It Gets out of hand, maybe and College is coming

Friday night comes Sherri is antsy and nervous and is smoking her second cigarette. Her mom is finishing up dinner. Her mother notices and thinks to herself... If you weren’t hooked, you obviously are now. She chuckles. Sherri looks at her and says, “What's so funny?”. Her mother, says, “Just reminiscing.”

She looks out the window and sees Tim pull up. “Tim is here”, she says before Sherri can quiz her anymore on her thoughts.

Sherri gets up puts out the cigarette and runs to the door to meet him. Before he can knock, she opens the door and jumps into his arms and kisses him. “I missed you!!” she says. He says I missed you too. “You have been smoking.” She smiles and says “I got fidgety waiting for you, it helps.” He laughs, “You know I have no issue with your smoking.” He kisses her deeply. They walk into the house and into the kitchen. Her mother is there and says, “It is so nice to finally meet you, I have heard so much.” Tim looks at her and is stunned. “Mrs. Johnson, you are stunning, I see where your daughter gets her looks.” She looks at him slyly and says, “Aren’t you the charmer.” He feels like a kid that got his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Please call me Rachel.” “Please have a seat, dinner will be ready soon.”

Tim and Sherri sit down as Rachel servers' dinner. They start to eat and Rachel asks Tim, “So what are your planes now that you have graduated High School?” “He says he is going to get a degree in prelaw and wants to be an attorney.” He tells her, has been accepted to the same school as Sherri. Rachel, smiles, “Well isn’t that convenient.’ He says, “It seemed to work out well and I applied there because I knew your daughter was going there.” “She didn’t know that I liked her.” “

Sherri looks at him. “Really, you applied because you knew I was going there.” He blushes and says, “I figured maybe I would have a better shot with you at a new school where you didn’t know many people, I would be there a familiar face.” She looks at him, “that is so sweet.” He says, “However, I have to wait a semester, my father needs some help with his business, he has a big contract, so I need to be there.”

Rachel looks at him and says. “That's a good son, but don’t let it keep you any longer, get into school.” “So what are your planes with my daughter.” He says, “To spend as much time with her as possible.” Rachel smiles. The conversation continues as they finish up their meals.

As Rachel starts to clean up. Tim gets up and helps as does Sherri. Once done Rachel says “I am going to go have a cigarette on the back porch.” Tim says, “I will join you.” Sherri says, “I will also.”

Rachel looks at Sherri as she lights her cigarette. Sherri exhales and looks at her mother and says, “what?” She looks at Tim and says to Sherri, “I am trying to figure out if Tim here, is a good influence or a bad influence on you.” She looks at Tim, with a deep stare. Tim feels a bit uncomfortable. Rachel laughs at him and him and says. “I am just messing with you Tim.” “You have pulled her out of her shell and shown her there is something else besides books.” “But let's not get her into too many bad habits.” Tim smiles and looks at Rachel and says, “No Mam.” Thinking to himself, sorry but that ship has sailed....”

Tim watches Rachel as she smokes and he finds her extremely sexy in the way she does. He feels a little twinge in his pants. He looks at Sherri as she does a snap inhale. He is in paradise with two beautiful women smoking in front of him. Rachel notices and puts on a little show, snap inhaling and exhaling with beautiful style of someone who knows how to use a cigarette to draw attention. Sherri also notices her mother's seductive smoking, and she also shows off a little with her style.

They finish up their cigarettes and Sherri says that they are going out and she will be back later. Tim, thanks Rachel for the dinner and tells her how much he enjoyed meeting her. Rachel says, “You must come back soon.” He says, “he will.”

They get to the party, and it is a full house. The music is loud; the lights are flashing and there is a heavy smell of pot in the air. Sherri looks around a little nervously, but Tim squeezes her hand and leads her through the crowd. She sees kids she knows from school, some of them in her honors classes, doing lines of coke off of the coffee table. Her first instinct is to judge, but then she remembers her own night with Tim and the cigarette and the pot.

They find a spot to sit down, and his friends come over. They introduce themselves and offer her a hit of the joint they are passing around. She takes a drag and feels the pot hit her almost immediately. She coughs, her eyes watering, but she tries to play it cool. She looks around and sees that everyone is doing something. Some are rolling joints, some are snorting lines, some are just drinking. And they are all laughing, talking, having a good time.

The music changes to something slower, and Tim pulls her onto the makeshift dance floor. She feels the beat in her chest, her body moving to the rhythm. She's not high, but the pot has loosened her up, and she lets herself go. She looks into Tim's eyes, and she sees the same love that he had for her the night before. They kiss, and she feels like she is flying. The night is spinning around her, but she doesn't care. She is with Tim, and she is having fun.

The hours tick by, and Sherri finds herself smoking another joint and another cigarette with Tim. She is pretty high and is watching the party from the sidelines. A friend of Tim's calls them over to a table and hands him a straw and says "Yo, dude have some, it is rocking shit." He is high and not thinking, he leans down and snorts a line. Sherri isn't sure what is going on. She is high, she is a little scared. She has never seen coke and never been this close to someone doing it. He hands her the straw and says “its up to you.” She doesn't know why but she leans down and snorts up the coke.

It burns her nose like fire, making her eyes water, but then the rush hits her, and she feels alive in a way she never has before. Her heart races, her thoughts sharpen, and she feels like she can conquer the world. Tim leans down again, taking another hit up his other nostril, his eyes never leaving hers. He passes the straw to her, and she follows his lead, inhaling the white powder. The sensation is intense, and she feels the high hit her like a ton of bricks.

