Two days later Ruth moved her clothes and books and records and other necessities to my place, and every afternoon the rest of the week, without hurry, we walked from one to the other of the available apartments, often stumbling down the sidewalk arm-in-arm drunk with laughter.
As the week passed I enjoyed my first taste of conjugal life, an extended great date with a little crowding of some habits. She insisted on washing the dishes after dinner instead of the end of the week. I knew there would be vast stretches of time ahead to adjust. Then on Friday, she suggested we finish the week with a night of sex on LSD.
It would be the second time I had taken acid and she was the second woman I had had sex with. It was the first time for both to have sex on acid. We dropped after dinner.
“Hey,” I asked while drying a plate. ”Did you ever notice how we get weird looks sometimes on the street?”
“No,” she said, looking up from the sink, interested.
“I mean, you have shorter hair than me, and I’m taller than you and if someone can’t see your breasts, like if you have a coat on or something, then it looks like we’re two cats walkin’ arm in arm.”
“How horrible! Two men actually touching.”
“Yeah, once I saw this…Oh!” We locked looks.
“Is it coming on?” she asked grinning.
I could only nod. Delicious soothing tremors ran along my spine and I closed my eyes to savor them. When I opened my eyes, she was studying me, and when our eyes met, we laughed. I felt an increasing weightlessness which I tested with several slight jumps. Then I felt giddy and started laughing again.
And when I stopped, I said, “It’s so funny.”
“What?”
“Just. . . just. . .” I sighed deeply. “. . . Being here. . . ”
We finished the dishes and dried our hands and I reached for her and we began kissing. This was always somewhat ungainly while standing, because of the difference in our heights, so we unclenched and went over to the mattress. Beside it on the floor was a candle sticking up from an empty wine bottle that was layered with wax rivulets. Before dropping, I had put in a new candle and now, crouching, I struck a match and became so mesmerized by the match flame that it went out before I could light the candle. And even with the second match, I didn’t remember to touch it to the wick until I felt the heat of the flame on my fingertips.
With my swaying hard-on and the acid rushes, I was thrown off balance trying to take my jeans off while standing. When I was finally naked, she too was just finishing and I stared unselfconsciously, cock bobbing to pulse. By now I had seen her naked lots of times but never like this. My first sex partner was skinny and flat-chested, so Judith’s Playboy-perfection was all the more startling. Globular breasts, narrow waist, luxuriant bush and that creamy glowing skin, all of them were actually there!
She noticed my staring but didn’t look up, letting me look. Then our gazes met and we broke into giggles and lay on the mattress. In fluid motions hands roamed bodies and did whatever they felt like doing and it was exactly what the other wanted. I entered her slowly, savoring the friction as it reverberated through us. We stared into each other’s eyes, pupils dilated to the point of no iris at all.
“I. . . I can’t. . . tell . . .” she gasped, ankles crossed on my back, “where . . . you begin . . . and … I end.”
