The Craving Never Goes Away (closed)

[zydrate]

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Nicole Mason

The craving was still there. Day and night...

It was never going to go away.

At least that's what I was told. And so far, they had been right...

Who were 'they'? They were the assholes from my drug addiction group. And to tell you the truth, they were starting to get on my nerves. All this talk about how God is the answer.

It's God's will.

So, OK, I can blame God for letting this happen to me? Blame Him for letting him choose this path for me? Great! Now I feel better.

This must what it feels like to sin all week and go to church to beg for forgiveness.

Idiots.

All I was trying to do was get through each day by trying to ignore that craving for drugs---weed...coke...X...

But here I was, pretending everything was good in life...my co-workers didn't know the internal struggle I was going through to get through each day so I just pasted a fake smile upon my features and politely turned them down on their offers to include me in their after work activities...such as happy hour or partying during the weekend. No, I couldn't even go do that for fear of something happening to where I ended up addicted again.

I had made it through another day of living and now, I found myself at another meeting at the drug rehab clinic...here to talk about how we made it through another week of not using drugs...

One day at a time Nicole...one day at a time...

 

[The_J0k3R]

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Tommy Harrison


When Tommy had arrived in Albuquerque for business, he had known he would have a lot of free time on his hands. He was there to oversee a construction project at the University of New Mexico. He had rented a small house to stay in for the year-long project.

He had only been there for a few weeks, and the local bar scene was already getting old and stale. He had, of course, found a few hook-ups for his peculiar needs, but what Tommy really wanted was a proper partner to share in the fun. All the girls he had met so far were insufferable bores. The hot ones especially. That was when he recalled a particular hook-up from several years back.

He had been trying to get clean, get off the drugs. Mostly because he hadn't learned yet how to handle them properly. He had started going to Narcotics Anonymous meetings. Hell, it even worked for a little bit. Until he met Andrea, that is. She was smoking hot, and they both had that craving. The attraction was immediate from across the room. It hadn't taken long for them to get back to their old ways, together. And it had been amazing. He was hooked worse than ever.

How many NA groups were there in Albuquerque? Google was his friend in locating them. He tried a few, giving the same old story when it was his turn to share, but there was never anyone there that remotely turned him on.

That is, until he tried the meeting at Cliffside Baptist...

 

[zydrate]

"So Nicole, how about you tell us your story?" I heard Pastor James say my name which made me look up from my seat. I had the hood of my sweat jacket on and pulled it off, letting my red hair fall freely around my shoulders.

I could only give the pastor a smile and I shook my head, "No...I'm not ready..." I said quietly. OK, so maybe I was ready but I really didn't want to be here tonight. I was only here because it was a deal between myself and my parents. Get clean, stay clean and keep my job while they continued to help me financially with keeping my apartment and my car.

"Are you sure Nicole? It's been several weeks since-"

"No, no... next time, I promise." He was probably going to tell my parents about me not cooperating.

"I guess that's it for tonight. I know we have a some new members but I promise, if you return on Thursday, we'll continue. Thank you and good night everyone."

I hadn't realized I was playing with the zipper on my hoodie as I got up and pushed my way through the groups that stayed after to talk and socialize. All I wanted to do was to get home and-- I ran into something hard...well, someone. Looking up at the man before me, I gave him a faint smile, "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I said before trying to more around him.

Making it outside, I stood on the steps of the church and took a deep breath of relief. Looking up at the stars, I wondered if it was worth coming back next time...

 

[The_J0k3R]

Nicole. Her name was Nicole. I committed that immediately to memory, as soon as the pastor had called on her near the end of the meeting. I had been keeping my eye on her all night, though I hadn't been obvious about. Just keeping her in my peripheral vision. Stealing glances when I knew I could. We had locked eyes a couple times.

She was gorgeous. Curvy in all the right ways. At first I thought she was a tourist, or a college kid doing research for a class project. But when I saw the way she fidgeted under pressure, the restlessness, the nerves that were frayed beyond repair, I knew she was legit.

I had a hunch that she wasn't going to stick around to chit-chat at the end of the night, and it was no accident that she ran headlong into me as she scrambled for the exit. "It's okay," I replied to her rushed apology, and then she was moving on, quickly.