Tim then pulls out a pack of Marlboro lights and lights one up, taking a drag and then passing it to her. She takes it, the cigarette feeling so much more potent with the coke rushing through her veins. The smoke fills her lungs, mingling with the ****, and she feels like she's on top of the world. The two of them lean against the wall, watching the party swirl around them like a colorful tornado. The music seems louder, more vibrant, and she feels like she can hear every beat of the bass, every laugh, every whisper. They start making out in the corner. Getting very hot and heavy because of the coke high. Sherri is all over him, squeezing his ass and chest and grabbing his cock. A couple walk by and tell them, “Go find a room.”

They kiss again, the taste of mint and nicotine dancing on their tongues. The coke makes everything feel more intense, and she loves it. She loves the way he looks at her, the way his hand feels on her skin, the way the world seems to fade away when they're together.

She looks at him and says. “That is a good idea, we should go back to your place.” “But, ah,” she whispers, “Can you get us more to take to your place.” He looks at her, he smiles and says, “I have a couple hundred bucks on me, let me see if he has any more.”

Tim returns with a small bag of white powder in his hand. "Ready?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with excitement. She nods, unable to speak, her heart racing. They slip away from the party, the music fading into the background as they make their way to his car. The cool night air is a stark contrast to the hot, crowded house, and she shivers in anticipation.

She texts her mother and tells her that she is going to stay at Tim's tonight. Her mother sends a smiley emoji.

Once they're home, they move to his room, the door locked firmly behind them. He sets up a small mirror on the nightstand, arranging the tools of their newfound vice with a practiced ease that makes her stomach flip. She watches him, mesmerized by the way the light catches the crystals as he divides the coke into two perfect lines.

"Ready?" he asks again, holding out the rolled-up bill to her. She takes it, feeling the smoothness of the paper between her fingers. She has no idea why she asked him to buy more. Then she thinks to herself, “Yes, I do, it is because I want him to fuck me on this stuff.” She leans in, inhaling deeply through her nose, the coke burning a path to her brain. Her eyes water, but she doesn't care. All she can think about is the high, the way it makes her feel invincible, like she can do anything.

He takes his hit, and then they're both leaning back against the headboard, breathing hard, eyes wide with the rush of it all. The room seems to pulse with energy, and she feels like she's seeing everything in HD for the first time. She takes his hand, and he laces his fingers through hers. "I've never felt like this before," she says, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"Me neither," he replies, and she can see the truth in his eyes. They share another cigarette, passing it back and forth as they talk about their futures, their hopes, and their fears. The conversation is deep, meaningful, and she feels a connection to him that she's never felt with anyone else. He then looks at her and starts to take off her pants and underwear. He undresses himself and she takes off her shirt and bra.

He goes down on her as she lights a cigarette. She takes a massive double pump and inhales with everything she has. It feels so good in her lungs the mixing with the cocaine. And then his mouth hits her clit, and she moans and exhales a massive cloud of smoke. He watches and starts to get hard. She chain smokes through two cigarettes as he pleasures her. She says she wants him to take her from behind while she snorts some more coke. He is shocked at what has gotten into her. He says, "What has happened to the Valedictorian."

"You did this to me," she says, her voice thick with lust and something else, something darker. "You showed me this world, and now I can't get enough." She turns around on the bed on all fours, her body still humming from the coke, and takes his cock in her hand. She guides it to her entrance and pushes back on him her eyes never leaving his. "You made me into this," she whispers, her voice a mix of excitement and accusation. "This wild, crazy girl who does things she never thought she would."

Tim watches her, his own desire reflected in her eyes, as she snorts another line of coke, her body shuddering with the rush. He runs his hand down her spine, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. He leans in, his breath hot on her neck, and says, "You're not just a Valedictorian, Sherri. You're a goddess." And with that, he plunges into her, her moan mixing with the sound of her cigarette crackling in the ashtray.

The rhythm of their bodies is like a dance, a frantic, **** dance fueled by the coke and the desire that burns between them. She takes another drag, the smoke swirling around them like a fog. As he fucks her, she snorts another line, the burn in her nose adding to the fire in her veins. She's never felt so alive, so free, so...so wrong. But it feels so right.

With each hit of the cigarette, each snort of the coke, she feels herself slipping further into this new reality. She's not the girl who studied all night and never went to parties. She's not the girl who blended into the background, who was always the smart one but never the fun one. She's the girl who's fucking the football player in a cloud of smoke and a haze of white powder. And she loves it.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, and she cries out, the cigarette falling from her hand as she arches her back. Tim follows her over the edge, his own release filling her up. They collapse onto the bed, their breathing ragged, their hearts pounding in sync. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed, and says, "I don't know what's happening to me, but I don't want it to stop."

She jumps on top of him and starts sucking his dick while she is smoking. Blowing smoke all over it. As it gets hard again, she takes a double pump and inhales and deep throats his dick. He grows in her throat. Smoke some out her nose as she comes up and starts going up and down. She is a wild woman. He is finally hard enough to her standards and she mounts him, lights a cigarette off of the old one and puts it out. She Hands him the cigarette to hold while she fucks him. She leans over and grabs the mirror and snorts up two more lines. She puts it back down and takes double pump of the cigarette he is holding, and she starts slamming herself into his dick. Fast and hard, she can't get enough of him. She releases the smoke, and he brings the cigarette back to her lips and she inhales deeply, as she continues to pump him hard. Her hands are on his chest she is using him as leverage. She grabs ahold of his chest digging her nails into him. He doesn't care he is in heaven. He takes a drag and brings the cigarette back to her mouth. she pulls and as he exhales she leans in and takes his smoke with the smoke she just pulled into her mouth and inhales it deep. She is riding him like he is a bucking bronco. She starts to come as she releases the smoke. She starts to scream his name. He puts the cigarette in her mouth and grabs her tits with both hands and helps her slam herself into him. the orgasm keeps going, the crack high pushing it. Each drag of the cigarette causing it to peak again.

