Terminal Seven

Terminal 7 was all wrong. Permanent signs imbedded in concrete indicated the lower path led to "arrivals", but there were large orange cones barring her entry. She doubled back, but still couldn't find any way in.

"Alex is going to suffer something fierce," she mumbled to herself, as she violently pulled into the parking area for the terminal. Accelerating to a somewhat questionable speed, she pulled the handbrake, and skidded into the first empty spot she deemed close enough to the walkway. With the exception of the tires, the Audi had miraculously escaped damage, despite Tiffany's kamikaze driving. Not that she cared. It was Alex's car, and it was his friend. Were he not the one paying rent, she would have simply ignored him when he announced that his mother wanted to see him, and that someone had to pickup Julian.

She proceeded in the general direction of what she assumed to be the arrival portion of the gate, and fiddled with the top button of her blouse. Wet, humid air engulfed her. Cars idling everywhere, diesel exhaust in her face, a bead of sweat on her forehead, and no fucking signage.

Fifteen minutes later she found the place, hidden below a dozen or so overpasses. A kid with bleached blond hair and a tweed Mao hat was propped up between the terminal wall and the curb. He reeked of grain alcohol and nicotine.

She leaned over him and softly purred "wooooooord."

Julian adjusted the brim of his hat and flashed a smile.

"How'd the whole Japan thing go?" she queried.

"Trendy neo-punk bands, lots of t-shirts with Che Guevara, too many high school prostitutes, but not as many as you'd think."

"Neat."

"Where's that lazy bastard boyfriend of yours?" he asked with a grin, as he pushed himself up, and began walking along side her.

"Parents."

"Ahh."

"Free drinks in first class or something?"

"Nah, I was stuck in business, and it was BYO."

Laughing, she said "Jesus kid, we need to get you to an AA meeting, then maybe you can switch to caffeine."

"Are you kidding me? It took me a fucking whole summer to kick my coffee habit, and the headaches from withdrawal nearly pushed me into a morphine habit. I'll pass."

Raising an eyebrow "Dude, you smoke and drink and ingest more drugs than probably anyone I've ever met, and your big concern is a coffee addiction?"

"You gotta pick your battles."

"Suuuuure." She said, still smiling for some reason.

They reached Alex's Audi TT in a few minutes, and Julian threw his weathered satchel into the backseat. Tiffany shoved the machine into reverse and reached about 40 mph in the span of thirty feet.

"Alex is going to kill you."

"He's the one that gave me the keys" she smiled, engaging the parking brake.

"He'll live to regret that."

She glanced over it him and he had that look. The same one he had three years ago at their first dorm meeting, when he had announced he was Julian, and "you don't want to know me." That bleached blond kid from New Orleans, had always had some unexplainable magnetism. He told people he was a spoiled drunk with too much time, too many medications, and too little discipline. No one cared, they still congregated around his room every night. That was freshman year, when he and Alex had been roommates. That was before he dropped out to bum around Europe and Asia. Not that it mattered. Even when he was a freshman, consuming a handle of cheap scotch every day or two, Julian could or write about anything remotely related to history, philosophy, economics, or The Doors, with what scholars here termed accomplishment. Even the professors were impressed when he started throwing out lengthy quotes from Goethe's Faust in German. But now he was different. He had the air a bohemian, a modern Kerouac who's road was composed of an endless string of terminals and trains and subways and coffee shops, and expensive schools.

"So what are you writing a book?" She asked, breaking the silence.

"Not on purpose, if that's what you mean."

"Total lack of ambition. Very Buddhist."

"Indeed" he smiled. "So what are you guys studying these days?"

"Officially I'm a bio major, but I should probably switch to like applied chemistry or something to do with psychotropic drugs. Alex is in cinema. Or studying it, or really just tossing around platitudes and nonsensical comparisons to Russian literature and avant-garde art exhibits."

"Naturally. Did you end up taking the evolutionary bio course?" he asked.

As she recalled, that was the only course Julian had shown any real interest in during his brief stay at the school, a fact demonstrated by his repeated attendance and brief bouts of sobriety.

"Yeah, I took that last semester" she said.

"Did he cite the Canela?"

"Yeah — Bat shit crazy. Serial orgies to obscure paternity."

