by Shane Robert
Shower running, I walk into the bathroom, slide my pants down as my hand hits my already half hard cock. Taking my shirt and boxers off, I pull the curtain back. My dick grows harder as I take in the sight of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen standing beneath the showerhead as the water runs down her perfect body, the bathroom full of steam so she doesn’t notice me watching her.
Her eyes are closed as she runs her hand through her wet locks. Stepping into the shower, I grab her hips and pull her as close as possible without entering her, pinning my dick between me and her stomach, as the hot water runs down between us, warming my body still chilled from being outdoors all day. I dip my head towards her mouth before gripping the back of her head with my right hand and bringing my lips down to hers for a kiss.
I lift her up, grabbing under her legs as she wraps them around me. Pushing her up against the wall in the shower planting my feet down preparing for the cocaine rush to fuck her into a new dimension.
She grabs my cock and slides it into her, as I push as deep as I can go. Cocaine through my body, turning straight into a sex drive. I am fucking her so fast and hard while she moans,
“Fuck...” into my ear.
Her moans are making me want to lose myself inside of her. I push through the first urge of busting. Getting past that first wall is the key. As I press deeper and deeper into her wet mound, she begins to take her freshly painted nails right into my back. The deeper and harder I go, the harder she claws my back. The hot running water into my freshly cut skin makes me press until my cock is hitting her wall. Both of us moaning at the feeling of great pleasure, we finish together as Megan slides down the shower wall and sits on the bottom with a sexual grin.
Chapter 9
Megan
Sitting in the shower, the water pouring down on me, Michael has already stepped out. Every inch of my body is feeling the love Michael just made to me. As I stand up to exit the shower, I hear Michael going through his pants and setting something on the counter.
I peel back the shower curtain and step out. In frustration letting out a sigh and yelling at Michael, “What the hell are you doing?!” He looks at me with white powder residue on his nose still. “Why the fuck do you need to do that at my house?”
“I don’t know… I just need it. It takes the edge off and takes me away from the shitty reality of life,” he tells me.
“That’s bullshit, you’re already addicted to it. How do you go from this great guy being amazing with my kids to a piece of shit addict?” I exclaim.
“You know what, you may be right, but this stuff helps me get away and feel like who I’m supposed to be,” he said to me, raising his voice.
“Good for you but you are fucking things up. How about you go home and I’ll talk to you tomorrow when you aren’t high off your ass!” I say, throwing his clothes at him. Michael slides his jeans on and stumbles to get his shirt on. Walking out the door, I yell, “Get your shit together, Michael. My kids are in the house and you act up, this is not ok.” I’m starting to tear up.
As I sit down on the couch, crying to myself, Seth comes out of his bedroom and sits next to me.
“Hey Mom, I’m sorry but I overheard you guys fighting and just wanted to say today was awesome with him. He’s really good at skiing and I would love to be able to go with him again. I know you guys need to work out whatever you were arguing about first though. Just hope I can hang out at the ski resort with him again,” Seth voices his opinion.
“Thanks for that sweetie, now get back to bed, ok?” I tell him, kissing his forehead. That was really sweet of Seth to come out and see what was going on. It really upsets me though; he’s so great with my boys but a dumbass to himself. The boys don’t need to see their mom upset and crying; that’s not ok.
For the sake of the boys, I’m going to sit down with Michael and see where his head's at. I really want the boys to have a great role model and someone they look up to in their life. I will not be ok with the drugs and the life culture that comes with that. If I can convince him to keep his partying to social and not an addiction, maybe we can work things out.
Laying back on the couch, I close my eyes, hoping I can fall asleep as I have a lot on my mind. I just really hate the fact he went from giving me some of the most amazing sex in my life to instantly doing cocaine in my bathroom and not even thinking about the kids, just himself.
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Michael
Driving home, it's early morning and I’m rather pissed off. I’m not sure if I am pissed off at myself or for the fact I'm falling for Megan.
I’m upset because I didn't move here to fall in love or even have a relationship. The way things are going, I feel obligated to fix them with her and try to make them right.
Although I’m aware I’m falling into the drug trap. Cocaine, it honestly has made me feel so free, no rules, no guidelines to live by except the line I’m snorting.
Pulling into my driveway, I come to a stop and start typing up a text to Megan. As I am sure she has already fallen asleep by now. “Hey, listen I’m sorry. Tomorrow night I'll stop over and we can talk about things if that’s ok with you? I have to stop at Scottie’s in the morning before work; when I get off I'll head over.” I press send after I re-read what I typed.
Shooting Scottie a text, “Yo bro, I’m going to stop over in the morning before work to grab some yeyo to distribute out to some of the skiers during work, we should also set up a party this weekend and get some mind easing night time fun in. One Love.”
Chapter 10
Michael
Waking to my alarm, the cocaine hangover is the worst I have ever had. My head is pounding, and my body is covered in sweat and feeling clammy. Deciding to take a shower to try and refresh myself, I start the water, turning the knob to the perfect spot.
