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Fuck. Everyone had been getting on your goddamn nerves more than usual lately. Your prim and proper parents were harassing you about the one B you received in science, scolding you for being 'provocative’ by wearing too much makeup (it was light blush and mascara), and by daring to wind down with your friends once in awhile. Granted, they had no idea who your real friends were as they would blow a gasket if they knew how you spent many of your weekends under the overpass smoking cigarettes and weed with some of the local dirtbag kids and the hopeless junkies in your town who go there to get high.
Even your white bread, conventional boyfriend had been getting onto you about your pent up rage and choosing to partake in foreign substances to release it. He would drink with you at parties, but he was always the one who made you stop when you were starting to really have fun. ‘Just loosen up once in awhile, Jake. Jesus Christ,’ you would find yourself thinking bitterly. You couldn't take it anymore. Sure, your guilty pleasures aren’t exactly healthy, but you’ve been forced to conform to the monotonous life of your family and peers for so long that you were aching for something to help you escape.
You had heard of this guy in your school who sells more than weed and decided to hit him up for some uppers to try and channel that high into focusing on studying for the midterm. Your friend told you how to contact him, and before the day was up, you had discreetly dropped a note into his locker telling him your desires and the locker to which he could send the response. Your heart leapt when after your very next class, there was already a note in your locker signed by ‘E. M.’ and scribbled with instructions to meet him in the back of the library after school.
E. M. Eddie Munson. The kid who often caused a scene in the cafeteria or classes with his ruckus outbursts and theatrical lectures about one issue or another? Figures. He was intimidating with his dramatic personality and his overall appearance, but that sent flutters to your lower stomach as you thought about meeting with him face to face—alone. So you spent your last period of the day fidgeting nervously and not paying any attention to the lesson. When the bell finally rang, you headed for the bathroom to freshen yourself up while you waited for the hallways to clear a bit before you made your way down to the library.
It was pretty deserted by the time you arrived, with only a couple students at the front few tables looking through refrence books for whatever projects they had. The librarian was always occupied at the front organizing returned books or in her office, so the back aisle of the library had become the designated spot for drug deals and make out sessions. You tried to make yourself as small and quiet as possible as you slipped in through the library door and made your way down the side wall towards the back. No one paid you any mind so you were in the clear. As you rounded the corner to the back, your stomach flipped at the sight of Eddie leaning against the back book shelf and casually doing tricks with his switchblade.
He gave you a quick nod of welcome and flashed you with a knee buckling smile when he noticed you approaching. God, he looked good. His ripped black jeans sagged just a bit around his hips, despite the belt around them. You reckoned it was only there for show as he had hooked a decorative assortment of chains onto the metal rings on the belt, with little handcuffs serving as the clips. His dark mane of hair hung wildly around his shoulders in a very Eddie Van Halen way. Hah, funny coincidence. And, oh shit, was that a Mötley Crüe tee? They were pretty infamous in the rock and metal scene for being chaotic menaces always at the center of controversy.
As you got closer you noticed he had a few tattoos on his arms. Who the fuck would tattoo a teenager in this small town? You knew he was in a band, and he really embodied the rock star persona, from his look, to his mannerisms and attitude. Your heart raced being in his presence just by how chill he seemed, and you tried your best to match his laid back demeanor. You stopped in front of him, fiddling with the hem on the long sleeves of your sweater nervously as you raised your head to peer into his dark brown eyes. His gaze was captivating and rendered you speechless as he looked you up and down.
“So, what can I help you with, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned down at you in amusement. Sweetheart? Shit.
“I uh…I’m just looking for something maybe…to help, I don't know…” you trailed off as you glanced around anxiously looking for the words. “Something…like, an upper…or something?”
He seemed entertained by your shyness with the way he was eyeing you. You blinked back up at him to gauge his reaction and he was merely taking in your appearance with a smug expression on his face, the lines bordering his mouth etched deeply around his smile.
“What, like H?” he teased with a wide smirk. You gasped at him incredulously as you hugged your torso. As if you can be mistaken for some junkie? What about your pleated white skirt, your cashmere sweater and the white gold chain around your neck screamed ‘heroin?'
“No! Of course not! Not that strong! Just, maybe…something, stimulating?” you whispered urgently. He gave you a humorous chuckle at your exasperated reaction before looking up above you in faux contemplation.
“Alright, mama. I think I got what you need,” Eddie said when he looked back down into your eyes. He pushed himself off the bookshelf and turned around to where he had stored his metal lunchbox between some books. He reached in and pulled out a small Ziploc bag of round, white pills. “It’s uh, not quite smack, but it will make an impression.”
