abruptly.
“Dre, shut the fuck up, I ain't got time to rap. Where is that coke that I told you to hold on to? You still got it in your pocket?”
Dre nodded.
“Give it to me. I want to put it up just in case the law raid the party or something.”
Dre handed him the half-ounce. Don turned and walked quickly back to the bedroom before Dre had a chance to start running his mouth.
When Juanita saw the half-ounce of crack in Don's hand she smiled and picked up her purse. She began removing various articles associated with drug abuse from her bootleg Coach bag—a spoon, a small mirror, and some rolling papers. She instructed Don to place a piece of crack on the small makeup mirror. Using the heel of the spoon she smashed the crack rock and spread it around on the small mirror. Don produced a bag of weed, which she seized from his hand. After pouring it out on the nightstand she removed the few stems and seeds. She instructed Don to stick two sheets of Tops cigarette papers together and put some weed on them. Using a playing card she scooped up some of the fluffy, powdered crack and sprinkled it over the weed in the unrolled joint until there was almost no green showing.She rolled the joint, licked the glue strip, and smoothed out the finished product. There was a lit cigarette in the ashtray. She took it and held it to the tip of the joint. The sides of the joint blackened instantly from the burning crack. She exhaled the pungent smoke and took another toke. She handed the joint to Don and laughed at his look of confusion when he tried to hit it and it went out.
“No, silly,” she giggled, “you gotta hold the cigarette to it to keep it lit.”
He followed her example. His first hit of the crack joint left him with an indescribable feeling. If he had to describe it he would have said that it felt like he orgasmed ten times at once. His second hit rendered the same feeling only to a lesser degree. Admittedly he was a little scared at first, but now his inhibitions went out the window. He was beginning to enjoy himself so much that Juanita had to remind him to pass the joint.
Two joints later Don was in a frenzy from the mixture of drugs in his system. Putting the pent-up energy to good use he and Juanita had sex for hours before Don drifted off to sleep. He woke up early in the afternoon to the odor of premos. Rolling over, he discovered Juanita perched on the edge of the bed halfway through a big, fat premo. She offered him the joint and cigarette. His first impulse was to decline, but he reached for them anyway. He finished the remainder of the joint while she rolled two more.
3
DON AND JUANITA HAD BEEN IN SEMO'S FATHER'S BED room for close to thirty-six hours. If it was left up to Juanita they wouldn't leave until all of the crack was gone. As Don sat up in the bed, Juanita stirred, but didn't wake. He pulled the sheet off her to expose her beautiful body. He traced her tan curves with his hand. Using one strong hand he grasped her ass, with the other hand he spread her thighs. She obliged him by spreading her legs even farther.
Don shucked his pants and boxers and dove between her legs. He began to suck and bite on her nipples while pumping up and down like a piston.
Juanita groaned from his penetrating strokes. Thrashing her head back and forth she wrapped her legs around his back and locked her ankles. Using her strong legs to supportherself she lifted her ass from the bed and began to grind a counterstroke.
Her moans and pelvic movements spurred Don into a frenzy. Climbing the steps of passion he reached the top, then plummeted headlong into the depths of climax. After she unlocked her ankles Don rolled off her and collapsed on the far side of the bed.
While the sexual encounter seemed to have drained Don, it had rejuvenated Juanita. Leaping from the bed she stretched and bounced off in the direction of the bathroom. When she returned from the bathroom she picked up the premo that Don had in his mouth when