Her nails digging into his chest, her eyes roll into the back of her head. She comes for over a min not taking anything but cigarette smoke into her lungs. She screams and spasms on his dick. She can't believe it. She feels like she is in another dimension. Like nothing matters but this moment. He is in awe of her. She has never been like this before, and he is loving every moment of it. He watches her face contort in pleasure as she comes hard. He can feel her pussy tightening around his cock as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

He takes the cigarette out of her mouth and says, "You are amazing." She leans down and kisses him hard. He can feel her heart racing against his chest. He runs his hand down her back and grabs her ass as she starts to slow down. She is breathing heavy, her chest heaving with each breath. The room is spinning, and she falls to the side, taking him with her. They lay there in a tangled mess of limbs and cigarette butts.

They both light up another cigarette and he says, "Wow, that was intense." She nods, still trying to catch her breath. "I never knew I could feel like that." He laughs and says, "You're a natural." They lay there smoking, their bodies still intertwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared high. The party goes on outside their door, but in that moment, they are in their own little world, a world of smoke and pleasure.

The night goes on, and they experiment with different ways to enhance their intimacy. Each time they take a hit, the world sharpens and the colors become more vivid. The music seems to pulse through their bodies, setting the rhythm for their love-making. She's never felt so alive, so free. And with each drag, she feels herself falling deeper and deeper into this dangerous, exciting rabbit hole.

Tim is more than happy to oblige her demands, his own curiosity and desire driving him to push the boundaries of their relationship. They explore each other's bodies with a fervor that is both exhilarating and terrifying. With every snort, every drag, she feels the coke coursing through her veins, making her more and more insatiable. She's not just the girl from the party anymore; she's a creature of the night, a seductress in search of the ultimate high.

But even as she gives herself over to the pleasure, she can't shake the feeling that this is all a dream, that she's going to wake up and find herself back in her pristine, orderly world. The world where she's the good girl, the one who follows the rules. But here, with Tim, she's someone else entirely, and she's not sure she wants to go back. The coke and the cigarettes have become a part of her, a part of this new person she's discovered. And as they lie there, the ashes of their passion cooling, she knows that she's changed, that she's crossed a line she can never uncross. But for now, she doesn't care. She's living in the moment, living for the next hit, the next kiss, the next orgasm. For now, she's exactly where she wants to be.

The next morning, the harsh light of day streams through the blinds, and Sherri wakes up with a start, her head pounding and her throat raw. She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes red-rimmed and her skin sallow. "What have I done?" she whispers to her reflection. "Who am I?" She's never felt this way before, like she's lost control of herself, like she's become someone else entirely.

Tim stirs beside her, his arm draped over her waist. He opens his eyes and sees the look on her face and sits up with a jolt. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice thick with sleep and concern. Sherri turns to him, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. "Honestly, I don't know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore."

He reaches out and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're still Sherri," he says, trying to reassure her. "You're just... exploring."

But even as he says it, she knows it's not enough. She needs something more, something to ground her in this new reality. And without thinking, she reaches for the pack of Virginia Slim 120 menthols on the nightstand, her hand shaking slightly. She lights one, the flame casting shadows across the room, and takes a deep, shaky drag. The smoke fills her lungs, and she feels a rush of something, a craving she's never felt before. It's like her body is begging for more, for the rush that only the nicotine can give her.

Tim watches her, his eyes dark with desire as she exhales a plume of smoke. He's never seen her like this before, so raw and ****. It turns him on in a way that scares him a little. But he doesn't say anything, just watches as she takes another hit, the smoke curling around her like a lover's arms.

Her hand is unsteady as she brings the cigarette to her lips again, but this time, she does it with a sense of purpose. She takes a deep drag, her chest expanding, and then releases the smoke in a slow, deliberate stream right towards his dick.

She says. "We can't do that again." "I got out of hand last night." He looks at her and says, "I know, I am sorry." "But you were amazing." "Do you want me to throw the rest of the coke out?" She looks at him and says. "No, this is our weekend, and you spent your money on it, so let's finish it today and that will be it."

“How much do we have left.” She asks. He says, “I think a little over a gram.” “She says is that much?” He says it about 1/3 of what we did last night.”

She looks at him and says. “Cut the rest of it up into 4 lines.” He looks at her. “Those are going to be either very long lines or very think lines.” She says, “Make them both long and think like your dick.” in a sexy tone. He stares at her, mouth slightly open, not sure what to say. She burst out laughing, “I am sorry...I am getting bad.” He looks at her. “I am worried, I saw what it did to you last night and you are already a little wild this morning.” She says, “I make no promises either way.”

Tim says, “Ok” as he cuts 4 large lines. He understands the gravity of the situation, the potential danger of taking that much coke at once. But the hunger in her eyes, the raw desire that's taken over, makes his own resolve waver. He can't deny her, not now, not when she's looking at him like that.

His mind races with the consequences of their actions, but the thrill of the moment drowns out the rational thoughts. As he cuts the coke into four generous lines, he can't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. This was new territory for both of them, a line they hadn't dared to cross before.

"Are you really ready for this?" he asks, his voice low and serious. She nods, her grip tightening around the cigarette. "I want to feel it again and I want you to fuck me," she says, her voice a mix of defiance and desperation. He can see the determination in her eyes, the need for an escape from the fear that's been plaguing her since their first night together.

