his first introduction to strobelights
was in a church basement Woudathought The First Presbyterian Church across the
street from his junior high
there was an evening function at school
he attendedwalked to it as he did every weekday as he had walked to elementary school beyond and
later to the high school twice again as far from home as the junior high
those
on top of his morning paper route had him walking as a kid plenty which is how he learned to read assigned
pieces while walking and not fall on his face
something he still enjoys Hey! You’re the reading man
what attracted him as he walked
home was muted rocknroll music emanating from the church
he walked into the naveblew his
parents away when he also nonchalantly referred to it as the narthex late that
night when he arrived at home to their upset because he was out after city curfew
hed
been reading Architectural Digests that a neighbor across the street who was an
architect shared with him
there was no one upstairs to bar him from entering so he continued to follow the music
he descended a wide staircase which allowed traffic up and down simultaneously
at the foot of the strps he
entered a large foyer which provided access to bathrooms left and
right Men and Women
before him was a closed doubledoor
the music came from behind it
he pulled on one door and wandered
in
he wasnt stopped by adults
who moved alertly through the room
entering he found himself at the
rear of a large gathering of kids who were talking in small clusters or on the
linoleum floor dancing to rocknroll
Crazy
at the front of the room on a
fixed stage a man was playing 45s and LPs on a phonograph the music was amplified by a PA system
Groovy
he didnt recognise a soul
hed never been in the church before although walking past it he appreciated its soaring structure like a rocketship waiting to launch
bundled at the back of the room
were overstuffed chairs folding chairs cardtables and in the corner furthurest from the doors on
a raised carpeted dais were huge pillows and fantasticoloured beanbag chairs
nestled among them was a high school
girl who wore a Playboy rabbithead logo on her white neckhigh sweater
In a Gadda Da Vita by Iron
Butterfly began
the lights went
downthe kids ooohed black lights went up then strobes affixed to tops of extended
tripods began fluttering psychedelic
it was hard to walk in the sputtering
light and dark
he made his way to the pillows
stacked in front of the seatedwrithing high school girl in the intermittent splashes he saw her eyes
were closed
she was groovin
he couldnt take
his eyes off her bunny or her breasts swaying inside her sweaterhe was
mesmerisedfelt high when he finally got
high years later he remembered this episodethis girl he was not disappointed
when the drum solo beganher eyes
still closed she moved like an African snake a mumba swaying jiggling tempting
he didnt resist temptation
slowly on his knees facing her he reached out and put the fingers of his
right hand under her moving breast he could
feel heat and its weight through her sweater on his fingertipsshe did not
resist she did not open her eyes he took her other breast his left she continued gyrating she did not open her eyes he squeezed her breaststhe blacklighted
sweaterhis flickering shadow playing on her he squeezed her breasts again and again
after several moments passed he looked up into
in her attractive passive face
High.
she slurredshe
smileshe bitnibbled at her lower lip
Hi he mumbled
she did not pull away she closed her eyes again he continued fondling her
when Butterfly ended the strobes
ceasedthe blacklights went offthe ceilinglighting came up the dreamit had to be a dream cleared her
throat You
should stop.
Yes
releasing
her breasts she leaned forward and gently stroked his cheek with the backs of
her fingers I have to go.
I
aint goin anywhere
she looked down at his hard-on she giggled
No. I imagine
not. Have a God-blessed night. Good night.
he croaked Good night
she stepped down from the pillowsthe
dais crossed the back of the room and out the doors he entered through
JesusChrist
he returned on successive Friday
nights three Fridays later there was
another dance she wasnt there three Fridays later another dance she wasnt there
then the dances ceasedhe never saw her again
later he was sure to ask
other girls he met if they were Presbyterians crazy
Presbyterians
2159, Monday,
4 1. 21
1408, Thursday,
7 1. 21
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