“Yeah okay, why not? That sounds like a good plan.”
“Good! Go get the car Lionel,” Paul smiled, “and we’ll meet you out front.”
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Paul, Connie, and I waited on the sidewalk until Lionel drove up in a newer model white Cadillac. We piled in the back and as soon as we’d settled in, Paul lit his blunt and passed it around. By my second toke I realized today’s Marijuana was a lot stronger than what I was used to. I was just wasted, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine how Connie was doing! At first I was contented enough to sit and listen to all the traffic noises, but Lionel put some mellow jazz in the car’s c.d. player, and before I knew it I was lying flat on my back in a dreamlike state. As I stared up at the car ceiling, listening in fascination to every note my wife, Paul, and any troubles I had seemed millions of light years away. I must have drifted off because I didn’t even notice the car had stopped until Paul was opening the car door.
“Hey you guys, what’s happening? Are we there yet?” I giggled, suddenly aware that I had no idea where the hell we were supposed to be going.
My body felt like rubber and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. It was hard but I managed to haul myself up in my seat. Paul and Lionel were already out of the car and holding Connie up, helping her to negotiate her way up the stairs of a big Victorian mansion. I stumbled out of the car and followed them as they went into the house.
When I stepped through the door the loud music and reefer smoke hit me like a shock wave. Someone handed me a drink and I wandered around in a dope induced haze looking for Connie and the two guys. I searched through a sea of black faces for what seemed like forever, and I was beginning to get worried when I saw a white couple sitting in a corner of the living room. I staggered towards them, hoping they might have noticed Connie.
“Excuse me,” I said “I’ve lost sight of my wife. Have you seen her? She’s got long dark brown hair and she’s kind of short.”
“You mean the chick with the great ass that came in with Paul and Lionel?” The man grinned. “I think they all went upstairs. You look kinda tired man. I’ll bet you’ve had some of that dynamite dope of Lionel’s. Relax… she’s in good hands, sit down and take a load off your feet.”
“Yeah okay,” I said, slumping into an empty easy chair. “I guess I am feeling a little tired.”
He was right, finding Connie could wait. My eyes were getting really heavy and my legs felt like lea. Before I knew it I’d drifted off, and when I came to I was all alone. I could have been out for ten minutes or two hours. The couple had disappeared and the room was empty. The man said Connie had gone upstairs so thinking that must be where everyone had gone, I hauled myself to my feet and made my way up the stairs.
I heard a murmur of voices coming from behind the first door I came to, so I quietly pushed it open. A large group of people was crowding around something going on in the middle of the room. I pushed my way forward to see what everyone was looking at, and lo and behold, there was Connie, fully naked and on her knees in front of Lionel who was sitting on a chair with his pants down around his ankles. The crowd was calling out encouragement as her head bobbed up and down on his immense cock.