Cloudy Mirrors

by Shane Robert

  “Yes, I agree. I’m rather tipsy myself and think if you went down, I’d be going down with you. Plus, it’s really chilly out there tonight, so I think cuddling up with you sounds way nicer and a lot warmer.” I bite my lip as the image of us doing a lot more than cuddling crosses my mind. My attraction towards him is growing the more the wine hits me.

  We get settled onto the couch a few minutes later and start the movie. He didn’t have any movies really that were my type; they were more action filled, totally guy type movies, and some funny comedies. We finally agreed on ‘This Means War’. Me of course saying hell yes because well Tom Hardy, and him of course, because well it's two badass CIA dudes blowing up shit.

  Shockingly, I struggle to focus on the movie, no matter how funny it is or how good looking Tom Hardy is. All I can focus on is Michael's cologne which smells amazing as I rest my head against his chest, the feeling of his body beneath me, and the sudden overwhelming need to be with him. His arm is wrapped around my waist, with his thumb rubbing small, soft circles against my skin that is playing peek-a-boo as he slowly moves up my side, continuing his slow touch. His legs are kicked up on the coffee table, while mine are curled up beside me. My left arm is draped across his abdomen, as I slowly drag my nails casually up and down his thigh, silently pleading for him to make the first move. Hoping I can be kissing him sooner rather than later, but I’m not the type to make the move first. I want to make sure the guy actually wants to kiss me, like I want to kiss him.

  I know I said I don’t sleep with a guy on the first date, but hell, it’s been a really long time, and now since I had a fourth glass of wine, I’m feeling way too turned on to enforce my no sex on the first date rule.

  Suddenly, Michael’s hand grabs mine, halting it from moving any further down his thigh. Lifting my head up from his shoulder, I peer up at him, with our eyes locking onto one another. The lust and desire consuming me is staring back down at me as the same want flickers in his gaze. Releasing my hand, he brings it up to my face, gently tucking my bangs that have fallen in front of my eyes, behind my ear, before slowly moving in on me, causing our lips to meet. The second his lips touch mine, my hands and body move on their own wavelength. Within seconds I’m straddling his lap, running my hands through his hair, as our tongues take turns exploring each other’s mouths.

  My body is humming with need as our kiss turns from slow and gentle to hot and heavy. I can feel his hard cock rubbing between my thighs, threatening to bust straight through his jeans. My head spins from a mixture of lust and wine, I don’t know what I’m more drunk on, the wine or the feeling his cock rubbing on me, while he kisses me.

  His hands grab my hips and start moving me back and forth while his kiss brings me deeper. I’m five seconds away from coming and he’s not even inside of me yet. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and our kisses as he begins fucking my mouth with his exceptionally talented tongue. I feel my panties dampen as the thought of that tongue working its magic between my legs fills my thoughts.

  I reach down, unzip his jeans, while lifting myself up, giving him the go ahead to pull down his jeans. His hands leave my hips long enough to shimmy his pants down to his ankles before kicking them off. I leave him sitting on the couch in his boxers, as I slowly work unzipping my dress. Our kissing turning into him putting his tongue into my mouth. I slowly suck on his tongue, watching his eyes light up in immense pleasure. He grabs my dress from my shoulders and gradually slides it down just past my breasts. I remove my bra for him as he makes his way down to them with his lips. His eyes roam over my body as he slowly rubs his cock under my dress. He freed it from the confines of his briefs without me noticing until I felt it rubbing on my panties. He breathes in a sharp intake of breath as I slip my dress off quickly, my wet panties filled with arousal from how turned on I am right now.

  I climb back onto his lap, kneeling over him, and bring my lips to his neck, gently sucking on his skin, savoring the saltiness as I kiss and nibble my way back to his mouth. His hands grip my ass as he pushes my soaking wet core against his dick that is completely out of the top of his boxers. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel the warm head press against my swollen clit. I want him so bad that it physically hurts, and let me tell you, this man is packing for an 18-year-old. I’m praying I can fit that thing inside of me because it has been a really long time and all I have to say is this is going to be one hell of a way to end my dry spell.

