Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... both knew it was inevitable, I had hoped, and I still love her, but I think it's time I got my shit together."

JJ thought he was jumping to conclusions. One thing she knew it was people who were addicted to coke. It was her business. She was feeling conflicted lately and had, at certain times, refused to sell to some people she knew were heading toward bottoms. In fact, when she put aside her lust for Melissa's sweet pussy, she knew that girl was an addiction train wreck waiting to happen, and she should have suggested to Melissa to stop, slow down or cut her off. If she came back for coke, she would make the call. She would watch Dave as well, but his thing was booze, and given what had just happened, who could blame him for going on a bender.

"Look, Dave, I really like you and Melissa. I think she's fucked up. I shouldn't tell you this, but she has a bad habit. Way more than what you probably knew about."

I let that sink in. It was accurate, and at that movement, I knew I was fucked up too. My day was coming. "Well, be that as it may. I think I'm good for a bender!"

With that, JJ knew it was time to leave. She left but was worried. Should she call Melissa? She decided to leave it alone. She had her own demons starting to echo inside her head.

I cleaned up the loft. Looked at this phone, hoping for a message from Mel. Nothing.Oh well, I thought. I went out on a run. Beer, some food, some other things, and garbage bags to pack up Melissa's shit. I went to our ...

... pub and sat at the bar, but everyone wanted to know where Melissa was. I told them, or at least what I thought was the truth, that she was at her parents. But that was most likely a lie. She was probably with Ryan taking a ride again.

When I returned to the loft, I continued to drink and do drugs. For a fleeting moment thought I was horny and pondered ordering a call girl. The idea of sex sounded good as an escape or maybe a revenge thing, but suddenly, my brain flooded with images of that guy's huge cock. I became petrified that I would not be able to get it up. A cold chill enveloped me as I fought off the terror. I decided on drinking; that was the answer. More drinking. I cut the coke off at 8PM. As hard as that was, it scared me more than the booze. I was so utterly alone, and a dark mood was eating me alive. I passed out by ten and didn't wake up until Tuesday at three PM.

I started drinking hard like I had to make up for lost time. I dressed, showered, and went out aimlessly, hopping from bar to bar, avoiding the ones we frequented together. I got hit on by a woman close to my age. She was hot. We drank together, but it soon became apparent she was a lush, and she figured that's what I was as well. That was depressing. I considered a call girl again, but then the sex dread returned, and a massive wave of despair hit me. I'd not heard from Mel. I knew it was really over. The denial phase was ending, and my anger was brewing. I said my goodbyes and went home. Back ...