“W-What is it?” you asked timidly. You looked from the bag to Eddie, shifting your feet nervously. He raised his brows and looked at the pills in his hand before readjusting his stance.
“Well, that is your good ole’ government sanctioned amphetamine used to treat ADHD,” he grinned. “But a hit of this will have you hyper focused on whatever you need. Just go easy with it, though. Otherwise you’ll be up all night scrubbing your bathroom tile with a toothbrush.”
You smiled back at him sweetly, still holding your arms close to yourself as you get lost in his sparkling brown eyes. But you noticed that his eyes were tracing the shape of your pretty lips before stealing glances down at your chest. Your sweater fit tightly around your body, highlighting your generously endowed breasts; and if you were showing any cleavage, he probably wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else. You watched his gaze as you brought your arms up higher to cross them over your chest to conceal yourself more, but you were probably only making his mind race more.
“So…um, how much is it?” you asked quietly.
“The tabs? Uhhh,” Eddie was torn from his train of thought with your words and he shifted his footing to think of a price. He stepped back to eye your body up and down and you looked around in embarrassment as you waited for his response. “Hmm, you’re pretty small so I’m gonna recommend no more than 5mg. So that’ll be, let’s see…call it $20 for the bag. Should last you awhile.”
Damn, you never pay more than like $10 at a time for your weed, but of course this would be more expensive than pot. So stupid. Well you couldn’t back out now, since it was already Friday and the midterm was on Monday.
“Fuck…um, I didn’t bring that much…but, I really need this,” you said desperately, biting your lip nervously as you avoid making eye contact with Eddie. “Would…do you think…that maybe I could pay you…some other way?
You shut your eyes in embarrassment for a moment before timidly raising your eyes to meet his. He was standing there leaning against the bookcase with crossed arms, looking down at you with the the most cocky expression on his face. Fuck. What was this? Some cheesy porno movie where the ditzy housewife orders a pizza but doesn’t ‘have enough to pay him?’ He probably thinks you’re just another slutty cokehead who gives it up to any drug dealer. Eddie’s eyes trailed down to where you were biting your lip in anticipation of his answer and it makes him have to shift his legs.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” he said softly as his eyes narrowed at you. Shit. That’s right. You mentally kick yourself for not thinking this through.
“Yeah, but…well, he’s so…soft,” you blushed as your secret thoughts formed into words. “He never wants to try anything exciting, and I’m…bored. I want to break up with him, but he just gets so jealous…”
You hung your head in humiliation at just confessing your disinterest in your boyfriend in front of a practical stranger. Eddie looked past your shoulder with narrowed eyes and a quizzical expression for only a second before he nodded like he just came to some mental conclusion, and the corner of his mouth tilted in a wicked grin. He stepped towards you and boxed you in against the opposite bookshelf, his one hand leaning against the panel of the bookcase with the other reaching his heavily ringed fingers to peel one of your long strands of hair off the front of your shoulder and discarding it on the ground. You licked your lips in a seductive manner as you shyly maintained eye contact. He smelled so fucking good with his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and whatever heavenly shampoo he used. You could feel your panties just drenching in your arousal as he leaned in close to your ear, lips just barely ghosting over your skin and his long curls tickling your neck.
“Well, I can fight,” he growled darkly, and with one swift movement he had turned you around to face the book shelf and swiftly flipped up your skirt to expose your panties. You gasped in surprise and mock protested his actions at first, but the warmth you felt spreading between your legs at his aggressive handling was very telling. Your hands were supporting your weight on the shelf in front of you, and the books were separated just enough so that you could peek in between them to guard that the coast was clear. As soon as Eddie had spun you around, he made quick work of his belt and zipper, and was now pushing the lace hem of your panties down your thighs and kicking your feet apart slightly so he could position himself between your legs..
You tucked your bottom lip under your teeth in excitement, your wetness practically dripping down your legs as you waited for his commanding hands to find their place. He shifted your hips where he needed them before gripping onto your shoulder with one hand, and lining himself up with your weeping entrance with the other. Shit. This is so fucking primal, why does this feel so good? You inhaled sharply as you felt his tip slip through your folds and settle between your legs. You had to stand on your tip toes to allow him access, which he reminded you by assertively lifting you up by your hips.
“Good, you’re already soaked,” Eddie mumbled.