I had no interest in sticking around, either. The only reason I was really here, at this point, had just walked out the door. I was about thirty seconds behind her, and found her outside the door, looking up.

I sniffed, hard, when the door shut, knowing full well the sound might trigger certain druggie memories in her. Then I lit a cigarette.

"Smoke?" I asked her, simply, coming up beside her.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Written via email

Nicole


I heard the church doors open behind me and I flinched inwardly but didn't move. If it was Pastor James, I didn't want to seem like I was running away from him.

Instead I heard a deep inhale and without having to turn around, I realized it wasn't him. Whomever it was, I felt them come up next to me and then speak... offering me a smoke. Relief washed over me as I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding while I nodded and took the offered cigerette. "Thanks.." I said before placing the cigarette in my mouth and taking the offered light from the lighter the guy was holding. I looked up at him as I lit my cig and inhaled the nicotine deeply, "It's not the same but it'll do.." I said as I finally really looked at the guy, "You're new... I haven't seen you here before," I said as I took another long drag, "It's just, I've been coming here a long time and haven't seen you around."

*****

Tommy


"It's never the same," I responded, pocketing my lighter in my jacket pocket. "And yeah, I'm new. Just got to town a few weeks ago. But I'm not new to the program," I explained. I took a drag off my own smoke. The slight buzz with which I'd arrived at the meeting had worn off half an hour ago.

"I'm Tommy," I said, offering her my hand. "Nicole, right?"


*****

Nicole


"I hear that," I said before taking his hand and shaking it, "yeah....Nice to meet you Tommy..."

"New to town?" I made a face and smiled, "What in the world for?" I asked as it always amazed me what it was that brought people to the city.

*****

Tommy


"I'm a construction project manager," I said. "My company has part of the University's expansion project, so they sent me here to oversee part of it." I took another drag, sucking in the smoke.

"What do you do?" I asked, glancing over at her again. Even with the big baggy hoody covering her, I could tell she had a great body. But I couldn't get ahead of myself. These things take time. And I had plenty to spare.

*****

Nicole


I nodded as I listened to him when I took a step back and leaned against the railing, my jacket falling open, "No shit?! I work there too... well, at least in the day surgery admitting department." I leaned both elbows on the railing after taking a drag, not realizing it jutted my breasts out of my jacket, as I looked at Tommy. He was older than me but he was cute.. well, handsome really. I looked at his hand for a wedding ring as he smoked his cigarette. There was none but that didn't really mean anything...

Finishing up, I held out my hand to him, "Thanks for the smoke Tommy, maybe I'll see you again at the next meeting."

*****

Tommy


I watched as she leaned back. I wasn't sure if she was putting her rather impressive tits on display purposefully or not, and aside from a sweeping glance over her chest, I managed to avoid openly ogling her.

The campus hospital expansion was a big project, but it wasn't so big that it would be impossible to run into her at some point. "Well, I'll keep an eye out for you," I said to her, shaking her hand once more.

"But hey... are you gonna be all right? You seemed a little frazzled in there. I know this all can be hard. It helps to have someone you can trust to reach out to sometimes though."

*****

Nicole


He was right. It helped to have someone to talk to... I could talk to my parents but that wouldn't help ... They tried to understand but they admitted they were embarrassed by what I had done with getting involved with drugs.

"Thanks..." Before turning away, I stopped and looked at him, "if you want someone to show you around, find me at the hospital..."

*****

Tommy


I watched as she walked away, and then stopped and turned to face me. She really was a stunningly beautiful young woman. I wasn't sure how old she was, but certainly mid-twenties... a far cry from my own forty-two years. Whatever the drugs were that she had gotten involved in that led her here, they certainly hadn't taken much of a toll on her body at all.

Her mind, however, was probably another story entirely. And that's what I wanted to dig into.

I nodded at her suggestion, reaching into my pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes, and my wallet. I took out one of my business cards from my contractor, and quickly scribbled my personal cell phone number on the back of it.

"And if you need someone to talk to, vent to, whatever... call me, text me, whatever works best for you," I said, offering her the card. "Anytime at all. Especially when the cravings... when the cravings get bad. I know how it is."

