19
David
It's difficult to be with someone and not pick up their habits, morals, or mannerisms. Despite my fierce opposition upon discovering her heroin, her needle finds a new, temporary home in my veins.
I look down and wonder when I lost all of my muscle tone. I’ve only been using for a few months, but I’m so skinny now. And not in a good way. I’m too high to eat much of anything most days. My hip bones protrude, and my skin feels thin.
Dani ties a rubber tourniquet around my arm. She crawls between my legs and taps her fingers on my veins. They swell to the surface and plead to be used. The needle disappears under my skin, and she pushes the plunger slowly. It rushes my brain. She loosens the tourniquet as I sink into the couch, body heavy and brain numb.
Dani hides her track marks by injecting into her groin. Since I never noticed them before, it works. I watch as she fills the syringe with the brown liquid and holds it in her mouth. She grips it between her teeth, stands, and pulls her sweatpants down her thighs. With experienced hands, she feels around until she finds her femoral vein. She inserts the needle and pushes the plunger, injecting directly into it. She gasps and drops the syringe to the floor before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. After a moment, she flops onto her pillow, closes her eyes, and we enjoy our high for a while.
She wraps her arm around me, and I hold her. Her eyes remain heavy, as if her eyelashes weigh too much. Her lips pout slightly.
“I love you, David,” she whispers. Her words slur.
“I love you,” I whisper back, though the words catch in my throat. I do have feelings for her, but I’m not sure how deep they run. I enjoy her companionship, but there’s something missing between us. When we aren’t high, our relationship is at a low.
Dani reaches out her hand and places it on my lap. Her touch is heavy and her fingers are slow and tempting. When she’s coming down from her peak, she always gets frisky. She leans in and kisses me with soft and sluggish lips. She crawls over my lap and fumbles with my shorts. Her hands are shaking. She slips the fabric down and lowers her hips. I am inside her. She rocks softly. Her eyes close as her head drops back. The numbing nature of the drugs somehow intensifies the pleasure between us. She drops her chest and nestles her face into my neck as she comes.
I can’t finish. My energy is used up by maintaining the blood in my cock.
Her breaths are slow and even against my chest. We curl up in a tangled mass on her bed. This is what we do. We get high, we make love, and we sleep away our humanity.
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Emily
Me: David is definitely not coming home... Do you want to come by tonight, Kevin?
Kevin: Are you sure?
Me: Positive. He probably won't stumble in until the weekend.
Kevin: I’ll see you at nine?
Me: Ok.
I decideto impress him tonight. I straighten my hair and let it fall to create soft curls around my cheeks. I paint my face with a hint of makeup, a beautifully pale slate. I wear a matching bra and panty set under a black and white dress.
There’s a knock at the door.
I slip on my flip-flops and stop to brush the fabric over my hips before opening the door. Kevin smiles as he takes me in. I struggle to look him in the eyes, and my cheeks flush.
“You look beautiful!” he says.
I stand on tiptoes and kiss him. I never know how to respond to compliments.
He smirks and pulls away, licking my gloss from his lips. He sits down on the couch, and I can't help but remember how awful things turned out the last time he was here.
He pulls me onto his lap and out of my thoughts. My thighs cloak his. The fabric of his jeans is rough against my soft skin. There’s nothing but fabric between us. He hardens, kissing me passionately. I return his desire and moan into him as his mouth drops to my collarbone. He lifts me and lays me onto the couch. His palms slide along the outline of my dress.
His powerful hands slip my panties from my hips, and I don't have the urge to stop him. He kisses up my thighs and nibbles at my flesh, his lips continuing upward until he licks between my legs. Pleasure from a skilled tongue is a very new sensation for me. I cover my mouth and moan into my hand.
He sits up to look at me.
“Baby, you don't have to be quiet. Just enjoy.”
He grabs my hands and holds them at my waist as he buries his face into me again. I break the silence of the living room with soft moans that grow until I lose control of them. My hips grind into him as he laps at me. He slips a finger inside me. It pushes me over the edge, and for the first time that isn’t from my own hand, I come. My legs shake as he lifts up to kiss me. His mouth is wet with my taste.
He tries to pull my dress over my head, but I stop him half-way up my belly. I open my mouth to speak, but he kisses me again, halting my argument. He tries again, and I push his hands away.
“Can you leave it on, please?” I whisper against his mouth.
He shakes his head, looking into my eyes. My gaze pleads with him to allow my walls to remain. He stops for a moment and stares at me beneath him, causing my chest to flush with nervousness. I breathe a sigh of relief as his hands work away his own clothing instead of mine. He leans down, kissing me as he slips inside me. I’m engulfed in pleasurable pain.
I’m not a virgin, but I have only been with Stephen before now. It was nothing like this. Kevin is thick and fills me in a way that is almost unbearable.
I whimper against his shoulder. He groans as his hips press deeply into mine. He wraps his hand through my hair and kisses my forehead. The pain keeps me in the moment. I can't think of anything but his strong weight on top of me and his full lips, always touching some part of me. And his groans.
“Where do you want me to come, baby?”
“On me,” I whisper.
He pulls out and finishes between my legs. He falls into me, our breaths heavy between us. He brushes my hair away from my face.
“Thank you for giving me another chance,” I say.