Strange Taste - 2. Lindsey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Alyn met Georgie at a drunken soiree in Reigate.

July 1972:

Alyn met Georgie at a drunken soiree in Reigate. Lindsey had invited him to her house party on the last day of school. He had thanked her for the invitation but, since he visited his mother in hospital on Friday nights, he told her he probably wouldn’t make it. Lindsey understood, about his mother, and hoped she felt better soon, even though she knew that she never would.

Alyn arrived at the end-of-terrace house dressed in a smooth velvet navy jacket, shirt, and cords carrying a bottle of Malibu. The stained-glass front door was open, the opening riff of Schools Out could be heard in the street. He checked on the house next door. Its curtains were drawn. The lights were out.

When he went inside, Alyn found himself in a small hallway with a door on the left, stairs on the right, and a narrow corridor. The atmosphere was thick with smoke. He choked on the acrid fumes: cigarettes mixed with a rich aroma of cigars, burning josticks, candles, other, unfamiliar, smells. There were couples sitting huddled on the Indian rug, sprawled across the stairs: drinking, smoking, talking, kissing, and embracing. Careful not to tread on them, Alyn entered the living room to find a party in full swing. The place was heaving with strangers, lovers, their arms wrapped round each other’s necks, pretending to slow-dance.

Lindsey stood at the heart of the throng, swaying her child-bearing hips to the music. She twisted her head to the left, noticing him standing in the doorway. Alyn assessed her. She was short and stocky with parted wavy brown hair, blushing cheeks, and a bronze suntan. Finding her extremely sexually attractive, he moved closer to her.

The lights went out. She went into a dancing fit. Her breasts flopped out of her flimsy summer dress. She made no attempt to cover herself. Alyn would never forget the wild, glazed, drug-crazed look in her eyes. Lindsey was high, flailing her arms about clumsily in front of him. Other dancers formed a protective ring around her. Intrigued, fascinated, by her distorted state of mind, her distending body, he joined them, keeping an ever-watchful eye on her. She implored him, stoned out of her tiny mind, as if seeking his permission to continue,

‘Shall I?’ she said.

‘If you want to, Lindsey.’

He watched her, beguiled, as she pulled off her dress. She whirled like a spinning, drunken dervish, colliding into her friends. They pushed her and shoved her, egging her on, roaring their approval. Lindsey slumped against him. He felt her soft, supple body, her squashy breasts, press against his chest. She was sweating, clearly distressed. He held her tight, then he freed her to dance. The rock anthem reached a crescendo. All her inhibitions lost, Lindsey peeled down her panties and danced, naked, for her appreciative audience, who joined in, tearing at each other’s clothing in an orgy of unspent lust.

Somebody changed the record. The music slowed to Without You, and Alyn left the room. 


Submitted: December 29, 2020

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