A Addict

Blonde hair fell down almost to her ribs. The golden bangs fell down practically to her eyebrows, and blue eyes stared out through half-lidded eyes in a long, pale face; a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her large nose. The shoulders were bare, the black t-shirt so washed and worn that the band logo on it was completely unreadable; the bottom half had been torn off so that Sam could see the blue cups of her bra, the long slim torso that ran into the cut-off shorts, and following downward the lanky legs and the vintage basketball shoes.

Sam's heart skipped. She'd hoped for someone attractive, and this woman seemed to be reasonably fit and trim, with soft eyes and an easy smile. Her breasts seemed small...but Sam found her easy to look at. Wondered what it would feel like, to run her hands through that long, silky hair. To crush those buttocks in her hands.

As Sam looked at the woman on her doorstep, the woman looked at her...and broke into a wide, lazy, shit-eating grin as she saw the bare breasts and panties.

"Niiiice..." her guest said, eyes focused on Sam's nipples. "I'm, like, Shelly. Like the mollusk."

Sam blinked at the non sequitur. "Mollusk?"

"Clam. Or abalone? Oyster. Like..." Shelly raised two long fingers to her mouth and waggled her tongue between them...and that provoked a fit of giggling. Sam's eyebrows crinkled, not sure she quite got it...but if Shelly wanted to lick her furry clam or polish her pearl, Sam was more than willing to let her.

"O...okay. I'm Sam," Sam said, and stepped back as Shelly stumbled forward.

While scarcely taller than Sam herself, Shelly lumbered and swayed a little. Sam caught a whiff of her guest and her nose crinkled. Clove cigarettes, that spice and nicotine odor...and something else. Patchouli, maybe, or incense...but then the long fingers slid in under Sam's ears, and her mouth was on Sam's own. Their lips parted. Tongues touched.

It was like kissing an ashtray. Sam's mouth tried to twist into a frown as the dark, burn flavor filled her mouth, acrid and bitter. Worse than that, Sam now recognized the oddly familiar reek underneath the cigarette smoke and the incense. Something she had run into back in her college days, during her experiments with **** legal and illegal...and Sam realized Fuckr had sent her an addict.

A very horny, very high addict.