*****

Nicole


And man, did the cravings get bad... at least someone understood, I thought as I walked back up the steps and took the card from him, "Thanks..." I said as I looked at the card and up at him, I was going to say something else but just then the doors to the church opened and a few people started to come out. I guess chit-chat time was up.

The last thing I wanted to do was have the Pastor come out and want to talk to me about skipping intros tonight. So I waved the card at Tommy and nodded, "Thanks again, really," before turning and bounded back down the steps and heading toward my car.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I watched Nicole saunter away, admiring her butt as she left. It was nice and thick and round, filling her pants perfectly. I could easily envision it bouncing up and down on my cock, and that thought was more than enough to cause a bit of a rush of blood to my loins.

I lit another cigarette and headed down the steps; my truck was parked in the other direction from her's. If I didn't hear from her, I'd see her at the next meeting, I was sure. And if she didn't make the meeting, I'd seek her out at the university hospital. I went home, smoked a small bowl of weed, soothing my demons for the evening, and went to bed...

 

[zydrate]

Everything was going OK...so far.

I had stopped to get something to eat and when I got home, I could smell it... not the food but the familiar smoke.. fucking neighbors...

God, how I wanted some so bad and even with that small hit of smell, it brought a rush of memories back. Although my time with drugs hadn't been extensive, it had been enought to make me want them again and again.

Needless to say, that night, I didn't sleep well that night. And the next morning, wow...

I got to work late and from then on, the whole day went to shit. During one of my breaks, I had to go out back to the building and get some fresh air and by the time the day ended, I clocked out a little earlier than usual. I just wanted to get home...

 

[The_J0k3R]

I started my day in the usual manner: a couple hits of weed before I even got out of bed, make coffee, bathroom, fix breakfast, drink coffee, and then a fat line of cocaine before I walked out the door.

I got to the jobsite and dealt with a dozen emails from different subcontractors, then walked the project. Meeting, meeting. Questions, answers. All the while, maintaining my buzz with little sniffs of coke and hits of weed on the downlow.

Nobody ever knew. I displayed no outward signs of "highness" at all. I was a fully-functional addict. Frankly, I loved it.

It wasn't until the end of the day when I randomly spotted Nicole, en route to her car, leaving work. I almost went over to her, but decided against it. I'd let her come to me, if she needed. I had seen the bit of desperation in her eyes at the meeting last night. She was fiending, bad, for a fix. Anything.

And of course, I'd be there to help her through it, but she might not like my methods...

 

[zydrate]

Drugs were easy to come by in this city. I could probably get any kind of drug delivered to my door in less than thirty minutes because I still had...connections.

Yet, I didn't use them. I could have tonight instead, I found myself in my car, which was parked in the church's parking lot as I waited for tonight's meeting to start in about five minutes. Again, there was the social gathering that usually started about 30 minutes before the meeting. You would grab a cup of coffee and perhaps a cookie... No, I preferred to wait in the car until the last possible minute before going in.

I had my iPhone hooked up to my car's system and had S.O.A.D. blasting like nothing. Music helped me a lot these days....especially System...yeah, they weren't the big thing anymore but their music helped me cope with my demons lately.

Of course I could just leave. But I wanted to see if Tommy was going to be here tonight again. He seemed nice and I still had his card and number with me. I hadn't used it because well...I just met the guy and yeah he knew what I was feeling, he was still a stranger. The last time I trusted a stranger...well... but no, that didn't count because I knew better now. I was trying my damnest to stay clean these days but every day was a struggle.

Before coming here tonight, I had stopped by my apartment and changed from my scrubs to a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a white tshirt with a black bra underneath. I wore my zippered hoodie like a shield as I walked into the church and to the little meeting room to the side. They had started and so I quickly found a seat near the back and could feel Pastor James' disapproving eyes follow me as he kept talking. Oh good, I missed the starting prayer.

When it came my turn to talk, I passed it up again. In fact, I had zoned out a couple of times during the meeting but made no apologies for it. A couple of times I made eye contact with Tommy, once I gave him a quick smile...

Once the meeting was over, I heard the Pastor call after me but I ignored him as I left the meeting, again not sticking around for the mingling afterward.

