Chapter 19: Reed Intemperance

Author’s Note: Chronologically, this is how the night of partying ends for the other side of the group. Concurrent, but separate from Chapter 18.

I nodded to Kyle as he left the room with his bottle of wine and three glasses. I briefly wondered if his night would be anywhere near as fun as mine promised to be. My reverie was interrupted by the sound of Allie chopping lines. Her credit card sounded like a machine gun against the granite countertop. Chop chop chop. Chop chop chop chop chop. She was manic as she cut the coke.

“This is the right way to make lines!” she exclaimed to Brandi. “None of that goofy pressing down shit! This is how we do it at Zeta, and nobody parties like an Alabama Zeta!”

“You sure nobody parties like a Zeta?” Brandi asked. She pulled a travel toothbrush case from her bag and popped it open, revealing a glass straw. “Kentucky Sigma standard partying equipment.”

“Want to be my bump buddy?!” Jackie asked, distracting me from the other discussion. Her dark eyes shone brightly. She had been hitting the coke and Champagne hardest all night.

“I’m not sure I have the correct reproductive organs,” I joked.

“Not that kind of bump! Those dumb bitches are arguing about lines, but bumps are what’s up. I just bump bump bump all night long, like a volleyball player!” She punctuated her statement by taking a fingernail’s worth of coke, holding it to her nose and inhaling. She grabbed more and sprinkled it on her left breast, above the neckline of her low cut top.

“Careful with that one,” Brandi warned, giggling. “She’ll bump her way through a whole baggie.”

“Come on, have some!” Jackie instructed, motioning toward her boob. That was not an offer I was going to turn down. I lowered my face to her cleavage and felt the familiar rush as I inhaled the blow off her tanned skin.

As I drew away, I heard the telltale powerful inhalation of someone doing a line and saw that Allie had appropriated the glass straw and was snorting a line of fluffy blow.

“Ok, now try this one! Admit how much better the rush hits!” Brandi demanded, indicating a second line that was more compacted. Allie dutifully did the line, switching nostrils.

“Fuck I love how that hits!” She exclaimed, throwing her head back and shaking her blonde curls. “My way is still better though, light and fluffy. That’s why it’s called skiing! Like snow! Your turn, you do a comparison now!” She handed the straw over to Brandi.

Brandi promptly ripped both lines, one in her preferred style, one in Allie’s.

“I don’t even understand how you can claim your style is better, mine hits sooo much harder!” Brandi yelled. Her volume was loud, but her tone was playful.

“Reed might have to step in and settle this since he’s an independent third party!” Allie suggested, turning her focus to me.

“Jackie doesn’t do lines anyway, she’s the bump queen,” Brandi said.

“A little bump is nice, but a night should always start with lines,” Allie said.

“Agreed, sister!” Brandi replied. It seemed they had found some common ground.

“So you ladies are actually asking the wrong question when it comes to lines,” I told them.

“What do you mean?” Brandi asked, confused.

“The real question is: What is the best surface to do a line off of?” I told them. I was hoping this discussion would go a certain way.

“I would have to say a mirror,” Allie said.

“I agree, or maybe like a glass coffee table. Oh, one time we were at this dude’s apartment who had like black marble counters. Those were cool because of the color contrast!” Brandi said.

“That sounds neat! What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done a line off of? I once did one off of my sorority sister’s boobs to help her get the attention of a guy she liked!” Allie said, and giggled.

“Probably a hard cock!” Jackie chimed in. “We did that with our boyfriends for fun one time, except we swapped boys so we could get a close look at what the other was dealing with!”

“Are you serious!?” Crystal Allie asked.

“I mean, they didn’t call us the Sigma Sluts for nothing,” Brandi said, laughing.

“I’ve never done that, I’ll have to add it to my bucket list,” Allie said.

“I mean, we do have a potential candidate to help you with that tonight, this morning whatever time it is,” Brandi said, looking at me.

“I supposed I could be pressed into service,” I allowed. “I would need a certain form of stimulation in order to proceed though.”

“You don’t get coke dick, do you?” Allie asked.

“I have never dealt with that particular affliction,” I told her, truthfully.

“Thank God, my fucking husband gets the worst coke dick, it’s so pathetic when he comes on to me high and can’t even get it up. Usually I end up just making him eat my ass while I get myself off with a vibrator,” Allie said.

“Ugh, that’s the worst, I don’t put up with guys who can’t give me what I need,” Brandi said.

“So speaking of douchebag guys, I was thinking we could make a fun little breakup video for soon to be ex-boyfriend, if y’all are down to play?” Jackie asked. The way the three women had been dancing with me and each other earlier I figured something like that was on the table, but this was the first time it had been verbalized.

“Ha, you hardly have to ask me, certainly won’t be our first rodeo,” Brandi replied.

Allie made eye contact with me, asking me if I was in without words. I liked Jackie and Brandi. Both were attractive and fun. But it was Allie whom I had been truly lusting after since we met at happy hour. Not only did she have an incredible body, but I sensed a fellow lover of a good time. In addition, it was obvious to me, even before commenting about her husband’s coke dick, that she wasn’t getting what she needed at home. I was drawn to helping her get what she deserved in the bedroom. I nodded to her.

“Let’s do this!” Allie exclaimed once she was sure I was in.

“Ok, so Johnny, that’s my soon to be ex, always wanted a three-way with Brandi. We had one with Rose already and he knew we had played together with guys before. So assuming you were ok with it, Brandi, I was going to see if we could have one together once he proposed, which I thought he was going to do at Christmas,” Jackie explained.

“Oh I would totally have been down! We always have fun when we play together!” Brandi cried.

“So I was thinking I’ll go down on you and tell him how great it is, maybe like you two could narrate how hot it is?” Jackie asked, looking at Allie and I.

“I mean they definitely can, but I’ll also just say how good it feels. You eat great pussy,” Brandi said.

“Awww you say the sweetest things, but I learned from a master,” Jackie said.

“In college, Rose may have convinced the four of us that we should all get great at eating each other out, in case we ended up unsatisfied with the guy we brought home. We practiced. A lot,” Brandi explained and looked at us with a naughty smile.

“That’s just an important part of a well-rounded college education,” I joked. The girls laughed.

“I wish I had sorority sisters like you!” Allie said. “We thought we were crazy just because sometimes we made out and did lines of each other’s boobs to tease guys!”

“Are you ok, like being with other girls though?” Brandi asked.

“Oh yeah, I just am probably not very good because I haven’t done much of that,” Allie replied.

“Ok awesome, we’re going to have so much fun tonight,” Jackie said. “So then the other thing is, I was saving my ass for marriage with Johnny, so I was thinking Reed you could fuck my ass if you’re down and we’ll record that too!”

“That sounds like something I could, ahem, get behind,” I told her.

“I still can’t believe you haven’t let him fuck your ass, you love anal!” Brandi said.

“Well I let him finger me and stuff. I just told him I was worried he was too big for me. It was going to be a surprise!” Jackie exclaimed.

Brandi laughed. “Well we know that’s a lie considering some of the dildos I’ve seen you take!”

“Sounds like I get to play camerawoman then?” Allie asked.