A Shroom with a View

We sat around for a bit, sharing shop talk and swapping tales. There was a knock at the door and Dawn jumped up to answer.

A tall brown-haired man, late 20s, stylish with his hair pulled back in a pony tail stood at the door with another wire basket holding 6 beer bottles. Dawn greeted him with "Hi Andy," and opened the door wider to let him in.

"Andy, you old dog," hollered Eddie, "Get in here!"

Andy came in, went to the kitchen and dropped the basket of beer bottles on the counter, which Dawn began putting in the refrigerator, while Andy came over to me.

"Andy," he said, holding out his hand.

I shook it and introduced myself. "A Yank," he said.

"From Texas," added Dawn. "But he won't tell us who shot J.R." She laughed and Andy turned to me.

"I may have a gig in Texas later this year. Do you know San Antonio?" he asked.

"Quite well," I said. "One of my favorite towns. Great food and plenty to see and do."

"I'm supposed to shoot a music video in someplace called Groene. What's you line?" he asked.

"I'm a scene carp and rigger," I said. "I'm gigging around Europe for a while. Got a 5-week job coming up in Munich starting next week."

Andy explained that he was a cinematographer with a couple of mid-budget credits. In fact, he had been nominated at the Brussels film festival for a mid-budget thriller he's shot last year.

Just then, there was another knock at the door and it opened before Dawn could reach it. A tall, willowy brunette dressed in a brightly colored shirt and tight jean with carefully patterned slits down the legs stepped in, hugged Dawn and greeted the gang.

Dawn pulled her over to me. "This is Rex the Tex," she giggled. "This is Bridget. She's a costumer."

"Hiya, Tex," Bridget said, affecting an exaggerated Texas accent.

She was a statuesque figure - tall and graceful, with long raven black hair and electric blue eyes that glowed with a piercing internal light. She was well tanned, as if just back from San Tropez, and she moved as if made of some fluid, rather than flesh and bone. She took my hand and lingered just long enough to make me worry that Dawn would erupt with jealousy, but instead she smiled brightly at me.

"Today was a terrible day. My wife got hit by a bus, and I lost my job as a bus driver," blurted Big Eddie.

"It's just getting dark. Shall be get on, then?" suggested Andy.

Dawn and Bridget made for the door, Big Eddie gracelessly climbed up off the floor, and Andy turned to me for confirmation.

"Sure, I'm in," I said, having no clear idea what we were going to do, but I certainly had no other offers at the moment.

We filed out the door and down the steps. Dawn locked the door and caught up to us, grabbing my shoulders and jumping on my back. We made our way to the parking lot and a dark blue Morris Minor with what looked like a hand-painted white stripe running from the grill to the rear bumper. Andy unlocked the doors. Bridget climbed first into the back seat, and Dawn forced me in behind her, then she climbed in on my other side. Andy took the wheel and Big Eddie folded himself into the front passenger seat.

The engine fired up and we pulled out and down to the main road. It was just getting dark, so once again, I couldn't see much of my surroundings. Judging by the lights, the town was off to the right, but we turned left and headed away from it. The girls were having an animated conversation across me, while Big Eddie blurted out bad jokes at top decibel, and Andy was asking me about San Antonio - the geography, lighting, colors, landmarks - clearly researching his upcoming shoot.

After a few minutes, Andy pulled to the side of the road. "Here we are," he announced.

"Let's get to it, lads," Eddie bellowed.

We piled out of the car and a stood looking around. We were along side a cow pasture. In the waning light, it appeared about two hectare in a perfect rectangle running off into the distance, and surrounded by a low rock wall.

Andy opened the boot and took out two UV light sticks and offered beer from yet another wire basket. We all took a beer, and Eddie reached in a grabbed several large paper bags before Andy slammed the boot shut.

The girls took one light stick and a bag, and giggling conspiratorially, they were over the wall and swallowed up by the gloom.

"Right, so we're looking for shrooms, mate," hollered Eddie at me. I'll hold the light and you and Andy pick anything that glows and throw it in the bag," he instructed, giving Andy a bag.

We jumped the wall and Eddie switched on the light. In the distance, I could see the other light waving to and fro, with the girls chattering and giggling. We started walking into the pasture and before long, Eddie spotted a cluster of purple glowing mushrooms.

"Grab 'em," he bellowed to me. I reached down to pluck them and quickly discovered they were growing out of fresh cow manure.

I dropped the mushrooms in the bag Eddie was holding out, then felt for a clean patch of grass to wipe my hand.

Go on, then," Eddie shouted laughing. "You're the cowboy. A little cow shit ain't gonna hurt ya!"

This went on for about an hour, with the two groups shouting back and forth as we wandered the pasture. I could hear the girls giggling, at times nearby, then further away. Eddie manned the UV light and bag, while Andy and I collected the glowing buttons, until the bag was nearly overflowing.

"You right, lads?" Bridget called out of the darkness.

"Topped up," replied Eddie. "Let's sail!"

