"Whatever you do," Evan thought to himself, "just
don't
go back over there."
And yet, here he was, sitting in his apartment, phone in hand, confused and lonely, starting to wonder. All week long, he'd tried to do his utmost to push thoughts of Kassie, and his little dalliance with her "special substance," as far out of his mind as possible, but ... he hadn't quite managed to do it.
A one-time lapse in judgement? Fine. A temporary dive into depravity? Couldn't undo it, at any rate. But surely that was going to be the end of that. Time to steer clear from that four-alarm fire and get his life back on track, right?
And
yet
...
It had felt so
relaxing,
and strangely
fulfilling
at her place ... lounging around in the dark pit she called home, wearing her cute pajama bottoms, fucking and sucking whenever the mood struck them, tossing any notion of responsibility and respectability aside. On the one hand, Evan obviously didn't want to slide into some sort of crippling drug addiction and out-of-control chemical dependency. Once you get into the habit, that's some hard shit to shake. Yep. As depressed and mixed up as he was, he needed to put the brakes on the whole sordid mess before things went completely off the rails.
But on the
other
hand ... God she was so
pretty
, in her own thin, pallid way, and so
sexy
. And she wanted him so
badly
.
Well, at the start of the week, Evan had firmly resolved not to go back to Kassie's place, no matter
how
down he felt. But as the days crept on, and as the dreary reality of his life gradually reared its ugly head once more, he began to waver. The whole week had been kind of hard and he'd had all sorts of shit to deal with that he didn't want to think about. Job crap, family crap ... hell, every time he checked the news, even
that
was depressing. And so, he was sitting at home when he got a call.
"Hey." It was Kassie.
"Hi." He wasn't sure why he'd picked up.
"What are you up to?"
"Not much I guess." He didn't know how honest he wanted to be. There was a pause.
"You wanna come over?"
"I don't know."
"We can watch some movies and stuff."
Part of Evan wanted to say "No" with every fiber of his being and stay a million miles away from that giant bag of crazy. But
another
part of Evan just wanted to
slip
back into that state of utter apathy and pleasure and turn his brain off completely. He could feel that other part of himself gaining the upper hand. Whoo boy. It was like she knew how to take advantage of his vulnerability. Hard to resist a girl like that.
"OK."
"Cool. You wanna come over now?"
"OK." Evan was willing to do whatever Kassie wanted to do. He was so needy and dejected and she was right there.
"I've been thinking about you."
"Me too."
"OK. See you soon."
*****
The minute Kassie opened the door, the weird smell of the place, which might have bothered Evan before but was now somehow part of the apartment's allure, hit him right in the face. This time she was dressed in a black short-sleeve lace crop top, some skintight black denim jeans (which sported a couple of tears around the knees), and white sneakers. The bottom of her top fluttered just a few inches above her jeans, revealing the pale skin around her belly. Her long black hair, with a smattering of blonde streaks in it, was tied back in a ponytail.
He didn't know how she did it, but once again, there she was in all her sexy, strung out glory.
She gave him a sneaky little kiss, and then wandered over to the kitchen, where she'd been apparently in the middle of washing some dishes -- Evan's arrival having given her the rare impetus to attempt to clean things up a bit. He sat on the couch, wearing a long-sleeve flannel shirt and grey cargo pants, not sure exactly what Kassie had in mind, or even what
he
had in mind. She came back into the living room and leaned against the wall.
"You wanna do some more of what we did last time?"
Evan nodded yes. Kassie smiled to herself deviously and walked back into her bedroom, with Evan soon following. Clearly she had everything set up and ready to go. He sat on the mattress he'd sat on before, she tied him up, and he finally felt the feeling he'd been frantically running away from, and yet secretly longing to feel, all week long. Oh God.
There it was.
All his troubles melted away. Oddly, when the needle entered his vein, he felt his penis jump slightly. In her own twisted way, she was taking care of him. As he lay back, she kissed him dreamily and rubbed his shirt a little.
Then she crawled over to her mattress and did the same thing to herself. The moment she pierced her skin and pushed on the injection mechanism, she let out a tiny gasp of pleasure, almost like she was having a little climax. Then she leaned back and wandered off into la land, quietly stroking the bottom of her shirt, her tummy, and the fly of her black jeans. Evan was back. She felt real good.
*****
Like déjà vu all over again, Evan slipped in and out of awareness, at times wondering if he was asleep or awake.
Gradually he realized that Kassie was sitting up on her mattress, looking bored and curious. He noticed her picking up a syringe, sticking it in a bag, and drawing the special liquid up into the chamber. She pushed some strands of hair away from her cheek. Then she held up the syringe and began stroking it slowly with her fingers.
The way she was leaning ... her crop top dangling over her breasts, the curve of her butt under her jeans ... as Evan watched Kassie play with the syringe, he started to get turned on. At that point he realized that he wasn't wearing any pants -- just a shirt. He couldn't explain why that was. Had they attempted to fuck at some point, but simply passed out instead? It was all a blur. All he knew now was that, as he glanced at Kassie and the syringe, he was getting more and more aroused.
Perhaps Kassie sensed it, perhaps she didn't, but she kept lavishing attention onto the syringe, slowly dragging her fingers up and down it, like it was something else long and stiff that she enjoyed dragging her fingers against. At one point she began licking it with her tongue, being careful not to lick the very tip of the needle. Evan couldn't take his eyes away.
She alternated between caressing it with her fingers and her tongue, but she was really into it now, shifting her body a little and lightly pulling on her lace top, which had begun sliding over her right shoulder, then going back to the syringe. By this time Evan was rock hard. He wanted more than anything to feel the release which Kassie was strongly pushing him toward, and yet denying him.
She spent a few more minutes teasing and stroking the syringe. Jesus, this was torture. Couldn't she just
let it out
? Then she slowly began pushing against the device, watching the liquid inside inch closer and closer to the outside. Evan lay on the mattress and kept staring, feeling closer and closer to release, even though Kassie wasn't actually touching him at all. The liquid slid further and further up the chamber, Kassie being careful not to rush it.
As Evan looked on, he felt suspended between action and inaction, but he couldn't go anywhere or move off the mattress even if he'd wanted to. It was like his body and the syringe had merged, and drugs was sex and sex was drugs. Kassie looked so hot and playful and fuckable as she teased the syringe with her fingers and tongue, and it all seemed to be connected in some weird way. But more than anything, he wanted her to just
push
that stuff out of the syringe and