Perceptions (11)
We were at a rave party, Jo, Tanya, Leigh and me, dressed to kill and having a ball. There were maybe sixty of us packed into the tiny hall that was passing for a nightclub. It was loud, it was wild, and it was fun. Tanya and Leigh were already half-cut, and I wasn’t sure whether it was the excitement or the drink. Added to the flashing lights and boom of the high-decibel music, the lethal cocktail of drugs and testosterone were having a heavenly effect. Several sex-charge lads were all over us like bees to honey as we danced and laughed the night away. Plied with endless booze that we couldn’t refused it was no wonder that we didn’t know what time of night it was when we left. Standing in the car park, it was dark and the thump of music rang in my ears as I pushed my tongue into someone’s mouth. His hands were already shoved down my skirt and fumbling with my knickers. I didn’t know his name or the colour of his hair even, but who gave a shit! To me, he was gorgeous. I had my arms wrapped around him and was giving as good as I was getting. I thought I heard Tanya call goodbye, but my hearing was still muffled and my attention was totally directed on one thing. I wanted it bad, right here, right now. I didn’t know where Jo and Leigh were and I wasn’t in the mood to break off and ask. All I cared about was this guy trying to give me a shafting over the cold wing of this car I was backed up against. Hot, drunk and gagging for it, I let him take down my knickers and I watched him jam them into his pocket. He was panting with excitement and in the process of pulling out his pulsating package, when he surprised me with a frown. ‘What?’ ‘The fucking zip is jammed!’ he cried, straightening up and applying both hands to the task. I laughed, at first, then realised he wasn’t joking. ‘Come on, come on!’ I yelled. ‘Get it down, boy! I want it now!’ ‘Bollocks!’ He jumped up and down in a vain struggle. ‘I’m cooling off,’ I warned, laughing again. My focus was a little blurry but not so bad that I couldn’t tell he was in trouble. In frustration, he growled and tried to yank his jeans down, failing miserably. Even with my help we could see that it wasn’t any use. They wouldn’t ride over his hips, not that he was fat but the fit was too tight. ‘I’ll cut them off!’ he yelled, his head spinning around to locate something sharp. ‘Don’t be stupid!’ I laughed. ‘Not out here!’ ‘My place then!’ ‘I’ll be stone cold by then! I can’t wait that long!’ ‘Shit!’ He tried the zip again, and fucked some more. ‘Too late,’ I laughed. ‘No, no, no! Look, it’s coming!’ ‘I am looking - and that’s only thing that’s coming.’ Too bad, really, because he had a massive stiffy and I was horny as hell. I heard some laughter and we both looked round. ‘What’s the matter, Tone?’ asked a remote voice. ‘Can’t get it up?’ ‘Can’t get it fucking down, mate,’ Tony yelled back. At least I knew his name now, but we were no longer alone. Some of his mates came into view and I recognised Jo as one of the girls. All of them were having a giggle. ‘What’s up?’ one of the boys asked. ‘Fucking zip trouble, that’s what’s up!’ ‘Want me to give it a go?’ ‘Fuck off!’ ‘Come on, Lara!’ added Jo. ‘I expected more from you! Give the man a hand!’ ‘I can’t even fucking do that unless he gets his fucking zip down!’ I responded, laughing back. I was feeling dizzy and elated, but the moment had worn off anyway and my bum was getting cold against the car wing through my thin skirt. I moved away and bumped into Tony who was still making a token effort to get his tackle out. ‘Are you planning to do it with an audience?’ Tony looked up and around him, frustration filling his face despite his attempts to see the funny side. That he was being heckled didn’t bother him. ‘I think I need to pee,’ he mumbled, and brought a holler of amusement to the others. ‘Might as well go home,’ I said, ‘unless one of you guys want to fuck me?’ ‘Don’t you fucking dare! None of you bastards! She’s mine!’ ‘Not if you can’t get your clackers out, mate,’ a tall guy said, exploding with laughter. ‘Piss off!’ Tony fumed, meaning it this time. ‘Where are you going now, Jo? And where’s Leigh and Tanya?’ The group began to split up, the guys stumbling off with a girl each. Only Jo, her playmate, Tony and myself remained behind. ‘They’ve both buggered off with a bloke,’ Jo said, stooping at my feet to pick up my dropped handbag. She gave it to me. ‘Tinny’s taking me back to his pad for a shag, so that’s us. What about you?’ ‘Want a coffee?’ I looked deadpan at Tony. ‘No, I want to get these fucking jeans off and get the rest of your kit off for a shag at my place. How about that then?’ ‘Got any hard booze at your place?’ ‘Loaded.’ ‘Ciggies?’ ‘Packets.’ I smiled. ‘Let’s go then. Goodnight, Jo. Don’t wait up.’ ‘I won’t be there, don’t you worry,’ Jo said, grinning and looking at her boyfriend. My flatmate was purring like a cat and she couldn’t wait to get off for a stroke. ‘You’ll be okay, then?’ ‘With a pair of scissors or a knife, yeah.’ ‘Right, see ya.’ ‘Good luck, mate,’ Tony’s friend said. ‘Call the fire brigade if you can’t get it out. If they fail at least they can hose her down. Look at her - she’s still smouldering, mate! So fucking hurry up!’ Jo and her boyfriend departed and suddenly the car park seemed very quiet except for the distant voices and some car horns. Tony and I were alone. He looked at me. ‘Still up for it?’ he asked, hopefully, peeking at my cleavage past the low-cut cotton top. ‘You don’t know me, yet. Just get me over to your place, beast, and then we’ll see. Where’s your car?’ ‘Er, we came by taxi.’ ‘What?’ ‘Didn’t want to chance it with the Law, did we? You know what those bastards are like? They hang around nightclubs and pubs like bats waiting to get you! One sniff of alcohol and it’s down the Old Nick! Here’s a fee for our services, mate!’ ‘Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Come on, then - before I go cold for good.’ Not surprisingly, since almost every other night hole was closing up, we struggled to get a cab. When we did it was gone three in the morning and my lips were stinging from all the aggressive kissing we’d filled up the waiting hours with. Fortunately, Tony’s place was only a 15-minute drive and we staggered out of the taxi, Tony paying the driver before we lurched forward in a drink-drug daze towards his flat on the first floor, giggling and being excessively silly. ‘Shh,’ he kept on going. ‘Fuck the neighbours!’ ‘Not before I’ve fucked you.’ He opened the door and let us both in, giggling again like a pair of drunken kids as we nearly tripped over one another. ‘Drink?’ ‘Drunk. But, yeah.’ ‘What’re you having?’ He switched on a couple of nearby lamps to see with, but not enough to disturb the sexy atmosphere, at least in my mind. I didn’t take much of a look about except to see that the living room was small and an open shelf was the drinks cabinet. ‘Bloody Mary?’ ‘Bloody who?’ ‘I’m kidding,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll have a Bacardi or something with coke.’ He got himself a beer from the fridge after he’d handed me my drink and we stood sipping, bodies leaning into each other almost as a stimulus. We kissed again and I looked down at his loaded pistol locked in his jeans. ‘So when do we call the fire brigade?’ ‘Ay? Oh, shit, yeah!’ He blushed. ‘Almost forgot about that. Wait here!’ He turned and swiftly left the room, leaving me to hold myself up. Getting my breath back, I remembered something. Putting my glass on a flat surface near by, I fished a lipstick out of my handbag and quickly dabbed a bit of soft colour on my parched lips. ‘Needed that,’ I said to myself, and took another sip of my B&C. Tony came back into the living room glowing. He had a pair of pliers in his hand and his flies were down. ‘Done it!’ he exclaimed, dumping the tool on the sofa and launching himself at me. In no time we were naked, hands, tongues and lips everywhere breathlessly. The alcohol in our blood acted like rocket fuel, infusing us with enthusiasm and endeavour. Fatigue was not a challenge when you were only 19. ‘Wake up, lazy bones!’ The voice shot through me like a volcanic eruption and I shuddered. My face felt like a mask of melted plastic and my vision was blurry when I could open my eyes. ‘Whatimeisit?’ I blurted, carefully raising my head and coldly eyeing my assailant. ‘It’s nearly 10.30, you lazy cow! What time did you get in last night?’ Groaning, I pushed a hand into my face to rub my eyes with. ‘9 o’clock this morning.’ ‘Had a good time, did we?’ Jo was standing over the bedside, grinning liberally. ‘Better than you, it looks like. How come you’re so bright and bushy-tailed?’ I pushed back the duvet and cleared it from my legs with the bottom of my feet, yawning. Jo stood back to let me out. ‘Because I didn’t have as much to drink as you did. Plus,’ she added coyly, ‘Tinny turned into a heap of jelly by the time we got to his place.’ ‘Jelly?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, following me out to the bathroom like my mother. ‘He downed too much and then couldn’t get it up any more. Stupid bugger. I knew I should’ve targeted Tony. He was better looking as well. Was he all right then? Did you get it off?’ ‘Once his licence to thrill was released, we scorched the sofa, the rug, the bed -’ ‘All right, all right, I got the general picture. Fucking lucky cow. When is the porno movie coming out?’ She watched me step into the shower. I was naked already so there was no effort involved. I simply glided on automatic. Pulling the shower curtain closed I turned the taps and nearly incinerated myself. ‘Fuck!’ I screeched. ‘Hot?’ ‘A bit.’ ‘Yeah, I saw the steam penetrate the curtain. Your boobs didn’t dissolve then?’ They were a little bit tender under the sponge but looking down on my firm 34BB breasts brought back a surge of stirring memories from last night. ‘My fanny’s half sore, though.’ ‘Big lad is he, then?’ ‘Built like I stallion.’ Not really, but his work-rate made up for his size. ‘Going to see him again?’ ‘Depends.’ The hot water had started to take effect on body and soul. ‘On what?’ ‘Mm?’ ‘Depends on what, I said.’ ‘On whether I left him my phone number or not.’ ‘And that depends on whether he was worth it or not.’ ‘Absolutely.’ To be honest, I couldn’t recall even though I was beginning to wake up now. I fingered my sensitive shaft, triggering further flashes of hot, rugged sex. ‘Lucky bitch,’ I heard Jo grumble. ‘How’d you get home? He didn’t drive you, did he?’ ‘I don’t remember. Oh - Taxi, I think.’ I turned off the tap and slid back the curtains feeling like a new woman after that lovely shower. Jo was eyeing me with a mixture of envy and admiration as I stepped out and grabbed a towel. She hoisted herself from the toilet seat and helped rub me dry. It felt good. ‘Why is it you always get the best guys?’ she asked. ‘Mind you, with a body like yours it doesn’t need explaining. They’re putty in your hands. I’m surprised one of them hasn’t asked you to marry him already.’ ‘Oh, I’ve been proposed to.’ ‘What?’ Jo stopped thrashing my back with the towel. ‘When? Who? Why?’ ‘What do you mean why?’ I twisted round to see the picture on her face. ‘Well, you obviously rejected the loser otherwise we wouldn’t be here having this conversation. So who was it? And when?’ I snatched the pale green towel from her fingers and dabbed it at my damp neck and chest. ‘You don’t know him.’ ‘Why not? Where was I?’ ‘Cathy’s party last weekend.’ ‘I was there. Where was I?’ She screwed her face at me. ‘I bet it’s when I went off to get us some fresh drinks. Wasn’t it? Bet it was.’ I shrugged. ‘Yeah.’ ‘But we didn’t know most of those guys there. Who asks you to marry him at a birthday party?’ Her frowned deepened. ‘Lawrie Piper! It was him, wasn’t it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Uh, Jaime thingy! It was him!’ She was bursting to know. The look on my face gave it away. ‘I thought you didn’t know him!’ ‘Only his first name. He asked you to marry him? Jaime thingy did? Ugh!’ ‘He’s a nice boy.’
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