Naked Tao (5 page)

“We the people…” United States Constitution

Ch’ing was eccentric. We wanted it to be just another oddity in the world of Ch’ing, but our guts weren’t buying this superficial explanation. We knew deep down that something very bad had happened to him, and we needed to help him. 

Even though we had known him most of our lives, in many respects Ch’ing was still a mystery to us. Other than the monastery in Tibet, he never spoke of a place you’d call home. He had appeared out of nowhere, and didn’t seem to have any family that we knew of. Nor did he ever mention other people, let alone, any enemies. We couldn’t think of anyone else we could call who might know where he could be, other than our fellow students. Our plan was to begin with them. It seemed pretty lame and I was not feeling very optimistic. 

A knock at the door interrupted our brilliant strategy session. It was a woman with the most beautiful chocolate complexion I had ever seen. She nodded in my direction and politely asked Eric if she could have a minute of his time. 

“There’s a single guy out by the pool who is creeping all the girls out,” she said. “He’s getting drunk and grabby. Do you mind saying something to him?” 

Eric sighed. “There’s one at every party,” he said. “The first rule of this lifestyle is to assume nothing and ask before you touch. I’m sorry Ebonie. I’ll take care of it right now.” 

I followed them out back, but wasn’t interested in Mr. Grabby. I knew Eric could handle him and I wanted to find Ginny. As far as I was concerned, there had been enough loss for the day. It was time to leave this crazy party, but I wanted to talk to her first. I even hoped we might schedule a date to see each other again. Or even better, maybe we could go somewhere quiet now…somewhere normal, where we could talk. 

Ginny was nowhere in sight. Hoping I missed something, I searched a second time. She wasn’t in the hot tub, pool, or any of the groups of people engaged in various sexual acts, so I headed back inside. 

I found Kinsey standing outside of the office talking to Eric in hushed tones, but she stopped abruptly when I approached them.  It felt like I was intruding, but the sense of urgency was growing. Trying to keep the concern out of my voice I asked if they had seen Ginny. 

Looking distracted, Kinsey answered, “I came inside to use the bathroom and left her near the hot tub with Billboard.” 

I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, so I asked, “Is Billboard a surfer dude with blond hair and blue eyes?” 

Kinsey shook her head. “No, he’s the most gorgeous hunk of Jamaican chocolate I’ve ever seen,” she said. 

“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why Billboard?” 

She spread her hands wide.  “That’s what he calls his penis,” she answered with a smile. “The man is blessed. He enjoys telling everyone that all eyes are drawn to it, like a billboard. He’s right you know. No one can keep their eyes off it.” 

I tried to bite back the first thought that came to mind, but it squirted through clinched teeth anyway, “Billboard my ass.” 

Kinsey studied my face.  I did not like the knowing look in her eyes and tried to deflect it. “Well she’s not out there now,” I said. “Last I saw of her, she was flirting with some surfer dude.” 

“Try the play room,” she said. 

She must have read my confused expression and nodded toward the basement door. It had a small sign on it that read, “Play Room”.  Eric and Kinsey didn’t have any kids, so the sign puzzled me. 

“Go ahead,” said a grinning Kinsey. “They won’t bite you, unless you want them to.” 

Eric’s basement is set up for entertainment. We usually watch football games on his 60’ LED above the fireplace, shoot pool, or just relax over a couple of beers. At the moment, it sounded like someone was watching porn with the volume cranked way up. 

I did not have a good feeling about this.  My apprehension grew with each step, so I took my time with them. The closer I got to the bottom, the less I wanted to see the play room. I realized the sounds were live and I had seen enough live porn for one evening. If it wasn’t for the compelling need to speak with Ginny, I would have just turned around. At the bottom of the stairwell, I ran right smack into the middle of an orgy. 

People were having sex everywhere, even on the pool table. A short muscular guy had a tall brunette bent over the regulation size table. Seriously…I bend over that table to line up my shots! A pretty blond was standing behind the bar dressed in nothing but a black bow tie. She was pouring a blender concoction into hurricane glasses and serving a sexy couple sitting on the bar stools across from her. There wasn’t a stitch of fabric between their backsides and the hardwood. Again, I sit on those bar stools all the time. 

At the center of a group of giggling women, was a short round man with red and gold monk’s robes hiked to his chin. My mind grappled with the incongruity. Tibetan monks are supposed to be spiritual…above base sexual desire. This man was obviously immersed in it, and judging by Jessica Rabbit’s toe curling orgasm, quite well schooled at it too. 

The rest of the eager girls were vying for his attention, and he sure looked like he had the stamina to satisfy each and every one, all the while laughing deep from his belly like Santa Claus. It was perhaps the weirdest thing I’d seen so far at the weirdest party I’d ever been to. 

I surveyed the room for Ginny, but she was nowhere in sight. It was both a relief and troubling. Where was she? There was nothing for me in the play room, so I turned to leave and was startled to see Kinsey standing behind me. 

I couldn’t face her knowing she was into this bizarre lifestyle. I tried to look away, but she held my eyes and asked, “Are you okay, Grant?” 

My life had become a train wreck and she wanted to know if I was okay. I didn’t know where to begin, and I didn’t want to burden her with it. She was a friend, but my day had been filled with massive betrayal and loss. Conflicted, I settled on a shrug. The look of concern on Kinsey’s face deepened. 

“Has something happened, Grant?” she asked. 

She never cared much for Cynthia, so I decided the easiest place to begin was the divorce.  What spilled out surprised even me. I don’t know if it was the crazy day I was having, or if it was the open-minded atmosphere of the party, but I confided things to Kinsey about my marriage that I had never admitted to anyone, including myself.

I told her about everything, including our horrible sex life.  Cynthia was free spirited in the bedroom. I was much less adventurous. We were never sexually compatible and it led to a lot of fighting. 

