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v6 Sneak Preview : "MC has a quickie in between classes with someone"
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"MC has a quickie in between classes with someone"
"Why did he give you so much to sell? That's a crazy amount of money to fuck around with, Rafi.” My vision swims, turning the mural in front of us into some living, breathing thing.
A charming, lazy grin spreads across his face like butter on a hot skillet. All smoke and melting indulgence.
"I know I've given you every reason to not believe me, but I actually {i}am{/i} very good at selling drugs.”
I laugh, the sound doesn't seem like it's coming from me. I chalk that up to the one hit I took.
"Oh yeah?”
"Of course. I was the Sugarman's biggest customer when he still around. If he didn't do deliveries himself, I'm sure he would have had me do them."
"You met the Sugarman?” My eyebrows attempt to climb up my forehead, but they’re too heavy to lift.
"Only once in person, but he was very careful to cover his face.” Rafi reaches up and strokes his chin. How is he even able to move right now? "He would drop off my orders in these blindspots. That's how I found so many great places to paint…"
"So you only owe money to Jay, right? Not the Sugarman?"
"Perhaps in some way, yes… I know Jay is new here, and supposedly ran the Sugarman out... But the quality of Jay's supply last year versus this year is verrry different.” He takes a long pull from his joint and holds it in before speaking again.
“Different how?”
“When Jay first arrived, he was selling very low quality product, it was how he was able to undercut the Sugarman on pricing. But now it seems like the quality and strains are exactly as they had been before…”
“What are you saying?” I squint, not sure of his line of reasoning.
“The Sugarman is supplying Jay.”
“Do you really think that?”
"Yes, though I don't think Jay realizes this. Sugarman was very smart, I wouldn't be surprised if he found a way back into his market using Jay…” He pulls his hair out of a bun and shakes his inky black hair until it falls over his shoulders. ”Regardless, I was fronted such a large amount because I'm good at what I do."
I try to hold back a laugh. ”Not to be a dick, but... It doesn't seem like it, with your current situation..."
He chuckles, smoke comes out his nostrils in short, wispy plumes.
"Ah yes, well... I guess you can say I lost the passion for it.”
Despite the high, I can see the sadness clearly on his face. He passes me the joint and I accept it with another timid pull.
"Let's not dwell on the negative, hmm? I have a mural to finish for a stunning audience of one.” He gestures to me dramatically and I laugh, swatting him away.
He gets back to work on his painting, and I watch with dazed wonder as the rest of the surreal picture takes form.
We laugh and fall into an easy rhythm. Blues and greens and purples grow over the concrete. Somewhere in the laughter and color and the smoke, I feel at ease again.
We part ways just as the sun starts to paint the sky a pastel orange and yellow; a perfect contrast to the sky he created on that wall.
My high becomes a distant illusion when I step back out into the chilled air. Sobriety meets me in the form of a stiff wind and a bell chime.
I don't make it too far before I get a text.
???: Super innocent, totally random question… What are you up to?
Me: I’m on my way to class, why?
???: Aww, nvm I don’t wanna be a bad influence lol.
Me: No, Tell me!!
???: I don't wanna distract you from class, I'll tell you later, promise.
Me: Too late, already distracted. You have to tell me now ;)
???: Okay, well I wanted to thank you for that pic you sent last time…
My screen illuminates with a nude from her and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I look around to make sure no one’s looking over my shoulder to see the sexy, nude, feminine form taking over my screen and burrowing deep in my own memory. Standing in the center of her room, she grins at the camera without a scrap of fabric on her body. Confidence is as bare as the round, soft peaks of her tits.
Everything about the picture is perfect except for the fact that it cuts off just before I can see where the flat, slightly toned expanse of her stomach leads to. Knowing her, maybe it’s all by design.
God damn she’s sexy…
???: And secondly, I've kiiinda been thinking about you all week, and really wanna hear you cum again.
???: I'm sorry for being such a horny bitch, but every time I wanna text you something new comes up.
???: I've got some time rn and wanted to see you.
???: If you're up for it of course.... Okay I'm gonna shut up now before I embarass myself any more lol.
Me: I’m down ;)
???: Meet you in my room?
Me: I’ll be there in 5. Can’t wait!
_
My knuckles barely have a chance to knock on her door before she pulls me in and greets me with a kiss.
"I've only got like, a half hour, is that okay?” She's breathless between kisses. It's the most unkempt I've ever seen her and it turns me on to no end. I nod frantically, and eagerly press my lips to hers again.
She's on the edge of combustion, I can feel it in her claiming, soft lips. She groans into it, hands roaming all over me, seeking the gentle curves of my breasts and the wet arousal between my thighs.
Somehow, through the rushed, clumsy kisses and groping we find her bed. Falling on to it, I'm able to see the full extent of her excitement and bite my lip.
She lunges for me, but I hold her back, eager to seek what she has under her skirt. I push her onto the bed and waste no time seeking her arousal with my tongue.
“Oh my god, [MC]-“ Her hands rake through my hair, clutching tighter and tighter.
"Baby, p-please, you're gonna make me cum-"
Her voice comes out in a whine, just as I feel her sex throb against my tongue. Just hearing her desperate voice say that stokes the heat rising low in my stomach.
I smile against her heated skin, taking her request as a challenge. I want her to cum, I want to feel her dig her nails into my scalp, and pull me so close I forget that I need oxygen.
All I want to take in is her. The way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she writhes under my touch. I want her to fall apart for me, and I won’t stop until she does all over my tongue...
