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from the joint and it relaxes me. Diane asks if I’m ready to go to bed, and I’m just freshly baked enough that I actually think she means sleep. So I say, “Oh yeah, definitely,” with a big stretch of my arms over my head, and then Diane shuts the Nintendo off and stands up and offers me her hand. I get to my feet and she leads me down the hall to her room, and that’s when I realize she plans to fuck me. And as that realization dawns on me, so does another. Marilyn is following us to Diane’s room, too. And if there was ever a reason to be into older women, this right here is it, because older girls are a lot less hung up about sex, and it’s pretty clear now I actually can get with both of them tonight. At the same time. Under normal circumstances I’d be thinking,
Fuck yes, holy shit, Joey and Trap will never believe me when I tell them.
But that’s not what I’m thinking now. Instead I’m thinking about Sonia sleeping on the damn floor. Stupidly, I turn around and see her leaning against the sofa, her eyes wide like a lost kid as she watches the three of us walk into Diane’s room, and I pause.
    “Should we invite your manager?” Diane asks.
    “Nope,” I say.
    Marilyn’s stoned smile as she closes the door is the last thing I see before the lights go out.
    ***
    Those girls are all over me in the dark. At first I can’t even tell who’s who because I’m so high and so tired and there’s only the faintest light from a streetlamp outside, leaking through the cracks in the blinds. The bed has some sort of smooth sateen cover on it. I feel it against my bare back because one of them has stripped my T-shirt off and pushed me down to the bed and is straddling me in nothing but a pair of panties. The other, I think it’s Diane, is taking off my shoes. Holy fucking shit. I get a total adrenaline rush that fuels this need I have to get back in control of the situation, and now one of these girls is going to get fucked. Right now. And I don’t even care which one it is.
    I roll over and pin Marilyn under me, mostly naked and smiling up, and she wants it. Not me, but
it
, and I have it so she’s going to get it. Diane lights a candle on the dresser so she has some light to watch by. Marilyn’s eyes roll back and she’s breathing heavy and hot when Diane comes back to the bed and pulls her shirt off and lies down next to her, running her hand along my back as I’m grinding into Marilyn. Marilyn turns her head and the two of them start to kiss, in nothing but their panties, and it’s so crazy I’m not sure I’m not hallucinating. That this is real. Can this be real? Nobody will ever believe it. I’m here and I’m not sure if I believe it myself. Diane slips her hand into Marilyn’s underwear and now I’m so hard my pants are uncomfortable.
    “Take them off,” Marilyn says, then unbuttons my pants.
    “I’ll bet he has a nice cock,” Diane says. “Let’s see it.”
    Diane kisses me as Marilyn is unzipping my pants, but the thing is, when I feel Diane’s lips they don’t feel sexy. They feel hard and thin. Probably because I’m high. I start trying to remember what Donna . . . Dana . . . shit . . . Diane’s lips actually look like, because now they don’t even feel like lips, they feel like licorice whips, and now I’m hungry. But unfortunately, not for Diane or Marilyn. I remind myself that there are two sexy girls here who want to play, I am literally about to fuck two women, and this is the opportunity of a lifetime. No matter how high I am I shouldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by. So I put my lips to Diane’s again and taste them, salty, not sweet or sharp like black licorice. She slides her tongue into my mouth and damn, now I’m remembering how it felt to kiss Sonia and I’m not thinking about how awesome it is to get with two girls at all. I’m thinking about what Sunny’s lips feel like against mine. Soft, full, and sweet like a plum in summer. But this