When I finally finished talking, I looked at Kinsey expectantly. She was inscrutable. I wasn’t exactly sure what I expected. I hoped she would give me a feminine point of view about my crappy marriage that would somehow make sense of it. 

“Why are you spending so much time looking for Ginny?” asked Kinsey. 

Her question was unexpected and had the odd effect of increasing my discomfort. She took my arm and said gently, “I’ve never seen you wound so tight over a girl before. Then again, there have only been two. Come with me, Grant. Let’s get you something to eat and talk.” 

Kinsey meant well, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was running out of time. I needed to find Ginny before it was too late. My stomach rumbled in response to the thought of food, but I didn’t want to eat. In fact, I don’t think I could have eaten a bite. 

Instead, I wanted to search the house until I found Ginny, and then escape this insane party before it was too late. As a cover, I did what I always do when I want to avoid an unwanted invitation and told her I needed to use the bathroom first. 

I walked past the powder room and headed to the living room where I heard some chick moaning like a porn star. The first thing I saw were locks of wavy dark hair hanging over the back of a chair.  My breath caught in my throat, because it sure looked like Ginny. I did not want to see that. 

The chick’s moans deepened, a little too deep, in fact. Something was off.  I looked closer and was shocked. The chick was a dude! It wasn’t Ginny after all. 

It was definitely time to go, but where was she? The only place left to search was the upstairs bedrooms.  As I climbed the stairs I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see a petite Asian girl with no breasts to speak of. It could have been a guy’s chest. 

“Nice ass,” she said. 

Her long black hair was pulled to each side into dueling pony tails, as if she was trying to accent her already youthful appearance. Although she was completely nude at the moment, I figured she probably came to the party wearing a school girl costume. 

“Uh…thanks,” I responded. 

She openly stared at the bulge in my pants. 

“You’re not even hard and you’re still huge,” she said. Glancing at an open bedroom door she added, “Let’s step in here and I’ll help you with that.” 

“Geez, she thinks I came up here for sex”, I thought to myself. 

“Actually, I’m looking for a friend,” I said. 

Smiling sweetly, Schoolgirl ran her finger tips along the front of my pants and said, “I want to be your friend.” 

Her touch felt good and I felt myself instantly get hard, but all I could think about was finding Ginny and getting her out of this place. 

“Let’s do a threesome,” she said. “Where’s that hot girl you were with?” 

Schoolgirl’s question broke the spell and the sense of urgency returned with a vengeance. 

I pulled away from her touch and said, “I’m flattered, but I need to find her. Have you seen her?” 

She frowned as she dropped her hand. “I saw her talking to a gorgeous Latino earlier,” she answered. 

“Where?” I demanded. 

She stiffened. “Out back,” she said. 

I pressed her for more details, “When?” 

“Geez…the questions,” she said. “Are you some kind of lawyer or something?” 

In a gentler voice I said, “I apologize, but it’s important.” 

“Less than a half an hour ago,” she said.  “Is that who you were looking for outside?” 

“Yes,” I answered.” Did you see her leave?” 

She shook her head. “No. One minute they were there and the next gone. I figured they came inside to play. Your wife is quite the player and I would love to play with you guys.” 

Her statements confused me. Why did she think we were married, and if I were married, why would I want to include her? I wasn’t sure what to make of it.  I must have had an odd look on my face, because she added, “This isn’t the place to be jealous. Love and sex are two different things, you know.” 

Jealous…I’ve never been jealous in my life.  I was just trying to…protect her. 

Her eyes softened a bit. “I saw how you looked at her,” she said. “I wish someone would look at me like that. Did you look in the playroom?” 

“This is the only place I haven’t looked,” I mumbled. 

“Well, let’s look together,” she said. 

Schoolgirl took my hand and led me to the first door. I peeked inside and was relieved to find it was empty. We moved to the next room, but the door was closed. As I reached for the door knob she said, “You can’t do that if the door is closed.” 

I shrugged and opened it anyway. The double bed was crowded.  The room smelled of sweat and sex. There was a lot of moaning and grunting to match the smells. A dark haired man smiled and waved us in. 

Schoolgirl flitted into the room and chirped, “Finally, someone who understands why we’re here.” 

I shook my head, closed the door and headed to the next room where I found two chicks enjoying the pleasures of oral sex. One of them was Mrs. Hairless. I guess she was turned on. Her nipples were at least twice the size they were earlier. They didn’t look up and I quietly closed the door. There was just one bedroom left and it was locked from the inside. I had searched every inch of the house except for this room. Ginny had to be inside. 

I hadn’t thought about what I was going to say or do when I found her. I certainly didn’t expect to find her locked in a bedroom. This was none of my business. I was about to walk away when I heard a slap followed by a shriek. Without thinking I kicked the door in and rushed inside. 

I might have shouted something like, “Get your hands off of her you son of a bitch.” 

Sitting on the end of the bed was Mr. Hairless with some guy lying across his lap. His hand was frozen in the air, ready to deliver another slap. 

Mr. Hairless giggled. “Ah, honey it’s okay. Do you want a turn at it?” 

“Where’s Ginny?” I mumbled. 

I felt a friendly hand on my shoulder and turned to see Eric. “She’s not in here. Come with me Grant. There’s something we need to talk about.” 

The reality began to set in. Ginny was no longer at the party. She must have left with Billboard, Gorgeous Latino, or Pony Tail. Who knows… maybe she had hooked up with all of them.  She must be just like my wife. I obviously didn’t know her at all. 

I shook my head in hopes the incongruent pieces would suddenly fall into place and make sense of it all. I thought about the awkward teenage Plain-Jane Ginny had been. What happened to her…how did she change so much?