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I stared at the pile of clothes in the “donation” pile. It was killing me to give away so many of my clothes, but Owen had stipulated that my wardrobe be kept to a minimum if I was moving into his apartment temporarily. He said we, meaning I, needed to be mobile and easily grab my things in case his wife or daughter came to visit on short notice. Even though I had gotten my way and found a free place to live, I wasn’t happy with the stipulations.

I had spoken with Nicole and offered to start paying her rent – whatever the new tenant was paying. Nicole barely looked at me when she declined, indicating to me that I had worn out my welcome with yet another landlord. Regardless of whether it was Rick, Courtney, Roger, or even Conch, I was only able to stay for so long before my antics or lack of payment shortened my stay.

The few times I had lived on my own had been less than ideal but given my reluctance to part with so many clothes, I needed to consider it more seriously. I had received a realtor’s name and telephone number from my coworker Ashley. We had already ventured out a few times to see what apartments were available in my price range, but the options were too limited for my liking. For now, I was left with one option – Owen’s place.

Owen had flown up to Boston for a few days and had given me a key so that I could start moving some clothes and other essentials I would need to keep there. I had dropped off a few things during the previous two days and now, a short drive and an elevator ride later, I was inside Owen’s apartment unpacking another small suitcase into an equally small plastic dresser that Owen had purchased. I wandered through the small apartment wondering if this could be anything but a temporary home for me. I wasn’t sure I even liked Owen enough to live with him. Up until now, our friendship had been based on good tips and a convenient post-work apartment to hang out at. Circumstances had now accelerated what had been a playful connection into moving in together.

The situation stressed me, and I grabbed a beer out of Owen’s fridge and lay on the sofa to calm myself. I had been sleeping with Owen for less than two months and now I was about to live with him. I was certainly not ready for this, but Nicole had left me no choice. A mixture of animosity toward Nicole and anxiety about my new home led to three empty beer bottles sitting on the coffee table in the living room. I would need to talk to Owen about this discomfort when he came home tonight. Right now, I needed some fresh air.

Outside was gorgeous. It was West Palm so that was to be expected. As I walked down Clematis Street I thought if any other people out and about were stressed as well. Everyone seemed so happy and unbothered. That assumption in itself bothered me. Was I the only one who struggled down here?

Lost in my thoughts, I was startled back to reality as someone grabbed my arm.

“Long time stranger,” the man said.

“Oh my God. Jimmy…” I gasped.

Despite nearly two years passing, Jimmy looked as good as all the time. He wore a fresh, white polo which sat in gorgeous contrast to his tanned skin. It took all the willpower I had not to reach up and feel his chest through the crisp fabric. I thought if he wondered the same about me.

“Where have you been hiding?” Jimmy asked.

“Nowhere. West Palm is a big city. We just don’t hang out in the same circles anymore,” I answered.

“I noticed that. I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve missed me?!” I replied with surprise.

“Of course. We had some fun times. No?”

“I guess we did.”

“Want to grab a quick drink? Catch up?”

“Umm, sure,” I agreed hesitantly.

We ducked into a bar nearby and caught up on the basics of each other’s lives. His new bartending job. My marriage to Jay. Debbie’s move home.

“Why didn’t you go to Courtney’s funeral?” I asked.

“We weren’t really friends. We only hung out here and there.”

“Did you ever have sex with her?”

“No. I thought we might once, but she went home with some baseball player instead.”

“Oh, I thought you two were friends.”

“Nope, but I fucked that one friend of yours recently. About two months ago.”

“What friend?”

“Cassie.”

My memory drifted back nearly three years when Cassie and I shared a bedroom at Conch’s. I was surprised she was still alive given the state of her health and the circumstances she had lived in.

“How did that happen?”

“She came to my apartment. Knocked on my door. Said Conch’s place got raided and she desperately needed a place to crash. I told her she could stay with me, fucked her, then changed my mind and kicked her out,” Jimmy laughed.

“Jimmy! What the fuck?!”

“She’s a junkie. I’m not letting some junkie stay with me. Plus, she smelled horrible.”

“You’re such a dick,” I said shaking my head.

“Took me a month to find a new connect, but I finally did. Do you mind driving me there today?”

“You have a car, drive yourself,” I shot back.

“I have a car but not a license. Third DWI. It’s been suspended.”

“Jimmy…”

“C’mon Kel. It’s maybe fifteen minutes away. Where’s your car?”

I hated that I couldn’t tell Jimmy no. Something about the dynamic between us two made me so eager to accommodate him. It irked me. It frustrated me. Yet here I was, walking over to Owen’s apartment where my car was parked.