Tim hands her the rolled-up bill, the coke glinting in the light. "Take it slow," he cautions, his voice strained. She leans over the mirror, her breath hitching as she snorts the first line, it takes her two try's to get it all up. He looks at her and says, “Let me show you how it is done.” , her eyes watering from the burn. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette and holds the smoke in her lungs, her chest rising and falling with the effort. She passes the bill back to him, and he takes his turn, the coke's bite familiar and comforting in its own twisted way. He takes his all in one shot. He jumps up and down from the burn in his nose and sinus... “ooohhh” She grabs her drink fast. “I gross its sliding down my throat.” She drinks fast. He hands her the bill and says your tern. As he makes a face having the same issue. She is having a hard time swallowing, her throat is real numb as is her nose... She leans down and this time with everything she has, she sucks up her other line in one shot.

She hands him the straw as she takes a massive double pump off her VS 120. She inhales and really can’t feel it, no bur in her throat lungs a nice full feeling but no burn. Her mind starts to race as the coke high hits. She doesn’t realize it but she is holding the smoke in. All the sudden she releases the smoke fast. He looks at her quizzically. She laughs and says “I forgot to breath.” He smiles and bends down and takes his other line. The are both wired as hell. He lights his own cigarette and they both chain smoke.

The room seems to shrink around them, the air thick with the smell of sex and smoke. Her pulse races, the anticipation building within her. She's never felt so alive, so in control of her own body and desires.

Her body is trembling a little, he sees it and holds her and takes a drag and passes the smoke to her.

With the last of the coke consumed, the room spins into focus. The high hits them like a ton of bricks, their hearts racing as they lock eyes, the understanding that there's no going back now. He takes the cigarette from her, his hand steady as he brings it to his lips. "Ready for round two?" he asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. She nods, her eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that matches his own.

She grabs the back of his head and kisses him hard; she is an animal that wants him. She pulls away with a wild look in her blood shot eyes. She says, "You need to fuck me hard, now!!" She takes a drag off her cigarette and forces her mouth on his, forcing the smoke in his lungs and pushes him back on the bed and mounts his hard cock. She hands him the cigarette as she starts to fuck him. Moving faster and faster and harder and harder. She starts to moan and tell him how much she wants him. The crack high taking over everything.

He places the cigarette to her lips, and she pulls hard and does a double pump taking it deep. She says to him. Get on top of me. "Dominate me if you can.". He is surprised by the aggressiveness. He thinks to himself, the coke really changes her. I like it but it is a bit scarry.

He gets on top of her and puts out the cigarette and lights one of hers for her and hands it to her. She starts to pump; she wants it harder and faster. She is moaning as he fucks her. She is taking one drag after another holding the smoke. The lungs taking up the oxygen, feels so good with the coke. As he is really starting to move, she takes his hand and puts it on her throat. He slows down, not sure what to think. She looks at him with lust in her eyes and says "**** me while I hold the smoke." He is scared. She sees it in his eyes. She looks at him and grabs his other hand and puts them both on her throat and says, "**** me while I smoke and come."

He starts to move again, hesitatingly, placing his hands on her neck, feeling the fragile warmth of her throat beneath his fingers. He takes a deep breath and squeezes gently, feeling the pulse of her artery as she takes a drag from the cigarette. She doesn't flinch, instead she takes a deeper drag and closes her eyes, her body moving in time with his rhythm. He can see the trust in her eyes, the desire to push the boundaries of their intimacy even further.

Her moans grow louder as he chokes her, the smoke escaping her mouth in small puffs with each gasp for air. It's a dangerous dance, one that excites and terrifies him all at once. He's never done anything like this before, but with her, he feels like he can conquer any fear. He watches as she takes another drag, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, her eyes never leaving his. The pressure builds inside her, and she's close, so close to the edge.

Her nails dig into his back, her legs wrapping around him tightly. He can feel her pussy contracting around his cock, squeezing him as she comes. He releases the pressure on her throat just enough for her to exhale the smoke in one long, slow stream. It's a beautiful sight, one that makes him feel powerful and **** all at once. He takes over the rhythm, fucking her with everything he has as she takes another drag, the smoke mixing with their sweat and the scent of sex.

She slams her body into his, she says to him, "harder, tighter." She takes a double pump, and he squeezes, and her breath is cut off. She loves it, the coke high and the smoke burning in her lungs. She looks at him. He sees pure lust in her eyes, eyes daring him to take her to the edge. He releases his grip, she looks at him and says, "You can do better than that." She takes a massive double pump and inhales it all. He squeezes cutting off her air. She goes crazy pushing up against him. She drops the cigarette and puts her hands around his neck, and she shows him what she means. She squeezes with everything she has. Using his neck as leverage to pull her up to him, slamming herself into his cock as he comes down. He is surprised by her strength and he himself can barely breath. He looks at her with pure lust and he squeezes harder. She just smiles at him, her eyes blood shot and slightly bulging, her face getting redder. It hits her, the orgasm of all orgasms. He feels it, her pussy locks onto his dick it is the most incredible sensation either of the have ever had. Her orgasm is endless his is the most massive explosion he has ever felt. They both scream in unison as they release each other's necks. the smoke exploding out of her mouth as they both collapse on the bed.

The room spins around them as they ride out the wave of their orgasms, their bodies trembling with the intensity of the moment. She takes the cigarette from her mouth and hands it to him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. He takes a drag, the smoke filling his lungs and mixing with the coke-induced euphoria. It's like nothing he's ever felt before, a high that's both physical and emotional.

