Jun 25, 2007

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Julia and I had hung out all afternoon. We had gone to the show, shopped, and dined. She was one of my few female friends. I find my lack of female friends somewhat perplexing as I get along with women much more than I do with men.

Not content to go our separate ways, Julia came over to my apartment where we popped in Baz Luhrmann's MOULIN ROUGE. We started talking about absinthe and I volunteered that I had a bottle available. The film had made me so curious the first time seeing it that I researched and located a place in Czechoslovakia that imported bottles to the U.S. It didn't take much arm-twisting for Julia to talk me into breaking the seal on the beautiful green bottle.

Following the handy instruction card that came with the bottle, we proceeded to soak a lump of sugar with the absinthe, set it aflame, and prepare the drink as Toulouse-Lautrec would have. It tasted awful.

We waited for some kind of chemically altered state to overtake us but, alas, we were as sober as nuns after waiting a half an hour for the drink to take effect. Not prone to giving up, we tried the drink again. This time we followed another instruction on the recipe card, adding a little brandy to the mix. This seemed to work much better.

I noticed that Julia's tongue was loosened by the drink. I wish I could remember how we got onto this topic but I simply can't. It's lost in the haze. All I remember is Julia volunteering that she isn't a fan of pornography, per se, but "give me a good spanking film and I'll be happy."

"I just happen to have a good spanking film, my dear," I offered. "I bought it because John Zorn does the soundtrack. It's called THE ELEGANT SPANKING by Maria Beatty. Shall I?" I gestured towards the VCR.

Julia slapped her knee and proclaimed, "Hot damn! What are you waiting for, son! Get that French crap off the screen and let the spankings begin!"

We refreshed our glasses with the last of the absinthe before the movie began.

Beatty's film is a black and white affair that's artistically shot. Most of it concerns a very bad girl who must suffer at the hands of another woman. Suddenly, Julia began a running commentary all about spanking -- the art and the artifice. "You see, the underwear needs to remain on. White panties are best. They make the woman look like a little girl. Oh, this is good."

"I didn't know you were such a connoisseur of spanking," I joked. Her face turned beet red, as if she didn't realize that she had been speaking aloud.

"Only a little," she said, smiling mischievously. "There's still a lot I need to learn. Did you know that spanking enthusiasts never use the word 'ass' or 'butt' but always say 'bottom'?"

You learn something new every day. We watched the rest of the film, cracking jokes out of mutual embarrassment over seeing racy images on screen. When it was over it would have been time for Julia to go home. However, her eyes were closing and she caught herself snoring a few times.

"I absolutely forbid you to make the drive home in that condition," I told her. "You can spend the night here. Sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

I led her to my bedroom, laid out a large t-shirt for her to sleep in, and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. "You really don't need to sleep on the couch. I can share."

I won't pretend that the look in her eye was completely innocent or that I didn't notice it. I will say that I didn't think of what that look would mean to our friendship if I joined her in bed. At that moment, I didn't care.

Crawling into bed next to her, I turned off the light. For a few minutes we pretended to be responsible adults rather than the horny kids we felt like.

I moved close to her, feeling the heat of her body next to mine, smelling the sweet scent of her hair. I had fantasized about what it would be like to make love to Julia before -- no woman is safe from a man's imagination -- but never thought I would be doing it. I put my hand on her hip, feeling the t-shirt beneath my fingers. I slid it up to reveal the soft flesh beneath. I could feel the waistband of her underwear -- white, just like the girl in the spanking video.

I slid my hand into her underwear, cupping her mons and feeling the prickles of hair under my palm. She moaned a bit and leaned back into me. I put my mouth on the side of her neck and kissed for a few seconds before biting her skin. She almost hiccuped with excitement. She pressed her body harder against mine, feeling my hardness behind her ass, I'm sure.

She reached back, grabbing me and pulling me even tighter, grinding against my cock behind her and my hand in front of her. I slid a finger along her slit, finding it wet to the touch. I slid inside of her and she gasped. I bit harder into her neck, like a conquering animal.

She struggled against me, wanting to turn her mouth to mine. Rather than allow that, at the moment, I plunged my fingers deep inside of her, my thumb finding her engorged clitoris. My cock grinding against her in time with my fingers, moving in and out of her. She moved her hand from my back to cover the hand inside of her, pushing me deeper. "I need you inside of me," she gasped.

I allowed her to get up onto her hands and knees and pulled her panties down around her thighs. As I got ready to push my cock into her she turned her head towards me and said, "You can put it in my bottom, if you want to."

This invitation couldn't be ignored. I grabbed some lube off the side of my bed and applied it liberally to my cock and her asshole. I pushed myself inside of her, generating a low moan from her that raised in pitch as I got deeper. I watched her arm move as she rubbed herself in time with my now-deep thrusts. I could hear her moving towards climax and I knew that I was as well. Her sphincter gripped my cock, pulling me nearer to orgasm.

Her body began to shake and shudder as she pushed her face into a pillow to muffle a scream. I was seconds behind her as I began cumming deep inside of her. My hips bucked involuntarily, plunging me between her cheeks as I dumped my cum into her bowels. She collapsed, sliding my cock out of her as she hit the bed.

I fell next to her, holding her close as we caught our breath. The room was spinning in a combination of drunkenness and sexual revelry. Our chaste friendship was no longer so. I'm not sure if this was as much Julia's concern at the moment as it was mine.

It turned out not to matter much. We had a few weeks of more sexual experimentation. It turned out that I had quite a hand at spanking and she had quite a mouth for fellatio. However, her employer came between us, making her a terrific offer in another state. We still talk from time to time. We're not as close as we were before our sexual adventures and I'm not sure if it's the sex or geography that got in the way but I don't think that either of us regret that night of debauchery.

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