Raisin put on an AC\DC album, Highway to Hell, and cranked up the volume. He then went about the task of rolling up a fat one which he lit and passed around. Predictably Debbie sat next to him on the couch, cooing at him and flirting with him. By the time the third cut on the album was playing, we were all pleasantly stoned; me probably more so than the others since I'd been away for a while.
"Isn't Bon Scott the greatest fuckin' singer on earth?" Raisin asked the room at large.
Lonnie gave a concurring opinion and even Debbie agreed, although it was easy to read her face and see that she didn't give a rat's ass about Bon Scott. I tried to remember who teenaged girls had been into back in the early eighties and drew a blank.
The conversation traveled around the room for a few minutes, long enough for me to be appalled by its immaturity. Both Raisin and Lonnie were trying like hell to win Debbie's favor but their attempts were pathetic at best. Lonnie was talking about how many push-ups he could do. Raisin was talking about how many beers he could drink before he puked. Had I been like this once? I feared that I had. No wonder I hadn't gotten laid until I was nearly eighteen. It was time to liven up the conversation a little.
"Have you guys ever considered," I asked. "How much religion has fucked up our views on sex?"
That got their interest. They all looked at me, wondering if I was telling a joke.
"What?" Debbie finally squealed.
"Think about it for a second," I explained, knowing that when you were stoned it was real easy to 'think about it'. "The drive to reproduce is, aside from food and water, the most powerful urge in the human body. We want to have sex; we NEED to have sex. It's programmed into us, into our genes and chromosomes. If a species didn't want to have sex, which after all is for reproduction, it could not perpetuate itself."
"Per-what?" Lonnie, his eyes open less than a quarter inch, asked.
"It could not keep the race alive." I termed it. "If we were not programmed with the urge to screw each other, we would have died out long ago. So, the urge to screw is given to us by God or chance or whatever, so that we will survive forever. It's a natural urge that serves a basic function, right?"
"Yeah." Debbie said, her eyes twinkling a little. Lonnie and Raisin had to agree with my logic too.
"Now we all feel these urges. I myself feel them very strongly." I gazed meaningfully at Debbie as I said this. She blushed a little but held my gaze. "Sometimes it's all I can think about. It's a bitchin' thing really. For the most part, guys want to put their dicks into a girl's pussy. Girls want to have a dick put INTO their pussy. Am I right?"
"Fuckin aye!" Lonnie nodded.
"Hell yeah." Raisin agreed.
Debbie refused to comment, she just giggled.
"But then you got religion fuckin' us all up." I went on. "There's some other social factors in there too, but religion is the biggest one. Here you have a natural urge, the urge to reproduce. It's a function of your body. But you got religion tellin' you that it's dirty. They make people feel guilty for these urges which occur through no fault of their own. They tell you that sex is wrong. They tell you to NEVER do it before marriage, and then they tell you that it's okay to do it when you are married but not to enjoy it. If you enjoy it, you're sinning."
"Yeah!" Lonnie put in. "That's fucked up."
"And if that wasn't bad enough." I went on, watching Debby carefully now. She was staring with rapt attention. "Religious influence throughout our history has led to the passing of laws against certain types of sexual acts. Did you know that in the State of Washington it is illegal for a man to eat a pussy."
"What?" Debbie and Lonnie said together; Debbie blushing a little.
"Yep." I nodded, picking up the roach in the ashtray and taking another hit. I was really rocking now. "And it's also illegal for a woman to suck a man's dick. Its called oral copulation in the penal code and it's listed as a crime. Now here we have an activity that people enjoy doing to each other." I paused, smiling at Debbie. "At least I know I enjoy the shit out of eating a nice pussy. An activity that hurts no one but that if fact brings a GREAT deal of pleasure to people. At least when I do it anyway. But, thanks to religious assholes back in our history, it's illegal. I could be arrested for, say, eating out Debbie there. And she could be arrested for giving me a BJ."
"You've never eaten a pussy before." Debbie giggled, her eyes shining.
I looked at her meaningfully. "Debbie, I'm an expert at eating pussy. I bet that I could make you come in less than ten minutes using only my tongue upon your gorgeous body."
She swallowed nervously. "Oh really?"
"Really." I said. "Come here a second." I patted my lap.
"Why?" She challenged. Lonnie and Raisin were both speechless, watching this development.
"Just come here and let me give you a little sample of what my tongue can do for you." I chuckled. "Unless you're scared that is. Afraid I might make you lose control."
"You talk pretty bold little boy." She informed me nervously.
"Come here." I whispered, staring lustfully at her. "Let me show you a sample."
She hesitated for another second or so and then curiosity got the better of her. She stood and walked over to me. I patted my lap again.
"Sit down." I told her, reaching out and touching the side of her right leg. The denim of her jeans was tight. Tight enough to let me feel the muscle of her leg beneath it.
She sat on my lap, turning her face towards me, her eyes transfixed upon my face. "Well?" She said.
I reached up and took her face in my hands, feeling the soft skin of her cheeks. I pulled her forward, drawing her lips to mine. She came willingly, parting her lips. I kissed her softly, feeling her puffy lips meeting mine. I darted the tip of my tongue forward slowly, touching the inside of her lip and running it back and forth, tasting the smooth membranes and feeling the back of my tongue rubbing against her top teeth. I withdrew my tongue for an instant and then darted forward with it once more. Her tongue shot out to meet it this time. I swirled the tip of mine with hers, marveling at the fact that I was making out with a sixteen year old girl. My cock jumped to full attention.
I gave her my best kissing, sucking lightly on her tongue and lips, nipping a little at them. It was undoubtedly a far cry from what she was used to, which was probably some brute ramming his tongue down her throat. I used my tongue like an instrument, tasting her young mouth, and arousing her. She pulled herself closer to me, forgetting that two other people were in the room. Her sweater clad breasts pushed against my chest.
I kissed across her cheek to her neck, licking and sucking on it softly, working my way upward, nibbling at her soft flesh. When I reached her earlobe I nipped at it and then slid my tongue softly through the hollow of her jaw. I blew lightly in her ear and then began to whisper to her.
"Have you ever been kissed like this before?" I asked.
"No." She groaned, her hands moving up and down my back.
"Do you like the way my tongue feels against your skin?"
"Yes." She panted, trembling all over now.
"Imagine this tongue and this mouth sliding all over your beautiful body. Imagine it suckling your nipples like a newborn baby. Imagine it kissing your tummy, your legs, sucking on your toes, and finally going between your legs and licking you there. Eating you until you come in my mouth."
"Ohh." She squeaked.
"You want that, don't you?" I whispered in her ear. "You want to come in my mouth, don't you? Has anyone ever made you come before?"