"And the men hid their glans, and were afraid of having women on top of them, and the women didn't climax" he recalled through his haze.

"Hah, yeah. Actually I think there was one reported orgasm, but they tried to hang the poor foreign bastard that gave it to the girl, claiming he had killed her and brought her back to life again."

"Fierce natives" he said grimly, then broke into a smile.

He passed out shortly thereafter, and she slipped a White Stripes cd into the stereo.

An hour and a half later they pulled into the complex's parking lot. She poked Julian a few times, and managed to stir him from his stupor.

"We're here." She said, softly adding "Finallllllllly."

"Mmmmmm...." He murmured, clutching her arm.

One more swift poke and we was fully awake. He detached his arm from hers and she already missed his warmth. They walked up a flight of stairs and arrived at her campus apartment. Alex was still missing in action, no doubt whoring himself for a car payment. In the enclosed space Julian got a whiff of himself and demanded a shower.

"At the end of the hall." She directed him, moving his leather bag into a far corner of the living room.

She heard the water begin crashing into the tub and saw that Julian hadn't closed the door all the way which was kind of conspicuous. She couldn't really come up with a good estimate of the number women he had slept with in his journeys, but as she glimpsed his lithe body disappear behind the shower doors, she knew it had to be a fair number. He had a careless appeal, not rugged like the rugby guys, more bourgeois, more recklessly affluent. It was the sort of thing that would work on those eastern block girls that she always pictured looking 28 and slutty, taking long drags on cigarettes.

After ten minutes of picturing Hungarian girls with perfect cheek bones and seductive accents, Tiffany kicked back on the couch, and withdrew a joint she had rolled earlier, from the end table. Flicking open a tarnished zippo, she touched the flame to the end of the hand-rolled cigarette and inhaled, gently coaxing the fire to take hold. The hydro filled her lungs with a warm minty feeling. She exhaled, blowing small rings into the air.

"Impressive" said Julian, who now had a white Egyptian cotton towel wrapped around his waist.

"Want some?"

"Why not." He said, sitting down next to her.

They relaxed on the couch and Julian began telling her a story about Europe. It was something about a europass, and sleeping on the train, and waking up in Moldova.

"Henry Miller would have had a hell of time there." He said, adding "Two dollar whores on every corner."

She wanted to ask if he'd slept with any and snake her hand under the towel, wrap her lips around his cock and make him hard. Instead she sat back and listened, half imagining Julian as he had been before he left.

"The best part of Europe is the old cities. When you walk along the Danube in Budapest, you're surrounded by so much history, so much rich context, it actually shapes your thoughts."

His descriptions of Europe and Asia were not unique. He hadn't found much more than he thought he would, although he seemed to be enthusiastic about India. Still she enjoyed basking in his voice and the textures of his words. She almost didn't notice him moving closer. He handed the joint back to her with his left hand and then lazily stroked his leg, causing the towel to part somewhere in the middle of his thigh. She pulled long, and then settled into Julian, resting her head on his bare shoulder.

"Are you happy to be back?" She asked in a soft voice.

Running his hand through her hair, he seemed to think a while.

"I suppose I've had my fill of it."

He began gently stroking her skin, inhaling the scent of her hair deeply.

"I missed you Jules" she said quietly, almost at no one.

She wanted to just stay like that for hours, days maybe. But Alex was going to be back in a while. She wasn't really sure what she should do. So she didn't do anything, except open her mouth a little bit when Julian gently placed his index finger between her lips. She let him in, and he ran his finger over her wet tongue. At first she didn't do anything, but after a few seconds she provided suction and began moving her tongue. She wanted to be closer to him, to envelop his entire body, keeping his warmth entirely to herself. It was difficult to tell where these feelings came from. They had screwed around a few times in freshman year, just like she had with countless others, but he'd made an impression. Now he was back and his confounding existence drew her in. His tongue brought familiar excitement. Tracing circles around ridges of her ear he sighed into her and began gently probing with his tongue. She felt his wet breath and squirmed with pleasure.

The door handle jangled audibly.

Alex was home, hopefully without parents. Julian made no move to relent, going even a little deeper, eliciting a lust filled moan from Tiffany.