He collapses on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She giggles, the sound light and airy, like a feather tickling his soul. "That was..." she starts, but trails off, unable to find the words to describe the experience. He kisses her, his lips lingering on hers as he tries to catch his breath.

He looks at her and she gets a smile on her face. She is still really buzzing from the coke. She lights another cigarette and tells him she needs another orgasm. He looks at her, she is fucking crazy on coke. He says to her, "Hang on for a sec, what was that?" She looks at him takes a drag and says what was what?" He says, "The ****?" She says, "I don't know, but I liked it." "I like it rough doing this stuff." She looks at him. "Do I scare you?" she smiles slyly. He says, "Not really, I just don't want to hurt you." He thinks to himself, “Hell yes you scare me.” She looks at him and says. "Fuck me hard stud or don't fuck me at all." She laughs. He looks at her and smiles. "Ok."

She takes a drag off her cigarette and goes down on his dick.

Tim watches, his eyes wide with astonishment as Sherri straddles him, her body moving with the precision of a seasoned seductress. The coke has brought out a side of her he never knew existed. She takes his cock into her mouth, her movements fast and hungry. He groans, his hips bucking involuntarily as she works him with a ferocity that leaves him breathless. He can feel his orgasm building again, his body responding to her every touch. But she stops

Her eyes never leave his, even as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth and flicks the ash onto his chest. She gets up and straddles him, her pussy slick with desire as she lowers herself onto his cock. His body craving her like a ****. She starts to ride him, her movements erratic and unpredictable, driven by the high. She's a **** of nature, and he's just trying to keep up.

He grabs her hips, guiding her movements, pushing her down harder onto him as she takes another drag from the cigarette. She exhales the smoke into his mouth, and he can feel it fill his lungs, the nicotine adding a sharpness to the already intense rush of the coke. Her nails dig into his skin, leaving little half-moons on his chest as she rides him harder, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.

The room seems to spin faster, the high from the coke making everything feel more intense. She leans back, her hands on his thighs, her tits bouncing with every thrust. He can see the desire in her eyes, the hunger that's driving her, and it makes him want to give her everything she needs. He starts to pump up into her, his movements matching her own, their bodies moving as one. The smoke from the cigarette swirls around them, creating a haze that makes the moment feel surreal.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she comes. He feels her tighten around him, her pussy milking his cock for all it's worth. He can't hold back anymore, and with a roar, he comes deep inside her. They collapse onto the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and come. She rolls off of him, taking another drag from the cigarette, her eyes still glazed over with the high.

For a moment, they just lay there, their chests heaving with the effort. And then she looks at him, a wild grin spreading across her face. "Again," she says, her voice a mix of a purr and a command. And before he can even catch his breath, she's on him again, her movements even more frantic than before. Sucking his cock back to hardness, the stamina of an 18 year old. The cigarette hangs from her lips, the smoke curling around them like a lover's embrace as she mounts him again.

He's lost in her, in the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around his cock, in the taste of the smoke on her lips. He knows this is dangerous, that they're playing with fire, but he can't stop. The high is too good, the sex too intense. And as she rides him, her body moving in time with the beat of their racing hearts, he knows that he's found something he's been searching for his whole life.

She rolls him on top of her. She says “**** your slut.” He is again a little shocked, but then he looks at her with lust in his eyes. “How far do you want to go” She says “Further than you are willing.” His dick is getting harder in her as he is slowly moving as they talk. He says to her “We need a safe word.” She says, “yea for you...” He laughs, “yes for me too.” How about “Val, for Valedictorian.” She looks at him. “You make it seem like I am some untouchable royalty.” He looks her in the eyes then looks down at his dick fucking her, then looks at her again. He kisses her deeply. Looks at her, then looks again at his dick in her, looks at her again. “Untouchable, reeeeeealy?” She starts laughing. She agrees to the safe word.

He starts moving faster and she starts moaning and smoking faster. She takes one of his hands and puts it on her throat. She takes a drag and does a snap inhale and says, “Harder, Faster, Tighter!! He starts obliges. She can still get some air and brings the cigarette to her lips. He releases her neck so she can take a drag. She does a double pump and takes it deep and squeezes again, cutting off her air. She starts to move under him pushing up and sliding so her clit hits his bone. Her eyes are getting redder, and her face is a nice shade of pink. The desire in her eyes is unyielding. He is watching her carefully. Her mouth is open. Nothing goes in or comes out. She brings the cigarette up to her lips, signaling to release. He does and she releases the smoke and immediately takes another double pump and inhales it to her toes. He Squeezes again. This time she can feel the smoke. The coke doesn't make it burn. But the body is responding to the lack of oxygen. She starts to shake. She is really pounding her. He sees it in her eyes. She is close. He is close. It is the most erotic thing he has ever been involved in. She looks at him and drops the cigarette and grabs his neck and squeezes with everything she has. The orgasm hits her. Like before her pussy grabs his dick like a vise. He is still holding her neck; she is off the ground as he is slamming her into him. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she shudders. He comes and screams and as he does he lets her neck go but continues to pound her. The smoke comes out of her mouth in a scream of ultimate desire and release...

Finally, exhausted, they collapse onto the bed, their bodies tangled together. The room is silent except for their ragged breaths and the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears. He looks at her, her face flushed and beautiful, and he knows that he's in love with her.

