*****
The minute Kassie opened the door, the weird smell of the place, which might have bothered Evan before but was now somehow part of the apartment's allure, hit him right in the face. This time she was dressed in a black short-sleeve lace crop top, some skintight black denim jeans (which sported a couple of tears around the knees), and white sneakers. The bottom of her top fluttered just a few inches above her jeans, revealing the pale skin around her belly. Her long black hair, with a smattering of blonde streaks in it, was tied back in a ponytail.
He didn't know how she did it, but once again, there she was in all her sexy, strung out glory.
She gave him a sneaky little kiss, and then wandered over to the kitchen, where she'd been apparently in the middle of washing some dishes -- Evan's arrival having given her the rare impetus to attempt to clean things up a bit. He sat on the couch, wearing a long-sleeve flannel shirt and grey cargo pants, not sure exactly what Kassie had in mind, or even what
he
had in mind. She came back into the living room and leaned against the wall.
"You wanna do some more of what we did last time?"
Evan nodded yes. Kassie smiled to herself deviously and walked back into her bedroom, with Evan soon following. Clearly she had everything set up and ready to go. He sat on the mattress he'd sat on before, she tied him up, and he finally felt the feeling he'd been frantically running away from, and yet secretly longing to feel, all week long. Oh God.
There it was.
All his troubles melted away. Oddly, when the needle entered his vein, he felt his penis jump slightly. In her own twisted way, she was taking care of him. As he lay back, she kissed him dreamily and rubbed his shirt a little.
Then she crawled over to her mattress and did the same thing to herself. The moment she pierced her skin and pushed on the injection mechanism, she let out a tiny gasp of pleasure, almost like she was having a little climax. Then she leaned back and wandered off into la land, quietly stroking the bottom of her shirt, her tummy, and the fly of her black jeans. Evan was back. She felt real good.
*****
Like déjà vu all over again, Evan slipped in and out of awareness, at times wondering if he was asleep or awake.
Gradually he realized that Kassie was sitting up on her mattress, looking bored and curious. He noticed her picking up a syringe, sticking it in a bag, and drawing the special liquid up into the chamber. She pushed some strands of hair away from her cheek. Then she held up the syringe and began stroking it slowly with her fingers.
The way she was leaning ... her crop top dangling over her breasts, the curve of her butt under her jeans ... as Evan watched Kassie play with the syringe, he started to get turned on. At that point he realized that he wasn't wearing any pants -- just a shirt. He couldn't explain why that was. Had they attempted to fuck at some point, but simply passed out instead? It was all a blur. All he knew now was that, as he glanced at Kassie and the syringe, he was getting more and more aroused.
Perhaps Kassie sensed it, perhaps she didn't, but she kept lavishing attention onto the syringe, slowly dragging her fingers up and down it, like it was something else long and stiff that she enjoyed dragging her fingers against. At one point she began licking it with her tongue, being careful not to lick the very tip of the needle. Evan couldn't take his eyes away.
She alternated between caressing it with her fingers and her tongue, but she was really into it now, shifting her body a little and lightly pulling on her lace top, which had begun sliding over her right shoulder, then going back to the syringe. By this time Evan was rock hard. He wanted more than anything to feel the release which Kassie was strongly pushing him toward, and yet denying him.
She spent a few more minutes teasing and stroking the syringe. Jesus, this was torture. Couldn't she just
let it out
? Then she slowly began pushing against the device, watching the liquid inside inch closer and closer to the outside. Evan lay on the mattress and kept staring, feeling closer and closer to release, even though Kassie wasn't actually touching him at all. The liquid slid further and further up the chamber, Kassie being careful not to rush it.
As Evan looked on, he felt suspended between action and inaction, but he couldn't go anywhere or move off the mattress even if he'd wanted to. It was like his body and the syringe had merged, and drugs was sex and sex was drugs. Kassie looked so hot and playful and fuckable as she teased the syringe with her fingers and tongue, and it all seemed to be connected in some weird way. But more than anything, he wanted her to just
push
that stuff out of the syringe and
free
him from his little agony.
This was some seriously fucked up psycho-sexual shit going on.
Finally, just as a tiny little bit of liquid began spilling out of the top of the needle and dripping down the side, Evan released his first meager dribble of cum. About a second later, a much more forceful shot flew out of his tip, landing on his flannel shirt.
"Uhn!"
Kassie didn't speed up the flow from the chamber at all, but now the drug was streaming out of the syringe and sliding down her fingers. She'd finally let him come, and he was coming nice and good. He'd fought her off for a week, but she'd finally sucked him back in to her sleepy, sexy little junkie world, and there would be no escaping her now.
Evan's pleasure continued to drip down his shaft -- thick warm globs falling onto his stomach, the mattress, and the carpet. She pushed a few more whisps of hair from her face and smiled a sneaky smile to herself, continuing to stare at the syringe, seemingly ignoring what was happening to Evan, although she may have been aware of it.
As the last drops flowed out of the needle, Evan quietly exhausted his load. Kassie picked up a towel and dried off her hand. Evan grew soft and fell back asleep.
*****
He gradually began to wake again, presumably hours later. He looked over and saw that Kassie was no longer sitting on her mattress. Then he heard some sounds coming from the front room and realized that she was probably watching TV.
"Hey Kassie," he called out to her.
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna take a shower."
"OK."
Evan got up. He took his soiled shirt off and stumbled to the bathroom.
"The hot water knob gets stuck sometimes," she warned him. "You just gotta turn it really hard. It still works."
Evan nodded and shut the bathroom door. He came out ten minutes later with a towel around him. Kassie was leaning back on the couch, eating some tortilla chips. He went into her bedroom and put his cargo pants back on, but walked back into the front room topless.
"Uh ... you got a shirt I could borrow?"
"Yeah. Just ... maybe my white shirt, it's on the pile next to my bed."
Evan walked over to Kassie's mattress and found the same white button-up blouse that Kassie had put on right before he'd left the last time -- the one that he thought she'd looked really sexy in. He buttoned it up and sat next to her on the couch.
After watching a few minutes of an old
X-Files
