Downtown Train

"Grab a blunt!" I shouted while pointing to the box.

With a look of surprise on her face she reached over the bar and took a doobie from the carton. I took one as well.

"This is Biggie." I told her while pointing to the bar tender.

I turned to Biggie. "This is Chelsea.... first time here..." I shouted.

They both waved at each other and nodded, the distance between them and the raucous noise level of the club rendering social convention to a limited scope. Biggie took the carton away and returned to his work. He gave me a little wink and a smile as he moved away.

I pulled a small lighter out of my boot and gestured to Chelsea to let me light her fire. She popped the rolled marijuana cigarette between her teeth and said, "You didn't pay him..."

I lit her blunt and said, "I have an account...."

"I can help... I have money..." She managed through clenched teeth.

"Don't bother!" I returned with a shake of my head.

She squinted and took a draw. She nodded her approval as she smoothly handled the breathing and smoking without a cough.

I looked at her sideways. "You've done this before."

She nodded with a big grin. "Oh, yeah!"

I took a long, slow puff myself and regarded her, eye to eye. I raised my hand to the side of her face and stroked her creamy cheek with the back of my hand.

"Let's dance with the freaks." I shouted.

She nodded while holding the smoke in between her lips. I took her hand and we inserted ourselves into the maddened crowd. There wasn't much room, so we stood almost breast to breast and began to move to the rhythms. Smoke flowed between us and encircled out heads.

I took note of her high school uniform and couldn't help but think about how many people here must have thought we were only part of the costume crowd. Two totally legal chicks playing a role game as the biker chick and the school girl.

I reached out and took Chelsea's smoke from her mouth, holding it with my left hand. I took a deep drag on my own cigarette and then pressed my mouth to hers, deeply kissing her as we shared the cloying smoke which must have drained from our noses and ears.

When I pulled slightly away, Chelsea had a sleepy, almost seductive look on her face. The girl enjoyed her weed, and it would seem she was not all that sexually conservative as well. I smiled inwardly at this fact.

As we danced and ground our bodies against each other, and those around us, I found myself rising up off the ground in a strange, almost spiritual way. The music was in us, around us and on us. It thumped and pumped and staggered us on several levels. The lights spun and flashed around us in confusing kaleidoscope colors. The weed worked its magic and set our inhibitions free.

I pulled Chelsea close to me and grabbed both of her butt cheeks with my hands. She laughed face to face as I ground my sex against her. Those lion eyes of hers flashed with mischief at me and she seemed to physically go submissive and perhaps a little shy as I kissed her gently and then tilted her sideways and bit into her soft, lovely neck.

She gave out with a bit of a yelp, though I knew she wasn't harmed.

A bit of an actress, she feigned a worried look and said, "We shouldn't do this! We're girls! It's not right!" And she frantically looked around us for some sign of disapproval in the crowd.

I chuckled and grabbed the waist band of her skirt just below her belly button and pulled her in close. With a mock sneer I said, "Not everything has to be right.... now does it?"

She placed her hands on the sides of her face and gave a shocked "home alone" look in response. She dropped the face, then took a drag of her Mary Jane cig, which she held in between her fingers, closed her eyes, drew the smoke in and then blew it out. She then returned to the shocked face.

We both laughed. I leaned in and shouted in her ear, "Are you in the drama club?"

"Can you tell???" She asked with a feigned concerned look.

I smiled and pulled her to me, my hands on her waist at first. I then moved them around to her back to get her as close as possible. My chin was over her shoulder, her chin was over mine as we hugged.

I leaned into her ear and said, "I want you." I then stood there not moving and watching the freaks dance behind us.

After a long moment, she rubbed my arm with her hand and replied, "I know.... I know...."

She then folded her arms around my neck and cradled her head on my shoulder. We began to slowly dance, even though the music of the club was frantic trance rhythms.

We danced alone in a crowd, just us two for what seemed like a long, long time. A heavenly long time.

It was 9pm. I was certain Chelsea's parents had already called the police when she hadn't come home for dinner. But she wouldn't be gone from their lives for more than a few more hours. She promised me that she would be able to handle them and their worry-wort parenting. I believed her.

My second floor bedroom in the complex located just off the city's east side, near all the industrial and trucking terminals, was dimly lit and filled with the cool, soft breeze of the evening. I stood leaning with my back to the wall on the far end of the room.

