Reverberation

"ooooh maaaaan. I sure wish we brought dew out here." I never wanted dew like this in my life, my tongue was thick and slimy.

"Ahhhaahahahahah! Me too." he struggled to make his long frame comfortable on the foam cushions we had draped a quilt over in the tent. Watching him I could see him repeat the same shift over and over exactly the same every time but never seeming to be right. "Or tang."

"You want me to go make you some tang, baby?" I tried to ignore the monologue that had been running in my head ever since that second hit.

Whoooah…I'm stoned….the thing of it is everything reverbrates….reverberates…reverbrates…fuck what is it? Echos…no that's not it…re….ver…ber….ates….. In and out, in and out… waves…. a stone in the water, the ripples in… verberates…. invertebrates…… snort….. whoosh… can he tell I'm freaking out? Shit…he's going to try and calm me down…don't freak out!…..just be cool no more word shit…what is he doing anyway? How can he just sit there a big puddle of stoned?  Oh there it is….he's invertebrated and I'm reverberating…see still have it… I'm cool….. just a lil stoned…. no I mean inebriated don't I?… *sigh* …..does anyone ever mean anything anyway? Nothing means anything… I wonder if there's smoking in the tent. *chortle* well there's already been smoking in the tent he can hardly argue that…. Dammit I don't have my smokes out here. I knew we weren't ready for this.. No smokes, no dew what were we THINKING?…*giggles*
"No, but some dew would be great." He finally answered me.

Jeezus christ, what was he- napping, all that time?

"You don't think I can manage to make good tang, do you?" I accused "You think I'm too stoned!"

Oh gawd I'm a harpy, and I'm loud! So fucking LOUD! we better shut up. Just go get dew and write down that thing about the re-ever-brations before you lose it. Lose it .. I lost it a long time ago!  I wonder if I could mix dew WITH tang… Hmmmm….. That might be fantastic! Just a scoop or four in the dew….
"Ahahahahahaha! Noooo baby! I know you can make tang. You can make anything."

"Damn straight I can." I nodded assuredly.

Shit he's looking at me funny… all puppy eyed… awww he loves me… look at him… a big giant man sitting there, what the hell am I doing in this tent with a big giant man? I mean who is he anyway? Who does he think I am? Who is anyone? Fuck that's too heavy.. Chill out Dew(ed)!  We're just thirsty that's all, and you need a smoke.
"Okay, then. I'm going to go in there now…" Suddenly I was struck by the situation again when I tried to extricate myself from the foam in order to stand up, the sides of the tent were flapping with the summer breeze outside and I only made it half way up before collapsing in laughter back on the make-shift couch.

"What?…." he was already laughing "What's so funny?"

"We're in a tent…." I gasped between hyena howls "a fucking TENT!" he nodded encouragement, hoping I would manage to finish, I guessed. "We have an entire HOUSE! With dishes and furniture and kids and lights and and and EVERYTHING! We have everything! And we're out here hiding in a tent!"

"I know!" he said as though he had already thought it. "and we're so thirsty!"

"Alright… I'll go. I'll be right back." I spoke as though the question of who would go had been up in the air, as though it might not be smart to leave a man behind, as though I was about to make a journey I might not return from. The zippers on the tent didn't want to cooperate. I tugged and shimmied them but then felt as though this were a scene being filmed or on stage, that if I continued to take so long it would fuck with the momentum of the plot so I ended up sliding out under them as though I had been locked in a bathroom stall. Outside the air was cool and refreshing, I took big gulps and concentrated on stepping lightly over the deck to the backdoor. It slid open amazingly smoothly.

The kitchen was bright and clean. I took some time choosing glasses, wondering if plastic might not be smarter to take outside then reminding myself we were grown ups and if we couldn't handle glasses by now we never would.

Besides, what could happen, it's not like we're going to throw the glasses! ahahah! We might throw them at the fence. I love that sound, glass shattering... but then we would have to break all the plates. aww that would be sad we would need all new plates or we would have to serve the kids food on the table ahahahah on the table! the fucking table! that's crazy we would never do that. Why did I even think that? ahahah I'm stoned.
 Then I remembered to write something down to trigger my memory later.

Paper… there! In the printer… pencil… why is it there's never a goddamn pencil in this house that's sharp? Wait there's one…. Okay…
I began to scratch out some thoughts but the graphite on the paper was scraping against my neck and all the way up and down my back aggravating me.

Fuck! How do people walk around like this all day long? I have to hurry up and get back out there, how long have I been in here? He's going to come looking for me, wondering why I can't even pour dew!
I crumpled the paper and put it in the compost bowl. Slowly I lifted the two glasses and made my way out across the deck, finding he had unzipped the doors on the tent for me. I wondered if he would mention my inability to unzip them or not.  "Hey, sorry it took so long. I tried to write something down to remember it and I had to stop. It was KILLING me." I paused to eyeball his reaction. He didn't appear to think I was crazy but then again he hadn't appeared to be anything but slightly amused since we started this. "Do you know what I mean? It was actually scratching at me while I tried to write! Do you know what I mean? I mean do you really really get it?"

