"Mary Jane's Last Dance"

I wake at the far light of dawn my mouth feels sticky and my throat dry. I try to yawn but it’s just too much of an effort. I look down see myself naked under a thin white sheet of smooth silk. I look to my right and see a brunet, also naked, I remember her from the party her shoulder length hair and flat stomach and killer curves, definitely remember her. I glance to my left and see a bright blonde with tanned skin and the nicest pair I have ever seen, her naked body just made me want to relive that night all over again. I moved as smooth as possible to not wake them up. I walk to the bathroom and take a piss, open a bottle of Advil and send three down my throat. I look at myself, nude, in the mirror. I brush my teeth; taking away all of the long lasted taste of alcohol, and cherry lips stick that the blonde decided to fill my body and mouth with. Before I walk out, I look at my naked body once again. Searching for my boxer’s that somehow got lost during the events that took place yesterday night between the three of us, where hidden in this room. It wasn’t my first threesome but definitely one of my favorites. I finally found it next to the bright red flower tight under wear that the brunet used, I remember her dancing to the music as her waist just left me breathless.

            I walk downstairs and turn on a relaxing and mellow music radio station, the song that’s playing is “Pride” by U2. I know the lyrics completely as I lip-singed them walking outside to where the party took place last night. There were about fifty people, thirty of them were women and the other fifteen were men five of which were gay, and five more who found out they were gay. What’s sad is that I got two girls and probably most of the girls that didn’t get picked up went home with their girlfriends and had one of those college nights when they have a little too much to drink. I sat in a chair as I viewed the beach; the far end as the sun rose almost looked connected to the ocean. I look to the table next to me and see this virgin blunt starring at me, no self-denial. I grab it. reach for a box of matches across the table and light it with feeling. The song changed to “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. Good song, it relaxed me as I took each hit, my feet touched a bottle on the floor half filed with whisky, “what the hell” I said. I reach down and took three seconds of it, dry and pure best way to drink. I also found sunglasses, big dark one’s like the type terminator used in his first movie; they make it easier to look ahead as the sun begins to reach my eyes. I look around the mess left by rich and spoiled have it all’s, but then I see this maid. She’s different from the two upstairs, her red hair shinning by the sun, tan skin, with tight pants and a hand cut shirt that looks stylish and very sexy at the same time. I pull down my glasses to the tip of my nose. I push them back.

“Hi, can you come over here,” I paused, “just for a moment.”

She walks like if it was the end of the world with no worries the sun behind her the air moving her hair. I take a deep breath. Her body is outlined by the sun.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she asks wondering what I want, because I was sitting there half naked in my underwear, a blunt in my right hand, a bottle in my left, and dark glasses to hide the redness. I think hard on my next words, but sometimes all the flirting and getting to know each other is just a bunch of bull-shit, so I went straight to the point.

I took a final hit, felt it inside me, and then I said without a doubt or worry in my mind “Want to have Sex.”

She slightly opened her mouth; she stops in thought, closes her eyes then opens them slowly.

“So?” I said raising my chin.

She bites her lip and raised her leg stepping in between mine. I start from the bottom and raise my eyes, up her tan beautifully, heavenly carved, leg. She smiles, stepping to my side and reaching over with her other leg, sitting on me. She pressed on me, moving forward. Her lips came to mine and taunted by her breath, she kisses me, takes of my glasses; I drop the bottle, put the blunt on the table and grabbed her waist. She presses harder on me.

“What is going on, I can’t believe this!” shouted another maid that came from inside the house. Apparently she is her girlfriend and they have been dating for quite a while know. The argument grew louder as they started screaming at each other. I stand and take a last hit on the blunt. Walk into the house my head killing me from all the screaming, their voices just echoed in my head, I grow angrier and angrier, I can’t take it—I can’t take this. 

I rush to the cabinet grab the stainless steel handle—I walk outside. I shoot the angry lesbian—then the red head, the whisper of the silencer echoed as the song ended in that moment. The bodies fell—silence. God I hate the sound of people screaming in the morning. I walk back upstairs leaving the two bloody bodies on the ground. I took off my underwear, huming the tune, I lay back into the warm sheets in between the two naked girls.