by Winter Scott
My parents wanted to go on a vacation to the Grand Canyon and I thought it was going to be the most boring road trip of my life. I complained the whole way there and my mom and dad were arguing with each other. It was was one of those times I wished I was old enough to stay home by myself.
But when we got to the Grand Canyon, everybody stopped. All we did was stare out into the vastness and appreciate what we had. The canyon was so damn big. Why didn't anybody tell me? We got a kid to take our picture and I had that photo pinned on my wall all the way up to college.
When I got into drugs, I knew my parents were looking for me. I had just up and left, searching for my next fix. I knew I had to live alone. There was no way, I could hide my drug habit from them. And if they ever found out, the disappointment in their eyes would kill me. One day, I spotted one of those missing person flyers nailed to a telephone pole. It was about me.
I almost contacted them that day. I didn't want them thinking I was dead. I wanted to tell them that I was perfectly safe and we'd see each other again someday. But I figured they were better off knowing that I was dead than finding out what their daughter had become.
I wiped the tears away and placed the photo on the nightstand. I took the brand new clothes and the makeup kit into the bathroom. If you ever wondered what a boy's bathroom looked like if he has no one to clean up after him, Brody's bathroom was it. The counters had never been cleaned, cardboard toilet paper rolls were overflowing out of the wastebasket, and hair clippings filled the sink. I would've gagged if I was the Erica from awhile back. But this Erica didn't even use a bathroom anymore. She just pissed and shit in whatever corner was the dirtiest. So I couldn't complain.
I walked in front of the mirror with my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of what I'd see in the reflection. I opened my eyes and choked back the tears. I'd lost so much weight. My cheeks had no color and my eyes were all sunken in and dark. My hair was in knots and I was surprised it wasn't much worse since I never brushed my hair anymore.
I slipped out of my sweat-stained clothes and tossed them on top of the trash in the wastebasket. I'd never wear those again. I inspected my body in the mirror and was shocked. My figure wasn't too bad. I had lost a bunch of weight but it was in all the right places. My breasts looked even bigger now and you could see the beginnings of my collarbone.
I turned on the shower and waited until it was scalding hot. It was going to take a lot of cleaning to get all this dirt and grime off. The steam filled the bathroom as I stepped under the water. I couldn't even remember the last time I actually bathed myself. The warm water hit my head and cascaded down, instantly relaxing me. The water at the bottom of the tub turned a light brown from all the dirt.
I don't even know how long I stayed under that hot water, trying to forget all the wrong choices I'd made. My parents probably believed I was dead. The tears came back again in full force. I dropped to my knees and cried my heart out until there was nothing left. It was all my fault. I couldn't blame Rebecca or the drugs. It was all my choice. Now I needed to make up for all the bad I'd done.
Putting on makeup was a surreal experience. I couldn't believe that I used to do it everyday of my life no matter what. It seemed like such a far off dream. I darkened my eyes and traced my lips with the light red lipstick. I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. Old Erica was standing before me. Could I really become her again?
Chapter Five
Brody
I could hear the shower running from the kitchen and knew that Erica was going to be all right. She'd been through so much but she was strong. Stronger than any woman I'd ever met. The thought crossed my mind of sneaking into the shower with her, slamming her against the glass and taking her rough. My hard cock in my pants agreed with me. She wouldn't be able to resist me.
The eggs in the pan sizzled, distracting me from my fantasy. They were just beginning to brown as I used a spatula to move them around. I hoped she liked her eggs scrambled because that was the only way I knew how to cook them.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Damon again.
I was running out of excuses. I'd have to settle this with him today. I answered the phone while still tending the eggs.
“This isn't like you, Brody. I've been waiting for an update and I get nothing.”
“Sir, I'm working on it as we speak. I visited the dealer's house and he had already skipped town. I'm working with the junkie right now to find out where he's headed.”
Damon inhaled sharply. “No you're done, Brody. I want the junkie brought to me. Russel and I will deal with this now.”
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. There's no way I could take Erica to the Kelly's. When they found out the junkie was a woman, they'd have their couple rounds with her before torturing her to death for information she didn't have. But I had to go along with it. For now.
“Of course, boss. I'll bring the junkie over as soon as I can.”
“Don't fuck this up, Brody.” The line went dead and I shoved my phone in my pocket. I had about twenty-four hours before the Kelly brothers would send their goons after me. I had twenty-four hours to skip town and never look back.
Why the fuck was I risking so much for a chick I didn't even know? This wasn't like me. Not at all. I used sluts and tossed them away after I was done with them. I didn't save girls. I was no hero.
“Everything okay?” a soft voice asked behind me.
