Two weeks after her brother died, Megan lay on her back, where the slide leveled off, and let Darius fuck her right there on the playground. It had taken a lot of drugs to quell Megan's mind, to acknowledge Heath's death. Darius was so coked up he could not cum, which suited Megan perfectly. Her back fit easily along the curvature of the slide. Darius towered above her, a seemingly anonymous silhouette. A glint of dawn's sunlight reflected from the top of the monkey bars. A jogger passed by, then a woman walking her dog.
"Harder!" Megan breathed. She hooked the backs of her knees around the slide's rim, so her thighs turned out. Her hipbones jutted up, two tiny peaks on each side of her shaved mons pubis. "Hurt me!" She braced herself for the pounding she craved, the amnestic mixture of pleasure and pain.
Darius gripped the edges and obligingly battered her into the slide. An indentation in the metal popped with every thrust. Each pop was like another chink in her emotions forcefully wrought. She ached to be fucked until she was as smooth as the slide--a flat plane with a hole.
After a prolonged pounding, Darius lost steam and flung the condom at the slide's foot. He pulled up his sweatpants and joined Kyle near the swings, leaving Megan to find her panties beneath the slide. When she stepped into her yoga pants, she noticed Kyle holding up his phone, and she realized he had been recording them. She grimaced and stuck out her tongue.
Kyle laughed and tucked his phone away. "Where do y'all wanna go now?"
"Do you have any more druuuugs?" Megan pulled up her pants and plopped onto a swing.
"Some weed." Darius grabbed her ankles and twirled her around, crossing the swing's chains and wrenching them tighter and tighter. "I can get more coke--or molly."
"Yes, please!" Megan gripped the chains and fought back a memory of her brother pushing her on the very same swing as she repeatedly shouted HIGHER! Darius let go of her legs, and the chains' tension spun her in dizzying circles. "I want to get so fucking high!" she squealed.
"We can't get high here," Kyle said.
Megan let her feet drag as the swing slowed down, but her world kept spinning, fueled by vertigo and weed. She wanted to go faster and higher, until she fell right off the edge. As her surroundings marginally stabilized, she squinted across the parking lot and saw a mom with two toddlers eyeing them suspiciously. The figures undulated in Megan's vision. "I guess we can go to my house. My mom's probably at work by now."
Darius gave Kyle a look. "It'll be weird there without Heath."
Megan opened her mouth--but before she could speak, Kyle stuck his hand down the front of her yoga pants, straight into her underwear. His hand cupped her pussy, and his middle finger slipped easily inside. "Weirder than fucking his little sister?"
Megan's knees buckled, as if the world dropped beneath her, and she braced herself against Kyle's chest as he rubbed her in and out. A jolt of dopamine released by her brain seized her entire body in a euphoric fog.
Darius stepped beside them to block the view of the concerned mother in the parking lot. "Heath would've killed us for this. He said you never even smoked weed."
"I didn't," she managed to say as she shamelessly humped Kyle's hand, on the cusp of an orgasm she hoped would obliterate her. But Kyle removed his hand from her panties before she reached the precipice.
Megan gave an exaggerated pout and reached for Kyle's dick, delighted to find it hard through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
"Come on, that lady's gonna call the cops on us."