by S. Jennings
“Dad said they will drop all charges once I complete this program,” Crystal added.
“See! We’re rich white girls! We get probation or rehab. Only niggers go to jail and only niggers smoke crack!” Kat re-iterated. It was the most Crystal had heard the N-word used in her life. Kat was obviously a racist, but kids in her own neighborhood were far more tolerant. Her friend Darla was dating the black point guard at their school and no one salted an eye.
“Besides, meth is so much better!” Kat proclaimed.
“Better? Then crack?”
“Way better! It lasts longer and you don’t have to go into the ghetto and risk getting shot in your head by some deranged nigger! Or raped. Those niggers love white girls you, know!” Crystal felt a stab of pain at the remark thinking about Black and that lead pipe he called a dick.
“Plus you can snort it, smoke it, lace it or even shoot it,” Kat went on, singing the praises of methamphetamines until Crystal was convinced.
“So can you have Carl bring us some?” She asked excitedly at the prospect of this wonderful drug.
“He won’t bring that in. His ass is scared! He’ll only do pills,” Kat sighed.
“Oxy?” Crystal beamed knowing that would take the edge off for sure. “How much will he charge?”
“Ten for a blow job or twenty for some pussy,” Kat replied matter-of-factly. “But don’t worry. He cums super quick.”
The course began Monday morning just after breakfast. All clients were given a drug test that most failed due to the large amount of drugs that got them there in the first place. They took physicals administered by the medical staff, followed by evaluations by the psychiatric staff. Blood work and I.Q. test were done until lunch. After lunch, the group watched graphic movies on the effects of drugs on the mind and body. Then they all went their separate ways until later in the evening when they meet up for group therapy.
Crystal and Kat sat in the back and cracked jokes as patient after patient got up and spilled their guts. They paid close attention when a pretty girl close to their own age stood to talk.
“Hey y’all. I’m Mandy,” she said in a deep southern drawl that tickled Kat immensely. “Hey Mandy,” the group called back.
“I’m here because I’m an addict. I was using Crystal Meth everyday and it liked to have destroyed me. I ended up selling everything I could to get my hands on it, whether it was mine or not,” she said without pause. “When that failed I even sold my body.” Crystal was so tuned in she almost missed Kat slip out the back. Curious as to what she was up to Crystal followed her out. She saw her duck into an office marked security.
Crystal quietly cracked the door open and saw Kat giving Carl a rather professional looking blowjob. She figured either Carl didn’t have much dick or Kat was a sword swallower because she had her face flush against his crotch. She returned to the meeting just as Mandy finished her speech. Kat was close behind her and reclaimed her seat. The girls joined the applause along with the rest of the teary-eyed group. Had Crystal stayed she too would have cried and her story could have ended right here.
Back at the room, Kat crushed a few of the pills and snorted them with her friend. It wasn’t meth but it would do. High as a kite, the girls giggled until dawn. “It’s gonna be a long day!” Kat griped as the sun popped over the horizon.
It was a long sixty days but they made it through. Crystal looked great and felt better. She may not have beaten her drug addition but thanks to Kat and other veteran addicts, at least she learned how to better conceal it. Now it was time to see what all that meth talk was about.
Chapter 9
Crystal’s stint in rehab ended two weeks before school was set to begin. It was her junior year and she intended to regain her prestige. Mary understood her daughter had a point to prove and said nothing about the revealing clothes she chose to buy as they shopped. It was nothing too outrageous. Just enough to let her peers know that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Johnny’s sex tapes got him in a bunch of trouble since most of the girls were sixteen and seventeen. That, in the state of Georgia, constituted child pornography. His step daddy dentist bought him some probation and sent him to live with a man who was widely believed to be his biological father.
Neither Beth nor Crystal would swallow their pride and the two remained estranged. It didn’t matter because she still had Kat and Kat had pills. Crystal did learn how to get through an entire day sober if she had to. That was something that she was unable to do before rehab. Now she would fix herself a stiff drink and take a hot bath. Occasionally, she would masturbate if she were feeling particularly antsy.
She got a job at the mall over her dad’s objections. He wanted her to take an internship at his firm, but Mary thought she needed to be around kids her own age. It cost her a blowjob for her to get her way and Crystal got the job. The small kiosk she worked for was owned by a handsome Kurdish man named Kamal. It sold hand-crafted jewelry made by relatives in his native Iraq. It only paid ten bucks an hour but Crystal wasn’t there for the pay.
The mall was like a physical Facebook. You had mall friends and
‘liked’ everything they said. It was the place to see and be seen. An added incentive was that Crystal’s new bestie Kat also worked in the small space and with her steady supply of mood altering pills, the jewelry kiosk was the happening booth in the bustling mall. Crystal had fully filled out and was stunning. Not a day went by that droves of men didn’t vie for her eye.
