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Alexis grabbed my arm and led me to the couch. She had a black see-through bra, and I saw her nipples sticking out a little. "Let's see how tough you are," she said. She had me lay with my shoulders on the armrest of the couch. She grabbed a burning candle and dripped wax onto my chest. It stung lightly before drying in clumps. I peeled the pieces off my smooth chest and looked at them closely. She tried to make designs on me. A question mark. The anarchy A. There wasn't quite enough wax melted to do them. She straddled me with the candle. One of her bra straps hung down, and I was hoping she'd move close enough for me to brush my mouth against her breasts, but the candle went out and she leaned back, laughing. I remember some things vividly: her bra slipping down a little more as she laughed, the quiver of her body, the anxious erection in my pants.
Angie lit some more candles and starting taking photos. She wore a white bra that made her breasts look heavy. I noticed a few acne scars on her back. I wanted to look at them closely, but I didn't want to seem weird. Marco sat by me on the couch; Alexis grabbed another candle and moved over to him. "Let's see if you can take the pain," she said to him. Marco was more light-hearted about the whole thing. He laughed and squirmed and pretended it was really hurting.
Corey was standing behind Angie as she paced around and aimed the camera at odd angles toward the couch. He seemed a little stoned or nervous. I got the feeling he wanted to see Alexis naked, too. He fingered the belt loops on his pants and breathed awkwardly as he drank three cans of beer in quick succession. Angie's uncle eventually grew disinterested and tried to sneak out of the apartment. "Where you going?" Angie called out. He said he'd see her in the morning, and left without saying goodbye. "Oh well," said Angie. She set the camera down and unsnapped her bra. Alexis and Marco hooted their approval and she kept going. She sloppily tossed her socks and pants into the corner. Corey nudged me and we followed her lead.
"Check this out," Marco shouted over the music. He stood up, dropped his pants and had his penis sticking out of the fly of his boxers. The girls laughed. The mood seemed so much lighter with Angie's uncle gone; it almost floated. I saw Marco's penis. It was the first time I had seen someone else's penis. It looked big around
"I should get hard first," he said. Then he paused. "Right?" |
the head, but the rest of it seemed splotchy and discolored. Angie took some photos and Marco covered his face, suddenly shy. "I should get it hard first," he said. Then he paused. "Right? We don't want our dicks to look small."
"Nothing looks worse than a dead dick," Corey said. All of us burst into laughter.
"I'm not helping out in that department," said Alexis. My anticipation was killed a little when she said that.
Angie's camera turned our way. "Okay, future rock stars," she said. She stood on a chair and shot us from above. I put my arm around Corey and he felt tense. He pushed me away a little and said he had to go to the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror. "We'll only use the best ones," Angie shouted after him. She gave me the camera and told me to take over. I wanted to snap a photo of her, but she dashed away, following Corey into the bathroom, saying something about how she didn't like pictures.
On the couch, Alexis laughed as she tried to put her bra on Marco, but it wouldn't fit and ended up looking like a weird sling or bandage. I took photos of that, trying to keep Marco's penis out of the frame. Then I took some really close snapshots of Alexis's lips, legs and breasts. She was drinking a lot and posing with a bottle of cheap vodka that was almost empty. I started to wonder if she might throw up, but she reached behind the couch and grabbed a blanket. I put the camera down and joined them on the couch. I squeezed in between them and Alexis slowly closed her eyes as she turned her back to me. I tried to kiss her shoulders, but she shrugged me off. I was starting to feel a little dizzy as well. I felt
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Marco pressing against my backside. I figured if I were going to make a move on Alexis, I wouldn't be able to get rid of him, so I tried to block him from my mind. I felt his hands on my hips, slowly moving to my penis. All three of us were under the blanket. I wondered what was happening with Corey and Angie. I heard the shower on in the bathroom.
"She won't let you," I heard Marco whisper. It took me a second to figure out what he said and what it meant. The music had stopped playing, but I could hear Janet Jackson being played from somewhere else. Marco's head went under the blanket and I shifted a little. I could still feel Alexis, warm on one side, as I looked at the ceiling. I felt Marco put me in his mouth, but it hurt and I pushed him off. I turned back toward Alexis and he started to work me with his hand. I stared at Alexis's neck and the spill of her hair on the couch as he touched me more. I moved my hand back and found Marco's penis. I closed my eyes and flipped over. I heard Alexis breathing, slurry and asleep on one side of me, and I heard Marco, breathing through his nose quickly, on the other side. We both came on the other's hand. We didn't say anything. I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. I felt frozen and unsure of what to do next. Marco used the blanket to wipe himself off and nodded for me to do the same. I heard Angie and Corey exit the bathroom and slip into Marco's bedroom. I pretended to fall asleep, hoping Alexis would wake up or flip over to face me. I thought maybe she wasn't really asleep. I thought about the photos I took of her, and then I realized that someone else would see them — the person developing the film — and felt a nervous sickness.
I slipped off the couch and put my clothes back on. It was past 2 a.m. I stepped outside and breathed deeply. I thought about getting the film out of the camera and taking it. I tried to go back inside, but I was locked out. I pressed my ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything. In a way, it sounded like nothing had happened.
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Kevin Sampsell is the author of Beautiful Blemish and the editor of The Insomniac Reader. He lives in Portland, Oregon. |
©2006 Kevin Sampsell and Nerve.com
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