You’re exhausted by the time Ally returns. Ash is with her, seeing the extent of your debauchery – the bedsheets soaking with yours and Jessica’s sweat and other bodily fluids, the scent of sex blending with the scent of weed that gallons of industrial cleaner cannot remove and that are seeping on your own flesh. You hold your girl in your arms, triumphant – and she holds you in kind, confident.
“Oh-ho!” she says as she sees you. “Look at this! Woof – you really went all out, didn’t you?”
Jessica chuckles. “Sure seems like it.”
“Room’s got the same vibe as when we do it,” Ash remarks.
“You mean the same smell,” you tell him.
“Naw. Same vibe. Hot, steamy--”
“Ash’s right,” Ally says, supporting her man. “It’s a lovely vibe.” She sits beside you while he sits at the couch. “Spill it. It was good, isn’t it?”
You see how Jessica’s face brightens, her smile dazzling with her own light. “It was better than good. It was a-mazing.”
“Glad you liked it.” She taps your girl’s leg, giving her a knowing look. “Like I said, you can use my shack for some lovin’ whenever you want.”
“By the way,” you warn her. “We met someone while trying to enter. I suppose she must be the owner.”
“You mean Lucy?” She snorts. “Yeah. She and Jeb own the house, so they’re basically my landlords. They’re nice people. I get along with ‘em; sometimes, they even give me my fix. They grow their own stuff, after all.”
“Your fix?” Jessica gasps. “They also sell you weed?”
“Sorta. Jeb gives me something for free, usually enough for a week. They say I already pay ‘em rent, so... S’not just weed, though – they usually give me lunch or dinner. All they ask is that I keep my stuff to myself, don’t say a thing about their stuff, and don’t get them in trouble.”
“So they are drug traffickers,” your girl sentences.
“No, not really. Lucy’s a lot into meditation, so she mostly focuses on weed and mushroom tea. All natural. No heroin, no cocaine – hell, she only uses the leaves to stave off hunger when she fasts, and she chews ‘em – no crazy synthetic stuff. About the only thing she has, and she doesn’t give to just anyone, is LSD.”
“LSD!?”
“Yes, Jess. But like I said, she doesn’t give it to anyone. Only for deep meditation, and she refuses to sell it. She administers it herself.”
“You’re not worried you’re living on the same home as drug traffickers?”
“See, that’s where you got them wrong. Jeb’s got a license to sell weed for medical purposes. He’s got his own store, and that’s what he officially sells. That said, he’s got a catalog where he sells psylocibes, peyote, ayahuasca – those are rarer, but he’s got a stock he replenishes every other month or so. Of course, it’s not for everyone – anything other than weed’s for religious reasons.”
“But still! You’re not scared someone steps in and treats you as an accomplice?”
“As long as you two stay shut, I’m not scared. Lucy’s very clear – she won’t sell or prepare anything unless they’re prepared to make that trip. You could tell someone she sells all that stuff, and she’ll give ‘em a good chewing. Trust me – Jeb and Lucy don’t play with that stuff.”
“Have you used it?” you ask, as she knows a lot.
“I’m one of the few people that have used all that stuff. Lucy trusts me – she says I’ve got a strong connection with the spiritual world and stuff. She says she doesn’t mind me using it for meditation, but not without observation. Only thing she doesn’t mind me using for recreation is weed.”
“That’s still dangerous,” Jessica warns. “You could get into a lot of trouble.”
“Well,” she says while rifling through her drawers, taking out the black pen. “I could say the same of you.” She must have noticed your girl’s reaction because she quickly tones down her threat. “Like, I’m not gonna rat you out or anything, no matter what. I’m no tattletale. But between selling legal weed and helping people meditate and this, you guys got it worse.”
“Do you really have to call us out on that?”
“I’m saying this because you’re cool, but you still live on the Man’s world. Believing everything they say. Before I had my beef with Dad, I thought my future was on school. I still intend to get a degree someday, but it’ll be on whatever I want to – not whatever Dad wants. Spiritual trips have helped me realize what I want. You should definitely try.”
“Uh,” Jessica rejects. “No thanks.”
“You’ll have to if you want to act like me.” She draws a flask of green oil, shaking it. “If you don’t wanna use it while as yourself, fine. But I wanna test further how this lets you get the memories of whoever you’re wearing. I feel that, if I were to make a spiritual trip while wearing you, I’d probably understand you better than you do yourself – hell, you could do the same with me!”
“I...” You feel your girl making some space, pushing you forward to protect herself. “I think I’ll pass.”
