could feel Jackson’s heat through it. And the swirling, sinking, lightening sensation moved through her, about to take over and explode. Was she actually going to have an orgasm without even touching herself? That fucking mushroom.
“Go away,” she said. “Jackson, I’m not letting you in. I’m not feeling well. I feel kind of stoned, or something. ”
She thought about the shower, needing to feel the cold harsh water to get her back to her senses. “I need the shower.”
“Wait, wait,” Jackson said. “Maybe I can help you out another way then. I have a joke about ’shrooms for you.”
“Joke?” Okay, he was trying to piss her off, make her laugh, anything so she’d open the door. “Okay,” she said, lifting her shirt off and slipping out of her skirt. Clothes, man. She hated them. Her skin felt like it was steaming. It longed to be touched.
“So last week, my girlfriend and I decided to make love on magic mushrooms. So we each did a few caps and stalks and it starts hitting us. We begin kissing. She’s like oh my God it’s like firecrackers exploding out of every cell of my body!”
“Where’s this going, Jackson? This is really not helpful . . .” she interrupted, thinking she didn’t really want to hear these words coming out of the mouth of the man she was lusting over. The man she couldn’t have. Forbidden fruit.
“Don’t interrupt me,” he said. “So where was I? Um. Okay. She says ‘Quick, take your pants off I have to have you now!’ So I rip them off. Then she says ‘no, put them back on because—my God—your cock, it’s, you . . . you’ve got a cactus for a cock!’ ” Despite herself, Maeve felt a smile creeping onto her face. She slid down the door and sat on the floor. A cactus cock. Heh.
“I told her she was tripping, baby, it’s the ’shrooms, relax, it’s gonna be great. Trust me. Then when I looked down I was like—oh shit—I do! I’ve got a fucking cactus for a cock. So I tell her look, it’s a rather long and thick cactus—are you sure you won’t reconsider? Are you kidding me, she says, how would we get a condom on that thing?” He laughed.
Maeve tried to stifle a giggle.
“Okay, baby, I understand, but hey, would a blow job be totally outta the question? I hated to ask, but I tell you, Maeve, what a trouper. To this day, she’s still picking needles out from between her teeth. And Maeve, some advice, if you’re ever on mushrooms and need to suck cactus dick, don’t use your hands; it’s too painful. You kinda just have to go at it as if you’re bobbin’ for apples.”
A belly laugh erupted as she fell forward on her knees, and the next thing she knew, Maeve was rolling on the floor in her underwear, laughing uproariously, tears streaming down her face.
“Good night, Maeve,” Jackson said, laughing, and then left her door.
Chapter 20
“A nother root plant that enjoys a high reputation as an aphrodisiac is the root of the ginseng. Native to Asia and North America, Koreans drink it in the form of tea, Chinese chew it raw, and many Europeans, despite its outrageous cost, grind it into powder and put it in stews. Nearly everyone claims that their way is best and all are quite sure ginseng is effective in stimulating men and women to heightened passion. The most unusual recipe for ginseng probably belongs to the Meskwaki Indians of Wisconsin, who chop the root finely and then combine it with rattlesnake meat and gelatin to make a kind of pudding,” Maeve read from a clipping in Chef’s book.
“Great, here we are going to China and the most interesting recipe is back home in the U.S.,” Jackson said, wishing Maeve’s sudden burst of energy would quiet. He was tired. Still not feeling well from his concussion. And he was a bit on edge, afraid to fall asleep during their thirteen-hour journey, afraid of what he might miss, or might wake up to. But he closed his eyes, just so she’d stop talking about the project. The next thing he knew,
“Go away,” she said. “Jackson, I’m not letting you in. I’m not feeling well. I feel kind of stoned, or something. ”
She thought about the shower, needing to feel the cold harsh water to get her back to her senses. “I need the shower.”
“Wait, wait,” Jackson said. “Maybe I can help you out another way then. I have a joke about ’shrooms for you.”
“Joke?” Okay, he was trying to piss her off, make her laugh, anything so she’d open the door. “Okay,” she said, lifting her shirt off and slipping out of her skirt. Clothes, man. She hated them. Her skin felt like it was steaming. It longed to be touched.
“So last week, my girlfriend and I decided to make love on magic mushrooms. So we each did a few caps and stalks and it starts hitting us. We begin kissing. She’s like oh my God it’s like firecrackers exploding out of every cell of my body!”
“Where’s this going, Jackson? This is really not helpful . . .” she interrupted, thinking she didn’t really want to hear these words coming out of the mouth of the man she was lusting over. The man she couldn’t have. Forbidden fruit.
“Don’t interrupt me,” he said. “So where was I? Um. Okay. She says ‘Quick, take your pants off I have to have you now!’ So I rip them off. Then she says ‘no, put them back on because—my God—your cock, it’s, you . . . you’ve got a cactus for a cock!’ ” Despite herself, Maeve felt a smile creeping onto her face. She slid down the door and sat on the floor. A cactus cock. Heh.
“I told her she was tripping, baby, it’s the ’shrooms, relax, it’s gonna be great. Trust me. Then when I looked down I was like—oh shit—I do! I’ve got a fucking cactus for a cock. So I tell her look, it’s a rather long and thick cactus—are you sure you won’t reconsider? Are you kidding me, she says, how would we get a condom on that thing?” He laughed.
Maeve tried to stifle a giggle.
“Okay, baby, I understand, but hey, would a blow job be totally outta the question? I hated to ask, but I tell you, Maeve, what a trouper. To this day, she’s still picking needles out from between her teeth. And Maeve, some advice, if you’re ever on mushrooms and need to suck cactus dick, don’t use your hands; it’s too painful. You kinda just have to go at it as if you’re bobbin’ for apples.”
A belly laugh erupted as she fell forward on her knees, and the next thing she knew, Maeve was rolling on the floor in her underwear, laughing uproariously, tears streaming down her face.
“Good night, Maeve,” Jackson said, laughing, and then left her door.
Chapter 20
“A nother root plant that enjoys a high reputation as an aphrodisiac is the root of the ginseng. Native to Asia and North America, Koreans drink it in the form of tea, Chinese chew it raw, and many Europeans, despite its outrageous cost, grind it into powder and put it in stews. Nearly everyone claims that their way is best and all are quite sure ginseng is effective in stimulating men and women to heightened passion. The most unusual recipe for ginseng probably belongs to the Meskwaki Indians of Wisconsin, who chop the root finely and then combine it with rattlesnake meat and gelatin to make a kind of pudding,” Maeve read from a clipping in Chef’s book.
“Great, here we are going to China and the most interesting recipe is back home in the U.S.,” Jackson said, wishing Maeve’s sudden burst of energy would quiet. He was tired. Still not feeling well from his concussion. And he was a bit on edge, afraid to fall asleep during their thirteen-hour journey, afraid of what he might miss, or might wake up to. But he closed his eyes, just so she’d stop talking about the project. The next thing he knew,
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