 

[The_J0k3R]

There was another meeting tonight. I made sure to fill both nostrils with coke before leaving for it. There was a certain surreal element to sitting in those NA meetings, buzzing hard, good and high, while all those other sad fuckers sat there desperate for a hit of anything at all.

Nicole was hard to miss, even in the parking lot, with her angry music blaring. I opted not to interrupt her on my way inside. I was way more into the blues anyway.

She was making eyes at me all through the meeting, and I met them with a burning desire. I wanted that young woman, in ways she would soon understand. Her ample chest bulged out the hoodie she wore; as much as she tried to conceal herself, somehow it only made her that much more attractive to me. I could envision ripping it off her.

My turn came around to share. "Hi, I'm Tommy. I've been clean for almost four years now." Scattered, short clapping at my lie. "I, uh... I was mostly into cocaine. It was a daily thing..." I started in on my story. It was honest enough that it was easy to tell, but of course left out plenty of details, and changed some things around. It really didn't matter, in the end. The whole point in telling it was to get Nicole salivating at the thoughts I was sharing. The late nights, the hook-ups, the parties, the wild life, the glorious highs, the feelings of power and lust.

It seemed to work, as she stammered at her turn, refusing to share. I could see her fidgeting, toying with her zipper, and then she was out the door as soon as the meeting was over.

I followed her out the door. "Hey!" I called after her. "Nicole!" My voice was a determined growl to get her attention.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Another email exchange post




Nicole

I stopped when I heard my name called. Turning around, I saw Tommy and gave him a forced smile, "Hey, Tommy..." It was all I could muster as I took a step back, "I really need to go..." I had to get my mind off of what he was talking about in there because he described exactly what it was like when I used to 'party'.


*****

Tommy


I could tell she was in a bad way. Hungry. Desperate.

"You're gonna fucking relapse, and soon, if you don't open up and fucking talk to somebody," I said to her, point blank, coming right up in front of her.

*****

Nicole


I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Nodding, I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket, "I know but I don't want to bare my soul in front of...them..."


*****

Tommy

I sniffed hard at that, getting a bit of remnant cocaine that had been stuck in my nostril up into my head. That was a nice little pick-me-up.

I sneered. "What makes you think you're better than any of them?" I demanded.


*****

Nicole


I shook my head, ignoring his tone, "I never said I better than them."

With that I turned my back on him, "I don't need anyone, so just let me be...I'm handling it just fine."

*****

Tommy


I followed after her, coming up beside her.

"The hell you are. You're weak. If you don't open up, you'll break. What were you on, anyway?"


*****

Nicole


"I am not weak," I said, taking offense to that before stopping and turning to face him. I took a deep breath again before answering him, "fine....I got hooked on coke... First it was a little weed and then perc... After that coke. I almost, almost worked up to heroin, but stopped just short of it when I got caught by the cops..."


*****

Tommy


I nodded. "See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" I asked her with a little smirk on my face.

"Got busted, huh? I was wondering if that was why you were here. How long have you been sober?"

*****

Nicole


"6 weeks..." I said and leaned against someone's car, "and yes, that's why I'm here... But it's not court ordered, more like father ordered.... He's the police chief for the city PD."

"His buddies caught me... Everything was kept under the radar so now, I have to stay clean or else...." I didn't need to finish the rest.

*****

Tommy

I raised an eyebrow when she said her father was chief of police. That immediately registered as a huge red flag. I should have walked away right then and there, if I valued my life at all.

Apparently I liked to live dangerously.

"Six weeks, huh," I mused. "That must feel like forever."


*****

Nicole


"Sometimes... But I think coming here twice a week makes it harder."

It was true, all the talk about drugs made me want them more, so this didn't help at all. Maybe it did for some, but not me.

I pushed away from the car, "I should get going..."

*****

Tommy


I looked down at her as she pushed away from the car. Nervous, almost twitchy, on edge. She was about to break.

"You're gonna go get high, aren't you?" I asked her quietly, leaning in close to her, almost close enough for those big tits to brush against my chest. Almost.

"If I put a line in front of you, you'd do it in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?"

*****

Nicole


I didn't answer. Instead I shook my head and closed my eyes as I felt him so close to me, "No. I said....I promised I could clean up on my own...."

