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Lina
I went to the corner 7/11 store at least three times a day; once on my way to work to buy a cup of coffee and powder donuts. By lunch I would return and buy a soda or a bag of chips, my final stop going home to buy something to drink. The store was a couple minutes walk from where I worked; I could have gone 10 times a day if I felt like it. Then one rainy morning I walked in the store with my rain coat and umbrella ready for my coffee dose, there she was standing behind the counter, a girl with an Indian appearance. At first I thought, “She’s probably part of the Table Mountain tribe!” I got my coffee and powder donuts and approach the counter, “Hi, good morning,” I said. “Hello, how you doing today?” she replied. “Kind of wet,” I commented. “Me too,” she said. A dirty thought cross my mind, but then I did notice her clothe were soaking. “I forgot my umbrella at home, I thought I had it in my car, but I guess not!” Her eyes were wide and a pretty brown, short and petite, with long hair down to her butt. A pretty ass, if you tell me! With here 5” inch heels, she stood 5’5”…”My name is Lina,” she said, extending her hand, “Sergio, pleasure to meet you,” I replied, shacking her hand too, she had a firm shake! Her guard was already up! I had not made a move yet, and she was feeling my intentions already! But something told me, those were her intentions too.
I was smoking Camels and dope at the time, my world revolved around women, drugs, and rock-n-roll, along with other music. Money came and went, so I never had any, but I did have the drugs! I wanted Lina and I was going to break all the rules of lust to be (sleep) with her. The three times a day became five; the other two times was just to go and burn time with her and talk, get to know her! She had the most beautiful angel smile, and her scent turned me into a wolf, every time I saw her, all I wanted to do was have sex with her all over the store, in every position the Kama Sutra had. Her aura was strong, very intriguing. I had my eye on her, something about her I had to explore. One day on my way home I built the courage to ask her out. At the time, I had no car, took the bus or got a ride to work every day, so I told her that, but I did mention I had my own place with a roommate and if she wanted too and did not have any plans that evening she could stop by and kick it. It was a Friday evening; I figured the answer was NO, because maybe she had prior engagement with her friends. To my surprise she said, “Yes, I can do that, why not! You seem like a cool person, and truthfully I really have no friends.” “What time should I stop by?” I told her about 8pm, gave her my address and phone number. “It’s going down tonight!” I thought to myself. I left with a big grin.
When I got home I called my dope dealer to bring me a fresh bag of ice. I had cold beer waiting, weed, a little bit of dope left, but salvation was on its way. The night came; I was ready, showered, shaven, and ready to party! My roommate was gone by the time Lina came over, she got there right on time, no later, no sooner. I opened the door, “Come inside,” I said. She was wearing tight pants and tennis shoes, with a low top; she looked relaxed, comfortable, and very sexy. We sat on the couch and started drinking, I asked her if she smoked weed and said yes. This is where the night became interesting. About a six pack into the night, I knew and felt like this girl played a role like me, so I asked, “Do you party?” “You know, smoke dope.” I was not surprised she had her own dope. “I do, but I do not have a pipe,” she answered. “I got you,” I confirmed. She was nocturnal like me; two addicts sharing our hope (dope). The pipe we smoked from was not of peace, but destruction; this is how we functioned. The night became younger and our conversation deep, the influence was tweaked. Nevertheless, at this point we were beyond tweaked, she confessed she had not slept in two day, I followed with a four days no sleep confession. She mentioned how she was in a car accident recently and how her little grey Cavalier had flipped over more than five times on Highway 99, south of Visalia, Ca. Somehow religion became the topic; as I found out in my tweaking years that God just happens to always be part of dope addicts’ conversations!! What I felt from her now was more than her addiction, there was an inner pain haunting her and in this conversation of God and sinners, she was becoming undone. “Do you believe in God?” I asked…”NO!” she firmly said. Before she can say ‘why’, I already felt the answer. I hinted towards an abuse, she nodded ‘yes’. “My uncle rapped me when I was 10!” she said, and then she began to cry.
My touch was cold, yet she let me approach her…I began to comfort her, she was vulnerable, and I knew that, but I wanted her, and I can feel her wanting me. I dried her tears and gave her a kiss; she kissed me back, and pulled me to her. We lay on the couch contemplating her emotions, she could feel my emotion in my groin, and she pressed against my feeling. We did not talk more about her abuse as a child, I can tell we were over that conversation already, her moans confirmed she wanted more of this night, than remembering her pains and sorrows. We ended on the floor, then my bedroom, we had sex all night long, until 12 noon of the next morning. We both had the weekend off, she had brought extra clothe for the weekend like she knew she was not going home, I asked her to stay with me, she agreed! Truthfully, all we did that weekend was fuck, drink, smoke weed, eat a little bit, smoke dope, and fuck, fuck, fuck!! Our relationship became consensual and addicting! The sex was great and raw, sweaty and lasted for ever; two dope addicts fucking on meth. We started hanging out around friends; they liked her, because they did not know her dirty little secret. Her attraction towards me was becoming more Dearing, I had never intended to be more than just fuck friends, but she was taking her feelings to a higher level. I noticed she would smoke less dope or none around me, at times she mentioned how she was scared that I would not stop smoking dope. She came over one night and wanted to take me to the movies, I was strung out, coming down, with no dope to smoke, and horny as fuck!! I told her “yes,” but first I wanted some. We went to my room and I undressed her, sat her on my cock and watched her go up and down the pole. As you may guess, I was tired, and slightly wired. When I busted I had no energy at all, she saw how sluggish I was as I walked to the living room couch. She started kissing me again, grabbing my cock and saying, “What? You’re tired now.” “I’ll let you fuck me again, but first you have to go and see a movie with me.” I said, “I’m too tired, can you go alone?” At that moment the stare in her eyes were darker than my soul, she got up, the last thing she said was, “Whatever,” and walked out the door. That was the last time I saw or heard of Lina. As I sat there on my couch, I realized how much this girl really liked me, how I was able to break her guard down, and enjoy her body more than her mind. I felt like a rapist, because although I did not rape her like her uncle did, I had raped her mind and spirit! Will she ever love again, maybe not! But I am sure she will fuck again.