But even as he thinks it, a part of him wonders if this is real, if this is who she really is. Or if she's just a creature of the night, a figment of his own desires brought to life by the ****. He doesn't know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, he's just going to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

As the coke wears off, leaving them both feeling a bit raw and exposed, Sherri sits up and runs her fingers through her hair. She looks at Tim, her eyes clearing of the fog that had clouded them moments ago. "Thank you," she says, her voice a little hoarse from the smoking and screaming. "Thank you for letting me explore."

Tim nods, still trying to catch his breath. He's not sure what to say, so he just takes her hand in his and squeezes it. The silence between them is comfortable, a testament to the intimacy they've shared. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he suggests, his voice low. She nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up.

He pulls out a bag of weed and a pipe from his nightstand, and they both take a hit. The pot wraps them in a warm, fuzzy blanket of calm, the perfect contrast to the sharpness of the coke. They settle in to watch a movie, their bodies still sticky with sweat and each other. The glow of the TV casts shadows on their faces, making them look like a couple from a 90's teen drama, all passion and angst. They smoke cigarette after cigarette, the ashtray filling up with their discarded butts.

As the movie plays on, their bodies slowly relax, the tension of the night seeping away. They laugh at the corny jokes, their mood lightening with every passing minute. It's like they're in their own little world, a bubble of smoke and light that's separate from the reality outside the bedroom door.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Sherri sits up and stretches. "I should probably get home," she says, her voice tinged with regret. Tim nods, understanding. He doesn't want her to go, but he knows she can't stay forever. She stands up and walks to the bathroom, her naked body a study in contrasts: soft curves and sharp angles, strength and fragility.

He hears the shower running, the sound of the water a gentle lullaby. When she emerges, she's clean and fresh, the traces of their wild night together washed away. She dresses quickly, the mundane act feeling almost surreal after the intense experience they've just shared. She takes one last drag of her cigarette and crushes it in the ashtray, a small sigh escaping her lips.

She says to him as the get in the car to head to her house. "We can never do that again." "Don't ever bring it up, I can't be that person, it was a onetime thing." "Do you understand?"

He looks at her, feeling a little disappointed but says. "I know, I won't."

As they pull into her driveway. She kisses him and says she will see him tomorrow.

As she comes in the house her mother says, so how was it?" Then she looks at her daughter and sees that she looks a little pale and her eyes are bloodshot. She says, "Sherri is everything ok? Did you and time have a fight?"

She looks at her mom and says. "No, that's not it." "Can I have a cigarette?" Her mom pushes the pack to her and says "Tell me what's going on. " Sherri takes a drag and says, "Tim and I went to a party last night." "We got high and some guys gave us a straw and told us to do a couple lines. Tim had never done it before either, we were high, we just did it. It was so good. I made Tim buy us some and we did it all night long while we had sex." Her mother looks at her with her mouth hung open. "Say, what did you say? "Coke, you made him buy it?” "Well, oh shit, I wanted you to come out of your shell but Jesus honey." She says mom. "I loved it, and I was, well I can only describe it as an animal." "I made him take me, I was all over him, I wouldn't let up it was amazing the orgasms everything." Her mother is in shock.

Her mother sits down and takes a deep drag off the cigarette. "Well, I had my wild days too." "But that shit can ruin your life, and I don't want that for you." "But it was just a onetime thing, right?" Sherri looks away, her mind racing. "Well, I told him it was a onetime thing." "But the truth is, if he called me right now, I'd drop everything and go to his house and let him fuck me silly again." She looks at her mother, the guilt written all over her face. "Oh mom, what is wrong with me?"

Her mother takes a deep drag of the cigarette and then looks at her with a knowing expression. "You're in love, baby girl. Or at least in lust." "But you have to be careful with that kind of love." "It can consume you, make you do things you never thought you'd do." "But you're young, and you're learning." She takes another drag and passes it to Sherri. "Just remember, you're in charge of your own life." "If you want to explore more, that's your choice. But don't let anyone make you feel bad for it." "And if it's not what you want, don't do it again."

Sherri nods, feeling a little bit of the tension ease from her shoulders. She takes a deep drag from the cigarette, the smoke mingling with the words of her mother's advice. "I know, I just don't want to lose control." "I don't want to be that girl who throws everything away for a boy or for a high." "I've worked so hard to get where I am." Her mother's eyes soften, a hint of understanding in them. "You're not that girl, Sherri." "You're strong and smart." "Just remember to take care of yourself, and if it's too much, you know where to draw the line." They sit in silence for a moment, the only sound the crackle of the cigarette and the tick of the clock. “Truth is mom, I think I am the bad influence.” “I am the one who always says, lets get high, I made him buy the coke.” “He is so good to me and I take advantage of him.” Her mother looks at her and smiles and says. “It is much better to be in control then to be controlled.” Sherri looks at her mother and smiles. "Thanks, mom." "I'm just worried." "I know," she says, taking another drag and exhaling slowly. "Me too."

"Mom, have you ever done coke?" Rachel looks at her daughter and says "Since you have been so forth coming with me" "Yes, I do coke every once and a while. I have also do other things." “Your mother was a wild child in her 20s and early 30s.

Sherri stared at her mother in disbelief. The pristine image she had of her mom, the woman who had always been a beacon of morality and discipline, shattered like a dropped crystal. Rachel took another drag from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Sherri's.

Her mother's revelation hit her like a ton of bricks. "But you're always telling me to stay away from that stuff," Sherri protested, her voice trembling. Rachel leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Because I want you to be safe, Sherri," she said. "But I can't ignore that there's a part of me in you, that wild side you've always kept hidden."

"If you ever want to explore that side," Rachel continued, her gaze never wavering, "you can do it here, where I can keep an eye on you. I don't want you out there making mistakes that could ruin your life." Sherri felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite name. "But only if you're sure," Rachel added, her voice firm. "And only when you're ready to handle the consequences."