A nearby vertical rectangle of a window dimly lit my figure. I was dressed only in my T-shirt and a pair of brief, dark panties. My naked toes dug into the plush carpet on the floor and I felt indulged.

The sheer, chiffon drapes hanging from the window rustled and waved gently in the night time. I had one hand flat against the wall behind my back and the other holding my blunt in two fingers as I dragged and smoked on my third blunt. Chelsea had out done me on the smoking. It was a startling surprise.

The smoke rose and twisted in the darkened room and little shards of light illuminated it at different points in an ongoing, circus of colors. The light beams emanated from a high in the sky yellow moon which punched a hole in the night time. I felt still. Introspective. I watched the scene across the room from me with quiet analysis as I smoked.

The thinly latticed picture window on the other side of the room cast elongated rectangles of soft light across the room and onto the reclining, nude form of Miss Chelsea McAdams. It softly rolled across her gently rising and lowering breasts, her delightfully flat tummy and even gave a glint to the soft, dark bush which barely covered her lovely sex and pointed my way to pleasure.

With each puff of her blunt, she gently illuminated her soft features which were obscured and diffused in the dim lighting. Nude, and on my bed, which was covered with a plastic zip bag for preserving the mattress, she seemed to me the epitome of unspoiled perfection.

With her dark hair fanned out on the pillow which was under her head, she resembled artwork, or at least photo journalist art. I though about this, the unspoiled part, and if indeed this had been the thing I had picked up on when I first saw her on the downtown train.

Did I consider myself spoiled? Ruined? Did I want to return to that little girl I knew who used to run in the daisy fields after fireflies near the Duggan farm? Taking a bite out of Chelsea's behind or her sweetly soft neck might have been analogous to ingesting some of that un-spoiled girl I saw laying before me, who might just remind me of the Terra I had lost growing up in foster care.

Suddenly I became aware that she had been watching me watching her in the moonlight. Though her eyes were obscured and dark, I could feel them cutting right through me across the flickering, smoke filled room.

"Chelsea...." I said with a puff of smoke. "Do you trust me? Do you trust me not to hurt you?"

"That's silly." She whispered. "You could have done that already.... if you wanted."

"I could've just been waiting to get you alone."

"Nono. I felt your kiss down to my core. I know better."

I nodded. I knew what she meant. I had had a cat when I was a little girl whom I used to kiss on the head all the time. She trusted me implicitly. I slowly moved over to Chelsea and sat down beside her naked butt on my bed. I looked down at her, she was all high on mary jane and feeling no pain.

"Kisses can do that: Transmit trust." I told her.

"I'm not a virgin."

"No?"

"When I was fifteen, boy next door..... he was all thumbs... " She laughed. "It was fast and awful."

"First times often are.... but not always."

"He had this nasty ammonia flavor...." She said with a grimace.

"Why tell me this? I didn't ask."

"I trust you."

I nodded. "I see."

I passed my hand over her nude tummy and enjoyed the youthful ambience of her body.

"You'll have children one day. They'll be smart and beautiful." I told her.

"I'm not so sure.... I kinda have a thing for black men..." She joked with a giggle.

I gasped and lightly slapped her thigh. "That's AWFUL!"

"I know! I know!" She chuckled. "It's just a stupid joke."

"My gyno is black!" I insisted, implying professionalism can be obtained by all.

She sweetly smiled at me and bent her arm at the elbow, offering her opened hand.

I placed my hand in hers and gripped her firmly.

She said, "We must see with the heart. The heart is eternal."

I lowered my eyelids and went thoughtful for a moment.

"You amaze me, Miss McAdams. More than I could have imagined."

"Your apartment is nice. Expensive. What do you do for a living?" She wondered.

"I used to work on bikes... about 5 years ago.... I went penny stocks.... learned to pump and dump. I never looked back."

"Ohhhh... that's why all the computers in the big room."

"Member of the Oxford Club, too."

"My dad knows them."

"Oh, Daddy has money?" I asked, knowing full well that he of course did.

"Why does a biker girl with money need the subway?" She asked rather pointedly.

I took a deep breath. I looked her in the lioness eyes and said, "To find Chelsea."

I then stood up and went over to two oscillating fans by the far wall which were about six feet apart from each other. I turned them both on. They began to gently push air around the room.

