They drive back, not speaking. No words can describe the passion, the fire, the sparks in the act they had just committed. What words could explain the pleasure that had shot threw her body, touching every nerve. What could possibly describe how it felt to give herself completely. To just – let go.
She feels like Eve, finally giving in to the temptation of the forbidden fruit. Finally having eaten from the tree of knowledge.
She feels dirty,
defiled,
violated.
And she loves it.
Being a sinner is
so much more fun than being
a saint, after all.
He grins over at her, relishing the blush spreading across her angular face. He puts one hand on her upper thigh, a mischievous sparkle in eyes when her eyes betray the tingles of pleasure running up and down her spine. Goosebumps erupt on her pale arms, and her breath catches in her throat.
He looks at her
appraisingly,
deep in thought.
Anticipation
swells inside
of her.
"I wasn't too sure about this before. But I think you're ready." He says, finally.
"Ready for what?"
"Trust me, babe, you're gonna love it. It'll make you fly higher than you thought possible."
"Even after that?" She whispers seductively, purposefully leaving it vague, he knows what that is. He grins, before,
"Guess you'll have to see for yourself."
"See what for myself?"
"I got some real good crystal, straight from Mexico, I've got connections like you wouldn't believe."
Crystal, as in crystal meth.
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Saying no is her instinct. She knows what drugs can do a person, knows how they could ruin her.
But she's in too deep. She can't say no. As soon as she looks into those hypnotically brown eyes, the eyes of the man who she gave her virginity to, she melts.
She's ready, and nods her approval, staring in awe at the little crystals of meth, as he pours it into a pipe.
"I thought you snorted crank?" She manages.
"Those days are in the past. Only street-lab meth can be snorted, I got pure Mexican crystal, had to be smuggled across the border. Trust me, it'll take you high."
And it's the second time in one day that she has a first-time. First her virginity, and now she's doing drugs. She knows she should feel ashamed. But she doesn't.
It feels too damn good.
She's flying,
higher,
higher,
higher,
up into
the clouds,
soaring,
and it takes her breath away.