Ok,


So, Saturday night, for some reason, there's no alcohol at the party. An oddly fortuitous beginning. I've spent some of the earlier parts of this evening trying to unload these three Ecstacy tablets 'cause I feel that any multiples of $20 in my current financial situation would be a good investment.

So, the party goes, I socialize. Greet the associates I know who've come to get down as well as the others who've come just to be somewhere. Word comes back that my busch-league drug peddling
has a customer. I step, we shake and re-acquiant. I've met this kid before. He's good people. We move into the bedroom to do the deal. I show him the stuff, he's a couple bucks short and I'm nowhere near a big enough bastard to care. 'Sides, I need the cash, s'right? So he goes and takes it. I learn he's already had one and it either hasn't kicked in or it's wearing off or something. So I stand there a moment and I'm like...fuck it. I take one of the pills and wash it down. I head back in.
So I make contact with this girl I'd met the previous night who's totally gorgeous. Pretty face, large breasts, fantastic ass. We talk a bit about not a whole lot and while she's unwilling to grant me a birthday kiss, she will exercise her backrub skills on me.

The woman is phenomenal.

A better backrub was never had and the stuff is only only *hinting* at kicking in.

My customer (who, I suppose, will call "O") has returned and gets "in line." He's already "rolling" a bit, so I know where his mind is at (smart boy). By the time we finish, he acquires his backrub and I take a moment to socialize again. I can't really recall what I did between there and the time I came back. In fact, I have a bit of difficulty placing what happened between then and the time we all sat next to each other, talking and such. 'O' and I mention that we're on E and our masseuse says she's interested in trying it. I see little reason not to provide her with the experience and send a nearby friend for water. Somewhere around this time, we've begun to huddle up. A head scratch here, some fondling there, and everyone's having a good time. I've no idea how long this went on before we were offered the bedroom of the suite to use.
Fast forward to the bedroom and things pick up. Rolling and fondling and scratching turn interesting as our lovely masseuse feels her inhibitions drop. With several cries of "Wow," and "Wow!" and "*Wow*!", shirts disappeared (ah, those breasts!) and kissing and nuzzling ensued in earnest. I recall an intense sensation while watching her that I can't describe in any way other than parental pride. I felt proud of her for 'discovering' something that 'O' and I had already experienced before. For that evening, she was our girl and we loved her (and each other)very much.
Throughout the evening, there was a minor confession or two on her part, I know I had a tendency to run off at the mouth and then apologize for doing so, and our boy O just seemed to know where to touch everyone to paralyze them with pleasure.
The sun had risen by the time we'd decided were tired and our Ecstacy had worn off. They both fell asleep in relatively short order while I, a being who can't even attempt sleep unless it's actively pushing on his eyelids, lay there reflecting.
We woke in the early afternoon, slowly, comfortably. We exchanged ways to contact each other, gathered our clothes, and made sure no one left anything. We tried to tidy up a bit and went our separate ways.

I made a joke at some point that evening about not having been able to have planned it better and it's true. I couldn't have and I didn't. I can say that unlike my other experiencs, this one was exactly what it was supposed to be. Rules were followed, courtesty and respected were maintained, and I can say in all honesty that I still love them both.