photo opportunity.
‘Say “KYLE’S GORGEOUS!”’ Kyle had said as he pointed the camera.
‘Kyle’s gorgeous,’ Krissie said, trying not to mean it.
Another moment involved a steep hill that Krissie climbed ahead of Kyle, knowing full well that her upper thighs and new red knickers would be partly visible under her loose short shorts.
Then there was the tree trunk that crossed the path. ‘Here,’ Kyle had said, extending a hand. Krissie had taken it in hers, jumped down beside him and not let go for the count of three, she reckoned, as she recalled it with pleasure over the next leg of the journey.
These moments were the entree moments that led to the ham roll of lunch. They sat on the top of a small hill and overlooked the grey-brown cragginess of the surrounds. They laboured through the sharedroll, passing it back and forth more often than necessary. They could both hear the inner workings of mouth and throat and neither of them could finish.
‘I’m not hungry,’ Kyle said, as Krissie offered him another bite.
‘Me neither.’
‘How about these?’ Kyle took the magic mushrooms out of his pocket. They were wrapped in a hotel napkin.
‘No way!’ said Krissie.
‘I thought we could partake. Take a bite,’ said Kyle.
‘Do I just eat it raw? What will it do to me?’
‘Give you insights.’
‘Is that all?’
‘Maybe make you horny.’
‘Then it’s not a good idea, is it?’
‘So why did you just take a bite, Krissie?’
CHAPTER TWENTY
I’d done ecstasy in Tenerife, but never ever had I experienced anything quite like those mushrooms. Kyle and I sat on the hill and chewed, and then lay down and waited. We looked into the sky and every now and again said: ‘Nup, nothing. You?’
Looking back now I know we weren’t waiting for the hallucinations, we were waiting for something to open the gates and let us finish what we had already started.
About an hour later, the gates opened. But instead of making us horny, it made us see amazing truths, which flooded the hills and the rocks and our heads.
‘One of us will die first and the other will have to go to the funeral.’
‘Sarah is the most beautiful, giving person I have ever ever known. She looks after me. Looks. After. Me.’
‘Being a doctor sucks.’
‘I love you, Kyle.’
‘I love you, Krissie.’
‘That cloud looks like a giraffe.’
‘Let’s follow it.’
And so for the next hour or so Kyle and I talked absolute shite, stopping occasionally to cry, occasionally to laugh, and eventually staggered into the campsite at about eleven pm. How we actually found our way there I’ll never know.
I was too far gone to erect my tent, so we both crawled in beside Sarah, who was sleeping like a log.
We fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was or even who I was. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Kyle lying next to me, Sarah on the other side. His face was so pretty, and I wanted to cry with love for him. And before I knew it, a desperate need overwhelmed me. I had to have him in my mouth.
I didn’t give myself time to think, and slowly crawled under the covers and kissed him.
I used to have dreams about fellatio. Invariably the dicks were thin and pencil-like and – at least twice – turned to shit in my mouth, which made me wake up dry-retching. I’d thought once that these dreams meant I was a lesbian, but whenever I imagined being with a woman I worried about the logistics, and I decided that maybe the dreams just meant that I didn’t much like giving head.
Nothing could have been further from the truth that night. I could have spent my life down there. And I’ll never forget the best thing about it, which was when Kyle woke with a small moan, lifted up the sleeping bag, and looked down. He locked eyes with me for a split second before he twitched in climax.
After that, Kyle and I lay in the tent and stared at each other, fully awake, all night. We were in love; desperately, passionately in
‘Say “KYLE’S GORGEOUS!”’ Kyle had said as he pointed the camera.
‘Kyle’s gorgeous,’ Krissie said, trying not to mean it.
Another moment involved a steep hill that Krissie climbed ahead of Kyle, knowing full well that her upper thighs and new red knickers would be partly visible under her loose short shorts.
Then there was the tree trunk that crossed the path. ‘Here,’ Kyle had said, extending a hand. Krissie had taken it in hers, jumped down beside him and not let go for the count of three, she reckoned, as she recalled it with pleasure over the next leg of the journey.
These moments were the entree moments that led to the ham roll of lunch. They sat on the top of a small hill and overlooked the grey-brown cragginess of the surrounds. They laboured through the sharedroll, passing it back and forth more often than necessary. They could both hear the inner workings of mouth and throat and neither of them could finish.
‘I’m not hungry,’ Kyle said, as Krissie offered him another bite.
‘Me neither.’
‘How about these?’ Kyle took the magic mushrooms out of his pocket. They were wrapped in a hotel napkin.
‘No way!’ said Krissie.
‘I thought we could partake. Take a bite,’ said Kyle.
‘Do I just eat it raw? What will it do to me?’
‘Give you insights.’
‘Is that all?’
‘Maybe make you horny.’
‘Then it’s not a good idea, is it?’
‘So why did you just take a bite, Krissie?’
CHAPTER TWENTY
I’d done ecstasy in Tenerife, but never ever had I experienced anything quite like those mushrooms. Kyle and I sat on the hill and chewed, and then lay down and waited. We looked into the sky and every now and again said: ‘Nup, nothing. You?’
Looking back now I know we weren’t waiting for the hallucinations, we were waiting for something to open the gates and let us finish what we had already started.
About an hour later, the gates opened. But instead of making us horny, it made us see amazing truths, which flooded the hills and the rocks and our heads.
‘One of us will die first and the other will have to go to the funeral.’
‘Sarah is the most beautiful, giving person I have ever ever known. She looks after me. Looks. After. Me.’
‘Being a doctor sucks.’
‘I love you, Kyle.’
‘I love you, Krissie.’
‘That cloud looks like a giraffe.’
‘Let’s follow it.’
And so for the next hour or so Kyle and I talked absolute shite, stopping occasionally to cry, occasionally to laugh, and eventually staggered into the campsite at about eleven pm. How we actually found our way there I’ll never know.
I was too far gone to erect my tent, so we both crawled in beside Sarah, who was sleeping like a log.
We fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was or even who I was. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Kyle lying next to me, Sarah on the other side. His face was so pretty, and I wanted to cry with love for him. And before I knew it, a desperate need overwhelmed me. I had to have him in my mouth.
I didn’t give myself time to think, and slowly crawled under the covers and kissed him.
I used to have dreams about fellatio. Invariably the dicks were thin and pencil-like and – at least twice – turned to shit in my mouth, which made me wake up dry-retching. I’d thought once that these dreams meant I was a lesbian, but whenever I imagined being with a woman I worried about the logistics, and I decided that maybe the dreams just meant that I didn’t much like giving head.
Nothing could have been further from the truth that night. I could have spent my life down there. And I’ll never forget the best thing about it, which was when Kyle woke with a small moan, lifted up the sleeping bag, and looked down. He locked eyes with me for a split second before he twitched in climax.
After that, Kyle and I lay in the tent and stared at each other, fully awake, all night. We were in love; desperately, passionately in
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