Wakey, wakey!

We got back to our seats and found Lynn and the other young stud chopping up white lines of powdery coke on a small mirror she carried with her. "looks like you need a pick-me-up," she smiled at me as I sat down. She passed the mirror and a rolled up bill to me. "Do two of them. That'll set you right."

Sure, I've done coke before in the much wilder days of my youth, but married life changes you, and you find the things you used to do are sometimes better left in the past. But this was Lynn, urging me on to relive those wilder days as a favor to her. What else could I do? I took the mirror and the rolled up bill, and snorted two lines, passing them back to her after I was done. I instantly began to feel more wide awake and full of energy. This was some very potent stuff she had picked up! It definitely wasn't the fifty-fifty stuff you could buy on the local street corner.

Lynn looked at me, and gave me a sly smile before she did her two lines. Then she passed the mirror on to the boys. "Feeling better now?" she asked.

"It depends on what your definition of better is," I answered. "That is some very wicked blow."

She giggled at me. "Only the best for my bestie!" Then she stood up. "Come with me to the ladies room. I gotta go pee."

Thinking nothing of it, I stood up, and she took me by the hand. We weaved our way through the crowded dance floor like a pair of knitting needles to the far side where the bathrooms were. I propped myself up against the sink counter while she entered a stall to do her thing.

"You know you did a nice trim job on that fluffy bush of yours," she commented.

I was a little startled by it. "You saw?"

"Yes, and I thought you looked very sexy down there. You were also very wet. Come in the stall with me. The door's open."

I opened the door to the stall, and there sat Lynn as naked as the day she was born. I got inside, and quickly shut and locked the door. "Wow! I wasn't expecting a peep show like this."

"You know me well enough by now to know you should always expect the unexpected from me," she giggled. "Now pull up your skirt. I wanna get a better look at that sweet little married pussy of yours. I can't get the sight of it out of my head."

The thing about Lynn was I always did what she told me to. I raised my skirt, and she motioned me to come closer. She spread my thighs, and stuck a finger inside me. I gasped as she pushed her middle finger past my entrance. "Oh baby, are you ever soaking wet!" She pulled out her finger, and brought it to her lips. "Mmm, you taste so good!" She dipped her finger into my honeypot again, this time offering it to me. "Go on, taste yourself," she commanded. I took her offered finger, and put it in my mouth, savoring my own juices. I felt my knees tremble as I was hit with a mini orgasm. This was all just so sexy!

"Take off your clothes, and get on your knees. I want you to taste me."

I was somewhere between drunk and high, and I didn't care any more. All I saw was my beautiful best friend sitting naked on a toilet, right in front of me. I always did what she asked of me, because it was always fun. I took off my clothes, and got down on my knees before her.

(Disclaimer: No knitting needles wove a wool sweater during the writing of this chapter. Nor were any pubic mounds trimmed or shaved. The author does not own a set of knitting needles. Why the author decided to clarify this is a huge mystery we may never find the answer to. Stay tuned for next chapter when we might hear Lynn say "YES! EAT MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE SLUT!" Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental.)