I turned around to see a girl I barely recognized. She barely resembled the drug addict I pulled from that shithole apartment. Her long jet black hair was brushed and hung behind her shoulders. The makeup I bought changed her appearance entirely. She no longer had sunken eyes but beautiful brown globes. Erica was dressed in new jeans and a black blouse with a low-hanging neck. The desire to tear off all those clothes and fuck her in the kitchen was overwhelming. My eyes found her cleavage and I lost my grip on the spatula and dropped it into the eggs.
“Shit!” I pulled the spatula out and burned the back of my finger on the pan. “Fuck,” I yelled, sucking on my burnt flesh.
Erica laughed and took control of the spatula. “You wouldn't be able to tell but I used to make a mean omelet.” She folded the eggs over.
I ran my finger under cold water until the pain subsided. “You look really nice,” I choked out, checking out her ass in those tight jeans. Compliments? Now I knew I had become bat-shit crazy.
“Thank you for the clothes. And for everything you've done for me.”
“I didn't do it for you. I needed information and the only way was to sober you up.” I knew it wasn't true the moment it came out of my mouth and she knew it too.
“Well thank you either way.” Erica opened up some cupboards, searching for something. “Do you have any plates?”
I did but they were dirty in the sink. I didn't need plates to eat Chinese takeout every night. “Sorry, nothing clean.”
“No problem. We'll just eat straight out of the pan. Just don't burn yourself again.” Erica winked at me and nudged me with her elbow. How could this be the same girl who was just going through withdrawals?
We sat down at the little kitchen table that was covered in unopened mail and junk. I swiped it all away in one stroke, sending the papers flying to the ground. Erica placed the pan of eggs between us. The first bite tasted dramatically different than any eggs I had ever cooked before. It actually had flavor.
“How did you make this taste so good? Its not like my kitchen is stocked with anything fresh.”
Erica chuckled. “That's for sure. But you'd be surprised what a difference a few spices could do.”
I didn't even know I had any spices. And didn't care because these eggs were delicious.
“So why do you need to find this drug dealer so badly?” she asked.
“It's my job. It's what I do.”
Erica scrapped the pan, filling her fork with the last little bit of eggs. “That's it? That's all the information you're going to give me? Are you a secret agent or something?”
“No nothing like that.” I wasn't sure how much I should tell her. She didn't need to know every aspect of my life. “I work for the Kelly brothers. Pretty much doing anything they ask of me.”
“Like kidnapping an addict and making her go clean?”
I smirked at her. This woman had a mouth on her. And I liked that. “That was just a bonus. This drug shipment they're looking for is very important.”
Erica stared off at the ground. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you where my dealer was right away. I was too scared of never being able to get a fix again.”
I leaned forward and put my hand on hers. There was a sudden jolt between us and the hairs on my arms stuck up. What was this feeling? “Don't worry, you don't need to explain to me. How are you feeling?”
“Like someone drove a tractor around in my head. I still have that urge for a fix but it's fading away. I have it under control now. I realized that I need to live my life.”
The view down her blouse was making my cock throb with desire. I couldn't help myself. I gripped her hand and pulled her towards me, pressing my mouth against hers. Erica's lips were soft tasted sweet.
Erica pulled away for a moment out of shock but returned with fiery passion. My fingers ran through her silky hair, holding her head in place. My tongue slipped past her lips, feeling around. Erica moaned and grabbed onto my arms. I couldn't wait much longer. I had to have her. My balls needed to be drained of every last bit of seed.
I broke away from the kiss, my breath finally returning. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
Erica looked back at me with dreamy eyes and she simply nodded. I whisked her off her feet and carried her through the hallway. It was a lot easier than carrying her when she was unconscious and limp.
Nothing could stop me now from taking what was mine.
Erica
The kiss had surprised me. But deep down it's what I always wanted. I'd been kissed many times before but not like this. This was different. This kiss was what I'd always seen happen in the movies. Was this what my life had become—a movie? Drug addict saved by a bad guy and falls for him. Sounded like the cheesiest movie ever. But it was my movie.
When Brody asked me to go the bedroom, I knew it was finally time. Time to become a real woman. There was no turning back now, Erica. I couldn't believe it was going to happen.
Brody carried me through the halls and I could feel his rippling muscles enveloped around me. He gently placed me on the bed and kissed me again. His blue eyes drilled into mine. I never wanted him to stop. His lips needed to be stitched to mine.
I tugged at his jeans, pulling him close to the edge of the bed. I bit down on my bottom lip and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. I had done this many times before, but not like this. The bulge in his pants was enormous. I couldn't help but stroke his long shaft, forcing Brody to moan. The sticky wetness between my thighs was telling me to go for it.