The silence between them was thick with unspoken understanding. Rachel was offering her a way to experience the thrills of the world she had been sheltered from without the fear of judgment or retribution. It was an offer that was both terrifying and exciting, a peek into a world that had only ever existed in whispers and rumors.

Sherri took a deep breath, the cigarette smoke filling her lungs. She had never felt so torn in her life. Part of her wanted to run to her room and bury her face in her pillow, to forget the night she had just had. But another part, the one that had come alive in Tim's arms, craved more.

"Thanks mom." "I am not sure what I am going to do." "I know right now, I can't do that again at least for a while." "Her mother looks at her and thinks to herself. Good girl, don't become too much like your mother.

The next day Sherri calls Tim and he picks her up. the drive in silence to the restaurant. When they get there, he asks. "Are you ok, are you made at me?" she looks at him and says. "God no, why would you think that." He says, "I don't know, maybe I hurt you or something over the weekend, we got a bit crazy." She says, "Tim, have you ever done coke before this weekend?" He says "No." Have you? She laughs and says "Until a few weeks ago, I had never smoked drank, done pot or coke or had sex so, no." "The point is this, we both decided to try it, Then I asked you to buy it." "What I am saying is it is all my fault." "And what it turned me into; I am embarrassed by." He looks at her and says, "You have nothing to be embarrassed by. It was the most erotic sexy, most beautiful thing I have ever been involved in." "I love you." She looks at him and melts. "I love you to, thank you."

They have a great dinner and go back to his house and get high and have sex. It is great and she loves it, but there is something in the back of her mind that is missing, and it scares her.

The weeks go by and the college year is getting closer. She has two more weeks before it starts. Tim is going to have to delay his entrance into college by at least a semester. His father's business has exploded, and he needs his sons help. She is so disappointed as is he. But as he says, his father pays for his house that he lives in so he can't so no.

Sherri has a plan to make their last weekend unforgettable. She tells Tim that not to plan anything for the weekend. They are going to spend it at his house by themselves. She has a surprise for him, and they are going to have sex all weekend long. He wonders if it is coke, but he knows better than to ask and he can't believe that would be it.

On Thursday he has dinner at her house. Rachel is gracious and flirty as usual. The start teasing Tim and seeing if they can make him blush. Rachel says, "Sherri, what do you think, could he handle both of us?" Tim turns bright red. "Sherri takes a drag of her cigarette and walks up to her mom and kisses her and passer her the smoke. Her mother releases and blows the smoke at Tim. Tim's, dick is hard, thank God he is sitting at a table. His face is bright red, and he looks down not knowing what to say. The girls laugh and Sherry says. "I have never seen him so red." Tim looks up and says. "That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen." "You girls are mean." They all laugh. Rachel looks at the kids and says. "Do you guys want to get high?" Tim leans back eyes wide but says. "Ok" Sherri looks at her mother? "Really?" "I told you I did other things.?" She looks at Sherri and says, "I can't believe you never smelled it."

She lights a joint and they pass it around. The talk and laugh for a while. Rachel says she is going up to bed. Really she is going up to masturbate and will probably think about Tim as she does.

Tim looks at Sherri, "Are you going to give me a hint." She says, "It is something we have never done before."

The go into the family room and watch TV and hold each other. After a few hours Tim says I have to get going have to get up early. The kiss and he leaves, and Sherri heads up to bed.

Friday night arrives and he picks her up. He says so what is the deal. She pulls out a bag with 12 white rocks. "He says is that what I think it is?" She says, "Its Crack" He looks at her, "Where the fuck did you get that.?" She said I was in town the other day and I remembered kids talking about getting crack at a corner." "So, I went there and I got 300 dollars' worth." He looks at her. "Are you nuts? something could have happened to you.?" She looks at him slyly and forcible says "Nothing did, so do you want to do this or not? It's a onetime thing."

He says "absolutely."

She says to him. "Let's get high and get naked" "what i want to do is get on top of you and start fucking you and as I get close I want to take my first hit of the crack." Can we use your bong?" He says, "I don't see why not."

They get high each taking a few bong hits. He then cleans out the bowl and fills it with a crack rock. He lays down. She lights a cigarette and starts to give him a smokey blow job." She takes a drag and puts her mouth of her dick as the smoke comes out of her nose, she goes up and down his shaft as it grows. As it gets to full high, she takes a double pump and deep throats his cock. He is in heaven. As she comes up the smoke leaves her mouth and nose. She looks at him like he is prey as she climbs on top of his dick. Her hands pushing down on his waist as she rides him. She moves faster and faster and finally starts to get close. She picks up the bong and lights it. the crack popping as the smoke comes up the bong. She sucks with everything she has and fills her lungs. She sets the bong down and it hits her. The crack high is so intense, not like the coke. If coke is a hammer, crack is a jack hammer. She starts moving faster on him holding the smoke. She then leans down to his mouth and forces the smoke in his lungs and she stats hammering him. The crack hits him like a freight train as he holds her exhale in. She starts moaning. She looks at him and gets up and says" Take me from behind so we can smoke while we fuck". She lights a cigarette and takes a long drag and inhales deep as he enters her again. He takes the bong and puts in two more rocks and lights it and starts to inhale the crack smoke as he starts pumping on her. He hands her the bong. she hands him the cigarette. She takes a massive hit from the bong as he pounds her from behind. She can see themselves in the mirror and she sees him exhaling the crack smoke and taking a drag off the cigarette, it is such a turn on. She finally exhales the crack smoke as she slams her ass into him. He reaches around her and puts the cigarette in her mouth. She takes a double pump and holds the cigarette. She starts to feel it come and she takes the bong and takes another monster hit of crack and the orgasm explodes. It is the most intense thing she has felt, it hurts it is so good. She screams in ecstasy as the smoke escapes her mouth. She pulls out of him and lays on her back and tells him to fuck her hard. He does she rolls to the side and takes another hit of crack and lays on her back. She grabs his hands and puts them around her throat. She looks at him. "Tight' she whispers. He is experienced now, he knows what to do. He squeezes so she is **** to hold the crack smoke. He pounds her as hard as he can. Using her neck as leverage to bring her down on his dick. Her eyes are red and bulging but she is smiling. She is mouthing "harder, harder." He obliges. She starts to spasm as her orgasm hits. The crack smoke still in her lungs she goes into convulsions. Her pussy squeezing like a vice on his dick. He explodes in her, he releases her. The smoke shoots out of her mouth. She is hyperventilating. He is exhausted. She looks at him and says while panting. "We are nowhere near done." She pics up the Bong and takes another hit of crack. as she reaches for a cigarette.