Likewise, Kat, although smaller turned out good as well. She was very pretty and her bright red hair was a sexy contrast to her green eyes. She only popped pills these days. Kat bedded a new guy almost weekly, but Crystal was still reserved. She hadn’t had sex since the incident with Black and his flagpole.
The attention began to get to her and she knew it was time to get laid. She viewed every boy who approached as a potential lover. However, her next lover would not be a boy at all. Kamal was a grown man. Both Kat and Crystal adored and flirted with the handsome olive skin-toned man. He only came through once or twice a week and his wife who made no secret of her distrust and disgust of the two young girls.
As fate would have it, Kat called in sick on the same Saturday afternoon that Kamal visited his business alone. Crystal found every reason to squeeze past him in the small space. She made sure to slowly grind her ass against his crotch when she did. By the third time he was rock hard and Crystal pressed her ass into it. “Mmmm. I’m sorry,” she said seductively. She eyed his stiff crotch. “Did I do that?”
“Be careful little girl,” Kamal warned seriously. “Do not bite off more than you can chew!”
“I don’t bite. I swallow,” Crystal said causing her boss to close shop for the day. The next thing she knew she was in the passenger seat of Kamal’s Mercedes speeding towards a nearby motel. He pulled a vile of coke out and snorted a hit up each nostril. Crystal took the vile when it was passed and quickly snorted it before common sense had the opportunity to speak up.
“Remove your clothing,” Kamal demanded once the door closed behind them. He quickly stripped and shoved his erection in her face. Crystal gave him the blowjob his wife would never do. Arab women were no match orally to Americans. Kamal only lasted a few minutes inside of her mouth. Luckily for Crystal, he quickly regrouped and fucked her to several orgasms of her own.
The two lovers got together as often as his multiple businesses would allow. At least once a week for the next couple of months, they got high then got low. Crystal wasn’t the least bit surprised when her period didn’t come.
Kamal was livid when he found out and blamed her. He gave her a thousand dollars and fired her at once. “You should tell his wife!” Kat fumed. “He’s a grown man. That is so not cool!”
“I’m responsible too,” Crystal said solemnly. Getting pregnant was bad enough but her coke connection was also out the window. “Well, that’s me,” Crystal sighed after her name was called. She took a deep breath, went into the steril
e room, and had an abortion.
Chapter 10
Senior year arrived and Crystal found herself to be focused and sober. As impossible as it would seem to her admirers, she got even prettier. She fielded prom offers from the first day of school. Crystal looked oddly at her phone when Beth’s number appeared on the screen.
“I miss you so much,” Beth blurted. “I can’t believe I let a boy come between us!”
“Me too! I’m so sorry,” Crystal admitted as the tears began to flow.
The old friends spent most of the evening on the phone catching up. By the time they got together the next day, it was as if it had only been a few days that they were estranged. It was just like old times. And those old times consisted of coke and threesomes. This time the lucky guy was the super cool Christopher Johansen. The place where the girls shared their first sexual experience years back with Brad and Johnny became the stage for drug-fueled orgies.
The cocaine stirred something in Crystal that she fought desperately to control. She even found herself driving towards Atlanta to Black’s apartment a few times but fortunately she always managed to abort the mission before getting there. It was also fortunate that Mary was liberal with her valiums. Mary never used crack herself but could vividly recall yearning the powered cocaine for years. She’s even yearn it now if she let it.
One Saturday afternoon, Crystal was desperately and at her wits end. Beth was on an out-of-town shopping trip and she had no one to hang out with. On a whim, she hit up Christopher in hopes of any relief of some sort. “Hey Crystal. Christopher is out of town,” Mr. Johansen said cheerfully over the phone. He had met her several times at his house over the past few months. Once, he even walked in on the kids snorting cocaine and to Crystal’s surprise, he bent over and inhaled a line of his own.
“Oh. Well, ok,” Crystal sighed heavily, trying to figure what she should do next.
“My wife is also gone. If you would like you may come over,” he offered in that sexy eastern European accent of his.
Crystal wasn’t sure why she agreed but she did. She took a refreshing shower and dressed in a sexy under clothes. When she pulled up to the spacious house she paused and reflected. There was no doubt in her mind that she was about to go fuck the father of the boy she had been fucking. Mr. Johansen appeared at the door with a smile that erased her second thoughts and invited her in.
“Hello, young lady,” he greeted punctuating it with a kiss on her cheek. The kiss reverberated throughout her entire body causing her lonely vagina to quiver.
There was no doubt about it now. Mr. Johansen was about to get some pussy! “Hello, Mr. Johansen,” Crystal said shyly.
“Ian please,” he corrected as he led her into the den. “So, I will fix you a drink, no?”