"Yeah! I know exactly what you mean, you could feel the sound."

"YES!! That's exactly it!" I was tremendously relieved he understood me.

Unless he didn't. I mean sure he said that but does he really know? Fuck shut up! This is why you're no freaking fun! No! Stop that too. Dammit. I should smoke.

"What's the matter?" he asked

"Umm it's like when you get on a ride and suddenly you decide you want off but it's too late."

"Oh." he responded. I knew he had never wanted off a ride in his life.

"I'm cool. I just want to go smoke."

"Okay."

See now you've spoiled it. Shut up I have not. Just go smoke a cigarette, drink your dew and chill out. You can decide how you want it to be. Just act the part and that's how it will be. Besides this can't last forever… how long does it last? Hmmm can't remember… was this fun back in the day? Why do people find this fun? Good gawd this is NOT fun. Mmmmm smoking is good. I bet I smoke too many cigarettes tonight. No don't. your throat will hurt tomorrow. But I'm stoned! I NEED to smoke! Where the hell did he go? Fuck, is he going to go to bed? What am I going to do? I wonder what I used to do… damn that cigarette went fast. Too fast. Maybe I'll have one more. No. go inside and find him, it's better to stay busy and distracted.
When I got in the house he was shutting up all the windows. I figured he wanted to go to bed and suddenly knew it was the thing to do.

Maybe bed is the perfect thing! That's IT I'll just sleep it off. Awesome. Good. Bed is good. I love bed. I don't know why I didn't think of that. Bed is so freaking good. I love bed. I'll just drink a glass of water and go to bed!

I went about the usual routine of shutting the house down before bed. Closing windows, locking doors, turning out lights and when all was as it should be I ended up in the bedroom.

"Hi." he looked surprised to see me.

"Getting in bed?" my voice came out bright and cheerful with a false edge, like a parody of a fifties sitcom.

"….. okay." It was days later when he told me he had been getting ready to put a movie on. I have no idea why he just went along with me and turned out the light. Or why he was shutting all the windows on a hot summer night if he wasn't going to bed.

"Okay!" I pulled back the bedding in a neat triangle, pounded my pillow a few times and climbed into the giant bed.

Oh wow.. This is good. So soft. Sheets on skin that really is amazing. I should have taken my clothes off. Way too much work to do it now… no matter this is really good , just gotta smooth that crease, mmhmmm that's perfect .. except no..not quite there yet... Mmmm okay, roll this way.. Yep arm under pillow… this is fantastic… nothing to worry about…Breathing, I'm breathing. In and out, in and out. Wow that sheet is going to come loose that's covering the skylight, damn… I wonder if he's noticed… fuck no he hasn't noticed. Of course not, why would he notice? Maybe I should say something… wouldn't want it falling on us.. We might think we were suffocating or something.. No better not, he'll stack a chair on the bed again he's too stoned for that even if it would be so fuckin' funny…. Ahahaha I should tell him but then he might do it. Dammit does he have to do everything I say? Wow … he's breathing loud. Is he asleep already? How can he sleep? We didn't even say goodnight! Wait maybe we did.. I think we did. Aww that's kinda sweet…  Oh no.. I can't sleep. So thirsty. A walk might help.

I swung out of the bed too fast and had to steady myself a few moments, causing him to shoot up on his side of the bed looking terrified.

"I need water!" I explained in a panicked tone, as if he had been responsible for hydration and was fucking nuts to let us down. Then I was scurrying down the hall to the kitchen.

Wow I'm like a little rodent, sneaking around the house… ahahaha! A rodent.. That's sick that's really fucking sick Dew(ed) trying to really freak out , arnt ya? Can't just chill a bit can ya?  knock it off already. Hey wow, I can feel all my muscles.. And they feel hot… I'm totally hot! That must be why I'm thirsty… so hot I'm drying inside out or something … really nice calves all shiny and brown.. I love summer.. Summer is good. And hot. And thirsty. It's a good thing we're hot.. Aww man what if we were really ugly! And what if it was way more noticeable because we were stoned…? that would suck. Thank god we're hot. Ahahahaha! Of course you think that, you're stoned! Even if you weren't, even though you totally are, you wouldn't KNOW it! Hahaahahahaa… still, I'm way thirsty.. Water should be running cold by now… oh shit.. Hafta turn it the other way … whew! Glad I noticed that… could have been standing here until the hot water heater ran out… ahahah no he would come stop me. There's the cold water.. Finally.