Walking to the kitchen, I grab my daily bowl of cereal and start munching away with the news in the background. Finishing up, setting the bowl in the sink, I head to the shower. The water is extra hot now and the bathroom is full of steam. Exactly the type of shower I need after last night.
Outside the bathroom door, I slide my boxers off and kick them towards the washer. I love being in the buff; if I could be naked all day I would. Except for when I sleep, I hate trying to lay down and you squish your man goods.
Warm water dripping down my body, I finish rinsing off the last of the soap suds. I sit down in the shower, back leaned up against the wall closing my eyes while water hits my body. The thoughts begin. Why can’t I do cocaine as long as I can keep the kids and her happy? I’m making money working at the resort and helping Scottie sell. I understand it’s illegal, but I’m not causing harm to anyone else, just myself.
Although I don’t think Megan will be ok with this idea. I need to go on with my day of work, and my routine. The talk with Megan will come later after all business and today’s plans are done.
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I pull into Scottie’s driveway and he’s waiting for me outside in his car. Walking up to his window, he rolls it down and hands me my cocaine to distribute out at work. He says,
“Hey man, sorry for the rush, I just have a few meetings and people to see. I will let you know later if we will be making stops at people's houses or not any time soon. Good luck at work.”
Scottie pulls out of his driveway and away he goes; must have been pretty important stuff. I was hoping to go inside and hit a few rails before work. I’ll have to grab my stash from my console to get me through the day.
Getting to work, I head inside to clock in. I stop at my boss's office knowing he will need his new dose of cocaine to last him a while. “Hey, Herb I have your stuff. You got the money? If not, you know the drill or we will have to come find you!” I tell him, laughing. He kept it simple, pulling his money out shaking his head and off I went to see my chair assignment for the day. The good thing about Scottie was he already had a good clientele. He just let people know who I am and made things easier for me.
Lo
oks like I have chair 3, which is a great thing for selling drugs because it happens to be halfway up the mountain and is the only chair access to the terrain park. The terrain park means younger guys, full of partying and doing crazy tricks. Young guys including myself, know Scottie is the man for cocaine and me being Scottie’s boy makes it easier for new clients to know I have the stuff.
Throughout the day, people came up to me asking for the great nose candy I didn't have to take the risk of asking anyone if they were interested in it. I ended up selling two kilos from my backpack and had an abundance of cash on me. Two locals come up to me after I finish clocking out for the day and they ask me, “Hey man, can you ask Scottie about us putting in a request for a large amount of cocaine for us?”
“Yeah, bros. I’ll let him know to get in touch with ya’ll so he can coordinate that with you!” I told them the plan. Giving each of them a bro hug, heading to my car to get my ass over to Megan’s and clear everything up with her.
Taking my time on the drive home, the roads are pretty nasty; Loveland is in a winter storm warning for the rest of the night. I do not want to crash and get stranded in the mountains with shitty cell service and a bag full of cash. Also, a stash of cocaine. I pull off to the side of the road and text Megan. “Hey, I’m off work and heading to your house. If that’s still cool with you, the roads are shit so it may be a bit before I get there.”
As soon as I hit send, hoping I have enough service for it to go through, I receive a text from Scottie.
“Bro, we’ll be making one stop this weekend before the party at my place. It might get bad, so prepare yourself.” I’m going to hold off on responding as I need to get going on this drive to Megan’s place and stop for some food. That way I will at least be full, if this talking leads to arguing and a not so happy stop at her place. I’m curious what Scottie got into though, to make him text me and say it might get ugly. We’ll have to figure that out later; hopefully nothing too shitty happens with that.
Chapter 11
Megan
Cleaning the dishes, I tell the boys, “Go shower up, and start your homework. Michael is going to stop by for a bit.”
I’m not really looking forward to him coming over; I'm still upset with him. Although I'm glad he does want to talk about things, I just hope he can get his head out of his ass.
I understand he is young, but I'm not and I don't have time for bullshit and games. My kids don't either, they have been fine without a father. I can raise them without help from a male figure, just would be nice to have that for them.
Done with the dishes, I rest my ass on the couch and turn the television on. I switch it from cartoons, to the news.
The first thing to come up is how the use of cocaine has rapidly increased in Loveland and in young adults. “Figures, just if Michael could see this and come to reality he is being dumb.”
Knock knock. I walk over to the door, look through the peephole and see Michael. He’s wearing an extra tight all black hoodie, and his favorite snapback, 5 o'clock shadow starting to show. I open the door, greeting him, “Hello, Michael” as I turn away and start walking to the living room.
“Really, already going to be like that and we haven’t even started talking about things yet,” Michael said to me.
“Yes, really. You know how upset I am. I’m not just going to be happy all of a sudden,” stating to him rudely. He just doesn’t understand, that he is throwing his life away so young. Michael seems like the guy that had everything growing up and now he wants nothing but to get into drugs and in trouble.
