The next night, I met Jessica at her favorite pupu bar. We’d met there several times before to snack and chat. This time I ordered myself a beer and Jessica seemed to approve. We each had a couple of beers and went back to her place. With only a few beers in me, and a good DXM buzz going, I felt great...in control...powerful even. Unfortunately, when we got back to Jessica’s place, I found the combination of alcohol with DXM had destroyed my ability to get hard.
We'd continue to see each other for a while longer, but that was the last night I'd spend with Jessica.
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My drinking increased as my DXM use decreased. I continued to drink cough syrup in the mornings; it seemed to ease my hangovers. It also reduced my tolerance to alcohol, so I would drink less most nights. I mostly drank at home, where it was safe, and watched porn.
My cough syrup habit was getting expensive and I started to really look at the labels for DXM content and compare brands by potency and price. I also looked for brands that didn’t taste so godawful as your regular Robitussin. I was getting practice managing my dosages so that I could function, yet always had a good feeling going on.
I was especially pleased with how well I was able to manage my drinking. My obsession to drink wasn’t quite so strong since I was able to manage my steady DXM buzz. I felt generally less inhibited and found myself able to flirt naturally with women in normal daily situations. When I did drink, I didn’t feel the need to drink so much.
Feeling cocky, I left work a bit early one Friday afternoon. I stopped at Longs Drug to buy some more cough syrup and I sucked down about half of the eight ounce bottle. Then I parked near the Waikiki Shell and changed into the shorts and t-shirt I kept in my car. I cruised Waikiki beach and Kalakaua Avenue, chatting up tourists and soaking in the sun.
Eventually, I met a pretty Japanese girl who spoke decent English. Yuki was taking a picture of the Duke Kahanamoku statue and I offered to take it for her so she could be in the shot. We stood there talking and smiling for a bit. Finally, inspired by the statue of the famous Olympic athlete and Waikiki beachboy, I suggested we go over to Dukes Canoe Club for a beer and a bite to eat.
From our table on the lanai, we could watch the thousands of tourists and locals on the beach and in the water. Beginning surfers flailed around the inside breaks, while those who knew what they were doing (and maybe a few that didn’t) were way outside enjoying the big waves of another summer swell. Canoes full of tourists caught waves dangerously close to the surfers and older Hawaiian men paddled around on their surfboards, standing up with paddles.
It seems that if you ask a single Japanese woman what she does for a living, she will almost always say: “Office worker”. If you ask her what she likes to do, she will say: “Shopping” Yuki was no exception. She and her friends had spent a week here in Hawaii and had spent very little time on the beach. Her paper white skin was undamaged by the sun.
It turned out that this was Yuki’s last day in Hawaii. She would be leaving early the next morning with her friends. But Yuki had visited several times before and intended to come back soon, maybe next winter. She told me that she would like to come here to go to school, but she couldn’t afford it.
“What would you study?”
“English” Her “l” contained only the slightest hint of an “r”.
“But your, English is so good. Why do you need to go to school?”
“Student visa... But school is very expensive and I have to work.”
She explained to me that many Japanese women liked to come to Hawaii, maybe meet an American man. On a student visa they can stay longer. If their family has money they can do this, but her family was not rich, so she can only afford to come for a week or two at a time.
It was a shame she had to go so soon after we just met. We’d shared a plate of seared ahi; she had a beer and I had two. The conversation wasn’t deep; it was that sort of just getting to know each other when we’re from totally different cultures sort of conversation. But there was a lot of stuff in the eyes, in the smiles. We sat close and touched innocently many times.
I wanted to spend more time with her that evening, but she said she couldn’t. She had plans to meet her friends. Maybe after? No, they needed to leave very early in the morning. We exchanged emails and parted outside her hotel.
The sun was low as I walked up Kalakaua, back towards my car. Now my senses seemed elevated. I stopped to take in the the extra-vibrant colors of the setting sun. The DXM seemed to have kicked up a notch, and so had something else. That feeling I had the other night with Jessica had returned, the feeling of power and control had returned...and so had my erection. I was looking at the sunset, thinking nothing sexual. As always there were girls in bikinis around, but I was only focused on the sky and my power. I’d been aroused earlier with Yuki, but not like this.
I stood behind a park bench to conceal my hard-on until the sun finished setting. As the sun finally vanished beneath the horizon, the blood began to leave my dick and flow normally once again. I’d had the sensation that while I watched the sunset, I was somehow fused with the universe. Fused with all creation, and infused with some sort of spiritual energy, energy that caused blood to rush into my penis. And now I felt more powerful than ever. I could have any woman on this beach. I could do anything. I could be anything, and I would. I knew at this point I was destined for greatness. So I decided to hit the strip-clubs to celebrate.
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