But he might be right... If I had a line in front of me, I'd do it... I could feel my mouth almost water at the thought as I took a step back from him.... It was all too tempting and he wasn't making it easy. "I have to go."


*****

Tommy


I could see her nearly lick her lips at the thought of doing a line.

"Nobody gets clean alone," I told her, matter-of-factly. "You'll never make it if you don't face your addiction."

*****

Nicole


"What do you mean face my addiction?" I asked, my interest piqued.

*****

Tommy


I looked down at her from above. "You're running away from your problems. That's what got you into drugs in the first place. Am I right? That escape. Forget about everything and just get fucking high."

I lit a cigarette, and held one out for her. "Smoke?" I offered.

*****

Nicole


I took the offered cigarette but didn't answer him. What he was saying...."That doesn't make sense..." I said after had it lit, "the whole point is staying off the shit, isn't it?"

I took a deep drag and looked ​up at him.

*****

Tommy


I took her refusal to answer my question as an affirmative. She couldn't even admit that much! I shook my head.

"No. The whole point is to be able to live your life to the fullest without having to get high to enjoy it. When was the last time you went out and had a good time with your friends?"

*****

Nicole


"I can even remember.." I said truthfully, "I don't have many friends left after...." I said, hoping he'd know what I meant.

"And who says I'm not living my life to the fullest?"

Yeah, I was lying to myself. I wasn't living. I was surviving each day. "Look, all I want is the craving to go away. Until then, this is where I'm stuck at..." I said, pointing to the church.

*****

Tommy


I could see right through her indignant "who says" remark. I took a drag on my cigarette.

"The cravings never go away," I said. I shook my head. "I hope you like this church. You'll never leave it."

With that, I turned away from her, heading towards my car, taking another drag. "Call me when you're ready to live again."

*****

Nicole


"Wait!! What do you mean they'll never go away?!"

I walked after him and got in front of him, "You still have them as bad as the first time?" This was nothing like I was told by the pastor... "I thought it got easier with time! I was told it gets easier!!"

*****

Tommy

I chuckled at her, taking another drag before flicking it away.

"I don't know if it ever gets easier," I said. "You work in a hospital, so maybe you'll understand this. When someone is sick, do you just treat the symptoms, or the disease?"

*****

Nicole


I had dropped my cigarette when I went after him, "the disease of course..." By now, I was breathing heavily, anticipating what he was implying.... I had to hear it...

*****

Tommy


I looked over at the church, and then back at her. "This place, it only treats the symptoms."

I looked at her, watching out of curiosity as understanding dawned on her. At least, the beginning of the understanding that I wanted her to have...

*****

Nicole


He was right.

I could only nod as I stared at the church. Biting my bottom lip, I look up at Tommy, "it's all I know...Why do you go? To the meetings I mean....How do you handle the cravings?"

*****

Tommy


I smirked. "I faced them, I beat them," I told her.

"I control them," I said. "Not the other way around."

"I come here because sometimes it helps to remember where I came from, how I used to be. And sometimes, you get lucky and find someone who you can actually help."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Nicole


"I wish I could do that... Control them ..."

When he said finding someone to help, I looked at him, "you think you can help me, Tommy?"

*****

Tommy


I nodded, and then reached out to her, my hands finding her hips. I nodded.

"Yes," I said. "But you have to... open yourself up." I looked into her eyes. "It won't be easy. Easy is just coming here and sulking and pretending to give a fuck."

I let go of her, turned a bit, and opened the passenger door to my truck. "Get in. I'd like to take you up on your offer to show me around."

*****

Nicole


I should have said no... I wasn't up for playing host but maybe... just maybe I needed to stop thinking that way. "OK," I said as I got into his truck.

As he walked around to get in on the other side, I fastened my seat belt, "Well, there's not too much to see, the construction down town is a bitch and with it being Thursday..." I trailed off as I got lost in thought, "Wait...I know where to go to show you the whole city."

*****

Tommy


"Sounds good," I replied. "Lead the way."

She guided me as I turned out of the parking lot, down side streets, and up towards the Albuquerque hills.

"So, I can't help you without knowing your story. Why did you start getting high?" I asked her as I drove us upwards.

