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Smash it up

Ernest Dean

    The bottle of Jack Daniels flew higher and higher and then it stopped for a moment, as if an ghost had suddenly grabbed it, only to start its descent a second later. It smashed loudly as it hit the ground, with the trademark sound of a bottle when it breaks. It was quickly followed by a flying XX beer bottle and laughs, lots of laughs. I remember smiling along but I must have done a poor job, because she stared at me and said:
    “Hey, what’s the matter with you? Try having some fun.” Was it Debbie or Judy? I can’t remember. I’d always get them mixed up, but hey, it wasn’t my fault they were twins. “Turn back,” she said. I didn’t. “C’mon, turn back!” she yelled. I obeyed. She jumped on my back, wooing as she did. I took a grip of her legs. “Oh, my god, I can see the whole city from up here,” she screamed to my left ear.
    “I can hear you.” And the sad thing about it is that she’d still be stupid long after the booze had worn off.
    There was some whispering and I heard the other twin laugh, so I turned. The Russian was grabbing her thighs. She pushed him away and laughed, then she let him grab her again. What for? She knew what it was all about, so who was she trying to fool? “Drink some more gin,” the Russian said and poured some in her mouth. Most of it ended up in her t-shirt. They laughed again. It was such a Kodak moment.
    I was still carrying my own share of twin on my back when I remembered the fat girl. She sat at the farthest corner of the roof, silent. Her name was Susanne. I had spoken to her a couple of times and decided she was smart. She had gorgeous blue eyes and would have been pretty if she had only weighted half her weight.
    “Wooo!” Judy or Debbie screamed again at my left ear. I let go my grip and she almost fell to the ground. “Sorry,” I said but I wasn’t. I carefully put her down and my back was officially free of parasites. I looked up to the open sky, starless and huge, and sighted. Then I turned to her and said:
    “Wanna go downstairs?”
    “Okay,” she said and to the bedroom we went.

    It was easy. It was quick, messy, and hot. She knew how to move and her pussy was tight, wet and warm. I came on her stomach as she laughed.
    “Where’s the bathroom?” she said.
    “End of the hallway,” and before I could add anything else she opened the door and ran away, naked. I walked over to the door and saw her as she reached the bathroom door. While looking at that 16yr old butt I thought to myself, “What a tender age.”
    I had just got into my pants when there was a knock at the door. It was Susanne. Her face was a big neon sign with the word DESIRE written on it. “Can I come in?” she said.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    She sat at the edge of the bed and stared at my naked chest. I began to feel uneasy, so I looked for my t-shirt but it was nowhere to be found.
    “Wanna drink?” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. She nodded so I grabbed one beer for me and another for her. I kept moving around the room as she followed me with her stare.
    “Look at me,” she demanded. I did. “Why don’t you want me?”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. Why don’t you want me?”
    I opened my mouth but nothing came out of it.
    “It’s because I’m fat, right?”
    “No, it’s not like that.”
    “Yes, it is,” she said. “I disgust you, I know I do.” Her eyes went wet and she turned at the carpet as if she had suddenly found something very interesting.
    “You are talking nonsense,” I said and sat next to her. I thought about hugging her and decided against it. It was easier to lie now that she was looking at the dirty carpet, so I said:
    “You are a very beautiful girl, Susanne. You shouldn’t say those things.”
    “You... remember... my name,” she said between sniffs.
    “Of course I do. And lots of other things you told me. I remember you like Joy Division and that you are the only girl I know who reads Sartre.”
    “That’s not true,” she said and smiled a little bit.
    We’re doing just fine, I thought. Almost there.
    “Yes, it is,” I continued. “Most girls your age never read anything that wasn’t assigned at school.”
    She smiled some more and sniffed.
    “I think you are smart and funny. You shouldn’t say such horrible things about yourself.”
    Susanne turned her face to me and said:
    “So, you like me?”
    Beat.
    “Yeah, of course I do.”
    She smiled again, a big smile this time, and leaned towards me and kissed me really quick. She gave me a couple of seconds to continue what she’d started and I didn’t, so she crossed her arms around my neck and tried kissing me one more time. I turned my face away from her.
    “Please, don’t,” I said.
    “What’s wrong?” she said while her mouth kept looking for mine.
    “I said I liked you but didn’t mean it this way.”
    Still with her arms around my neck, Susanne stopped trying to kiss me and looked into my eyes. It felt as if she had looked right through me.
    The door opened accompanied by Judy/Debbie’s voice saying:
    “You won’t believe it, I fell asleep in the bathroom.”
    Then she saw us and laughed real hard. Susanne let go of me as if she was a little girl and her dad had just found her playing a forbidden game.
    “You were getting romantic here, huh?” the twin said, and walked towards us, unashamed of her perfect, tanned, young, naked body.
    Susanne stood up and Judy/Debbie pushed her back to the bed.
    “Don’t be shy,” she said, “I wanna see some action.” She pushed us together. “C’mon, get it on, woo!”
     “Stop it.” I pushed back and stood up. Susanne stood up too and went to the furthest corner of the tiny room.
    The door opened again and the Russian bursted into the room with the other twin in his arms, kissing and touching. He kicked the door shut while she took off his shirt.
    “You started without us,” the twin said and laughed.
    The Russian came to me and he probably thought he was whispering but he was actually pretty loud when he said:
    “Man, we should do them both. They want it bad.”
    “Okay, okay,” I said.
    “But we should get rid of the fat chick.”
    “Don’t worry,” Susanne said as she walked towards the door, “I’m not staying.”
    Then she looked at me instead of the Russian, who was puzzled about her overhearing our secret conversation, and said: “I’ll be in the hallway,” as if she still had faith in me. Or maybe it was just hope.
    She left the room, and the Russian and his girl began undressing each other. The naked twin came up to me and started kissing me while grabbing my cock, and I said, “Fuck it,” and unzipped my jeans.
    “Russian, pass me the gin.” He handed me the bottle and I drunk what was left of it while Judy/Debbie sucked my cock. The Russian took care of his own twin, and when her panties were gone we had two identical beauties lying on the bed.
    Cut to the Russian and me fucking these babes each with their legs around our waists.
    Cut to me fucking one twin while the other tries to get the Russian’s cock hard.
    Cut to me fucking the other twin to make things even, while the Russian tries to bone the one I did before with a limp dick.
    A moment later he had already came and I still wasn’t done.

    I put my pants and Chuck Taylor’s on, and found my t-shirt under the bed. I left the room while the Russian was saying:
    “This never happened to me before, it must have been that damned coke.”
    “You didn’t do any coke, Russian,” one of the girls replied and then the other laughed.
    I crossed the empty hallway and went to the roof. There she was, her back turned on me, looking at the horizon of city lights. She was weeping.
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine,” she said in a whisper.
     I stood there listening to her weep and puffing at a cigarette, trying to decide whether I should apologize, or say something nice, or give her a hug, or a kiss, or maybe just stay with her.
    I finished the cigarette and walked out of there. Back in the room the twins were still naked and drinking beer and the Russian was silent and had his pants on.
    “Hey, girls, why don’t you get dressed?” I said.
    “What’s the hurry?” said one of them.
    “I wanna get some sleep, that’s all.”
    They laughed at me and kept drinking. I grabbed a beer, opened it and drank until they left a couple of hours later.

    I heard Susanne jumped out of her apartment’s window not long after that night. The twins and the Russian never understood, but then, they don’t understand much about anything.
    As for me, I try not to think about it but its hard. To this day I haven’t seen such beautiful eyes like Susanne’s and sometimes I find myself wondering what she saw when she looked into mine. When that happens I just know its time for another beer.

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