Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Nine

“You are so far gone, you have no idea what you’re saying.” I argue softly, my fingers tracing at the skin of his jaw.

“I know what I’m saying,” he states and I shake my head a little.

“No, you don’t, Nikki. Even if you told me that when you were sober, I’d still think you’d have no idea what you were saying.”

“What?” He asks me, confused.

“We have no business talking about marriage right now.” I explain, even though he won’t remember this conversation when he wakes up tomorrow. “I just turned nineteen. You just turned twenty-four. We’re still kids. Especially you.” I point out and he rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

“Bullshit.” He mumbles. “I wanna get married.”

I stare at him for God knows how long, not wanting to say “no” and hurt his feelings. I know he won’t remember any of this anyway, so I just nod a little and move a few strands of hair from his eyes.

“Okay.” I relent quietly. I end up gaining a dopey, enthusiastic grin in response to my statement.

He kisses me again, his tongue meeting mine hotly as my hands move to get his shirt off.

Once it’s tossed to the floor, my lips and tongue are dusting down his neck and across his chest, leaving the stain of my lipstick in its wake.

After a moment, he’s pulling me off the counter, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to our room.

I laugh at his caveman-like technique, but all humor ceases when my back hits the mattress and he stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with an unfamiliar look in his eye.

My breathing seems strangely calm under his intense attention, my eyes connecting with his. He steps to our closet for a second, returning with our Polaroid camera and I giggle, covering my bare chest with my arms just as he takes the picture.

“Viv!” He complains, realizing he only got a picture of me in lace panties, covering the “good stuff” with my arms, from anyone’s view.

“I’m not letting you take raunchy pictures of me to show off to Vince.” I state, disguising my apprehension with a small laugh.

“I’m not gonna let anyone else see ‘em.” He assures me. “I promise.”

I think about it for a moment, realizing we haven’t really done anything like this before.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m taking my panties off, listening to a quiet “fuck” come from his mouth. Just as I drop the lace fabric on the floor, his free hand is reaching out to touch at the newly exposed skin, causing me to hum.

One of his fingers slides into me, and my eyes roll back before closing, pleasure enveloping my body. In a moment, he’s adding another finger and curls the both of them, causing my back to arch and my hands to tangle in the sheets as I moan out loudly.

I hear the click of the camera and see the flashing light behind my closed eyelids and I honestly don’t care at this point.

With my eyes still closed, I hear him discard the camera and when he takes his fingers from me, I whimper and open my eyes to beg him not to stop, until I see him getting on his knees at the foot of the bed.