Tim watches in amazement as Sherri's body responds to the combination of the crack and his touch. He feels a mix of desire and fear, knowing the power of the **** and the intense high it's giving them both. He takes a drag of the cigarette she offers, the taste of her mouth on the filter, and inhales the smoke, feeling it mingle with the lingering taste of their lovemaking.

She tells him to fill the bong again. he puts in 4 more rocks. She takes a massive hit and starts sucking his cock, the crack smoke coming out of her nose as she moves up and down, she comes up and releases the rest of it on his dick causing it to twitch. She takes another massive hit and starts sucking him moving faster and faster deeper and deeper she holds the smoke as she moves and finally deep throats him after holding the smoke for 20 seconds. He has the back of her head and is forcing her down on his cock as he takes a massive hit of crack. He pushes up forcing his dick even further. She struggling to up. He finally releases her as he releases his smoke. She blows her out fast and grabs the bong and takes another massive hit as she climbs up on him. She starts slamming her self in to his cock as she releases the smoke. He lights her a cigarette and hands it to her as she coughs a few times. She has one hand on his chest the other brings the cigarette to her lips whiles she moves her ass up and downs fucking him. She hands him the cigarette and takes he bong and takes another hit of crack and puts it back down, takes his free hand and puts it on her neck. She starts fucking him and lifts her hands up so it is just his hand supporting her neck. Cutting off her own air way holding the crack smoke in. She is pounding him. He is in paradise; he takes a drag of the cigarette as he watches her. She starts to come and grunts but refuses to put her hands down. He puts the cigarette in the ash tray and brings up both hands to help not only **** her but to help slam her into his dick. Her orgasm shoots through her like an explosion hitting all her exterminates. She has virtually passed out and isn’t doing much moving. But she doesn't need to, he is slamming himself into her while he supports her by the neck. He starts to come and screams and brings her down and grabs her ass and really starts pounding. the release of her neck, the smoke comes rushing out and she is moaning in pleasure while they both come.

They spend the night lost in a haze of pleasure, exploring new depths of intimacy and pushing the boundaries of their desires. The crack fuels their passion, making every touch, every kiss, every orgasm more intense than the last. The smoke fills the room, a testament to their wild night of discovery.

As the sun starts to rise, their bodies exhausted but their spirits soaring, they lay tangled in the sheets, sharing a cigarette. Sherri looks into Tim's eyes, the love and lust still burning bright. "This weekend was everything I hoped for," she says, her voice thick with emotion.

Tim runs his hand through her hair, feeling the sweat and grime from their all-night marathon of love and ****. "What made you decide to try crack?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern. "I know we talked about not going there again after the coke, but something about it just called to me."

Sherri takes a deep drag and exhales slowly, watching the smoke dance in the early morning light. "I wanted to feel more," she confesses. "The coke was amazing, but it was like I was just watching it happen. With the crack, I was in it, a part of it." She looks at him, searching for understanding. "I know it's dangerous, but I needed to feel that rush."

He nods, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and worry. "I get it," he says, his voice soft. "But promise me we'll be careful." She smiles, leaning in to kiss him gently. "I promise," she whispers. "This is our little secret." “I think we are good.”

The final day of their weekend together is bittersweet. They know that soon, they will be apart, with Sherri leaving for college and Tim staying behind to help his father. They spend the day in a daze, their bodies still humming from the crack, their hearts heavy with the weight of impending separation.

They talk about their future, about visiting each other, and how they'll make their relationship work despite the distance.

He helps her pack up and goes with her to her dorm to help her mother and her move in.

Once there done, she and Tim go for a walk. She looks at him and says. “Promise me a few things.” He says “Anything”. “Don’t do any more coke or crack, I promise I will not either.” Promises me you won’t get high with any other girls.” “And promise me you will wait for me and come see me.” He looks at her and says. “I promise I won’t do any hard **** without you.” “I promise I won’t do any **** or drink around any girls and will not be alone with any girls; you are my goddess.” She smiles. He says, “I will wait for you until the end of the world and will come see you when I can on the weekends I am not with my dad, it is only an hour and half drive.” “You will be back for long weekends and holidays.” “But I am not worried about me.” he says, “You are going to be at this big school with all these guys.” “I have opened your eyes, I just hope they don’t wander but I also know it happens.”

She looks at him. “You obviously have no idea how much I love you.” “You mean everything to me.” He kisses her

The End of Part 1