Terry shakes, trembles, and sweats. Her skin itches, it feels to her that invisible things are crawling on her. She needs to get high. She actually have to. If she goes home in this state, to her husband, he will check her into rehab and probably leave her, bringing their precious one year old son with him.

She crys, still wondering how she let herself get in this condition. Damn, that Tracy, her bestie, for introducing her to the drugs. She lied when she told her that it was a myth that people got hooked right away. Terry was hooked after that very first hit.

Terry parked outside of her crack dealer’s house, hasn’t got out yet because she doesn’t have the money to pay him for her next hit. She already had dwindle the bank account to zero. She still is not sure what excuse to give her husband this time. Maybe I will tell him I lent the money to my sister, she thought.

Gathering courage, she gets out the car and heads to DeAndre her dealer’s house. She can hear the music get louder the closer she walks to his front door. He is playing Give it to me baby by The Best of Rick James, CD.

She rings the doorbell with her trembling fingers. She looks around nervously to make sure no one sees her. Her church was nearby and if any of the members sees her they may talk. They might tell her husband, the Deacon.

She rings the doorbell again. She hears him coming now. He is singing along with Rick James now. He has a nice voice, she thinks to herself.

He opens the door and smiles at her. He has been selling to her since early this morning and is first, surprised she hasn’t OD’d yet, and second, happy that he still gets to capitalize off of her uncontrollable crack binge.
He doesn’t say hi, but turns around and she lets herself in.

As she follow him to the room where he keeps his supply, she passes the young pretty light-skinned Woman that he is fucking that day. She is laying stretched out on his leather sofa. Everytime she saw her that day, this woman who never spoke to her or said hi, would just stare at Terry. Staring as if studying her.

This woman, though, is very beautiful to Terry, she has long African braids that reaches the middle of her back. She wears nothing but a mid-thigh length black silk bathrobe with an Asian design. Her eyeliner around her eyes, heavy, but makes her look even more exotic. Terry could tell she is completely naked under her bathrobe. Terry makes an attempts to say hi to her again, but the woman just looks at her.

After DeAndre arrived to his stash in the other room, he asks, “How much you want?”

“I…I don’t have any money with me this time but…”

“But then why are you here!” He yells, and takes the toothpick out his mouth that he was chewing on. He is mad.

“You know I am good. I will pay you first thing tomorrow.” She feels so nauseous right now.

“Naw, I don’t do I.O.U.s. I’m a business man. Come back when you have the money and I will hook you up.”

“DeAndre. I need it so bad that I’m getting sick.”

“That’s not my problem.”

DeAndre walks out into the living room where the music played on his stereo and where the woman sat. She looks at Terry expressionless, unphased at her crying and following DeAndre begging.

“Please! Here! Take my keys. You can hold my car until I pay you back.”

“Naw, I ain’t interested.” He says.

He sits on the sofa and puts his arm around that woman. She leans on him and rubs his hairy bare chest. Her bathrobe accidently open exposing perfectly shaped pretty breast and erect nipples. She doesn’t bother to try to close her robe.

Terry, desperate for a fix, she didn’t know how to get him to change his mind. Watching them, watching her, and the music blaring, she listens to the Lyrics of the new Rick James song playing. It was if he gave her a hint on what to do next.

… Three’s not a crowd to her, she says Menage a trois, Rick James sings.

“I will do anything you guys want me to do. Anything. Just please, I need to get high right now.”

He laughs. “What the fuck, bitch. You want to fuck us? We been fucking all day. We good.” He looks at his woman and winks at her. She responded by stroking his cheeks.

Terry starts sobbing. It was embarrassing enough for her to offer herself in this way. DeAndre turning down her proposal made her feel even more like shit. Just like a whore.

All of a sudden, his woman positions herself up to his ear and whisper something to him. All the while he looks at Terry, moving the toothpick in various ways causing it to dance in his mouth.

“Alright then.” He said when the women was done. “Get down on your knees.” Confused, Terry obeys.

The woman then sits completely up, stretches her bended legs wide apart, and plants them on the sofa. Her hairy pussy, red from recent wear and tear, is shiny and sticky with old cum.

“Go eat my girl’s pussy. And do that shit good. If she likes it? I’ll break you off a little something.”

Happily, Terry crawls like a baby towards the waiting horny woman offering her pussy to her like a prize. The vagina smell; strong. Terry has never ate pussy before. She never desired to, but this wasn’t the time for her to reject or protest because as soon as this was over, she was going to get that ‘high’.

Terry protrudes her hot wet tongue and first uses it to comb over and untangle the ladies unshaven bushy hair covering the clit area. Areas of her pubic hair was clumped together from the mix of DeAndre’s cum and the woman’s vaginal juices, and now Terry is tasting their sex. After finally planting her mouth firmly on pussy, the woman grabs her by the hair and shoves Terry face deeper into it. Terry plays her tongue up and down her folds, her holes, her clit. Slurping, sucking, and teasing. Terry looks up at her for approval, or even for instructions, and the woman, looks down on her with a sinister grin on her face. Still holding a wad of Terri’s hair tightly in her fist.

This went on and on and now she starts grinding and humping Terry’s face. Terry peeks at DeAndre. He watches them . He has since pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and is now pulling on his dick while he belts out and sings Ghetto Love.

The woman begins to cum and her orgasm voice, low and soft. Her orgasm face, beautiful, as she loses control of herself in ectasy. Terry enjoys her cumming on her tongue.

When they were done, DeAndre, as promise, gives Terry a piece of rock crack, and allows her to get high in his bathroom. She sat on the tile bathroom floor and zones in and out. Upper lips still smells like her.

***
The following months after that day, Terry and her husband are out shopping in the grocery store. She has since spent some time in rehab, received her husband’s forgiveness, and is now clean. Taking things one day at a time.

She and hubbie pushes her son who is in the child seat of the shopping cart. He is singing a song he learned from daycare.

Suddenly, she sees her. The woman who pussy she ate at DeAndre’s house. She is also pushing a child in her shopping cart. A little girl. There is another child, a boy, looks around four and pulling at her shirt. He is crying because he wants his mother to buy him the toy car he has in his hands. She is accompanied by a clean-cut looking middle age man walking behind her…. who is not DeAndre.

The woman notices Terry, and her eyes grew big. She looks scared as if she just saw a ghost. A ghost from the past. She looks at her husband and then looks at Terry with a frantic look. Without her words, Terry understood her message. Don’t you dare try to talk to me in front of my family about that sinful day. And so, Terry walks on and passes her without speaking a single word.

Terry suspects that this strange woman had an addiction with DeAndre that she also kept from her family, but it wasn’t drugs.

Written by EJ Benard

Copyright 2014. EJ Benard. All Rights Reserved.