Once again, the room filled with loud music and shouts from the other room. Jake's head turned slowly, just in time to see his buddy Stephen, carefully closing the door behind him.
Soundtrack: I Want to Take You Higher----Sly and the Family Stone
"Cats, I can't believe you're blowing weed without Stevie!" Stephen complained in a tone that bespoke mock injury. "Stevie wouldn't cut you out."
It was true. Stephen was one of the biggest heads on campus. If there were drugs at a party, usually either Stephen had brought them or he was doing them with whoever had.
"Sorry, man. Didn't see you out there," Jake apologized, sincerely. He loved Stephen like a brother. They'd been roommates off and on for the past four years whenever Jake had lived in U-Ville, whether enrolled or not.
"O.K. O.K., just pass the J will ya, Joanie ?"
Joanie coughed out a few small clouds of smoke. "Sure, Stephen," she replied quickly handing him the joint.
Stephen cupped it fondly and drew in a mammoth quantity of smoke. Stephen always got his money's worth out of a stick. In fact, with the joint still dangling from his lip, he appeared ready to take a second hit when Annie broke in, "Hey man, don't Bogart that joint. Annie wants a hit too."
Stephen turned slowly to Annie and, exhaling a stream of thin blue smoke, said with genuine kindness, "Oh wow, sorry babe, didn't realize you were waitin’ on it." He passed her the joint, by now almost too-short to be held without burning one’s fingers.
Annie brushed back long, loosely curled, black hair from her round, grinning face and took a series of short hits, wincing slightly as the joint finally did burn her. Instinctively, she tossed the butt-end in the general direction of the ashtray. "More," she demanded, the exhaled smoke punctuating her monosyllabic request.
All eyes turned to Jukie, who by now had one arm firmly encircling Donna's waist.
Jake was feeling fine; he really was. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good. He was high and yet there were no horrifying scenes creeping into his peripheral vision. Jukie was right. This was some fine shit. His eyes met Jukie's. They both smiled.
"Tole you this was no white boy's shit, man," Jukie bragged.
"You right, brother," Jake replied. "You fuckin' right!"
Just then a second joint appeared in Jukie's hand, as if out of nowhere. Slowly he slipped it into Donna's waiting mouth. Then he flicked on a gold lighter he had made appear, magician-like, in the same hand as the joint. Donna inhaled deeply, a look of ecstasy on her face. As she held her breath, Jukie slowly withdrew the joint from her mouth in yet another sexually loaded move. He held the joint out to be taken by someone else, while simultaneously fastening his mouth onto Donna's, sucking the smoke out of her mouth and lungs into his. Jake watched this second act in amazement. Jukie's every move was charged with sexual electricity. It was as if he were balling Donna right there in front of them.
As the second reefer made its way, glowingly from one person to the next, Jake smiled. This was all right!
[Note: You may wish to temporarily turn off the sound on the Sly and the Family Stone video above while viewing this video or just watch this video without its soundtrack.]
Now, he felt an arm drape itself heavily over his shoulders. Stevie? No, it was fucking Annie. She had put one arm over Joanie's shoulder and the other over his and was pulling their bodies together into a threesome. Jake could feel one of Annie's large flabby breasts pushing against his back, her huge nipple erect. It didn't really turn him on; he preferred solid, nubile breasts like Joanie's to Annie's big, shapeless tits. And he was a little nauseated by the stench of the patchouli Annie always wore.
As Jake felt Annie's large body swaying back and forth, he realized that her other breast must be pushing against Joanie. Glancing over at Joanie, he wondered if it turned her on. Her eyes were closed and she too was swaying. Was there some music these chicks were hearing that he couldn't? He strained his ears, but could only detect the thump of a base line, traveling along the floorboards from the other room. He couldn't make out a tune, yet there were Annie and Joanie swaying in time with each other to some silent song. Jake pulled away from them both. He needed another hit from the dwindling second joint on which Stephen was toking.
"Hey man, pass the J," he barked.
"Sure, man. Sure," Stephen replied, shooting an anxious glance at Joanie for some reason that Jake couldn't fathom.
[Note: Turn off any sound track still playing above before starting up "Let's Spend the Night Together" below]
It was true. Stephen was one of the biggest heads on campus. If there were drugs at a party, usually either Stephen had brought them or he was doing them with whoever had.
"Sorry, man. Didn't see you out there," Jake apologized, sincerely. He loved Stephen like a brother. They'd been roommates off and on for the past four years whenever Jake had lived in U-Ville, whether enrolled or not.
"O.K. O.K., just pass the J will ya, Joanie ?"
Joanie coughed out a few small clouds of smoke. "Sure, Stephen," she replied quickly handing him the joint.
Stephen cupped it fondly and drew in a mammoth quantity of smoke. Stephen always got his money's worth out of a stick. In fact, with the joint still dangling from his lip, he appeared ready to take a second hit when Annie broke in, "Hey man, don't Bogart that joint. Annie wants a hit too."
Stephen turned slowly to Annie and, exhaling a stream of thin blue smoke, said with genuine kindness, "Oh wow, sorry babe, didn't realize you were waitin’ on it." He passed her the joint, by now almost too-short to be held without burning one’s fingers.