*****

Nicole


I had to laugh, "Oh God, my story...it's rather pathetic..." but the look he gave me... well, "OK... I met Travis at a concert for some of the local bands and we hit it off pretty good. I mean, I've always done a little weed, but he introduced me to the percs and eventually, some coke. It was a good ride, we had a good year together until we got caught one night after a concert. We had left a party and were pulled over..."

I shrugged and looked out the window, "Not as dramatic as one would think. Not breaking bad worthy, but it was serious enough for my family to intervene and make me go to rehab. So... here I am."

*****

Tommy


I listened to her story, and suspected there was a lot more to it than that. I raised an eyebrow as I glanced over at her.

"So all this... over a boy?" I pondered out loud. It sounded pretty pathetic when I put it like that.

"Why don't you just find a new boyfriend and put it all behind you?" I asked.

*****

Nicole


"Turn here.." I said as the road we were about to get onto would lead us to a small hill that over looked the city.

"Not all just for a guy... more like all for the parties... the music... the people."

I was quiet for a while as we parked, "I don't know..." It was true, I didn't know... or maybe I did and didn't want to say.

*****

Tommy


I followed her directions, and found a parking spot overlooking the city as I listened to her reasons. I could hear the bullshit. I shut the engine off and turned to look at her.

"So, the parties, the people, the music," I repeated. "Or maybe it was just the sex," I said, my eyes locked with hers. "It was fucking amazing when you were blitzed, wasn't it?"

*****

Nicole

"It was..." I answered wistfully. Yeah, it really was. Fucking while high as shit... God, I missed that.

Looking over at the city below us, I leaned against the front of his truck, my hands in my pockets, "Fine, I admit it. The sex was fucking great." Just saying that out loud seemed to take a lot off of me. But that didn't mute the craving, in fact, it seemed to increase my craving for a good fuck.

*****

Tommy


I glanced over at her as I lit a cigarette. It was easy to see that she was recalling things, memories. Perfect. Triggering all those neglected receptors, making the cravings worse.

"Good sex can be hard to come by, even without the drugs," I mused. "And great sex... well, that's a high all its own." I blew the smoke out and looked at her, catching her eye. "And just as addictive."

I turned away, looking back to the city. "Helluva view."

*****

Nicole

I could only nod... at both the comment about great sex and about the view of the city. I was lost in my own thoughts as I looked at the glittering lights below.

After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up, "You're right..." I didn't look at him, "If I had a line in front of me, I'd probably do it."

*****

Tommy


I looked over at her when she finally spoke, admitting her weakness. I sniffed hard. I was due for... something.

"That's the first step," I said. "Admitting you're weak."

I took a deep breath. "If you want to really be able to live again, you've got to be able to have it right in front of you, and walk away from it."

*****

Nicole


I flinched.... I didn't like that word 'weak'.

"That's the thing... I'm not sure I can walk away..." With a hard sigh, I just shrugged, "I should be heading out now."

*****

Tommy


I nodded in understanding, and we got back in the truck. We both had to be at work in the morning, after all. I drove her back to her car at the church, and parked on the street next to the parking lot.

I looked at her. "You'll never be free until you can walk away from it when it's in front of you," I told her. "I can help you get there, but you're gonna have to trust me."

*****

Nicole


At first I didn't get out as I listened to him... I nodded as I opened the door, "I'll think about it."

I got out and before I closed the door, I looked at him, "thanks Tommy." With that, I headed to my car and got in...

 

[zydrate]

That night I thought about what Tommy had said. I thought I had done a good job up until now at surpressing all the thoughts and wants but I guess I was wrong to do that.

He was right on so many levels but I was afraid... I could face my demons but what if they pulled me right in and never let me go?

***

I don't know how I made it through the day at work the next day but I did. In no time it was time to go home. As my co-workers were talking about going out for drinks that evening and out of politeness, they asked me again and to their surprise, I said yes.

About 5 drinks in that night, I sent Tommy a text, "It's Nicole--I'm ready to face my demons if you'll help me."

Yeah, my inhibitions were down but isn't that when they say you're able to make the greatest decisions?
Maybe...maybe not.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I went home and followed my usual routine, smoking a bowl of weed before going to sleep, jerking off, waking up, coffee, breakfast, cocaine, and maintain that beautiful slight buzz through the day.

