Grace had only called to thank them for their birthday cards. After a brief apology to Karen, she hung up and wouldn't answer her phone when she was called back. The three friends who remained in the apartment barely spoke of the conversation. More than a month had passed and they were still estranged from Grace. The future of her friendships looked bleak.
Will and Karen had continued their sort of relationship. She slept in his bed every night and they often made love. But Karen became bored with just 'making love.' She had always been such a sexual person and Will was just too gentle. He always referred to it as making love and it always happened in his bed, they couldn't be drunk, and it was always in missionary position. She was satisfied, but she felt like they could be more explorative. She wanted to just be fucked, for lack of better words.
One night Karen decided that she should address the issue of his ways. She had just finished brushing her teeth when she walked into his bedroom, balancing a small, square object in her hands. She was clad in one of his long tee-shirts and the carpet felt soft against her bare feet. Will looked at her from the bed, where he was reading a novel, and gave her a confused look.
"What's that, Kare?" She slowly straddled him and held it in front of his face. He looked at his reflection before his eyes widened and met hers.
"Cocaine."
"Get that away from me." He tried to push her away, but she stayed firm. She wanted to at least be heard.
"You're a prude, Will." He stopped his struggle and sighed. "I know you don't mean to be, and the sex is great…"
"What are you talking about?"
"I need it to be rough sometimes, honey. You're too gentle, and I want some spontaneity."
"You're talking about our sex lives? You actually want me to hurt you? That's insane."
"Not hurt me, I just need you to be a man about it."
"Fuck you."
"Please!" She leaned her head back and sighed in exasperation. "I love being with you, honey, but it can't be mushy and sweet all the time. That kind of stuff has to just happen by itself. Besides, we aren't an old married couple. We're screwing around. It should be less structured." He felt bad for what she was feeling. He wasn't aware that he was so controlling when it came to their relationship, and he understood from where she was coming. He just didn't know where they had to draw the line. Would she feel like he was forcing her? That was his biggest concern, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Karen, after what you've been through, I don't think I can just…"
"You're worried about me, still?" Her heart felt heavy. She couldn't believe that after all that time he was still scared to bring back her memories. "Honey, I'm fine. And if something is wrong then I'll tell you. I promise. But you have to do one thing for me."
"You know I'd do anything for you." She nodded and gave him a soft smile before presenting him the mirror. He took it in his hands, and she held up a small tube.
"I want you to have coked out sex with me."
"No. This stuff can kill you." Her eyes met his and they remained locked to their positions. She gave him a stern look and he held the mirror still as she leaned down and a line disappeared through her nose. He watched, knowing how bad it was for her, but he let her go. He knew that she was sick of being so protected and he decided, against his better judgment, to allow her to continue. She wasn't his, by any means. She did another line and sniffled before handing him the tube. "I'm not doing it."
"Do it once, honey. Please, for me. I'll never ask again." She took the mirror in her hands and he took the tube in his. He had to admit that he was oddly tempted. He suspiciously eyed the last line on the mirror until she spoke. "But if you really don't want to then I understand." She wanted him to know that she wasn't exactly trying to pressure him. He took a deep breath, thinking. He trusted her, but they were treading on shaky ground. He did not want to be her drug-buddy, but if she was as unsatisfied as she said she was, shouldn't he try to help? He didn't want to give in, though. Drugs were a big deal in his mind, and he had only smoked pot a few times in his early twenties. No, he made a decision. He was going to satisfy her, she deserved it for all she had been through. She deserved it at least one time from him, and he was willing to provide.
"Once." He slowly leaned forward and the mirror was soon empty. She sat it on the bedside table and took a deep breath. She turned the light off and looked into his eyes, the moon providing a ray of light through the window. "What do you want me to do now? I don't feel any different."
"Just wait a second." She leaned forward and kissed his lips. At the same moment, he began feeling strange. He leaned his forehead against hers and took a deep breath. He felt lightheaded and slightly dizzy.
"Karen, I feel really weird. Is it supposed to make me feel this weird?" He began to squirm beneath her, but she placed her hands on each side of his face.
"You can't let yourself panic or this trip will suck for both of us. Just kiss me, honey." He complied and pressed his lips to hers. When her tongue penetrated his lips he felt a surge of electricity and all fears were forgotten. She began to move her hips as he wrapped his arms around her, causing his body to respond quickly.
He lifted her shirt over her head to find that she was completely naked underneath. She took his shirt from his body as well and ran her hands over his chest. His erection began to press harder into her thigh and she sighed when he captured her lips again. He bit her lip in passion and rushed to pull the blanket out from in between them.
She kissed his neck and made her way down his chest. His back was still pressed against the headboard of his bed as Karen kissed down his stomach. He lifted his hips as she slid her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and pulled them from his body.
Foreplay wasn't necessary. The drug had overtaken their minds and both of them were immensely turned on. She moved to straddle him once again and he quickly shoved into her body. She whimpered as he began to lift her by her hips. Their connection was overly strong. She moved on top of him, using the headboard as leverage as their tongues battled. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. It was as if they were taken to another world, where they were floating high above the ground. Everything seemed to move at an odd pace, and he smiled into her neck. She pulled back and found his lips in a sensual kiss.
"Oh." She felt a rush of warmth unexpectedly surge through her stomach. It was quicker than ever and she bit his lip pleasure. He felt her walls tighten and continued to move beneath her, overly aroused by the fact that she was so quick to find the edge of her feelings. She was breathing very heavily as they continued to move.
She hurriedly pulled away from him and lifted herself from their link to one another. She turned around and got on her hands and knees, looking back to find him following her. He pushed into her center again and they began to meet each other's movements. She felt her body jerk forward and inwardly smiled to herself at the feeling. He was finally willing to overpower her, and she loved it.
He ran his hands over her hips and around her stomach as he sped up his pace. A small moan escaped his lips and he leaned closer to her back. His hands massaged her breasts and he kissed every inch of skin that he could. Their sighs were echoing throughout the darkened bedroom while the moon shone through the window. Her hands clutched the sheets beneath her, her knuckles were white. He sped up his pace again and reached down to their connection to brush his fingers over her.
She gasped as her second orgasm rushed throughout her entire body, sending warmth from her fingers to her toes. He was soon to follow and they continued to move as the passion flooded their souls. Once he finally did stop he didn't move from her. Their breathing was heavy and she could see stars in the corners of her eyes. She licked her lips and tried to calm herself.
He pulled out and flopped down on the bed, her following. They were still trying to catch their breath and he pulled her close to him. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Karen…wow." She giggled and ran her hand over his chest.
"Oh, honey, that was the best." She rolled over on top of him and looked down into his eyes. She kissed his lips and laid her head on his chest. She noted that it was the first time that they had been together that he didn't ask her if she was okay after they were finished. She smiled, knowing that he was worrying less and less about hurting her. It was flattering that he cared so much about her, but there was a point where she had to take the lead, and she was so glad she did. But she made a deal with herself that she would never use drugs in their relationship again. It may have been a wonderful feeling, but she liked it best when nothing but two souls were involved. She liked it best when it was just him, inside her, holding her close. They fell asleep in one another's arms, blissfully.