I filled a glass with water, gulped it, refilled it, swallowed it reverently and filled the glass again.

Wonder if I should bring him a glass…. I can't carry two!! I'm barely managing here as it is! Shit every man for himself… Fuckers going to drink all my damn water though, I tell you what. No he won't, he'll be sleeping. But what if he does???!! I can share it. Sharing is good. Ahahaha there's plenty of water Dew(ed)! Wow. Has this happened before? This has happened before? Wait what? What happened? This! This feeling, my hair back in this loose knot.. My pajamas just like this.. No these very boxers! What happened to that blue shirt I used to wear with these.. High spandex content so comfy though.. Soft cottony so good…weird arms though.. Yeah got puffy sleeves or something shitty shitty shirt.. Yeah.. But these boxers! Yes! My gawd I'm flashbacking, flashing back.. I'm back… TO THE FUTURE!! Ahahahaah… biff. I love biff. ' hello, mcfly… mcflyyyy!' ahahaha why don't we own that movie? That movie rocks. But what if I can't stop it? What if I lose where I am? Ahahahah.. Shuddap already and think about something else… mcflyyy, mcflyinng! I'm mcflying down the hall!

Bumping along happy with thoughts of the movie I made it back into the covers without incident after spending an eternity carefully balancing my glass on the dresser next to the bed. "Hey.. Ahahahaha… hey.."

"What?" he asked surprisingly alert sounding.

"ahaha never mind.. You had to be there."

Be there? In the fucking kitchen? Ahahahaahaha! Yer so stupid stoned! Wow there's that feeling again.. But am I feeling it again because I AM or because I did earlier and I told myself I would again? Shit, I'm totally crazy high. When am I remembering? ……. Oooohh.. The last time I was this high… yeah … ten years ago.. at LEAST ten years ago.. long long time ago.. Wow.. And him…the old him! Ah no that's not right totally different… is it? oh shit… I better not tell this him, might freak him out and it's just a weird feeling anyway… it's just that "it's all the same fucking day" thing.

"Hey I'm like.. Remembering or something… like I'm ten years ago or something.. Or more years, I don't know. But like I'm doing everything exactly the same as then, ya know? And I can't stop feeling it."

"yeah… I know." he nodded heavily. "I mean.. I know what you mean."

used to do this with the blanket too, when did I stop doing that? Wow… and now I'm doing it again. Or maybe I only notice it when I'm stoned… whoaaaaaah. And that.. His hand.. He used to do that too. Holy shit batman! He's groping me the same fucking way! That's impossible.. I would have noticed before. Unless I did but I forgot. Is this important? Why am I thinking this? Oh just a pat or something.. Okay. He thinks I'm freaking out. I am freaking out. No I'm not. The hand didn't feel half bad. I wonder…. Oh that's right! He's never done it stoned!! Ahahaha! Wait maybe I don't want to… hmm better check. Seems like moisture could be an issue. Where did I put my glass? Oh there it is.. Damn it's on the edge of the dresser. That's dangerous, someone could really get wet. Ahahaha.. That's the plan stan. Ahahaha I sound like a total stoner.. Aahahhahah I AM a total stoner…

I gulped the entire glass down. "wow, I haven't had this much water all at once since I was pregnant!" I informed him before getting cocooned in the covers again.

"That's good!" he said, proud as punch. As if being stoned was perfectly healthy as long as it made you drink water.

Okay.. Let's see here… system check… yep.. That's working.. That's working really well… I should have been doing this all along!  But what about the moisture… I don't know if there's any lube around… oh.. Nope don't need it….

"Hey.. Whatcha doing over there?" he was grinning at me in the dim light. "Need any help with that?"


Busted! Ahahahaa! He totally busted me touching myself. Hmmmm… guess I can't exactly seduce him sexily now. Whoa.. I had a plan and didn't even know it! But now I know exactly what I was going to do, there's an image, I'm crawling up on him.. Long hair swinging down I can SEE it sliding across his skin, no… nope.. That's a dream I had…. Not him. Anyway he loves me touching myself. Maybe that counts and anyway there's no stopping now…no way at all I'm stopping this no matter what he thinks…. oh look at him, he's so excited… whoah… too excited almost……so eager. Wow. What is with that. Good gawd… you don't have to like me that much, for heaven's sake show some restraint it's suffocating……Except I'm eager too. Eager beaver ahahahahaha that's where that came from! Jeesus christ, how many hands do we have down there!

I realized we were fighting over contact down below and went ahead and let him have full access. Gave me the opportunity to grab the bottom of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one smooth jerk that sent it sailing across the room. It made a flap-thump sound against the wall and slid down to the laundry pile.