"That's cold!" She gasped. "You're making ME cold." And she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not here to ruin you, Chelsea." I told her. "I'm here to perhaps show you something you have never seen before. Something you'll always remember me for."

I walked out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. Chelsea remained on the bed, holding herself. I returned two minutes later with a silver metal bucket of ice and water.

She sat up when I entered the room. "What is that? I'm already all goose-pimply....."

"Lie back down." I told her. "You have to trust."

"But.... that...that's ice water!!!!" She said clutching her shoulders and already shivering.

"Hang on." I told her while raising the bucket above her.

She closed her eyes hard and folded up her body. "OHHHHH!!! That's why the bed is covered in plastic!!!!!!"

"That's right." I said, lifting the bucket above her. The water and ice cubes poured down and onto her chest and belly with a rushing sound and quickly turned the bed into a slushy mess.

"AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!!" She screamed. "That's freezing COLD!!!!!!"

"Lie back." I told her and I assisted her in reclining. Her skin was indeed freezing and wet.

"C-C-Cold! N-n-n-n-not suh-sexy!!!!! N-n-n-not a n-n-ice th-ing!!!!" She spat with a terse, almost betrayed attitude.

I held up a fist. "See this fist?"

"HHHMMMM-HMMM-" She said all frozen and a little bit angry.

"Like a flower at night time. When the sun warms it in the morning, it opens naturally. Joyfully."

I then opened my palm like a flower.

She shuddered and shook on the bed trying to understand what this all could be leading to. Laying in the pool of icy water that was under her back and feeling the fans blowing the cool night air on her nude form, she groaned and grunted. "MMMnnngggg!!!! NNNNgggg!!!!" Her eyes were wide and questioning, the heights of her ability to trust were being tested at their limits.

I crawled over the top of her and placed my knees on the bed on each side of her. Straddling her hips I took several of the ice cubes and began running them over her body. I took special interest in her breasts and those now hard and pointy pink nipples.

I drew little wet lines of icy water over her pimply flesh. In each hand I held an ice cube and I ran the frozen pieces around and around the stiff and swollen "eraser head" type nipples. She groaned deeply with pleasure.

"OOOhhhhggggnnnn!!!!"

I nodded. "See? You're entering that sweet spot between pleasure and pain."

"St-st-still freezing!" She chattered out.

I hopped up quickly and shut off the fans, not wanting to lose her begrudging co-operation. Then I re-mounted her. I leaned down and began to kiss her swollen breasts. I opened my teeth just a little and began to bite lightly at each hardened little breast bud. I ran my tongue around and around the bright pink areolas.

"OOOHHhhhhhh....." She groaned in wonderment. Her body arched upward. Her face etched in a kind of realization of the unknown. Her smooth body was shiny and slick from the ice water and reflected in the moonlight.

I then full mouth sucked each fully swollen titty, back and forth, over and over. She closed her eyes and groaned, her body undulating beneath me. I then ran my tongue up and down the center of her chest, caressing her with my hands wherever I was able. She couldn't help but shiver.

Her eyes were getting sleepy but she still eeked out, "Cold! cold!" She begged.

"Okay, my little flower." I told her, feeling that perhaps it was time for mercy. I then brushed away the ice cubes onto the floor. Much of the puddling water I also pushed away onto the floor. It was an indoor-outdoor rug, so I wasn't concerned.

I then got up and went to the dresser which was between the two windows. Chelsea remained laying down, enduring her agony.

I returned with a battery operated hair dryer in my right hand, a quickly slipped on "strap on penis" around my hips and I forced her legs apart as I pushed up on top of her.

I held up the dryer and said, "Here comes the warmth!"

I then turned it on and aimed it directly at her lower belly, just above her dark triangle. The sudden shift in temperature on her loins made her eyes go wide and she groaned in such a way that the sound she made actually seemed to surprise her doubly at that very instant.

"OOOHHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!" She intoned with deep, guttural pleasure.

She reached up with her hands to grab hold of my own breasts and I pulled off my top and threw it aside. I leaned in and let her fondle me.

I nodded. "Uh, huh! Feel that? See what's happening?" I said with a smirk and a nod.

She bit her lip and squeezed my titties. "MMMMnnnn!" Was all she could say in response. But that response was indeed positive, and I smiled with gleeful pleasure.