Annie brushed back long, loosely curled, black hair from her round, grinning face and took a series of short hits, wincing slightly as the joint finally did burn her. Instinctively, she tossed the butt-end in the general direction of the ashtray. "More," she demanded, the exhaled smoke punctuating her monosyllabic request.
All eyes turned to Jukie, who by now had one arm firmly encircling Donna's waist.
Jake was feeling fine; he really was. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good. He was high and yet there were no horrifying scenes creeping into his peripheral vision. Jukie was right. This was some fine shit. His eyes met Jukie's. They both smiled.
"Tole you this was no white boy's shit, man," Jukie bragged.
"You right, brother," Jake replied. "You fuckin' right!"
Just then a second joint appeared in Jukie's hand, as if out of nowhere. Slowly he slipped it into Donna's waiting mouth. Then he flicked on a gold lighter he had made appear, magician-like, in the same hand as the joint. Donna inhaled deeply, a look of ecstasy on her face. As she held her breath, Jukie slowly withdrew the joint from her mouth in yet another sexually loaded move. He held the joint out to be taken by someone else, while simultaneously fastening his mouth onto Donna's, sucking the smoke out of her mouth and lungs into his. Jake watched this second act in amazement. Jukie's every move was charged with sexual electricity. It was as if he were balling Donna right there in front of them.
As the second reefer made its way, glowingly from one person to the next, Jake smiled. This was all right!
[Note: You may wish to temporarily turn off the sound on the Sly and the Family Stone video above while viewing this video or just watch this video without its soundtrack.]
Now, he felt an arm drape itself heavily over his shoulders. Stevie? No, it was fucking Annie. She had put one arm over Joanie's shoulder and the other over his and was pulling their bodies together into a threesome. Jake could feel one of Annie's large flabby breasts pushing against his back, her huge nipple erect. It didn't really turn him on; he preferred solid, nubile breasts like Joanie's to Annie's big, shapeless tits. And he was a little nauseated by the stench of the patchouli Annie always wore.
As Jake felt Annie's large body swaying back and forth, he realized that her other breast must be pushing against Joanie. Glancing over at Joanie, he wondered if it turned her on. Her eyes were closed and she too was swaying. Was there some music these chicks were hearing that he couldn't? He strained his ears, but could only detect the thump of a base line, traveling along the floorboards from the other room. He couldn't make out a tune, yet there were Annie and Joanie swaying in time with each other to some silent song. Jake pulled away from them both. He needed another hit from the dwindling second joint on which Stephen was toking.
"Hey man, pass the J," he barked.
"Sure, man. Sure," Stephen replied, shooting an anxious glance at Joanie for some reason that Jake couldn't fathom.
[Note: Turn off any sound track still playing above before starting up "Let's Spend the Night Together" below]
Soundtrack: Let’s Spend the Night Together--- Rolling Stones
Jake took a long drag, ignoring the pain of the burn on his thumb and forefinger. He flicked the burning roach away from him out into the room and looked up just in time to see Jukie and Donna vanish through the door that was now throbbing with the music from the other room. He glanced around. Stephen's mischievous face loomed just in front of him. Annie had her large flabby arms around Joanie, her black hair hanging over Joanie's small head, the two of them swaying to the Rolling Stones song he could now hear quite clearly.
Jake laughed. He had to hand it to the maker of this dance tape to end it with this particular song, an invitation to newly-formed couples to begin their predictable exodus to temporary mating places in bedrooms throughout the college neighborhood.
But, as he listened to Mick Jagger’s licentious plea, he thought: Not me. I got no such need. No little honey’s gonna’ grace my bed tonight. Uh-uh, I got no need of any of ‘em. Not Wendy or Dee-Dee, not even Joanie. Fuck em’! Fuck all of them.
Jake turned back to Stephen and said, "Hey man, let's split." He headed for the door that Jukie had left ajar, Stephen in tow behind him, as the last strains of the song faded out.
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bogart
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patchouli
roach
Sly and the Family Stone
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New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 10 "Dance!"
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New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 8 "Take Me Higher"
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New Year's Eve 1968: Joanie, Scene 1 "1969 Began with a Kiss"
Jake laughed. He had to hand it to the maker of this dance tape to end it with this particular song, an invitation to newly-formed couples to begin their predictable exodus to temporary mating places in bedrooms throughout the college neighborhood.
But, as he listened to Mick Jagger’s licentious plea, he thought: Not me. I got no such need. No little honey’s gonna’ grace my bed tonight. Uh-uh, I got no need of any of ‘em. Not Wendy or Dee-Dee, not even Joanie. Fuck em’! Fuck all of them.
Jake turned back to Stephen and said, "Hey man, let's split." He headed for the door that Jukie had left ajar, Stephen in tow behind him, as the last strains of the song faded out.
Links
weed (marijuana)
bogart
reefer
patchouli
roach
Sly and the Family Stone
Rolling Stones
Go to the next scene in Jake's story
New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 10 "Dance!"
Go to the previous scene in Jake's story
New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 8 "Take Me Higher"
Go to a related scene
New Year's Eve 1968: Joanie, Scene 1 "1969 Began with a Kiss"
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