Recreational Substances

"You holding?"

It was the second oldest dance. One that required a degree of trust, openness, and honesty. Communication, they say, is the key to good relationships.

Alex communicated her need to Rory quite clearly, that first night. After they had ditched their workmates and tumbled into bed, they had lain there side-by-side beneath the covers and the urge had come on her. Not an addiction, really, just a sudden desire to share that other part of herself, the part she couldn't share with anyone else, even her parents.

Rory had asked the questions then. A little cagey, a little curious. It's amazing how hard it is to lower your barriers, even as your pussy-juice dries on your lover's chin, as smeared lipstick bedecks your nipples. Rory had asked, and Alex had answered...and, to her surprise, they found out that second thing they had in common.

Their recreational substance of choice.

There was a soft shock at that. An openness and intimacy that went beyond the casual hook-up. Alex remembered how they had stayed up long into the night, talked about their experiences into the wee hours. By dawn, they were closer than they had ever been with anyone else...not just physically, but mentally. They clicked.

And when the time came, they started using together.