It isn’t often that you meet a stranger that is so familiar to you because you recognize yourself in them. I met Rein Davis via CL, he replied to my ad for a 420 friend. We became immediate friends. Soon after we discovered we were born on the same day and month and it became apparent why I was drawn to him. He was the male version of ME. Rein was free-spirited, nonchalant, quirky, with brilliant ideas and comprehensive views about the world. We didn’t agree on everything but it was really cool to compare our similarities. The way we arrived at conclusions and how we over analyzed everything and underestimated time while procrastinating was identical.
When I met Rein he was preparing to move to Denver. It was the only thing he talked about, moving to Colorado and buying some farmland to grow cannabis. We agreed our relationship would be platonic until one night he came over in pajamas and I was too lazy to get out bed so we sat in my bedroom smoking some newly named strain of kush. I may have told one of my erotic tales and noticed his dick was tenting the sheet of my bed.
“What is this?” I asked him as if he had some other explanation.
He jumped up from the bed and apologized, “you were telling that story, I couldn’t help it, plus you laying right there, and you…” At that moment I pulled down his pajama pants to have a look at his penis. It was standing at attention, the head was like a smooth version of a Darth Vader helmet. My tongue reached out to lick it without asking and soon the entire shaft was in my mouth. He stared down amazed that my lips were wrapped around him, after all this was supposed to remain platonic. He didn’t stop me.
Within minutes we were both completely naked and entangled like golden brown locks of cashmere. Our bodies fit perfectly as if we were made to fit exactly in that way. The energy exchange was overwhelming, it wasn’t just my body exploding with pleasure, it was my soul awakening to question WTF was going on. I could not believe the changes and emotions filtering through me while our bodies converged in sync as if they did not need our full attention. At some point, I felt like I was falling and losing control of myself. There was nothing I could do to fight it nor did I have any urge to. I felt safe and protected in his embrace, enough to remain there most of the night.
After that night it seemed like the time accelerated to the very day he was supposed to drive west to his new life. A week before his departure, Rein’s best friend Kia arranged a going away party for him at Jack Rose in Adams Morgan. At the end of the night, Rein said goodbye to his friends and rode back to Virginia with me. It was the first weekend in April and we talked about attending the Merry Jane festival on 420 in Denver. I already had my plane ticket, ready to spend that day with my twin. He had become such a huge part of my life. Meeting Rein was how I became self-aware. Aware that I was a narcissist. Not in the orange clown man kind of way but in the “erotic interest in oneself” kind of way. It only made sense. He was the actual yin to my yang. It was like we would forever be connected in some cosmic way.
When I arrived in Denver I was sleep deprived and had not had anything to smoke in over 14 days.The moment I sat in the passenger seat of his Acura TXL, Rein handed me a pre-rolled joint with this caramel looking substance swirled around the outside paper. He handed me an energy drink. “It’s going to be a long day, and I don’t want you to crash,” he chuckled enough for his dimples to appear. He was a beautiful man, hairless, with skin like waves of silky sunshine, a chiseled torso, and long ropey locks wrapped in copper. His smile was infectious and often times would lead to uncontrollable laughter. It was refreshing to hear and I missed it. I missed him.
We went to the Merry Jane Festival with blankets and a backpack filled with goodies for the night's festivities. It was Denver on 420 and the festival was a production sponsored by cannabis-centric companies and personalities. When the show started, the Emcee said: “Light that shit up!” and, we did as we were told. Rein gave me one of the pre-rolled joints and he lit one of his own. For the rest of the night, we passed joints between us and shared with people walking by. It was a beautiful event.
The ride home was enjoyed in silence, with the sunroof open and the heated seats on high. It was one of those moments I will never forget riding shotgun; our faces striped by the shadows of the streetlights. It was the first time I felt so free and content. I had no idea if it was because I was high or if the elevation was getting to my head but I felt so happy.
The next morning I woke up to Rein making waffles in old his superhero bathrobe sans underwear. He had a bong in one hand and a spatula in the other. He handed me the bong, “good morning,” he kissed me on the cheek. I took a hit of the bong and Rein handed me a cup of coffee. It was going to be another lovely day.
my heart pumped faster predicting each thrust that would expel me into another realm of narcissism. His left hand slid behind my neck, he jerked my head back exposing the most vulnerable spot on my body. I shuddered in pleasure anticipating the shock of his teeth biting into my neck.
There was no doubt my body wanted all of him, it craved, needed and he had no authority to say no. Yet he teased me by sliding his tongue over my skin just enough to make me grab him.
I laughed out loud realizing how much joy was in that moment, the beauty of our bodies dancing to the light of the flames like some organic tribal beat. My heart smiled in acceptance. I was in love. It meant nothing. It meant the world. It meant my heart was no longer broken; I had nothing else to fear. It meant I was free.
My heart raced because it was complete. It pumped with the newness of first love. I smiled inside, kissing him softly on the cheek as his body stiffened. His embrace tightened, our lips met again and, my legs wrapped around him. His energy splashed through me like a flood of colored water rushing down the street. I was in love with him.
I would not tell him. Not that night. I thought telling him would imply that I wanted him to be accountable for my feelings. When in fact, I did not. I wanted nothing more from him. I did not want those words to confuse our relationship by emotional labels. Why did our experience have to change because of those words? I wanted to love him freely, on my terms, without expectations, unconditionally. I swallowed those words as he clamped down on my neck with one final thrust. I fell outside of myself, as he sucked the breath back into me. His lips pressed against my forehead before he rolled over.
I daydreamed, overwhelmed with the brilliance of my newfound joy. I could not stop smiling at the happiness I held in my heart. He reached out to touch my hand and my entire body melted all over again. He moaned in exhausted pleasure, still sweating and breathing heavily. He mumbled something I did not hear but didn't bother to ask him to repeat.
"I will be back," I said. He did not hear me. “I’m in with love you,” I whispered almost out loud as I walked away.
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