“Fix me a drink, yes,” she giggled. Ian returned with a bottle of wine and a joint of the strongest weed Crystal had smelled or smoked in her life. “I have some free base, would you like?” he offered causing a reaction in Crystal’s body.
Every cell in her body remembered the rush and feeling of grandeur caused by cocaine. The demons she had been dodging surrounded her and demanded she say yes. And she did.
“Sure,” Crystal said barely above a whisper yet loud enough to set her host in motion. He must have ran because seconds later he returned with a silver tray containing crack and all the fixings. A crack kit if you will, complete with a pipe and butane torch. “There is not much so you may indulge,” he offered as he prepared a nice sturdy hit. He handed her the loader pipe and lit the torch.
Crystal closed her eyes and inhaled the hot steam of smoke. He fixed a few more hits until the small amount was exhausted. “We make love now, no?” Ian asked eagerly.
“We make love now yes!” Crystal cheered. The couple stripped in no time and maneuvered themselves into a sixty-nine position. Since they started together it was only fair they finish together both cuming in each other’s mouth.
Ian next introduced her to anal sex and literally fucked the daylights out of her. She felt so good she didn’t realized how much trouble she was in. Crystal fought and lost the battle with Ian and crack for the rest of the school year. They met up once or twice a month at a distant hotel and did the deed. He always brought crack that he wouldn’t smoke and always fucked her in the ass. Always.
Luckily for Crystal, the entire Johansen clan went to Austria for the summer. That meant Bob finally got a chance for his darling daughter to intern at his firm. She was so busy learning the exciting world of law there was little time for anything else. Crystal made up her mind that summer that she intended to follow in her dear dad’s footsteps. She was going to study law.
Chapter 11
“And that’s where your father and I met,” Mary said as she pointed to a building Bob had never been to. The proud parents were giving their freshman daughter a brief tour as they took her to her dorm. “That’s the quad. Some of the best parties were held there,” said Bob, pointing to the building he and his wife had actually met at.
“There, dad!” Crystal exclaimed upon seeing the sign of Jennings Hall. It had been built after Bob and Mary’s tenure so they were unfamiliar with it.
The females rushed inside empty-handed leaving Bob to tote her belongings. Luckily for him, her car loaded with clothes was still at home. They found the room and were taken aback at the couple already there helping their child. It was well known that Crystal was going to have a roommate, they just didn’t know she would be black.
“Oh!” Bob exclaimed as he re-checked the number on the door. “This is room 112?”
“Here we go!” The pretty girl’s pretty mom said sharply.
“He meant nothing we…” Mary began in defense of her husband.
“Hi, I’m Keisha,” the co-ed interrupted sweetly reaching for Crystal’s hand.
“Crystal,” She shook Keisha’s hand, ending the awkward moment created by the adults. Keisha was very pretty and very light, only a few shades lighter than Crystal. She had curly hair that was the same golden hue and hung over of her eyes. Seeing the girls hit it off so easily caused the apprehension to dissipate instantly. After unloading the first load of freshman needs, both parents bid their children farewell and retreated back to the suburbs.
“You know my parents aren’t racist. They’re just…”
“It’s cool. My parents are,” Kiesha laughed. “Not in a hate whitey type of way but just sensitive, almost paranoid about it.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” Crystal said with a smile as she unpacked.
“Hey if you need the room for your boyfriend or anything just let me know,” Keisha reassured.
“No worries there. No men for me.”
“Oh!” Keisha perked up even more. But you’re so pretty.”
“Thanks but I’ve sworn off me, for a while anyway.”
“Same here,” Keisha said. She began to change. Crystal was awed by her flawless yellow skin. She had a stunning figure, featuring full breasts and a round ass that protruded from her skimpy panties. Keisha caught her staring and laughed knowingly. “Yeah we’ll get along just fine.”
Crystal dove head first into her courses and was at the top of her class. Her desire to succeed curbed her desire for drugs. She just kept herself too busy to entertain anything else. Not to mention Keisha oftly expressed disdain for drugs and drug users. That killed the occasional thought of asking if she knew where to score some drugs.
She did well but it couldn’t last. It didn’t. Crystal talked herself into going to one of the campus parties. Hearing so much about the quad, even from here mom, she decided to check it out. One beer led to another and soon Crystal had a decent buzz. The ok looking guy she was dancing with leaned in and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.
“I got a little coke,” he said and off they went. When he said he had a little coke he was not exaggerating. She inhaled the lot of it in two lines. “Hey! You didn’t save me any!” her host griped.
“Tha
t’s all!” Crystal exclaimed in disbelief. It was barely enough to wet her whistle. The door was opened and so wanted to know where she could get more. “Yeah, we snorted most of it earlier,” he explained. “That’s it. It’s over.”