“It’s gonna be the same arrangement, Jess. Nothing without consent – I'm big on that. I’m just saying that you’ll have to give something to get something, so don’t expect me to consent to everything you do.”
“I wouldn’t expect less.”
“Cool. So, you wanna change here, or at school? I don’t think anyone’ll suspect me if I go in.”
--
Ally and Jessica made those arrangements on their own, so you’ll have to wait until after your club meeting ends to figure it out. Ashton allowed you to keep the keys, which means you don’t need to stop and wait for him – you can go to the shack directly.
You do have some terrible news for Ben, though. “I’ll try to have the article for tomorrow; I had a little snag yesterday.”
“It’s alright,” he tells you. “Just send it via e-mail or something. You’ll have to tell me what that snag was, though – you usually have it by today.”
“I... Don’t wanna say anything.”
“Was it bad?”
“No,” you reply dismissively. “Not really. Quite the opposite, though.”
He snorts. “Must be something really good for you to keep it silent. Did you win the lottery or something?”
If you consider scoring with your girlfriend winning the lottery, then I won the big prize.
“Because the only other thing would be getting an inheritance or scoring with a pornstar or something.” He looks at you – probably reading your face as it blurts what really happened – and you see his eyes lighting up. “Yo!”
“What’s going on?” Ashley asks as she approaches you.
“I’d tell it, but you’d think David and I are misogynistic assholes.”
“And you’d be an idiot for thinking that.” The club editor looks at you, and you wonder if your face made it obvious. (It certainly wasn’t as obvious to Jimmy.) “Let me guess. You had sex with someone.”
“No way,” you hear Rick from the distance. “Dave finally scored?”
“Seems like it! I mean – he'd be an idiot not to score with Jessica.”
“Whozzat?”
“His girlfriend, Rick.” Ashley grabs your hand, grinning. “First of all, congrats. You two make a cute couple.”
“Uh... thanks.”
“And it’s alright if you want to keep it to yourself.” She leers at Ben. “Try to respect his privacy next time.”
“Hey - I was trying to figure out why he’d skip an article. And I also feel happy that he did! Jess is a hottie – and a nice girl, also.”
“He delivered his article last minute as well.”
“Yeah,” Ashley clarifies, “but it was a big one. Mackenzie’s been hounding me to know if I know anything about what happened at her party. Whoever did that, they’re gonna get in big trouble.”
“If they never get caught, it’ll be the tale of ages!”
“Rick, if you know something, say so. Sonya and her girls got assaulted. You know she’s rich enough to sue the whole school if she wants to – Mackenzie's terrified that she takes legal action against her. This isn’t a joke or anything to be proud at.”
“Plus, she doesn’t wanna lose to Christie.” (That would be Christina Ackerley, another wealthy student and Mackenzie’s sworn enemy.) “She’s waiting for a comeback, and this could be the moment.”
“Exactly, Ben. If Sonya and her crew skip Mackenzie for Christie next party, it’ll be the end for her. Trust me, she’s got a lot in stake.”
“Anyways...” You point at the door after patting at Ben. “I gotta go.”
“Going for the twofer?” Rick asks, earning a furious “drop it” from Ashley.
“I got something important to do.”
“If it’s a twofer,” Ben tells you, “I can wait until Sunday.” He points at you, this time getting serious. “But no further.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll try to get it for you today or tomorrow.”
As you leave, you’re sent away with two roaring cheers (“Go get her, tiger!” “Make sure she wants a threepeat!”) and an eye roll, but you’re surprised Ashley of all people seems amused.
If they only knew who your date will be today...
--
You arrive at Ally’s house, unbothered by Lucy this time. As you step in, you see Ally waiting outside, dressed quite modestly – denim jeans and jacket, with the halter top and high heel boots the only nods to her usual attire – and very amused.
Perhaps too amused, judging by her red eyes. “Baaaaabe,” she tells you, proving it’s Jessica inside. “What took you so long?”
“Had to deal with Ben and Rick figuring out what we did yesterday.”
“You told them?” She snickers. “Someone grew some balls!” You notice a little something in Jessica. It must be the weed, but she channeled Ally with that response.
“And Ashton?”
“Not ‘ere. So, we’ve got like... four or five hours before you gotta return to your home. Where’re we goin’?”
You were planning for a walk around town – maybe Edgefield Plaza – and stopping for some shakes before returning here for the deed, but you have an interesting idea.
One that would kill two birds with one stone.
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