Etard Hooker

This is probably the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Years ago I made a decision to get out of the rave scene. I started because I liked the dancing and all my friends were doing it and it was a great way to meet girls. While we were doing “e” it was great, but soon we were all smoking crystal and that quickly became a sketchy scene.

One of my friends was a girl named Elaine. She was short, athletic, dark and curly hair cut short with stunning blue eyes and tremendously big breasts. Of course she was gay. We had been friends since high school. She was the kind of girl that attracted slot of admirers and I was one of them. That led to how our relationship worked. Naturally, she knew that I liked her and so she was flirtatious and condescending at the same time. She would change in front of me, but ask me to turn around and not look, knowing that I would sneak a peek. She would make out with her girlfriend in front of me while we were high and she always had an air of superiority. It was frustrating but when I stopped going to raves I stopped seeing her. She was deeper than ever. It wasn’t about the dance scene anymore, it was about the drugs and she was living in a small house with six other people, always partying and looking to get high.

Elaine was always fit. She had deeply rooted self-esteem issues and while she couldn’t change her hair (which she hated), she could make sure she had a bangin body. So she ran constantly, hours a day and of course the drugs helped with the not eating. Natural C’s or D’s on a well toned five foot frame that has very little experience with men is a meal to a starving man. That was the sight that greeted me when I stopped by her new house and she opened the door with a bored look on her face.

“Hey, come on in.” She took me through the party house, past the littered beer cans on the floor and the passed out people on the couch to the back where her room was. It was okay considering the rest of the house, but she had just moved in so there wasn’t enough time for the rest of this flop house to infect it yet.

We sat on her bed and drank down a bottle of red wine out of the bottle. She went through her usual routine of telling me stories of her and her various girlfriends, their sexual exploits and how hot it all was. She loved to see me shift in my seat, knowing I was getting hard.