When the party was over, we went back to the Japanese guy’s apartment and Giorgetta slept for something like a hundred hours in a row, and when she woke up she spent another three hours in the shower and then she came out and said, Sabina, let’s do something really crazy, and I said, crazier than that party? She looked at me pityingly and said, don’t worry, I’m older than you but I began at the age of thirteen, you’re too quiet, you know, you need taking out of yourself, come on, let me take care of it. We went to the house of another friend of hers, a Norwegian who was about ten feet tall, and he and Giorgetta talked for a while and he asked her, are you sure? and Giorgetta said, very sure, it’s what I want now, so the guy tied a rubber band around her forearm, burned a liquid in a spoon, put it in a syringe and injected her.
Immediately, Giorgetta’s eyes rolled back and she started shaking, which got me quite nervous, but the Norwegian, whose name was Kay, said to me, don’t worry, she’s shaking with pleasure, it’s like having a hundred orgasms at the same time, do you want to try? I said no, I can’t feel a thousand orgasms because I still haven’t had my first, I’m a virgin. He opened his eyes wide and cried, really? and added, please don’t move, I want to take a photograph, you’re the first virgin I’ve met since I came to Paris, and then I asked, and what do you do? and he said, I’m a photographer, let’s see, stand over there. I heard the click of the camera and then a second click and a third, and then lots more, as many as the orgasms my cousin Giorgetta must have been having — by now she’d slipped off the couch and was lying on the carpet — thousands of clicks from a camera focused on my body, and I knew he desired me, and I started taking off my clothes, first my sweater, then my skirt, my blouse and my bra, and lastly my panties, my white virgin’s panties, and when I was naked Kay kept saying in French, parfait! parfait! and I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger, so I said, take that off and let me see what you’re hiding there, and he showed it to me, and it was all pink and as big as an elephant’s trunk, with yellow hairs, and he said, you should suck it, it doesn’t taste bad, so I went to him and sucked it and it wasn’t too unpleasant, it tasted like rust or wet wood, so I carried on sucking and feeling his veins swelling until he said, open those thighs, I want to see what you’ve got, and he opened me with his tongue and I saw stars, he explored me with his finger and finally he put his penis in, which hurt me at first, but was quite nice after that and moved inside me very smoothly. Just as I was about to have my first orgasm he took it out and moved it up to my mouth and said, swallow it, you’ll like it, and so I did, and he spurted a bitter liquid that burned my throat.
When he withdrew, I grabbed his arm and said, where are you going? you haven’t finished with me, and I put his mouth back in my cunt and said, now suck and lick until I tell you, and he did as he was told, and one or two minutes later I felt a ray of light split my body in two and I screamed as much if not more than the girl in the movie Carrie when they tip the bucket of blood over her, and I lost consciousness, and when that huge volcano had stopped erupting and I returned to reality I saw Giorgetta looking at me through half-open eyes, and saying, did he fuck you or did he give you a fix? and I replied, the first, how are you? and she said, with her cheeks covered in drool, this is too much, it’s really intense, I can’t speak, I’m sorry, and she lay down on the carpet again and as she did so I noticed she was giving off a disgusting smell. I looked at Kay, who was just emerging from between my legs, and he said, don’t make that face, it’s normal to shit and pee when you shoot up for the first time, you’ll have to get used to it.
I stood up and went to the shower and stayed there for nearly an hour, letting the hot water run over my shoulders, directing the jet of water at my pubis and hearing distant drums, everything was very new and the desire I felt for that man was irrational and probably unhealthy, what others call love at first sight or — which comes to the same thing — the intuition that somebody can destroy us, and so I said to myself, Sabina, when you finish your shower you have to get dressed, walk past Kay and take Giorgetta outside, take her away from Paris and back to Rome, where your aunts are; I felt I was on the edge of something very dangerous and on the verge of falling.
But when I came out of the bathroom, what I saw made things even more complicated, because I saw Kay lying beside Giorgetta with the syringe in his forearm. They had both just injected themselves. From her position, it was obvious my cousin had taken another fix, so I went to the kitchen, made myself a chicken sandwich, had a Diet Coke and waited, how long would it last? After a while, I went to Kay’s room, which was filthy and was where he kept his rolls of film and developing equipment, and lay down facing an old TV set which was switched on but with the screen blank. I looked for the remote and when I pressed the button saw it wasn’t switched to a TV channel but to a movie.
I pressed play and, to my surprise, what did I see? it was a porn movie! A really old movie by Lasse Braun called Sin Dreamer, with pot-bellied men lying in a meadow, having sex with plump women with vaginas as hairy as spiders, a really old-fashioned kind of movie. I got very aroused, and when it finished I looked for another, because those two addicts were still lying on the carpet, and the one I found was Frequence Blue, by the same director, only this time I put my hand inside my panties and started touching my clitoris, I remember it very well, there was a scene in the country where a woman in an old Citröen sucked the cocks of three gendarmes from the highway police who were going to give her a fine, and at the end I heard noises and saw Kay come into the room, so I jumped on him and we had sex again, really wild sex. Then Giorgetta came in, with her eyelids inflamed and her skin all dirty, and asked Kay for more heroin, but he said, that’s enough for today, sweetheart, cool it, sleep a bit, you need to rest, and she said, O.K., and immediately slipped through the door and lay down on the floor again. Finally we fell asleep, with me embracing Kay, the man who had deflowered me, and Giorgetta on the carpet, her habitat for the last twelve hours.
And that’s pretty much how the weekend passed, with Giorgetta injecting increasingly large doses and me having sex with Kay, who with each fuck seemed to me more delicious and his penis sweeter. On the Monday, about ten in the morning, Kay had some black coffee, grabbed the bag with his cameras, and said, my dears, I’m going to work and I won’t be back before tonight, so make yourselves at home, I don’t know what’s in the fridge, so feel free to go to the supermarket and buy provisions, which wouldn’t be a bad idea anyway, ciao, à ce soir, and he left, slamming the door behind him.
No sooner had Kay gone than Giorgetta rushed to the drawers in his night table, the sideboard, the closet, and the kitchen, looking for drugs, and when she didn’t find any she said, the bastard’s left me high and dry, I’m going out on the street to get some more, wait for me here, and I said, Giorgetta, do you realize what you’re doing? Seeing the look of surprise on her face, I added, you’ve turned into a junkie in only three days, don’t you think that’s a bit. . excessive? but she replied, I told you I wanted to do something crazy on this trip, I didn’t say anything to you about the fact that you’re fucking Kay, did I? No, I replied, because it’s none of your business, and she wagged her finger and said, that’s exactly what I was thinking, so let’s make a deal, we each mind our own business, what do you think? I said yes, and she left. That night, when Kay got home, she still hadn’t returned. She came back three days later in a very bad state, with staring eyes and her skin all greasy, smelling of excrement and with blood in her anus. I bathed her without asking any questions, only ventured to say, have you had enough yet? can we go back to Rome? We did go back, in fact, but against all expectation I was the one who immediately got on a plane and returned to Paris, because I had fallen in love with Kay. He promised to make me a big star and I believed him, how could I not believe him when he allowed me to fuck him every night and suck his cock and lick his balls? Love at first sight and the bond with the first male who goes on the prowl between your legs did the rest.