“You live here now?” Jimmy asked with a questionable look.

“No. I can’t afford this. A friend just lets me park here when I’m downtown.”

“A friend?”

“Yes, Jimmy. A friend.”

Jimmy laughed and hopped in the passenger seat. He knew me too well and I hated it. As we drove, Jimmy provided directions which I obediently followed despite being distracted by his familiar scent. It was such an aphrodisiac for me. The way he carried himself with confidence. The way he knew he had control over me. His eyes knowing exactly when to look at mine and when to look away.

We pulled up to a two-story apartment building and exited the car. The area wasn’t dangerous, but I certainly didn’t feel safe. There were people milling around the parking lot, seemingly killing time. There were broken bottles and cigarette butts littering most of the parking lot. Jimmy knocked four times on the door of apartment 107.

“Who is it?” a voice from inside yelled.

“Jimmy.”

The door opened and Jimmy led us inside.

“Don’t worry. She’s cool,” Jimmy declared to a man sitting on the couch with his head down counting bars of Xanax.

The man looked up and smiled at me.

“Yeah, I know. What’s up Kelly?” the man asked.

“Not much. How are you, Mike?” I replied.

“You two know each other?” Jimmy said with a look of confusion.

“Yup. She topped off my boy Dave a few times.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Jimmy said looking over at me with a look that seemed like a mix of amazement and disappointment.

Mike threw Jimmy a bag of blow. As he did so I noticed track marks along his arm and thought if that was what set Emily off. Emily had freaked out at Dave’s apartment when hooking up with Mike and never provided an explanation. Track marks were certainly a red flag, especially for someone as conservative as Emily.

“Why do you have so many Xanax?” I asked Mike.

“The same reason I have weed and blow. People buy it.”

“People buy Xanax?”

“Absolutely. It’s my biggest seller down here. I can barely keep enough product.”

I pulled my full prescription container out of my purse and showed it to him.

“Holy shit,” Mike exclaimed. “Where did you get that?”

“From my doctor,” I laughed.

“Well, if you are selling, I’m buying.”

“I can’t,” I answered as I followed Jimmy who was already at the door.

Jimmy and I left, hopped in my car, and began driving home.

“You know you can make a pretty penny selling those things, right?” Jimmy stated.

“No. I didn’t know. Like how much?”

“A lot.”

“Can you drop me off at my place?” Jimmy asked.

“Sure,” I replied willing to get back to Owen’s and relax.

As we pulled up to Jimmy’s he looked over and placed his hand on the inside of my thigh.

“Want to come up real quick? For old times’ sake?” Jimmy smiled while sliding his hand fully between my legs.

“Jimmy, c’mon.”

“There’s a parking spot right there. Park there and let’s go.”

My subconscious directed me to pull into the parking spot against my better judgment. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I was moving in with someone, but here I was, being Jimmy’s lap dog yet again. I followed him into the complex and up to his apartment. Once inside, we made a beeline for Jimmy’s bedroom where he cut up a line of cocaine on the dresser and handed me a rolled-up twenty. I made short work of the line and handed Jimmy the rolled-up bill.

“Get undressed,” Jimmy ordered as he walked up and snorted a line of his own.

“What?”

“Are you going to make this complicated Kel or can you just be a normal person?”

Jimmy quickly got naked himself and his semi-hard dick spurred me to do the same. Everything was so matter of fact between Jimmy and me. The was no build-up. No inhibitions. We knew each other and each other’s bodies well.

Jimmy’s hands reached out and grabbed my tits, squeezing each one as if to check if their firmness had changed. He then pinched each nipple between the fingers on each hand and pulled down slightly – an instruction more than an arousal.

I dropped to my knees, Jimmy’s dick once again in my face.

“Hold on,” Jimmy said, using his hand to keep my incoming mouth from absorbing his dick.

Jimmy nakedly opened the adjoining bathroom door and began peeing in the toilet. I admired his back muscles which were a gorgeous tan before allowing my eyes to drop down and also admire his ass, whose whiteness indicated it was untouched by the sun. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper, bringing it to my nose which was already running.

Jimmy and I had seen each other naked so often that I felt like a married couple as I watched our naked reflections in the mirror. I leaned forward and wiped some white residue off my nose as Jimmy finished peeing and flushed the toilet. I turned to walk back into Jimmy’s room, but his hand grasped by upper arm, keeping me from leaving the bathroom. Jimmy’s other hand rested on top of my head, pushing me down to my knees once again.