A second later she broke away, getting up to unlock the door for Alex, who still hadn't managed to locate his key.

As she opened the door, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His eyes went past her, alighting on the half naked figure of Julian.

"Hey! Jules, what's up kid?" he said with palpable excitement.

Smiling broadly, Julian approached Alex with both arms, and hugged him tightly. "We got a hell of a lot to catch up on old man."

Tiffany sensed genuine affection between the two, and was pleased to see them both so obviously happy.

"We have to celebrate your return Jules, and apparent health." Laughingly adding "It'll be a goddamn miracle if you managed to make it home without any venereal diseases."

"Don't be silly. I spent all my money on strong drink. Nothing left for the ravenous fiends that pass themselves off as hookers."

With that they sat down and began getting reacquainted. Alex had much to say about admittedly little, and Julian remained surprisingly accommodating, listening to Alex intently.

Tiffany moved into the kitchen area, warmed by the good natured atmosphere of the boys. She opened a cabinet and grabbed a couple Ritalin and washed them down with a mouthful of cabernet left over from last night. She informed the boys that she had class and said bye to them both and avoided looking at Julian who still wasn't fully clothed.

Two hours later she returned to the apartment, and found everything in precisely the same place as it was when she left, though now there was a half empty bottle of tequila which sat squarely in the middle of the table, between the raucous boys.

The subject matter had apparently moved on to cinema.

"Nonsense." Said Julian inexplicably. "Have some tequila Tiffany. Your boyfriend is a lunatic."

Alex filled the shot glass in front of him and presented it to her. She accepted and quickly downed it, slamming the glass down on the wooden table to indicate it was time for a refill. Two more shots and she felt like she was starting to catch up.

As she slammed the glass down for a third time Alex grabbed her gleefully and planted her in his lap. She giggled and proceeded to shot number four.

"Quite a girl you got there."

"We'll see" replied Alex. "Hon, what was the best Hitchcock flick?"

"Vertigo"

"Bad girl." He said, smacking her ass playfully as she returned the glass to the table.

"Told ya, Alex."

For whatever reason, Tiffany felt a little weird. Maybe it was just the tequila.

Julian went off on a long monologue about Vertigo and recurrence. It was a strange analysis that for whatever reason reminded her of calculus and Alex seemed to enjoy it, though his hands were actively stroking her stomach. After a minute or two longer it seemed normal. Almost. But then his hands continued underneath her shirt.

"Heyyyy" she said pulling away with a little embarrassment.

"Relax kitten, it's just Jules. He's too drunk to be offended anyway."

"Uhh" she protested feebly, as he brought her back to his lap and Julian resumed his scholarly analysis.

"—It's kind of like Lost Highway. Except Lynch seems to depart a bit more noticeably from classical Hollywood realism, making I suppose, a more postmodern, subjective text. Still—"

Alex's hands rose conspicuously and now cupped her breasts. She sensed something latent in the air, as his friend continued without any particular look of surprise.

The warmth in her stomach and skin felt good. Without much thought she encouraged Alex by grinding her ass up against him slightly. She felt her shirt rise to accommodate his continuing massage, and glanced shyly at Julian.

Her quiescence made him go further. Removing a hand from her right breast, he pushed her shirt up farther, until her nipples emerged in plain view. Julian continued "—the best part is when she's in front of the painting. It's very Escher, the kind of thing that belongs in a Hofstadter book, or with a prominent allusion to Nietzsche. It's all eternal recurrence and shit."

Tiffany remained silent, too embarrassed to say anything, too hot to stop Alex. With her shirt pushed over her breasts she let out a slight moan as Alex's left hand delved into her pants, pushing the snap open. She thought about protesting, but she didn't really feel like doing "coy," and she noticed Julian was staring straight into her eyes with lust.