“Baby, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my hard cock.” His words made me ooze even more.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly until his black boxer briefs were exposed. His big manliness was only hidden by a thin layer of fabric. “I want to make you feel good,” I breathed, pulling his boxers down. His humongous cock flung out like a spring, resting on my lips. I reached out with my wet tongue and ran it over his tip. Brody shivered as I ran my tongue down his length until I reached the base. He was so long and thick that he'd barely fit in my mouth.
Brody's fingers combed through my hair. “I can't take anymore teasing, Erica.”
I smiled and looked into his eyes with desire before shoving his entire cock down my throat. Brody screamed my name, holding tightly onto my head. I stroked his shaft with my free hand while bobbing my head up and down on his meat. He tasted so damn good. I never wanted to stop. The heat between my legs was intense. Brody would have to fuck me soon. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.
Brody pulled his cock out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Whoa, baby. You need to slow down or I'll come too fast. Your lips feel so fucking good around me but there's something I want more.”
I pulled the black blouse over my head and crawled backwards on the bed. “What do you want?” I asked.
Brody replied with a knowing smile. I could get lost in that smile all day. Brody pulled his shirt over his head and I lost my breath at his chiseled body. Tattoos covered every inch of his arms and chest. All sorts of designs: dragons, guns, and half-naked women. There was so much to look at, it was mesmerizing.
Brody pounced on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and bare shoulders to my chest. He deftly unlatched my bra and tossed it to the side, licking his lips at the sight of my breasts. “Anybody ever tell you, you have the best pair of tits.” Brody buried his face in my cleavage. He bit hard and chewed on my nipples until they became erect. I held his head against my chest, holding back whimpers.
I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him again. The passion was immense and overpowering. My brain could barely function. All I could think about was getting fucked by this bad boy. I knew I wouldn't last very long under him. “I can't wait any longer, Brody. I need you inside me now.”
Brody bit my bottom lip while peeling off my jeans. My brand new black panties were just waiting to be removed. Brody tugged on them until they snapped and tore into pieces. Luckily he bought me multiple pairs. Brody threw the pieces off the bed and spread my legs. His finger grazed against my wetness. I held my breath in anticipation. This was it.
“You're so ready,” Brody said, sucking on the same wet finger. He positioned himself on top, his hips forcing their way between my thighs. His tip was knocking at my door and I bucked against him, trying to force him inside. Brody wanted to torture me. He wanted me to beg for it.
“Please...fuck me,” I whispered.
Brody thrust into me, filling me completely with his thick and long cock. The pleasure hit me sharply just like injecting with heroin—but more clean and intense. I'd never felt this way before. No high was better than this.
Brody pounded in and out, our breaths matching each other. Every thrust sent me overboard, my body reeling with ecstasy. I couldn't last any longer.
“I want you to come for me, baby. And scream my name when you do it.”
The passion reached its peak and unleashed like an avalanche. I came hard, screaming Brody's name over and over again. My body bucked beneath him but Brody held me in place while he continued to fuck me senseless. I wanted to feel like this forever. Never stopping, not for a moment.
“You're so big inside me,” I whimpered.
Brody crashed into me over and over. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Erica. Every second inside you feels like I'm coming again and again.” I held onto his strong arms and wrapped my legs around his back, pushing him deeper within me. My voice was gone as I tried to scream from the massive hit of pleasure.
“Will you come with me, baby?” I nodded and focused all my attention on the building pressure between my thighs. It needed to be released. The thought of Brody coming inside me sent me over the edge. Brody grunted as he fucked me harder and harder until he finally found his release. The sensation of his cum filling me to the brim felt like no other.
I let go at the same time, my body quaking from the orgasm. Brody pumped in and out, our pleasure becoming one. We screamed at the top of our lungs, holding onto one another. Did this moment ever have to end?
The ecstasy subsided and Brody fell down on top of me, my chest heaving him up and down. He slowly pulled out and his juices ran out of my pussy. The relaxing bliss I felt was like nothing else. I felt like I was glowing.
Brody rolled off and to the side, bringing me over into his arms. I rested my head against his hard chest and listened to his heart beat. A steady drum pounding into my ear.
“That was beyond words,” I was finally able to say.
Brody ran the nails of his fingers around my ear. “That was your first time, wasn't it?�
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My whole body became crimson red. I didn't want to make a move. How did he know? I must have been terrible. He was used to girls doing certain things and I just didn't have the experience yet. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I didn't want to ruin the moment. Was I that bad?”
Brody pulled me up until our eyes met. “Baby, you were incredible. That was the fucking best sex of my life. Your pussy was so damn tight it felt like it was choking my cock. In fact we're going to go again. I can't wait another minute without being inside you.”
“Again?” I gulped. My legs were already becoming sore. Could I even come a third time?
Brody made me come two more times before I couldn't handle anymore. My body and mind had hit its limit. But he felt so good inside me. Better than anything else. I could do away with drugs forever if I could feel that big man between my legs every night.