Phillip Milner - Her mother_s lover

Now the car was pulling into a long, rustic driveway flanked by a double row of majestic-looking pine trees. Even though her head was reeling, Debbie could see a big, rustic type of house looming up at the end of the driveway.

The boys stopped in the driveway and parked the car near the cabin. As they piled out, Charisse could see that there were some other cars around and hoped that the people at the party would turn out to be nicer than the boys they were with. As she got out of the car, she felt a little shaky and nauseous, but she put it down less to the drink of "white lightning" than the crude mauling she had been subjected to. As she began to head for the house, she felt much better – perhaps she had been too cramped on the front seat in addition to the bold "petting" she had undergone.

"Hey, wait for us," Jerry called after her, as she headed for the door, "the owner is a stranger to you and you need us to introduce you."

"This place looks deserted," Charisse exclaimed as she approached, "are you sure we've come to the right house?"

"Oh, it's the right place all right," Jerry laughed, "maybe they've turned the lights out to play kissing games!"

Charisse wondered how Debbie felt about the situation, but apparently Debbie felt confidence in Ralph and his friends because all she said was: "Let's get inside already, I'm getting cold standing around in this night air…"

Now Charisse began to doubt the wisdom of having gone on this date altogether. True, she wanted to be accepted by Debbie and her boy friends, but she hadn't counted on two fellows as escorts for the night. This seemed to be what she was getting as she walked towards the door, flanked by George and Jerry. The whole thing was making her feel very nervous, she was completely prepared to have sexual relations with her date; after all, she was no longer a virgin. But she had read newspaper stories of "gang-bangs" and "line-ups" by groups of horny youths and men, and memories of the terrible ordeals of unprotected girls were making her jittery.

Much to her surprise, the character who welcomed them at the door turned out to be a woman. Sally, as she was introduced, was a woman in her early thirties. Extremely attractive and with a voluptuous figure which the hippie costume of an oversized maroon silk blouse, festooned with beads, and tight slacks scarcely concealed, she said in a low contralto voice, "Peace, children! Welcome to the hash bash – come in and refresh your weary souls with a short trip!"

Jerry told Sally who the girls were and the exotically dressed woman bowed to them with a somewhat mocking smile on her full lips and motioned them all inside.

"Where are we supposed to sit?" Charisse whispered to Jerry. "I don't see any chairs!"

"There aren't any," he answered, "you just sit on some of those pillows and rugs."

The only furniture in the place seemed to consist of queer wrought-iron floor lamps which had flickering candles instead of electric lights, a couple of low coffee tables, and piles of multi-colored cushions and rugs strewn around haphazardly. A record player was turned on low, but Charisse could see no couples dancing to the rock music. As a matter of fact, the only other people as Charisse's eyes became accustomed to the dim light seemed to be exclusively boys.

Seeing the strained look on Charisse's and Debbie's face, Sally said: "Oh, we expect some more couples later on. Up until you girls came it's been more or less of a stag evening. But do find a comfortable spot and take it easy while I bring you some refreshments."

"Look, George, are there going to be any more girls at this party tonight?" Charisse asked with a strained look on her face. "This looks like a stag party we dropped in on by mistake! And what kind of 'refreshments' is Sally bringing up? After that 'white lightning' in the car, I don't think I could touch another drop of liquor tonight."

"Aren't you the worry wart!" Debbie laughed instead of giving her the moral support she was looking for. "Relax and enjoy yourself, the boys and Sally are O.K."

"You might as well know, Charisse," Ralph chimed in, "that you're in for a great experience – we're all going on a trip via some LSD. That's the refreshment that Sally supplies and it's out of this world, kid!"

"But I've heard that some people go out of their minds after taking LSD," Charisse quavered as she sat on a pile of cushions next to Jerry and George.

"Ah, that's just 'square' propaganda, they try to padlock all the real groovy things in life…" Jerry said. "There's nothing to be afraid of, we've taken 'trips' at Sally's place. You'll like it once you try it…"

She looked towards Debbie, but her friend was lying against a pile of cushions nearby, and Ralph and Frank were busily feeling her up already.

"Well, here are our 'tickets' for the trip," George said, as Sally approached them with a tray on which there were tall glasses of Coke with ice cubes tinkling inside. Next to each glass of Coke there was a small china saucer with a cube of white sugar gleaming in the center. George took a Coke and a saucer with the sugar for Jerry, Charisse and himself.

"The thing I like about Sally's place is that her LSD is always pure, the only time you get a bad trip is when the stuff's been cut or doctored up to save money," Jerry told Charisse.

"Now just do exactly what I do," George told Charisse. He took the sugar cube, put it between his teeth and began to sip the Coke. "The idea is to dissolve the sugar slowly, and then you just sit back and relax…"

Charisse watched wide-eyed as the sugar cube slowly melted as George sipped the Coke.

Jerry shoved her sugar cube between her teeth and told her, "C'mon, start drinking your Coke – don't be a party pooper!"

Charisse saw that Debbie was drinking her Coke, as were Ralph and Frank. She was afraid of all this, but to freak out now would really make her a drop-out from this "in" group she was trying to cultivate and join in with. Slowly, she began to sip her Coke. It was warmish, in spite of the ice cubes floating in it, and the melting sugar cube in her mouth just made it taste sweeter.

"Are you fellows putting me on?" she asked as she finished her Coke and sugar cube. "This tasted just like a sweet Coke, and it was too warm, at best!"

"Take it easy, baby," Jerry said, "you'll be starting on your trip any second now – and so will the rest of us!"

Charisse sat quietly between Jerry and George for a few minutes, observing that everybody else was being served Cokes and sugar cubes on saucers by Sally. Suddenly she began to feel different somehow. Actual "waves" of well-being seemed to be radiating from her belly throughout her body. The good feeling began washing through her head, making her feel strangely happy, and banishing all her previous fears. Everyone at the party seemed to be so nice, Debbie, Ralph, Frank, Jerry and George – what wonderful people they really were!

"Look at all the wonderful colors in this room," Charisse marveled to George and Jerry. "They seem to be sifting and becoming so gleaming and beautiful every second – and I thought this place was kind of drab!"

"Looks like you're gonna have a good trip, baby," George comforted her. "They always are when you start out seeing colors."

Jerry was feeling her ass, but that was all right, Charisse thought, everything was all right. They were all face spirits floating in a world of color and now there was wonderful music in the background too. She looked over at Debbie and saw she was lying on her back, propped up a bit by some cushions that were under her back and her head. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her bush-hair and cuntlips were completely exposed. There was a smile on Debbie's face and she seemed to be gazing at some object in space as she lustfully wriggled her asscheeks. Ralph and Frank seemed to lean over her and fuss with her clothes without the slightest objection from Debbie.