For just a moment everything seemed to freeze. Though she had fucked uncountable men, she had never done it with more than one guy at once. It didn't intimidate her, but for whatever reason there was still something that stopped her for the moment from being anything other than a passive observer. Alex sensed this and kissed her neck, making her shiver and grind ever so slightly into his lap. Hours later she would remember this tiny movement, and realize it had been the catalyst for everything that came after. This little bit of muscle memory that pushed her ass into Alex was exactly what made him slide his hand into her open pants and begin massaging her clit and then push her distressed jeans down further until they were around her ankles and she felt closer and closer to Julian which made her heart beat faster and body writhe.

her back into a standing position, placed his hands on either side of her waist, and at once guided her jeans and underwear to her ankles. Though the whole thing was rather obvious at this point, she still had a quizzical expression on her face. He pushed her forward, so that her ass was leaning towards him. His tongue emerged and began traipsing across her outer labia.

Julian looked at her and grinned, then in one movement got up and removed the white towel from his waist. Wrapping his hand around the base of his semi erect cock, he thrust it in her general direction. She wasn't used to this situation. It was like some kind of bizarre sixty nine, with one inexplicable extra body. She was past embarrassment or even morality though, and opened her mouth willingly, taking in Julian's rapidly hardening member. A little too much enthusiasm on her part brought about an audible choke, eliciting a chuckle from Alex.

He continued to ravish her labia and clit, each flick of the tongue bringing about a noticeable thrust from Tiffany. Her mouth was wrapped around Julian, producing loud messy slurping sounds that coincided nicely with each of her pelvic thrusts. A rhythm built up, and for a moment, the three were utterly consumed in each other.

After a few minutes, Alex's tongue vanished. A moment later she felt the head of his cock gently nudge between her inner labia. Soon she was railroading the boys, with Alex largely controlling the pace. Each thrust pushed her Julian's cock past her mouth, into her throat. For whatever reason, the sound of her gasps seemed to fuel Alex even more, who seemed to be constantly increasing his pace. Soon Tiffany was timing her breath like an Olympic swimmer, deftly fellating the sizeable cock in her face.

Moments later she pushed Julian out and drained the nearby shot glass. After gulping the tequila, her left hand led Julian back inside her, licking his glans actively while it slipped between her lips.

Incredible heat traced a route down her throat, then seemed to pronounce itself in her vagina as Alex thrust savagely inside her. As Alex's thrusts continued to push her onto Julian's cock, he nonchalantly replaced the shot glasses on the table and began refilling them, carefully bracing himself against each tremor.

With a nod Alex pulled out and spun Tiffany around to face him. She was less thrilled about the taste that would more than likely accompany his dick, but she was far too heated to object as the two reversed the sequence.

Julian felt a bit different inside her. He was somehow less sharp, though still very pronounced. Alex was none to aggressive, and allowed Julian's pace to control Tiffany's mouth. It was slow but demanding, with no moment of rest in sight. Eventually Tiffany had come to the point where each thrust had her completely deepthroating Alex, a rather impressive achievement. .

A hand came down hard on her ass. A loud smack sounded with each thrust. She could feel the skin on her buttocks growing warm and red. She pushed back hard, feeling Julian's hand underneath her stimulating her with each movement. This kind of fullness was utterly foreign to her. She heard Alex groan each time he made his way back into her throat. She felt a hard smack on her ass, and her a finger massaging her clit. Within a few minutes she was climaxing all over, muscles contracting fiendishly, like some kind of fucked up epileptic fit. The guys seemed to sense this and laughed a bit.

The railroading continued for a while longer until Alex signaled he was good to go. They both pulled out and pushed Tiffany onto her knees. She had watched pornography, but had never done much in that vein. She went with the flow, which seemed readily apparent as their hands seemed to secure her firmly between the two. They stroked themselves in front of her, both glistening with her vaginal secretions and saliva. Alex erupted first, she closed her eyes and the first contraction spilled cum on her upper lip. The next contraction left a string across the bridge of her nose, and then a third and fourth contraction poured the remainder across her left cheek. Alex aimed himself between her lips and pushed. She opened her mouth to accept him, tasting the remnants of saltiness. Julian gave a low guttural noise and began to discharge himself on Tiffany. Caught off guard, the first portion of his load managed to get into her right eye. She instinctively grimaced, but he kept coming. Julian's aim was apparently a bit higher as it next hit her upper brow, then forehead, finally shooting a long streak into her silky black hair. The boys urged her along and she continued to fellate them until they grew weary of the process.

Someone tossed her a paper towel and she wiped the majority of the semen off of her face. She sighed audibly, and then the three laughed.