“Play with yourself,” he demands, more gruffly this time, commanding me to do it.
I force myself to move my arm, adjusting myself slightly so I can get my hand between my legs. The moment I touch myself, I’m catapulted into a state of pure ecstasy that causes me to explode, a burst of warm liquid surprises me, and it flows out over my hand.
I start calling out my orgasm and go to remove my hand, but Jeff stops me.
“Keep going, put your fingers inside you,” he growls. His voice ragged and thick with his own need to come.
I push my fingers inside myself as he continues to move inside me. I can actually feel him there through the thin wall between the two holes.
Finally, he pushes in hard and deep and holds himself there, a strangled moan escaping his throat as I feel him pulse inside me. His fingers dig painfully into my hips as he holds me there, frozen, with my own hand, halfway inside me.
When he pulls out, I’m not sure if I should move from the table, but I do remove my hand and wait to see what he is going to do next. As he walks toward the garbage bin and removes the condom, I push myself up and turn to face him.
“Go and take a shower,” he orders me, his voice completely devoid of feeling, as he walks over to the sink and washes his hands. “I’ve got some more calls to make.”
Tears prick at the backs of my eyes as I nod quickly and pick up my things, taking them with me to the bathroom. Once the shower is on, and I’m standing under the warm stream, I lean my head up against the tiles and cry. I’m confused and don’t know how to feel about what just happened. I don’t think I ever want to repeat that sexual experience again.
Chapter Fourteen
Jeff is on edge. I don’t know if it’s me, or if it’s because of that guy he beat up at the club the other night. But he’s not his usual self. I miss his usual self.
His phone keeps ringing, and he leaves the room to talk quietly to whoever is on the other end. He’s snappy and moody, and I feel like I’m in the way.
I try to be available for him, whenever he needs me, which is a lot. But we seem to have lost that deep sexual connection we once shared - our love making has turned into fucking - and I don’t know how to get it back.
Tonight we’re going to an alcohol-free band night. It’s for under 18s, so Jeff will need to wait for me outside. We’ve done this before, it’s a fairly easy place to sell. It’s held at a scout hall, and the crowd gets so big that it spills outside and surrounds the premises.
It shuts down at midnight, so we arrive around nine p.m. It’s dark now and people are starting to get bored without alcohol giving them a buzz.
There’s security milling about, and it’s their job to find and remove anyone who is found to be drinking or concealing alcohol. Taking an E is the perfect solution to a fun night without alcohol. So when I arrive, they’re more than ready to part with their money.
After doing a lap through the premises as well as one outside, word is getting around that I’m here and ecstasy is available. This is normally when I get going, because teenagers can’t always be trusted to be discreet.
I’m on my way out to Jeff, when I get pulled into the bathroom and bailed up by a few giggly girls who want to buy some tabs. Problem is, they want more than they can afford, and I’m not willing to bargain with them.
“I can’t help you then,” I tell them turning around, ready to walk away. Instead of finding an empty doorway, I’m faced with the instantly recognisable blue shirt of a police officer.
His hands are on his hips as he looks down at me disapprovingly. “You wouldn’t be the girl with wild curly brown hair and light coloured eyes whose supplying kids with happy pills are you?”
I shake my head from side to side quickly and try to step around him. “No officer. There must be someone else,” I say as confidently as I can.
He steps to block my path. “Well then, you won’t mind showing me what’s in your pockets then.”