Robin pt.3

The next I saw Robin was at work. She hadn't told me where she lived, so, that was the only place I was going to find her.
One thing I must point out, from this point on, my times with Robin are going to seem slightly small and insignificant in comparison to other parts of my stories.
Main Reason: My full blown journey into a haze filled life of drugs, alcohol, MORE drugs and drug abuse was beginning. During all my black outs and prayers to the porcelain god, I never forgot her, no matter how fucked up I got.
Anyway, we used to flirt a lot during work and she would stop on occasion for a visit and we would sit and talk and just enjoy each others company. T'was a new experience to me.... and I enjoyed it :)
Actually, one thing I do remember about the non-work hours of the store was standing outside
in the side parking lot, away from the customers, and the entire grocery crew getting FUCKED-UP! before the shift started and, for some, when the shift ended.
This one night in particular, the assistant manager came out with us, scolded us for A- getting ripped on company property and B- not giving him a beer and joint when we saw him coming.
He said if we had done that, he would have been to busy to bitch. I liked him :-D
Anyway, when we would sit there and do whatever it was we were doing, and, on some nights, Robin and I would stand on opposite sides of the group, not speaking to each other, and just stare at each other intently. She had the most wonderful way of staring at you with such an angelic smile and childish look that would make me melt on the spot. She looked at my soul and seemed to look at my future. I was so entranced, I couldn't move. You could have cut me with a chainsaw while I looked at her and I would have never felt it. Her look alone was an out of body experience.
The others eventually would catch on and try to interrupt, as ass wipes do, but, they too, realized it was a futile attempt. We could just sit and stare at each other for hours on end and never say a word and smile little kid smiles and never have to speak.
Some of us had another work tradition; we would finish 3rd shift at 7am, although I worked 2nd shift and was finished by 12:30 am, I would still be there at times.
Actually, it worked like this: I would go to work at 4:30 in the afternoon. When I took by break, I would go home, get high, pick up Tracy and he would drive me back to work ( it was my car) and then come in at 11:30pm. At 12:30am, I would go home....... and get high and drink until 2:30am when I would go back to work, pick him up, go back home, then he would have the car to get home in the morning. Sometimes, I would keep the car and go pick him up. On fridays, payday, I would pick him up at 7am, we would get our checks at work, hit the beer isle and be a 6-pack down(EACH) before we left the parking lot.
Sometimes, the grocery crew, including Robin, would come be there at 7am and we would have a party and be fucked by 8am and leave about noon...... to start the weekend ;-)
I didn't care for sleep back the. Too much stuff to do :-D
Robin said to me one day that she was going to be at a friends house on the east side in an apartment complex near the airport called Greenbriar Estate. Also known as "Uzi Ally".
A fitting name, to be sure.
Anyway, I decided to make a surprise visit. We found the apartment she was at, knocked on the door and, surprisingly enough, was let into an apartment full of women and one guy. Poor man :). The FIRST thing Tracy and I saw was an AB-SO-LUTELY GORGEOUS redhead!
My GOD! Was she beautiful! And she staring right at me! Oh joy!!!! Christmas was early!
Yes, yes! Of course I was there for Robin, BUT, being a 21 year old male partying freak, she would understand. Actually, I played it very cool. I asked about Robin and they said she passed out drunk, head in a bucket, in the bedroom. Damn. Too bad :-D
SO, I looked at this AMAZING goddess and asked her name, She replied "Sarah". She could have been a pornstar, she was that beautiful. The face of an angel, body of a goddess and the aura of pure, enjoyable sin! Oh my goodness!
About the time I start to "spit my game" (sweet talk ;->), someone came out of the back bedroom and said Robin was awake. DAMN! Tracy didn't hesitate to hit me in the chest and push me aside and step into the door I had opened. Prick. YES, he should have been friend enough to let me have both!
So, Robin comes out of the bedroom, walks into the bathroom and comes out the angel I went to meet. We walked into the kitchen and she kissed me and said she could to my house for the night. I was speechless. She was looking at the floor, kind of playing with her hands in a nervous type of way, when I asked her to repeat what she had just said. When she looked up, she had the sweetest, shyest little smile and said once again " I can go stay at your house tonight.... if you want me to". With that look, I knew she she came directly from Gods imagination. There was no "mold" to make her.... she was one of a kind in all eternity. Suddenly, I forgot about Sarah. In fact, I walked out the door and realized, half way down the stairs, I had forgot Tracy! I had to go back to get him because, now, the car was his.
When I went back up stairs, he didn't give a fuck that I had left. He was entranced by Sarah.
Honestly, she could make a gay man whimper. I didn't care. I had my Robin.
Of course, Tracy didn't want to leave. I didn't blame him. Even Robin understood that one.
So, we stuck around a little longer. Tracy and Sarah inside and Robin and I outside. Which, to be honest, wasn't exactly bright on our part. This place was fucked up at the best of time. It was foggy out and cold. Neither one of us cared. We actually stood outside by the car and slow danced, holding each other tightly in the cold. There was no music except for the rhythm
of our breathing and our beating hearts.
Tracy came out, with a smile, and said he was ready. Sarah couldn't come, but, he got her number. He was happy.
When we got to my place, Tracy walked in, then Robin, followed by me. Tracy went upstairs to the bathroom. I was going to turn on the light, but, Robin lit one of my candles instead.
Just one..... :)
That single, tiny flame lit her face and beautiful blond hair and you could see twinkles of the flame in her eyes. She started rolling a joint and was half way through when Tracy came back downstairs and he stopped, right at the bottom of the stairs, right beside me.
We both stood there watching Robin, in silence. When she finished, she looked up, with the eyes of the most innocent soul and she blew her bangs out of her eyes, (you know where you tuck your upper lip and blow up to do this, which was something she always did) and smiled with the innocence of a little child. Tracy and I both were stunned. He looked at me, with a smile, and said "I hate you". She lit the joint, we got high and as soon as it was gone, Tracy didn't say a word, he just went upstairs. What happened next, will stay between here and I, forever.
What I will say is; at that very moment, I knew what the phrase "first time" truly meant.
And it wasn't sexual. It was surreal.