The boundary between the sleeping world and the waking world grew beguilingly porous as Evan lay there on the mattress in Kassie's filthy bedroom. Any sense of time or direction dissipated in the grungy haze. The shadows from the light outside seemed to shift as the hours wore on, but it was hard to know for sure.
At some point, Kassie slid up off her mattress, pulled her stained t-shirt carefully over her head, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into one of her various clothing piles. Then she undid her bra, let it fall haphazardly to the floor, stumbled to the bathroom, and slowly rinsed off her skirt and her arms. She liked the skirt and didn't want to change out of it. Then she sat back down on her mattress and looked over at Evan. He was out cold. This stuff was new to him, but that was OK, he would get used to it. As for Kassie, she wanted another fix.
Before she got around to that, however, she wandered over to Evan, unbuttoned his shirt (which was still covered here and there in his partially dried pleasure), delicately slid it off him, and threw it next to her own shirt, leaving him in his surprisingly clean white undershirt. Then she grabbed the necessary tools, tied herself up again, and slid back down in bliss, the tools tumbling to the carpet. Lying there topless on her back, Kassie felt the rush again. Every now and then, she let her hands wander over her body, but she didn't have the energy to stroke herself like she had done earlier.
Gradually, on the other mattress, some thoughts began to creep their way into Evan's foggy little mind. On some level, he knew he'd done something bad, and that this was all going to turn into a serious problem for him eventually, and that, as good as it all felt, joining in with Kassie's behavior might have been the biggest mistake of his young, precious life. But in the
moment
... God, it was so nice to simply let himself
slide
into Kassie's sexy, devil-may-care world. It felt so good to just ...
give in
, and not worry about the consequences.
He was tired of worrying about the consequences. Evan had grown up in one of those chaotic family situations where he had always had to be the responsible one. How come he couldn't just be free to not give a shit every once in a while? Now that he'd been seduced by Kassie's uninhibited, pleasure-seeking ways, he knew he had to stay there, abandon his caution, and enjoy it for what it was. There would be time to deal with the problems later. This was not that time. This was the time to feel good and to do whatever felt good.
After who knows how many hours had passed, Kassie shifted slightly on her mattress and turned to Evan. "How do you feel?" she said with a blank expression that seemed at odds with her words.
"I don't know."
"You feeling good?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna just lie here?"
"What time is it?"
"I don't know. It's like the afternoon or something. You have to go somewhere?"
"No."
"You can stay here you know."
"Yeah."
"Cool."
Evan started sitting up and remembered that he was naked down below.
"Your pants are over there," Kassie said. "Or you can wear something of mine. It's OK."