The circumstances were eerily familiar to the first time Jimmy, and I had hooked up. I was fairly new to West Palm and considered myself better friends with his then-girlfriend Kat than with Jimmy. Willing to make friends in my new environment, I had accepted an invitation to watch school basketball at Jimmy and Kat’s apartment – only Kat wasn’t there. Four Red Bull vodkas and an interrupted bathroom break later, Jimmy had coerced me into sucking his dick and then fucking me over the sink in this very bathroom.

It was a whirlwind event and one that had largely dictated my sexuality in West Palm. I become submissive to a point. Jimmy had been the most trendy person I knew in West Palm at that time and the fact that he wanted to fuck me gave me hope I could fit in down here. And fit in I did…to a point. I used sex to make friends. To fit in. That became my whole identity, instead of just part of it. I had grown to accept it, even if, at numerous times, others didn’t.

If I learned anything in therapy, it was that each of us are wired different and we do what it takes to survive. Sure, “survive” in this instance wasn’t a matter of life or death, but it was a matter of assimilation and acceptance – two things at the top of my importance pyramid. I didn’t have many close friends, but I did have plenty of acquaintances. I could go to any bar or restaurant and know at least one person there – patron or employee. Most of the women were former coworkers or party-partners and most of the men were ex-hookups, but that didn’t matter to me. Of importance was that while I was lonely at times, I never had too really be alone.

I used my finger to wipe a leftover drop of urine from Jimmy’s cock head and wiped it on the floor, before taking Jimmy ‘s gorgeous half-hard cock into my mouth for, what felt like, the hundredth time. My mouth worked quickly on him. This was not the day I had planned. I was supposed to be moving and unpacking and instead found myself having drinks, visiting a drug dealer, and sucking Jimmy’s now-rock-hard dick.

Jimmy was also aware of his full hardness, and he put his hand in my hair and pulled me to my feet. I knew exactly where this was going. I knew exactly what he would do. We were reliving our first time together and as he spun me around facing away from him, I saw the same reflection I saw over five years ago.

Only it wasn’t the same.

Our bodies weren’t the same. Our faces weren’t the same. Our lives weren’t the same.

I had a certain innocence then. An innocence that was largely lost in this bathroom five years ago. An encounter which awoke, or created, the sexual creature I had become. A creature that no longer viewed sex as a sacred act, but rather a tool – to obtain friends, money, assistance, or even a place to live.

I watched Jimmy’s face staring intently down at my ass, concentrating on pushing into my pussy from behind. As usual, I accepted him easily and eagerly. I was not a size-queen by any means, but Jimmy’s big dick just seemed to fuck me perfectly.

“You always open so nicely for me,” Jimmy whispered into my ear from behind as he began to thrust, almost as if he had been reading my thoughts.

“Your so wet. Like seriously wet. All from sucking dick? Or was it because you knew I was going to fuck you soon?”

I didn’t answer, instead expelling a loud moan as I reached a quick orgasm.

“You’ve always loved this dick,” Jimmy said a bit louder continuing to pump inside of me as I grimaced in pleasure.

“I was hesitant to fuck you at first. You seemed so boring and clueless. You seemed like you were already set to move back home. But I’m glad we fucked. You’ve surprised me. What I figured would be a short-term visitor had turned into a long-term fuck toy. You’ve made yourself welcome at every party and, for that, you’re West Palm famous.”

I expelled another moan, much louder this time as the orgasm was much harder. So hard I would have dropped to the ground had Jimmy’s body not pinned mine against the bathroom vanity. My legs twitched and my face scrunched up as Jimmy fucked me harder and harder.

“Your body loves it. It loves sex. It loves my dick. Doesn’t it?”

My face was looking down into the sink while my body absorbed Jimmy’s thrusts.

Doesn’t it?!” Jimmy yelled while pulling my hair back forcefully ensuring that saw my face in the mirror as he fucked me.

I nodded yes.

“Say it!”

“Yes!” I cried as he pounded into with the strength and quickness of a jackhammer.

Jimmy then slowed down and pushed fully into me as we both stood exhausted, supported mostly by the sink and vanity.

Jimmy stepped back pulling himself out of me and I collapsed to the floor. My body was still recovering from the orgasmic spasms I had experienced, as Jimmy stood above me, his softening cock covered in my juice. His juice was now seeping out of my pussy, running down along my ass crack and down to the floor.

After three minutes, I picked myself off the floor and walked into Jimmy’s room where he was already dressed.

I dressed in front of him before leaving, the familiar post-sex embarrassment beginning to seep in. Jimmy all the time made me cum, all the time made my body lose control. He had that power over me, and he knew it. Because of that I all the time felt exposed in more methods than one around him. Not just because I was naked but because he knew about me, knew about my sex-life, knew about who I was and who I had become. And he knew that all started with him.

NSFW: yes

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