Her bare feet padded on the hard wood floor one in front of the other like a slinky cat. 
Balance seemed to grow more and more challenging for her with each step.
 
She knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his knees.  The corners of her mouth
were turned up in a distracted, playful grin.  Looking into her face, he realized she was
older than he had first thought.  Her face had a few faint wrinkles and she wore a
slightly worn, tired look.  How much of it was caused by the drugs, he couldn’t tell.

Her hands moved up the insides of his thighs toward his groin.

“Ever had a blowjob, kid?” she said, gazing into his eyes.

Her left hand moved over the lump of his erection in his pant leg, but she didn’t seem to
notice.

“Once or twice,” Ethan said.

He glanced at Charlie.  Hee was almost laughing.  Her hands reached for his zipper.

“Then you’re a lucky guy.”

Ethan looked to the doorway to the other room, where Lena was still rolling on the bed.

“Maybe,” he said.

The girl was trying to pull his jeans down and he hated to stop her.  He’d love to get a
blowjob sometime tonight, but he’d prefer one from Lena.  He gave in and lifted his hips
so she could get his jeans off.

She held the waist of his jeans and tugged them down toward herself to about the middle
of his thigh.  Most of his dick was exposed, but the head and part of the shaft was still
covered.  The girl reached for it, held it as if she might be picking up a slimy lizard by
its body, and drew it free of his jeans.

“Just tell me when you’re gonna cum so I can take it out of my mouth,” she said in a
slurred voice as she stroked the shaft.

“Sure,” Ethan said.

The girl nodded.  When she blinked, her eyelids moved sluggishly, in slow motion.  She
stuck her tongue out past her lips and licked the head.

Ethan watched her tongue move around on the head of his cock.  How old could she really
be?  She looked thirty, but maybe she was older than that.  Would that make her better at
sucking than any of the girls his own age?

She touched the tip of the head to her lower lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth. 
Her eyes were closed.  Her head moved slowly back and forth.  Her mouth felt so warm and
wet and soft around the end of his cock.  This was a woman with years of experience with a
penis in her mouth.

Ethan looked at Charlie.  He shrugged.  Ethan sat back with a deep sigh.  He only hoped
he had the time to let her finish.

She was very gentle and very deliberate.  She worked her mouth slowly down on the shaft
until the head touched the back of her mouth, then sucked firmly as she drew her head
back.  As the head left her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around it so that she was
kissing the tip.  Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. 

The Van Morrison record ended abruptly, leaving the apartment immersed in an unearthly
silence.  Once Ethan’s ears adjusted to the silence, he heard only the soft, wet sucking
sounds of the older girl’s mouth on his rod and the gentle moans Lena made in the other
room.  The red-haired guy got up, went to the stereo, removed the record, put on the next
one and put the Van Morrison album back in the old peach crate with all the other old
albums.  Ethan watched him through the slits of his barely open eyelids.

A moment later, a Doors tune blared from the speakers.  Ethan jumped and accidentally
jammed his cock into the girl’s puffy, soft lips.  The head struck the back of her mouth
and pushed partway down her throat.

“Uunnghh,” she gagged.

Her eyes bulged out and her face turned a deep red.  Her head quickly snapped back to get
the penis out of her mouth.

“Sorry,” Ethan said above the noise of the music.

She wiped her mouth.

“Forget about it,” she said.

Her lips were up against the head of his cock and she held it around the shaft, making it
appear that she was speaking into a microphone.  Her lips parted again and softly slipped
down over the end of the shaft.  Ethan flinched.  She was sucking him deep into her mouth,
practically lifting him out of the chair.

“Ethan?” Charlie said.

He looked at Charlie, who nodded toward the bedroom.  Benton had emerged through the
beads, his face beaming.  On the other side of the beads, Lena was dressing.  He just
caught a glimpse of her beautiful breasts before she pulled the cutoff tank top down over
them.  She cupped them in her hands, adjusting them.  When she looked up, she saw him
looking back at her.  He didn’t look away.  She smiled and looked down to pick up her
vest.