up
compact and sat it on the coffee table. “It’ll hit you faster if you snort it,”
she informed me. I sank down off the couch and kneeled next to her while she
crushed the pill with a lighter. She scraped it into a line with her driver’s
license and handed me a ten-dollar bill. I rolled it into a tight tube and
sucked the blue powder up my nose. It made my eyes water.
“She’s
gonna be too fucked up now, Claire,” Cash scolded.
“No
I’m not,” I replied. I closed my eyes and felt myself get lighter as the drug
passed the blood brain barrier, taking all the weight off my limbs and melting
away all of my tension and apprehensions.
“She’ll
be fine,” she assured him. Claire pushed the coffee table out of the way and
climbed into my lap. She smelled like Coach Signature, botanical shampoo, and
cigarette smoke. I reached out and touched a strand of her hair, twirling it in
my fingers. Pinned under her, with Xanax and Jack Daniels polluting the ocean
of my thoughts, I didn’t want to murder her. The touch of her fingertips on my
skin sent pulses through me.
“Do
you feel good?” she asked breathily in my ear. I felt amazing. Like nothing was
wrong in the world.
“Yeah,”
was all I managed to reply. Claire kissed me. It wasn’t full of hunger like
Cash’s kiss. It was soft and sweet and tasted like apricot. Nothing breaks the
ice and helps you release your inhibitions like high quality pharmaceuticals.
Claire broke our embrace to beckon Cash to join us on the floor.
“Not
yet,” he said, “I want to watch for a while.” My ass was going numb sitting on
this hardwood.
“Let
me get back up on the couch,” I said to Claire.
“Why
don’t we just move it into the bedroom if you guys are gonna dive right in,”
Cash said.
“That
sounds like an excellent idea. Are you ready?” Claire asked, holding my face to
make me look into her eyes. She had piercing blue eyes, like a frozen lake. I
nodded in agreement. Suddenly I was very ready, I was curious how her soft
tongue would feel on other parts of my body. I had never been good at eye
contact; I looked down at her lips to break our stare, and she took this as an
invitation to kiss me again. She nudged her tongue between my lips and ran it
across my teeth.
“Let’s
go,” Cash urged.
Claire
jumped up and extended her hand. She helped me up and started leading me down
the hall. She turned towards Cash’s bedroom.
“Other
way, sweetheart. We’re not going to my bed,” he said.
“Why?
Your room has better lighting and we’re not all gonna fit on the queen, we need
your king size,” she whined.
“I
don’t want to do it in my room. What if we need s upplies? ” he teased.
“Then
you can be a good little errand boy and go fetch them. That bed is too small,”
she insisted.
“I
said no, Claire,” he contended.
“Well,
you’re not the boss right now. Take it out on me in our next session if you
need to, but it’s stupid to use that room when there is a perfectly good king
size bed in your room. What difference does it make?” she scoffed.Cash looked at me for back up.
“I
really don’t care. About anything. All my fucks flew away and are scattered
into the wind,” I slurred, “it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a piece of
furniture.”
“Fine,
go,” Cash said, irritated. Claire stuck out her tongue and continued to his
bedroom. Cash sat in the chair in the corner of his room and cracked the lid on
a new fifth of whiskey. “Please, continue,” he said, taking a swig. Claire pulled me into bed. She straddled
me and pulled her shirt over her head, making her blonde curls cascade down her
back as they bounced free from the neck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She tugged
at the bottom of my shirt, prompting me to sit up so she could remove it. I
unhooked my bra and flung it aside. She put her mouth to my nipple, lightly
flicking it with her tongue. She slid down my legs and pulled off my leggings,
taking my underwear
compact and sat it on the coffee table. “It’ll hit you faster if you snort it,”
she informed me. I sank down off the couch and kneeled next to her while she
crushed the pill with a lighter. She scraped it into a line with her driver’s
license and handed me a ten-dollar bill. I rolled it into a tight tube and
sucked the blue powder up my nose. It made my eyes water.
“She’s
gonna be too fucked up now, Claire,” Cash scolded.
“No
I’m not,” I replied. I closed my eyes and felt myself get lighter as the drug
passed the blood brain barrier, taking all the weight off my limbs and melting
away all of my tension and apprehensions.
“She’ll
be fine,” she assured him. Claire pushed the coffee table out of the way and
climbed into my lap. She smelled like Coach Signature, botanical shampoo, and
cigarette smoke. I reached out and touched a strand of her hair, twirling it in
my fingers. Pinned under her, with Xanax and Jack Daniels polluting the ocean
of my thoughts, I didn’t want to murder her. The touch of her fingertips on my
skin sent pulses through me.
“Do
you feel good?” she asked breathily in my ear. I felt amazing. Like nothing was
wrong in the world.
“Yeah,”
was all I managed to reply. Claire kissed me. It wasn’t full of hunger like
Cash’s kiss. It was soft and sweet and tasted like apricot. Nothing breaks the
ice and helps you release your inhibitions like high quality pharmaceuticals.
Claire broke our embrace to beckon Cash to join us on the floor.
“Not
yet,” he said, “I want to watch for a while.” My ass was going numb sitting on
this hardwood.
“Let
me get back up on the couch,” I said to Claire.
“Why
don’t we just move it into the bedroom if you guys are gonna dive right in,”
Cash said.
“That
sounds like an excellent idea. Are you ready?” Claire asked, holding my face to
make me look into her eyes. She had piercing blue eyes, like a frozen lake. I
nodded in agreement. Suddenly I was very ready, I was curious how her soft
tongue would feel on other parts of my body. I had never been good at eye
contact; I looked down at her lips to break our stare, and she took this as an
invitation to kiss me again. She nudged her tongue between my lips and ran it
across my teeth.
“Let’s
go,” Cash urged.
Claire
jumped up and extended her hand. She helped me up and started leading me down
the hall. She turned towards Cash’s bedroom.
“Other
way, sweetheart. We’re not going to my bed,” he said.
“Why?
Your room has better lighting and we’re not all gonna fit on the queen, we need
your king size,” she whined.
“I
don’t want to do it in my room. What if we need s upplies? ” he teased.
“Then
you can be a good little errand boy and go fetch them. That bed is too small,”
she insisted.
“I
said no, Claire,” he contended.
“Well,
you’re not the boss right now. Take it out on me in our next session if you
need to, but it’s stupid to use that room when there is a perfectly good king
size bed in your room. What difference does it make?” she scoffed.Cash looked at me for back up.
“I
really don’t care. About anything. All my fucks flew away and are scattered
into the wind,” I slurred, “it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a piece of
furniture.”
“Fine,
go,” Cash said, irritated. Claire stuck out her tongue and continued to his
bedroom. Cash sat in the chair in the corner of his room and cracked the lid on
a new fifth of whiskey. “Please, continue,” he said, taking a swig. Claire pulled me into bed. She straddled
me and pulled her shirt over her head, making her blonde curls cascade down her
back as they bounced free from the neck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She tugged
at the bottom of my shirt, prompting me to sit up so she could remove it. I
unhooked my bra and flung it aside. She put her mouth to my nipple, lightly
flicking it with her tongue. She slid down my legs and pulled off my leggings,
taking my underwear
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