  I lift my hips up and tug at his boxers; he instantly takes them down, not wasting a single second and leaves them around his ankles while gripping my hips and lifting me as if I’m completely weightless. I reach down in between us, grabbing his cock and pulling my panties to the side and rub the tip at the entrance of my pussy, getting it slick with my juices, before lowering myself back down and slowly taking all of him inside of me.

  “Fuck, Megan…” Michael curses breathlessly as our bodies finally connect and every inch of him is buried deep inside of me.

  I let out a deep breath as I feel him all the way in my stomach; it hurts yet feels amazing all at the same time. I’ve never been filled this much or stretched like this in my life.

  He grabs my hips, pinning my body down against his as he slowly rotates his hips, causing the head of his dick to rub perfectly up inside me up and my eyelids to flutter as moans fly from my lips. His grip on my hips tighten as his fingertips bite at my skin as he begins effortlessly moving me up and down his cock. I grip his shoulders to try and keep my balance and begin rotating my hips. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids every time he slams his cock completely inside of me, topping me from the bottom and making me lose my fucking mind.

  Looking down into his eyes, I lose myself in them while he is groaning, with teeth clenched as his dick is pulsating inside me.

  Going at a romantic slow and deep pace, neither of us say a word. He suddenly takes me by surprise, wraps his arms around me, and shifting quickly, slams me down onto the couch, causing me to instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he takes full control.

  Michael grabs both of my hands and pins them down above my head, going at the speed of light and causing tiny orbs of light to float in front of my eyes. I’m screaming out in pleasure and get my arms free to start clawing at his back, as he lets out a long, deep, primal groan and gives me one final thrust that leads us both to climax.

  I arch my back, and hold on for dear life, squeezing my eyes shut, and riding out the wave of euphoria as he slowly pumps in and out of me as my pussy clenches around his cock, milking every last drop out of him. A few seconds later he lays his head down on my chest, breathing heavily. I stroke my hand back and forth on his head, whispering, “Thank you.”

  Lifting his head, he looks up at me, flashing me a cocky smirk before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips and bringing his head back down to rest against my tits.

  The passion this man showed me during our drunken fuck was unbelievable. For someone so young, it seemed he had lived through so much and knows exactly what to do and when to do it.

  “Should we call Scottie and make sure it's ok that the kids stay the night? I don't think either of us are good to drive,” Michael asks, pulling me out of my sated state and back to reality.

  “Yes. I'll call him now and you can give me a ride there in the morning. I am ready to cuddle up and fall asleep.” I stretch my hand out towards the coffee table to retrieve my phone, which isn’t an easy task with a 180 pound or so man lying on top of you.

  Calling Scottie, the phone goes straight to voicemail. I assume they have fallen asleep as it’s pretty late.

  I leave a quick voicemail before powering off my phone and tossing it back onto the coffee table.

  Michael, climbing off the couch, revealing his still semi hard cock, which by the looks of it, is hardening by the second and is going to be ready for round two at any moment and making it clear to me that we might not be falling asleep any time soon. Leaning down, he picks me up from the couch
with ease and walks us into the bedroom. Laying me down, he takes off his shirt and is completely in the buff. From this angle, I get to admire every single perfect inch of his body. Climbing into bed, he slides between my legs, slowly sliding back inside of me, once again rock solid and ready for round two. This time he takes his time, going slow and worshiping every inch of my body, before finally we both collapse with exhaustion but feeling completely satisfied, and fall asleep tangled together in his bed.

  Chapter 5

  Michael

  Waking up to her is the best feeling in the world. Her beautiful bone structure, even when she sleeps I could stare at her all day. I sneak out of bed without waking her and head to the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl and some Frosted Flakes, I pour my milk and sit on the couch.

  I turn the television on; I like to listen to the news while I eat breakfast. Munching on my cereal, the news is talking about politics and weather, some local robberies.