My weekends... I tended to go a little harder on myself. I had picked up a case of beer and took some bong rips and a few lines of coke when I got home. I hadn't been expecting Nicole to message that night, but when she did, I was busy playing my guitar, and I didn't see the message until a half-hour later.

Well, that was interesting. I hadn't expected her to come around quite so soon. What to do... I took a deep breath, setting my guitar down and turning off the backing track I'd been jamming over.

I sent a message back: Where are you?

 

[zydrate]

By the time I got Tommy's text back, I was pretty well past drunk...It was almost as good as being high..

Almost.

I'm at a bar...

That's about all I could tell him because a group of us were bar hopping downtown...Hell I didn't even know the group well, we just met at some other bar... somewhere .

Where are you?

 

[The_J0k3R]

I raised an eyebrow at her eventual response; I had gone back to my guitar in the mean time. Well, that was interesting. She was probably drunk, though it was hard to tell from these messages. But, from what I knew of her, after last night's conversation, if she was at a bar, she was drinking.

I promptly texted back: I'm at home. Do you need to get picked up?

With a body like her's she was probably getting hit on by guys all night. The fact that she was reaching out to me meant that I had made quite the impression on her.

 

[zydrate]

Tell me your address and I'll take an Uber.

I finished off my last drink as I waited for his response. The bar was dead and I had long ago told the last guy to beat it, I wasn't interested because I could tell they didn't have what I wanted....

I got Tommy's response back and then used his address to get an Uber....

 

[The_J0k3R]

I had to chuckle at the messages; she practically invited herself over to my place! As soon as I sent her the address, I went about preparing my things for her...

This would definitely be a good night. Things were moving along much faster than I had originally anticipated. I smirked as I examined my little box of goodies, and then looked over the... implements in my bedside dresser drawer.

One thing was for certain: she'd never forget this night. In short order, I heard the doorbell ring, and I went to answer it. It was just after midnight. I opened the door and there she stood.

Immediately I could smell the booze. She was drunk. "Looks like you've had a good night," I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, my eyes grazing up and down her body...

 

[zydrate]

I arrived at Tommy's house and walked, surprisingly quite steady, up the drive and to his front door. I rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer.

As I waited, I looked around and saw the place was pretty decent. Simple and kept.

Although I had a lot to drink, I could still hold my own...thanks to the days of me starting out drinking at a young age. I looked down at what I was wearing...I had changed out of my scrubs and into these that were in my gym bag before going out tonight. I thought it was rather modest but apparently, with the all the hits I got, it wasn't as modest as I thought...

When Tommy answered the door, I laughed at his comment, "I had a wonderful night. I hope I'm not bugging you...as I was coming over, I just figured 'Wow, I'm a little pushy'"

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[The_J0k3R]

"No worries," I replied, stepping aside to let her inside. "Come on in."

I shut the door behind her, flipping the lock. I let my eyes soak in the view of her from behind as she entered my small, sparsely furnished house. She had a great, tight butt. It looked especially scrumptious in those shorts. "Can I get you anything?" I asked. "A drink, perhaps?" I raised an eyebrow. "Unless you think you've already had enough..."

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone at the church group, I promise."

 

[zydrate]

I laughed, "Like I give a fuck about what they think... I should probably ease up though so, how about a beer?" I said as I helped myself and walked in, looking around. Yeah, it wasn't furnished with a lot but I remembered he had said he was only here for business for a short while.

Tossing my phone onto the coffee table, I didn't noticed anything unusual about the place but when I sat down, I saw his guitar, "Oh nice, I didn't know you play..." I said when he came back with the beer, "Are you any good?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I chuckled at her comments, going to retrieve the beers. I shrugged when she asked if I was any good at the guitar. "I still have a day job, so I must not be that good," I said, cracking open my beer and taking a swig.

I stood there for a moment, letting my eyes feast on the sexy thing on my couch. That tight blue tank top hugged her tits in the most delectable way.

I sat down on the couch next to her. "So are you really ready to face your demons, or did you just need an excuse to come see me?" I asked her with a little smirk.