn't much different. So why did he feel miserable about it? Because she could be out here fucking him instead of the pothead, that's why.
The only action the red headed guy made on his own was to grab the girl's tit with his free hand. She seemed much less passive than him, although neither of them appeared to care too much about what happened around them. They obviously didn't care if a couple of strangers watched them fuck.
Two pair of feet appeared at the end of the futon, visible through the doorway only up to the ankles. It looked like Lena was on top, judging by the position of the pretty pair of feet. He could hear them moaning and laughing above the music. He had to tear his eyes away. It was agonizing to have to watch other people fuck without having a turn himself.
The girl with the sunglasses started screaming at the top of her lungs and tossing her head around like it was about to come off. Obviously, she was cumming. The last thing Ethan expected from her was to be so vocal about it. She was hardly vocal about much else.
For a while she was hunched over the guy, breathing hard, her palms on his chest and her arms straight to support herself. The guy had his head turned to the side, puffing on a joint he held by a clip in his left hand, while he squeezed one of her tits with his right hand. Every rib in her torso stuck out when her chest expanded to suck in a breath, even around to her backside.
She pulled off her sunglasses and looked over her right shoulder at Ethan. He could only see her right eye from under her stringy hair. It was a little glazed over, but she was looking right at him.
She lifted herself off the guy and his thin penis slipped out of her hole. Turning sluggishly on one foot, she moved toward Ethan.
Her bare feet padded on the hard wood floor one in front of the other like a slinky cat. Balance seemed to grow more and more challenging for her with each step.
She knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his knees. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a distracted, playful grin. Looking into her face, he realized she was older than he had first thought. Her face had a few faint wrinkles and she wore a slightly worn, tired look. How much of it was caused by the drugs, he couldn't tell.
Her hands moved up the insides of his thighs toward his groin.
"Ever had a blowjob, kid?" she said, gazing into his eyes.
Her left hand moved over the lump of his erection in his pant leg, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Once or twice," Ethan said.
He glanced at Charlie. Hee was almost laughing. Her hands reached for his zipper.
"Then you're a lucky guy."
Ethan looked to the doorway to the other room, where Lena was still rolling on the bed.
"Maybe," he said.
The girl was trying to pull his jeans down and he hated to stop her. He'd love to get a blowjob sometime tonight, but he'd prefer one from Lena. He gave in and lifted his hips so she could get his jeans off.
She held the waist of his jeans and tugged them down toward herself to about the middle of his thigh. Most of his dick was exposed, but the head and part of the shaft was still covered. The girl reached for it, held it as if she might be picking up a slimy lizard by its body, and drew it free of his jeans.
"Just tell me when you're gonna cum so I can take it out of my mouth," she said in a slurred voice as she stroked the shaft.
"Sure," Ethan said.
The girl nodded. When she blinked, her eyelids moved sluggishly, in slow motion. She stuck her tongue out past her lips and licked the head.
Ethan watched her tongue move around on the head of his cock. How old could she really be? She looked thirty, but maybe she was older than that. Would that make her better at sucking than any of the girls his own age?
She touched the tip of the head to her lower lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes were closed. Her head moved slowly back and forth. Her mouth felt so warm and wet and soft around the end of his cock. This was a woman with years of experience with a penis in her mouth.
Ethan looked at Charlie. He shrugged. Ethan sat back with a deep sigh. He only hoped he had the time to let her finish.
She was very gentle and very deliberate. She worked her mouth slowly down on the shaft until the head touched the back of her mouth, then sucked firmly as she drew her head back. As the head left her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around it so that she was kissing the tip. Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned.
The Van Morrison record ended abruptly, leaving the apartment immersed in an unearthly silence. Once Ethan's ears adjusted to the silence, he heard only the soft, wet sucking sounds of the older girl's mouth on his rod and the gentle moans Lena made in the other room. The red-haired guy got up, went to the stereo, removed the record, put on the next one and put the Van Morrison album back in the old peach crate with all the other old albums. Ethan watched him through the slits of his barely open eyelids.
A moment later, a Doors tune blared from the speakers. Ethan jumped and accidentally jammed his cock into the girl's puffy, soft lips. The head struck the back of her mouth and pushed partway down her throat.
