From Infinite to Kamikaze: A Novel

FEBRUARY 1999 - EM & LEX

*This chapter will alternate between Em's point of view (Italics) and Lex's point of view (normal font). 

It only took a few more rounds of 21 before I could tell Lex was feelin' it. She started commenting on the sick beat of the music. The same Rakim album we'd rocked to so many other times. It was like her first time hearing it. She was drummin' her fists, noddin' her head, perfectly in sync. I smiled to myself, glad that she was enjoying herself. 

"Water?" she asked, getting up from the bed. "Woah..." 

I got up fast to steady her as she stumbled a little. "You a'ight girl?" I chuckled, trying to keep the situation light-hearted. "Why ain't you say somethin' if you wanted to dance?" I took her hands and started dancin' with her. She giggled and vibed with me until the song ended a minute later. 

She grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and chugged it before handing it to me. "Oh my God," she said with wide eyes, staring at the bottle. "That water tastes like it's from a fuckin' Arctic glacier or some shit!" I laughed and took my turn with the glacier water.

I was shocked when I looked at the clock. It was 1am. We'd taken the tabs more than two hours ago. It felt more like 10 minutes ago. We'd played cards, hunted the hotel for vending machines, failed at breaking into the indoor pool and hot tub area, and listened to music. I had slowly started feeling different. More in tune with my surroundings. Even the air felt different. Clearer. Em knew I was fucked up. I could tell he was feelin' it too. He kept rubbing his chin and slowly licking his lips. It was driving me crazy. As soon as I let myself feel it in my pelvis, it was like a magnet pulling me towards him. He was still sitting on the floor, looking at the CD album cover for the last CD we had listened to, which was Dre's first Chronic album. We were currently listening to a mix I had made and the song that came on just then tantalized every single nerve ending in my body: Aaliyah's At Your Best. 

Her gorgeous voice and the smooth beat made it impossible for me to not be touching this man in front of me. His baby face was still so innocent-looking; those baby blues, the light freckles around his nose that you could only see up close, that dimple that was rare to see but worth the wait; but I knew he was far from that innocence his face could deceptively give off. I knew the things he could do and had done to my body. Things that I knew no one else could ever make me feel. The confliction made my heart flutter and there was no reason to fight it. He was mine. His body, his heart...I felt so incredibly lucky.

I nodded my head lightly to Aaliyah's song. That girl can sing. I was reading over Dre's Chronic album cover, tryin' to see how many names I recognized from the list of producers, vocalists, lyricists, and sound engineers. That's when I felt a volt of electricity sear through my leg and make its way to my dick, making it hard as a fuckin' rock. Lex's hand on my knee, even with the gentlest pressure, was like the warmest, softest, most electrifying touch I had ever felt. She put her other hand on my other knee to double the sensation and slowly rubbed her hands up my thighs to my waist as she straddled me. She pulled up my shirt to feel my bare skin underneath and her eyes closed euphorically. My breathing sped up as I touched her bare thighs. She jumped slightly at my touch but didn't open her eyes. I traveled a little higher to the hem of her dress and pushed it back so that it was above her ass. She was wearing a thong and the smoothness of the satin-y fabric against her skin felt like butter that had been left out at room temperature.