SIX AND SKIN
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Skin asked.
"Yeah." Six said.
"Who did you fuck?" Skin replied.
"Peggy," Six said.
"Tell me about it," Skin said.
"I was sixteen," Six began, "and I used to come see her dance at the club, and she would tell everyone who worked there that I was her brother. And she would dance for me. And I would watch. Anyway, I would pick her up and we would go back to her apartment where she was living and we'd hang out. Anyway, the night it finally happened was at her birthday party, Peggy's birthday. It was her birthday party and this guy, Dusty, came by. He was a coke dealer. He came by with lots of coke and we hung out all night and did coke for Peggy's birthday because that's what she wanted to do, hang out all night and do coke. So that's what we did.
"Peggy was really cool. She gave me all this free coke because she liked me. She loved The Cure and The Ramones. She would wear these half shirts with The Ramone's logo on it and her titties falling out and a really tight skirt with fishnets and elf boots and ratted orange hair and heavy, long eyeliner around her eyes. So she got me high on coke, and we fucked that night.
"There weren't many people at the party, really. It was just her roommate, her roommate's boyfriend, Dusty, a few people Dusty brought with him, Peggy, and me. The apartment was a second floor flat that was done in brown carpeting with brown paneling and its floors were uneven and slanted so it felt like you were walking through a fun house or something. Peggy had the front bedroom because it was biggest and she paid the most money for it. The party didn't last very long, really. I don't remember how long, but we left and went to the party store for beer and came back and her roommate was gone and she'd taken her boyfriend with her and Dusty was with us so his group was still there, about three folks, and we drank beer for a bit. The highlight of the night, really, was when Peggy called me into the kitchen before everyone had left and Dusty had taken a huge bag of coke and poured out two huge lines on the counter and said, 'Happy birthday, Peggy,' and Peggy looked at me and smiled and hopped up and down and said to me, 'One's for you.' I smiled and said, 'Thanks,' and took the straw that Peggy held out for me, bent over the coke, and snorted. She smiled, kissed me, and did the same. Dusty put the straw back into the bag of coke and about five minutes later he was gone.
"So being on coke wasn't really that big of a deal. It made me feel like I was about to trip on LSD, but I never quite started to peak. I felt good, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to fuck Peggy. So, finally, we fucked.
"Having a naked woman in front of me all coked out of her mind and me being forever hard and on coke made the sex last a while. Peggy got off a few times, so I heard later, but I didn't get off at all. I really didn't know what to do with her enormous tits, and her cunt was more like a science experiment to me. I had no interest in her, really, but I played around a while just to say that I'd done it. I'd never been that close to a pussy before, so I explored it. It was warm and wet and hairy and it didn't taste like fish. My cock fit easily, but there was no grip. I guess that's what's called loose. I know that it's not like an ass—nice and tight and gripped around my cock. This was more soft and mushy and like getting a good blowjob without a lot of teeth.
"The biggest moment of the sex came when Peggy got on top of me and rode my cock. I remember feeling—nothing, really. I remember looking up at her and she was really into it. I tried to come, but I knew I wasn't going to, and she knew too, and that's why she just rode my coke-hard cock until she was done. That's the moment I remember most—knowing that I'd fucked Peggy and that I didn't want to fuck Peggy again. She knew, but she was really cool about not knowing until I was ready to know.
"Anyway, I felt kind of bound to Peggy for a while after that. Not really out of anything more than trying to make what we had done more that what we had done. So after we hung out the first time after we fucked, where Peggy made me feel bad for not having talked with her sooner than I did (I think about a month went by), I kept following her around the city as she moved from one tittie bar to another and into the suburbs of Detroit and back downtown again—picking her up from work and visiting her and watching her work. I hated it all, really. I just didn't care anymore and didn't want to care anymore, but I felt obligated. Somehow, she didn't mind."
Six stopped for a minute. "Finish it," Skin said. He took a drink of his beer.
"What do you mean?" Six asked.
"Finish it," Skin repeated.
"There's nothing more to say," Six said.
"Wanna fuck?" Skin asked.
"Let's get Rusty," Six replied.