Yes! Even stoned! I fucking rock! Mmmmmhhhhmmmmm there's that skin on skin, love my nipples against his chest, like stars in a sky, oh shit, Still so thirsty.. Wonder if we can stop for a water break, no don't stop do not stop this is way too good to stop but maybe I can just reach the glass and have a drink in the meanwhile…he won't mind and then I can carry on while he has a drink… so strange mouth so dry and everything else so damn wet…. Moisture has been redirected to other mouth ACK don't think that MY GAWD! Not a mouth, not a mouth, *hungry too ahahaha shuddap!*  not a mouth, just wet… very very wet… this is so damn good!  wait what's he doing?  Don't stop!

 His fingers tugged the elastic waistband of my boxers so far it was as though I walked right out of them, hands on his broad shoulders for balance. My toes found the edge of his boxer-briefs and I gripped the elastic tightly, sliding the shorts all the way down to his feet so he could kick them away; his feet making a frantic paddling motion at the bottom of the bed.

He's swimming in the wet! Ahahahaaa! And look, my bodies just doing, I don't even have to direct it or anything, amazing! This is almost like with ….. No stop it don't go there…and that was not being stoned at all…oh shit… almost time…no  not yet, I want that other kind…dammit, what is he still doing? Obviously this is not the time to dink around down there, put it in now already, now now now now now, just put it in, fuck! Oh jeezus when I find whoever spread that foreplay is everything bullshit around I will strangle them! Think on your feet for crying out loud.. Oh wait he's probable just stuck in a stoner repeat thing… hafta shake him loose…..

I used every ounce of umph I had to yank him on top of me, my hands immediately guiding him to the entrance. He hesitated for long rippling moments. There came that sensation again, the awareness of his physical self, the feeling that he was all man with a core of little boy. His weight was hovering there above me, poised and I had no idea what he was thinking. Our breath came panting out of us, measuring the moments in exertion, in an eternity of anticipation and desire.

Do it, just do it, I want you to do it already…it's so much better if you do it, why don't you do it? oh shit, what if he's having trouble… what's the etiquette here? If he can't, what about me, oh my gawd! I'll have to pretend I don't even really WANT to! Oh but I do do do want to… and it's gotta be the real deal has to be real human flesh…..has to be that spot…fuck I hope he finds that spot and doesn't stop this time….Wait but he seemed ready… shit… he's absolutely ready dammit I'll just have to do it myself.

I lifted my legs higher and grabbed his backside forcefully, pulling him into me in one smooth glide all the way to there, yes that spot there!, until our pelvises rested against one another, thinking 'There. That should do it.', and it did indeed get the ball rolling rather nicely but it still just wasn't enough. This night, this stoned there was no way I was taking anything less than exactly what I wanted, wasn't going to be polite. Soon my body was finding positions I had never even tried with him before, positions from eons ago when size was an issue, encouraging him to get the best possible deep penetration with each thrust.

Oh yes, this is exactly it… don't stop oh for gawds sake don't do that thing where you think it's too soon and change rhythm suddenly…. Just keep going….I'll come with you….. Yes right there….so close… so fucking close…..
With my legs so far in the air I pulled a retired Dew(ed) move out of the vault and reached around for his balls, to pull them down slightly ensuring he would go over the edge exactly when I wanted to. He did and I did…

Ahhhh…. That's wonderful…. Love that kind of orgasm… almost the best even… mmm…maybe now I can sleep…

We tumbled around in the bed a bit, rearranging covers, giggling at one another and stretching our entire bodies before finding our way to the spots we sleep in. He kept giving me the 'I don't even know who you were just now but I sure liked it' faces that made me wonder if he thought this would be a trend.

"Are you going to sleep now?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I think so." I felt his smile in the dark. He was easily as happy and relaxed as I'd ever known him to be.

"Okay. I think I can sleep now too." I rolled over, finding the blankets I needed for between my legs and burrowing my head around on the pillow.

Mmmm… felt so good. Glad I'm relaxed now. I'm sure I can sleep now. Wait, I've thought that before. That's EXACTLY what I always used to think! Maybe I should go smoke… you are practically required to smoke after sex like that.. No I can't go out there, who knows when I'll get back and I really need some rest, my gawd I'm so fucking tired I just want some damn rest!..

Wait….oh my…. Yeah… that's what it is… should do that again! Fuck he's sleeping!!!! Dammit…. Okay just breathe…. Check the clock… okay now act like you're sleeping…. Even if you don't fall asleep the rest of you will be rested…. Mmm see? Now check the clock… oh just two minutes. Dammit…. Try it again.. Breathing… breathing… this really can't go on forever.. It's peaked by now… I'm pretty sure I don't feel as stoned as I did before… unless that's just 'cause I'm stoned… no that makes no sense … check the clock… FUCK!




****** this is fiction of course. 

Summer 2007?