  Finishing up my cereal, I walk to my cabinet above the fridge where most people can't reach and grab my trusty brick of cocaine. Well, what's left of it.

  Pulling out the glass mirror from the drawer in my coffee table, I cut up four lines. I feel like today is going to be a drag, so I’m hoping doing four instead of two or three will give me the boost I need. As soon as I start to snort the first line, Megan walks out catching me in action and yells, “Really, Michael? First thing in the morning!”

  “I'm sorry, it helps get me going in the morning. Some days are a drag and I like the way it has made me feel the last few days,” I express, “Some people like coffee to get them going in the morning, I like a few lines.”

  “You do know how fucked up that sounds? Right?” Shaking her head, she continues, “You better not get addicted to that shit...I had too good of a time with you last night to let that stuff ruin us before we even get started. Believe me this,” she points down at the last three lines of coke with a look of disgust, “is not something I want around me or my boys.”

  Before I can even attempt to defend myself, she spins around, grabbing her jacket and talking without looking at me, “I’m ready to leave now, I’m sure Scottie has had enough of the boys and is ready for me to pick them up,” she said.

  Even though everything in me is screaming to snort those last three fucking lines, I leave them lying on the cloudy mirror on the table to finish up when I get home later. I really like Megan and don’t want to do anything to purposely upset her. But I also don’t see me using coke once in a while as a problem. She has nothing to worry about. I can quit using it whenever I want. But right now, I like how it makes me feel. I’ll just have to refrain from using it around her.

  Walking outside, seeing it had snowed a few inches last night, Megan waits in the car while I sweep off the snow.

  As I pass the passenger side I notice her beautiful smile, and her eyes catching mine. This girl is amazing; every time I look at her I feel a tingle in my body. Or is that the cocaine kicking in? Either way the sensation is great.

  Cautiously driving over to Scottie’s due to the weather, I ask Megan,

  “Did you have a good time last night?”

  She relaxes in the passenger seat beside me, flashing a sexy smirk, “Yes I did, it was wonderful. You can take the kids skiing next weekend if you still want to. And we’ll have to keep up with our dates as well.” Leaning across the car towards me, she presses a soft kiss against my cheek, causing a new high to soar through my veins. She makes me feel things I never thought I’d feel for a girl. It’s always been about getting laid and moving on, nothing more. But with Megan, I actually see myself being with this girl for more than a one night stand. It scares me and thrills me all at the same time.

  “Yes, I'd love to take them skiing, you can enjoy a day by yourself.” I can only imagine the last time she had a day to just pamper herself.

  Pulling into Scottie’s house, sliding partially sideways in the driveway. Pulling up next to Megan's car, she hands me her keys and asks,

  “Could you start the car for me while I go get the kids?”

  “You got it!” I reply, before climbing out of the car and making my way through the snowy driveway over to her car.

  I start her car, letting it warm up, and get to work sweeping off the dusting of snow. She walks out with the boys, who both look exhausted. I'm assuming from a late night up playing video games and eating an abundance of sugar. But the second I see the look on Megan’s face, I immediately know something is wrong.

  She quickly ushers the boys over to the car, getting them inside, before slamming the car door. Turning to me, she spits out in anger, “You should probably go take care of your boy, he's pretty coked out in there and honestly I'm too pissed at him to really care right now. He knows how I feel about him doing this shit around my boys. I trusted him. I should’ve known he only ever thinks about himself.” She’s so worked up, her face beet red and her eyes looking to be welling up with tears that she’s refusing to let fall. Grabbing her arms, I pull her to me, gazing down at her sympathetically, “I’ll go check on him. I’m sorry they had to see him like that. Drive safe, okay?”

  She nods her head before leaning up on her toes and pressing a chaste kissed to my lips. “I’ll text you later,” is all she says before pulling out of my grasp and hurrying into her car. I watch her whip the car out of the driveway, needing to get as far away from Scottie as physically possible, before disappearing down the road.