“Listen, the boys are doing their homework in their rooms so let’s go in the kitchen and sit at the table and discuss things,” I told him, walking to the kitchen.
“Yes, please let’s do that. I need to not be so confused and understand where your head's at,” he said.
“I just don’t see why you think it’s a good idea to do illegal drugs and sell them. I also don’t understand why you have no respect, and do them in other people’s houses. For example, mine right after we had sex, like is this a game to you or something!” exclaiming as he interrupts me.
“You don’t get it. It makes me feel like me, the real me, not this so perfect guy. The one everyone had high hopes for. The guy that had everything handed to him. This is why I moved away; I’m sick of just having it all. I want to struggle, and work for money, house, car. I don’t want perfect or easy, I want to be the poor guy, not the rich kid. I want to be known as the screw up, maybe that changes his life around after he falls down!” he shouts at me.
“Michael, you need to calm down. There is no need for yelling at me. I’m not doing anything to you except trying to help you,” I tell him as I start to tear up.
“You’re right I’m sorry, I shouldn't yell. I just don’t see the problem with doing cocaine. I understand doing it at our house and around your kids. I won't let that happen anymore, I promise. At Scottie’s or during a party I don’t understand why it’s such a problem to do it. I guess I can’t wrap my head around the fact of it being a problem, babe,” he says, trying to give a reason to keep doing cocaine.
“The problem is that it’s illegal, and can kill you. You are throwing your life away doing this and getting involved with dealing and selling. You get caught up one time in the wrong place or deal with the wrong person, you can end up in prison or worse, dead. You moved away as soon as you could, that in itself is showing your family you can manage life on your own. You don’t need to do drugs to prove that to them,” I said to him, pretty much leaving him speechless.
“If you have nothing else to say, I will probably see you at Scottie’s party this weekend. I’m going to get a babysitter for the kids and we’ll see if you clean up your act or not. As for the rest of the week, I would like it to myself and the kids. Don’t bother me for another date this week, if you can clean up your act we can go on one. I still need to repay you for taking my boys out and making sure they had a good time. For that I thank you, but seriously Michael, clean your act up,” I tell him as I walk to the bedroom to check on the boys and their homework.
I hear the door slam, telling the boys, “Everything is fine, just finish up your homework and get ready for bed.”
Chapter 12
Michael
Arriving to Scottie’s early in the morning around 8:00, I settle on the couch, while he brings over about 14 bricks of cocaine, setting them on the coffee table in front of us.
“Remember those two guys that wanted a bunch of cocaine at the ski resort? Well, this is how much they wanted and I'm giving you half of the cut because you brought them in,” he tells me.
“Fucking right on man, that is uplifting for sure, I had a rough night talking to Megan last night,” I say to him. I realize I’m upset at the whole thing with Megan, but yet I’m still around cocaine. I need to figure out what I want, just not sure if I really want to settle down and work at a relationship. That never was my intention this young, but she is a great girl and I enjoy seeing her and her kids.
“She gets upset with you about the cocaine using and selling?” Scottie asks.
“Yeah, she caught me doing it in the bathroom at her place and she was pissed at me and kicked me out. We talked things out last night. She really wants me to just get my head out of my ass I guess. We are just not going to see each other this week until your party.” I can only hope she’ll even want to see me.
“Yeah, she really doesn’t like games so I can see her point, just need to figure it out, man. I really need you helping me in the business but if she doesn’t like you in it, you better figure things out. Also, I’m going to need you to deliver this stuff to their house on your own, I have other places to drop some coke off to,” Scottie said to me.
“Fuck, all right. I can do that; they seemed like pretty chill guys, so hopefully no issues with getting the money from them.”
“You know the drill, carry your gun just to be safe. I am out of here though,” tossing a duffle bag Scottie sa
ys, “Pack everything in this bag, get the money first then leave the bag and everything with them.”
“Got it bro, is it cool if I help myself to some of the extra cocaine you have laying out on the table?” I ask
“Yeah man, go for it as much as you want; be like Scarface if you want!” he tells me.
Scottie walking out the door, I finish packing up the duffel bag with the abundant amount of cocaine. I can't believe these guys want this much cocaine for a party, but hey, as long as we get money I don’t care what they do with it.
Lining up the extra powder Scottie left laying out on the mirror, I quickly take in four lines. Two to each nostril, getting that buzz I need for the day. Shortly after, I start getting the twitches, and the urge of restlessness. Grabbing the duffel bag, I head out the door to go make my delivery.
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Arriving at the guy’s house shortly after realizing I’m way too high on miss snow white to be driving and doing a drug deal. Coming to a stop and popping my trunk open, I exit my car and head to the trunk. Grabbing the bag and walking up to the door, I realize I forgot to grab the pistol from Scottie’s house.
Well, hopefully I have no problems with these guys because if I do, then I’m fucked. I knock on the door three times, the normal courtesy for drug dealing. The door flies open and it’s both of the guys I saw at the ski resort.