“Well, what about you?” asked Meg, “were you stressed?”
“No, but Rad is my best friend and our wedding was pretty unconventional,” Eva replied.
“What do you mean?” Meg asked.
I entered handing her a cup of warm chamomile tea. She sat up and Eva began to help dry the tears from her face.
I continued, “Eva and I asked two friends to be our witnesses, we had a minister and we got married in the woods in our favorite state park. It was actually where we had our first date — a picnic — so it’s a special place for us.”
When I said that, Meg burst into a ball of tears.
Eva and I silently decided in unison to just let Meg cry for a few minutes.
Finally she whimpered, “Sometimes I just hate him, but sometimes he’s sweet. He’s not an all-the-time-guy like you, though.”
Meg frowned as I said, “you need to be with whoever sets your soul free. Eva does that for me.”
“Maybe you two just need more time before you settle down,” added Eva.
“Maybe,” Meg said unassuredly.
We all fell into more silence. We had the local college jazz radio station playing in the other room. I stood up and lit some incense to try to comfort Meg a bit.
She leaned her head down into Eva’s lap and closed her eyes. Eva continued to gently pet Meg’s hair.
More time passed.
I was sitting in the chair across from the sofa. Eva and I exchanged “what do we do now” glances.
More time.
Jesus. This isn’t how I pictured our first night with Meg! I thought as I stood up to go to the other room.
I returned with a blunt, lit it and took a long, long hit as I slouched back in the chair.
Meg had calmed down and was just laying like a tiny ball of soft white in my wife’s lap. I lit the blunt and took another long drag.
Finally I stood up and stood over Eva. I placed the blunt in her lips, lit it for her as both of her hands we’re occupied with Meg’s hair and she took a long hit.
I went back to my chair and took another hit.
“That smells good,” Meg said groggily, “I think I may have fallen asleep.”
“Did you?” Eva genuinely asked, “we thought you were just silently crying or something.”
“No, I felt so safe in your arms, I guess I just feel asleep.” replied Meg.
“Oh, well, that’s good, I guess,” said Eva confused.
How the hell can this woman be an absolute wreck one minute and the next be so calm she falls asleep in my wife’s arms? I thought to myself. She’s a little crazy!
“Do you have any more?” Meg asked me.
“Sure, I’ll roll another.” I said as I headed for my stash in the other room.
When I returned she had sat back up but was still leaning into my wife — for physical and emotional support.
I came over and sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. I lit the joint and took a hit, then handed it to Meg. I lit it for her as she took a deep, deep drag.
She exhaled a cloud of smoke in my face and began coughing hysterically.
“I’m, I’m, I’m…” she coughed.
“It’s ok,” laughed Eva lovingly as she continued to pet Meg’s goldilocks.
“I’m not used to weed, it’s been at least two years now,” coughed Meg.
“It’s ok, you took a really big drag,” I laughed.
She leaned back down into my wife’s lap and closed her eyes. Eva shrugged.
Without asking, I leaned down and placed the joint in Meg’s lips. She parted them just enough to let it sit without falling.
“Ok, I’ll light and tell you when to…” I said as I lit the joint, “…inhale!”
Meg inhaled as Eva replied softly, “now… exhale.”
“Mmmmm, that one was good,” Meg said peacefully.
“It’s just like leading the breath work in a yoga class,” joked my wife, “Inhale… now exhale…”
“Do that again,” asked Meg.
We repeated the process several times, with each puff her face relaxed and she got more and more peaceful looking.
Eva and I looked at each other. Sometimes we can communicate just by sending thoughts to one another. Short bursts of energy between our minds. We can’t have full conversations… yet. But someday I bet we’ll be able to!
I sent Eva the following mind message:
Fuck it, let’s just get her stoned!
She replied back with a mind message of her own:
Then let’s fuck her!
We smiled at each other as Eva continued to lead Meg with “inhale and exhales” until the joint was almost done.
We’re not going to take advantage of the bride, I thought. We’re going to have fun and show her just how loving a couple can be!
I went into the other room and switched the jazz station to an old school reggae album I found the last time we were in Jamaica.
White girl bait! I thought as the offbeat bass begin to pulsate through the house.
“White girl bait” was what Eva called reggae, explaining to me that when she plays reggae for white girls and smokes them up real fine, nine times out of ten she’ll score.
Eva smirked a “thank you” smile to me as I came back in.
It was clear by her body language that Meg was very, very stoned. She lay with her head in Eva’s lap as Eva continued to run her fingers through her hair — essentially massaging the woman’s scalp.
I went and silenced our phones, figuring Cam may try to call wondering where his now very late fiancé was. I scanned the room for Meg’s phone and saw it on the hallway table by the front door. It was already silenced. There were dozens of unread text notifications that I guessed were from Cam in the last several hours.
I decided the only way to kick start the fun was to take control of the situation. I lit another incense and dimmed the lights. I came over and sat next to my wife on the opposite side of the couch from where Meg’s body lay.
Taking Eva’s head in my hands we began to passionately french kiss. I slowly worked my way down to Eva’s neck and began to kiss her neck and inched my way to her ear lobes. She goes crazy when I bite her ear lobes so I began to nibble like a hungry mouse after-hours at a fancy cheese store.
Eva tilted her head back and gave fully in to my neck and ear bites. As I worked on my wife, I occasionally glanced down to see Meg’s now wide-eyed reaction to the action that was happening just a foot or two above her head. I lifted my wife’s top up over her head, freeing both breasts. I knew that Meg would love to see my wife’s perfect tits and even more perfect rosy brown nipples. I gently licked each nipple and began to suck on her breast.
I gazed down on Meg and locked my eyes on her. I continued to suck my wife’s breast as I starred at Meg.
I took my free hand and reached down for Meg’s head. Without asking or saying a word, I guided her head to my wife’s right breast and pried Meg’s mouth open with my fingers.
I slipped three of my fingers into Meg’s mouth and felt her tongue instinctively lick as her mouth began to suck my fingers. I slowly pulled my fingers from her mouth, and replaced them with my wife’s very erect nipple. Meg started to suck Eva’s right nipple as I worked her left. Our eyes stayed locked on each other, as my wife tilted her head back in total pleasure.
I knew more than anything my wife loved nipple play and I also knew how much anticipation she had for Meg. Again, without saying a word, I left my wife’s side and came over to Meg. I reached around her waist and began to lift her shirt up and over her head. Her arms naturally followed and she sat more upright — leaving Eva’s breast and finding her mouth. The two women began to french kiss passionately.