  “Scottie, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell, barging inside the house and slamming the front door with extra force to help get my point across that I’m really fucking pissed. Doing coke and having a good time is one thing, but to get fucked up while caring for Megan’s two kids. That’s wrong on so many levels.

  “Michael my man, I'm high as fuck…” Scottie laughs, clearly not noticing how pissed off I’m at him or hearing a thing I’ve said. “So, how was the date with Megan?” he asks, slurring his words, and stumbling up to me as he drapes his arms around me to give me a hug, or at least attempt to; instead he loses his balance and almost ends up on his ass on the floor as I push him off of me.

  “Dude, what the fuck happened? You were watching the kids! We had an amazing, date that ended with even more amazing fucking sex…”

  “Bro, sick. Don't fucking tell me that shit!” Scottie shouts, slurring, as he twists his face in disgust and interrupts me.

  Ignoring him, I continue,

  “And then you had to go and ruin the good mood by being so fucking irresponsible--getting coked up while babysitting? Really, man? What the hell were you thinking?”

  “I wasn’t thinking. They stayed up late playing video games, before finally passing out on the sectional. I figured it was okay to do a few lines since they were asleep. I didn’t realize I got so carried away. I was gaming, and snorting, while enjoying a beer or two, before I knew it, it was morning and they were awake wanting breakfast. I was way too fucked up and I feel bad about it, but hey? What do you want me to do? It wasn’t intentional to be fucked up still when they woke up?”

  I feel like I’m the older one in this situation, which is sad. Scottie is a great guy but holy fucking shit, I don’t understand how the hell he’s able to run a fucking drug empire and keep his shit straight when he can’t seem to go more than a few hours without getting completely fucked up.

  “We have some business to discuss,” he says, suddenly reminding me of Hunter with his short attention span. “I’m short on dealers, so I’m going to need you to start selling for me. You are the perfect man for it with your job at the ski resort. You can rake in the sales without drawing any attention to yourself. It’ll be a piece of cake, while lining yours and my pockets in the process. Do you think you can handle it?” he asks, and from the look of determination on his face, I’m guessing he won’t accept any other answer besides yes.

  “Fuck, I guess I can do that. Under two conditions. One, I need more blow for my personal use and two don't ever get wasted on coke around
her kids again,” I tell him, accepting his offer but also making my demands clear with a stern tone of voice, hoping to finally get through his thick fucking skull.

  “All right, fuck man, take a seat and get high with me, we’ll deal with the business tomorrow. It is time to ease our minds.” Walking over to where his stash is stored, he pulls a brick out and makes his way into the living room and over to the large couch.

  Wasting no time, he pours some coke onto the glass coffee table, cutting six lines before rolling up a bill he pulled from his pocket.

  I sit down on the couch beside him, with a rolled up twenty in my hand, I bend over, placing one end of the dollar bill into the line and the other in my nose. Inhaling all three lines within seconds, I instantly I feel that high I crave and lie back on the couch, falling into a haze.

  I get lost in my thoughts buzzing around my head, my morning with Megan replaying in my head. Megan hates cocaine, hates that I do it; she’d really lose her shit and end things before they’ve even just begun if she finds out I’m now dealing it for Scottie too. That’s why I have to make it clear to Scottie that she’s not to know about me working for him whatsoever.

  I understand why she gets so worked up over it like she does. I mean, she trusted Scottie with her boys, comes to picked them up, only to discover Scottie beyond high off of the blow. Megan has seen Scottie go down this path and she doesn't want me to go down it too. But she doesn’t understand, unlike Scottie, I know when to do it and not to do it.

  She’d rather I not touch the stuff at all, but the only problem I am having though, is when I do cocaine I feel free from the perfect life. I wanted to get away from it and live dangerously. The other problem I am falling into is, I enjoyed the date so much with Megan that I could see myself falling right back into that perfect life.

  With that life, I know the only way I can have that with Megan is with coke no longer being in the picture. Right now, that certainly isn’t an option. Especially now that it looks like I’m officially a coke dealer for Scottie.