I passed the warm air dryer up and down her center, letting it rest just briefly enough to make her body go from cold fish to warm, reddish colored budding beauty. I then turned her over and warmed her back, up and down. Up and down. My strap on penis nestled gently between her firm, rounded buttock cheeks when I did this. Over and over I turned her back and front, back and front until the plastic mattress bag itself was now a bit uncomfortably warm and dry.

I put the dryer down on one of the night tables next to the bed and sat back on my haunches to regard her now. She was wild eyed and flushed and she wrapped her healthy, well formed legs around my waist. It was a move women do when they want a man to impregnate them. I doubt that Chelsea fully understood what she had just signaled to me.

I lay on top of her and we kissed. We hugged. I inserted my strap on penis into her waiting sex and she arched her back and moaned in response. But she didn't break our clutch.

"UUunggggAAAAhhh!" She groaned in little girl tones of subjected helplessness and slightly fearful pleasurable ambivalence.

The lovely, female animal tones were directly in my ear from her widely gaping sweet lips. Her hair mixing with my own, made my chin resting on her shoulder a bit more comfortable than most times when men have been with me in a similar position.

My hands ran over and across her smooth, yet sinewy back. They clutched and pulled and petted as she writhed and undulated beneath me. She was so soft, so helplessly yielding and warm, and also so sweetly divine in her youthful sexual awakening, that I felt like I might just melt right into her amorous body and become a part of her living soul.

Her legs tightened their grip about my waist as I began to slowly, yet a bit forcefully, drive the rubber strap on penis into her velvety, lubricating sex.

"UGH!" I grunted over her shoulder. I knew all the notes to hit in this situation, even if the sensation of entering her cleaving sugar pot were lost to me. I wanted Chelsea to know the full experience, and with my own experience I would fill in all the gaps which didn't automatically come naturally.

Her nails dug deeply into my back and she groaned in deep, gasping tones. "GGGGGOOOOUUUdddddd!!!!"

I gritted my teeth and then began to pump her with a regular rhythm. "GRRRR!" I intoned.

"Ohhhh!!!!OOOHHH!!!" She gasped and choked out. Her chest was mashing against my own and I could feel her body jack-knifing over and over beneath me. She became more and more animated as I upped my thrusting pulse and before we knew it, we were riding a high road to the kind of uncontrolled sexual heaven most could only dream of.

In and out of her vagina I pumped. Again and again and again. What I felt Chelsea really needed was a good, vigorous fucking. I was more than willing to oblige her.

She pulled back her lips in an ugly grimace and threw her head back . She arched her spine a little more and opened her honey pot for even more access to my pummeling rubber member.

"EEEERRRRGGGGhhhhGGGGEEERRRGGGGHHHggghh!!!!!" She groaned.

She did this so loudly that I worried my neighbors might call the police for fear of someone being killed. Truth be told, I WAS killing her. I wanted her best and biggest orgasms as a woman to have come from ME.

Before I knew it, my wishes were granted.

Chelsea grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me upward into a sitting position. She then took her legs, still wrapped around my midsection and flattened me down against the bed. The move was so sudden and forceful that I hardly had time to respond before SHE was on top of ME!

With another one of those torrential waterfall squirts, she bathed me in girl juice that splashed and splattered all over the room. She let out with a tiger growl worthy of Sheena of the Jungle herself.

"RRROOOwwwwOOOwwwwllllooooOOOoooo!"

I had to close my eyes and raise my hands to my face so as not to drown again, but it did little good. Her hot mouth was suddenly on mine, her tongue in my throat and her hands were pulling at my hair. Her loins had found the rubber penis and re-inserted it. Her hips were now in full swing, around and around making the bed rock back and forth as she pleasured herself.

She sat upward and grabbed hold of my breasts with her finger nail, claw-like hands and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, enjoying some internal ecstasy.

My face soaked and my hair wet and matted on the plastic covered mattress, I could only lie there beneath her and ride the back and forth thrusting motion of the entire bed as her full weight ground into my own sex.

The bed creaked and squawked, and I imagined it was complaining about the rather animalistic treatment we were both receiving. I thought to myself as though referring to the bed's distress: I know how you feel, buddy. We may never get another good nights sleep ever again.

While grinding her sex, Chelsea looked down at me with gritted teeth and a nasty, angry face. She then slapped one of my breasts with a medium hit which made it bounce and jiggle. I felt the pain, but it was quite minor.