He had weed, speed, Quaaludes and white wine that was very cold. He said so without hesitating.
“Wanna party?” Patsy said.
“You bet.”
“We’ll come up.”
“See you in a bit,” Bill said.
Upstairs, he laid everything out on the trunk he used as his coffee table. He’d left the wine in the frig and the apartment door open. A few moments later he heard them on the stairs.
When they came in they were both still naked. They’d tied towels around them but when they sat down on the sofa, they let the towels slip away and didn’t bother to cover up.
“Trish has no boyfriend,” Patsy said.
“I can speak for myself,” Trish said. “I’m not looking for one either, but that doesn’t mean anything other than I’m not looking for an attachment.”
“My boy’s at work,” Patsy said. “We are a free couple which means we both do as we please.”
“I’m solo,” Bill said.
“We know,” Patsy said. “We see you around, see who comes in and out and when. We been meaning to meet you, so now’s good a time as any.”
“I’ll get some wine,” Bill said.
He was reaching into the refrigerator when Trish joined him in the kitchen. She didn’t wait for him to close the refrigerator door, just came to him by the open frig, stood up on her bare toes and kissed him.
“Cold feels good,” she said while kissing him. Then, she inched closer and kissed him some more, right there at the open frig.
“Don’t mind Patsy,” she said when they broke apart. “I think she wants me to have a boyfriend. I keep telling her I can get laid without having one.”
She took the wine bottle from Bill and stepped over to the kitchen table. Bill went for a corkscrew and when he faced her again, she was rubbing the cold bottle on her nipples, making them stiff.
“You like?”
Bill stepped over to her. He didn’t say anything, just leaned in and bit one of them, hard. He licked it after he bit it and then did the same to the other one.
“You like?” he asked.
Trish kissed him. “You’ll never know how much. And now you’ll have see what else I like, I mean when it’s just you and me.”
When they came back into the living room, Patsy was standing up and already getting high. They smelled the pot before they arrived in the room, and the first thing Trish did, even before she set down the wine bottle, was reach out for the joint.
“Puff, puff, pass,” she said to Patsy.
Patsy passed her the joint, took the wine bottle and put it to her lips.
“The hell with glasses,” she said. “Let’s do a little wine circle.”
She took a nice, not dainty swig and set the bottle down. Then she stepped into Bill’s arms so that he could feel her tight against him. She ran her hand through his long hair then let it slide down to catch a feel of his ass.
“Now feel mine,” she said.
She took one of his arms and softly pulled at it so that his hand slid down. She reached behind her, settled his hand right on her buttocks then spread her legs and led his fingers all over her.
Trish came close to them and held the joint for Bill. He took several long tokes, inhaled them deeply and blew the smoke into the air. She held the joint for Patsy too. As Patsy hit on it, she said, “Ain’t you got no shame?”
“None,” Patsy said. “You already know that.”
Patsy reached an arm around Trish so they stood there in a three-way hug. They stood this way until they finished the joint, the two who weren’t smoking at any given time kissing each other.
“We got to get him naked,” Patsy said when they’d finished the first joint.