We turned back toward the car and the girls soon met up with us, also with an overflowing bag. The rock wall appeared out of nowhere and we all climbed over. Andy opened the boot and we deposited our treasure and empty beer bottles inside.

When we had all piled in the car, the girls were giggling conspiratorially and both were flirtatious with me. Big Eddie was going on about the fun we were going to have and Andy wanted to make another stop to get more beer.

We pulled up in front of a shop and I offered to chip in on the beer, but Andy wouldn't accept. He went around and got the empties out while Eddie unfolded from his seat and followed Andy inside.

I was chatting with Dawn and Bridget about the effect of mushrooms, but they were more intent on arousing me with strokes and nibbles. I was petrified, unsure of how to react, which seemed to encourage them even more.

Shortly, Andy and Eddie came out carrying three wire baskets of beer. Andy popped the boot and put them in, while Eddie came around and folded himself back into the front seat. I was embarrassed and confused, since the girls were making no secret of their teasing, but Edie and Andy appeared not to notice or care.

We parked and bailed out of the car. I stretched, partly from the cramped seat, and partly hoping my obvious excitement would dissipate a bit.

We headed for Big Eddie's apartment and once inside they set to washing and boiling as many mushrooms as could fit in the pot. I was handed a beer and sat at the serving counter watching the process, while everyone chatted excitedly and Eddie graced us with more of his jokes - that no one acknowledged.

It occurred to me that Sheila was not around, but I didn't breach the topic. Instead, I watched as the mushrooms boiled down to a light brown tea. Dawn strained it into a pitcher, added a packet of drink mix, added a bit of sugar and stirred it thoroughly.

We all then moved to the seating area with the pitcher and glasses. Bridget served up tea for everyone and we all drank, with seconds and thirds until the pitcher was empty. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen, but I sat and chatted and drank my beer. Andy produced a couple of joints, which we passed around. More beer, more chatting, more flirting.

After a short time, I began to notice colors were becoming more vibrant and I had a ticklish sensation in my gut. Even Eddie's jokes were starting to be funny. Before long, we were all laughing at almost anything.

Before I knew what was happening, the girls were openly flirting with me, taking turns sitting on my lap, kissing me and nibbling my ears.

"Watch yerself, lad," bellowed Eddie, "Those two will eat you alive." He guffawed and Andy snorted as he went to the kitchen to fetch another round of beer.

I was seeing blobs of vibrant colors exploding in my vision, and things seemed to move in my peripheral vision, but when I looked there was nothing there. My entire body was tingling, as much from the mushrooms and from the teasing by the girls.

At some point, someone had turned on the stereo and the vaguely Caribbean beats of Ska music were throbbing in my head. I was in sensory overload. Another beer had appeared in front of me and another joint was going around. The colored blobs in my eyes seemed to be dancing to the music and we were all laughing till it hurt.

A song by UB40 came on and the girls suddenly squealed and jumped up. They began performing an erotic dance that had me transfixed. Andy was fully reclined on the sofa watching the show and gripping his beer. Eddie had migrated to the floor, where he lay with his hands behind his head, being unusually quiet and also mesmerized.

"Don't break me 'ouse, you tarts," was all he managed, uncharacteristically muted.

I was slowly sinking into the arm chair in the most tense state of relaxation I had ever felt. The girls became to appear like animations as they danced and swirled. They each grabbed one of my hands and yanked me out of my fantasy and began dancing around me, their hands running all over my body and causing violent spasms of pleasure to take control of me.

I had lost all track of time and had given up trying to read the wall clock. The hands were dancing across the face in time with the music, and I was far to involved with the seduction to care.

Suddenly, the girls grabbed my hands and dragged me toward the door. I looked back, but Eddie and Andy appeared to be asleep or lost in their own reveries.

Outside, the girls pulled me along, half running and giggling all the way to Dawn's apartment. We tripped and danced up the steps and nearly fell in the doorway. Dawn pushed the door shut while Bridget pushed me down on the edge of the bed. The stereo came to life, this time with the Gipsy Kings - sultry Latin sounds that almost forced you to dance.

The girls began twisting and gyrating wildly, stripping each other bare and groping the other's body.

Bridget had a flawless bronze tan with a long, slender body that was toned and fit. Her breasts were pert and crowned with wide, dark red nipples that stood at full attention. Her full hips held up a round and supple ass, and her mound was completely smooth but for a trimmed and shaped strip of dark hair that pointed straight down to her tasty folds.

They grabbed me again, yanked me up and began stripping me bare, as well. They both knelt down and began licking, sucking and nibbling my engorged tool until I exploded across both their faces. They took turns licking each other clean, then stood and pushed me back on the bed. They worked their magic until I stood ready once again, then Bridget straddled my hips, while Dawn straddled my face. They groped and kissed each other while riding me like an unbroken stallion.

We swapped and turned and rolled into a dozen different configurations until they ended up kneeling together on the edge of the bed with their asses high and exposed, while I took turns stabbing one moist and hungry love canal and fingering the other.

We all orgasmed together and collapsed in a panting heap of juices and sweat and the world began to fade into fantastic phantoms and bizarre colors.

We slept.