With the one hand on your shoulder, he bent you over the shelf while his other slowly guided his length past your slit. You hummed weakly at the sensation, before gasping loudly at him suddenly filling you up and bottoming out completely. Holy shit, this was really happening. You were getting fucked like a wild animal by Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson on school property, all for some drugs. It’s so wrong but why does it feel so right? You could barely contain your hushed cries and moans with every snap of his hips.
“Shut the fuck up, you want to get caught?'“ Eddie hissed as he stilled in you and reached around your shoulder to cup his hand over your mouth. You shook your head quickly into his palm before he straightened back up behind you. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to collect yourself before Eddie sped up his rough pace into your cunt. He rocked into you with enough force that the shelf on which you were leaning was wobbling and the books swayed dangerously. You reached through to grip the shelf from the back side to steady yourself and hopefully the books as well.
You could hear his satisfied grunts behind you, sending a thrilling jolt to your lower extremities and making your walls flutter around his firm length. Your boyfriend never manhandled you like that, and now you weren’t sure if you could ever go back to the boring missionary, lovey-dovey style love making with him. The way Eddie claimed your body like that was better than any drug he had to sell, and you reckoned you would probably be back for more—with just enough money that you came up short and had to pay him this way again. His relentless thrusting was fogging your mind and starting to send you over the edge.
You brought one hand to your mouth and bit down on your finger to stifle the pleasured moans. You could tell that Eddie was only using your cunt to get himself off, but that realization excited you and lit a fire in your belly to come apart around his cock. Your walls clenched around him as your knees trembled, and you could hear his cocky laugh behind you quietly. As your vision returned, you were still relishing in the sensation of him slamming into you with his determined rhythm and your jaw slacked open at the feeling.
“Silly girl…pull yourself together before someone hears you,” Eddie whispered gruffly as he gave you a few slow, deliberate strokes that really emphasized his size. Your eyes crossed and your eyelids drooped at the euphoric intensity of him sinking into you over and over. He’s one to talk. He was slamming into you with enough vigor that the soft clapping sound of skin to skin contact reverberated around the back aisle of the library. But somehow you could not care less at that moment while Eddie buried his thick member into your very core. He fucked like he had been isolated on a desert island for years—hungry and desperate and just aching for release.
You had lost track of time in your fucked-out state. Your vision was blurred of everything but Eddie Fucking Munson and you just settled for laying your cheek down onto the shelf where every thrust nudged your head back and forth. Your mouth had relaxed to where your tongue lay lopsided and your saliva began to pool underneath you, and you didn’t give a fuck. His energetic pounding was the most glorious sensation you’ve ever experienced. It was sending you into ecstasy again and you didn’t even attempt to stifle your noises. Eddie bent over you again and put his soft lips against the shell of your ear.
“If I hear another sound from you, I’ll have to stuff that mouth full, okay baby?” he mumbled into your ear, using both a teasing tone and a tone of authority. He pulled back and moved his hands to grasp your hips like an animal and continued his self fulfilling strokes with what seemed like limitless stamina. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused all your concentration on keeping quiet while he drilled into you. The tension you were applying to his rock hard member made his hips studder as the blinding pleasure of your muscle sent him into a daze. His thrusts began to slow as he started to dispense his entire load into your used cunt. He stilled his movements and held your hips tightly against his as he buried his whole length in you to pump you completely full of his seed.
You could feel both of your bodies relax as he continued to spill into you. Fuck, his cock was still flexing, like he was dumping dozens of ropes into your poor hole. You shivered around Eddie’s cock as he slowly pulled himself out of you, leaving you open to drip a combination of your fluids onto the carpet below. As soon as you could close your legs, you hiked your panties back up to contain his seed before it could run down your legs. You flattened out your skirt and readjusted your sweater and hair while Eddie stuffed his dick back into his boxers and zipped himself up. Oh, God. You just let him cum in you! You didn't even try to stop him, you desperate slut.
“Yeah, here’s the pills, but uh…you can keep the rest of the cash,” Eddie laughed awkwardly as he tussled his long hair while handing you the small baggie from the metal lunchbox. “That fuck was more than enough for me…Oh, and uh…tell your boyfriend I hope he enjoys my contribution.”
He winked at you with a wide grin before leaning in to capture your lips in his in a deep kiss. He placed the Ziploc into your fist and left without another glance, eyeing down the pathway to check and see if anyone was around. He then casually exited the aisle without another word and headed for the door to leave the library while you took a minute to readjust your clothing so you could leave as nonchalantly as possible. Hopefully his excess seed would stay contained in your underwear until you could make your way to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. God, if these pills made you feel even half as good as you felt right then, you’d be hooked for life.