"Oh what, hun? Sorry, what were you saying?" She pulled her phone back out of my face and sat up on the bed cross legged.

"Well, I have decided to take a year off before I apply to law school. I have been doing a lot of soul searching this last year. Now that I've finished this milestone in my life, which I did for my dad, you know..."

Kat cocked her head to the side, looking at me with the concern of a true friend. "Really, are you okay? What is it, Niki? You can tell me, girlfriend."

"There is this one thing I always wanted to give a shot. I know it's crazy but...I have been thinking about going to fashion school. You know, learn fashion design."

"What? That's fantastic. You should totally do that...but what does your dad say about this? I mean, you already have a four-year degree from a great college. Those fashion schools aren't really an academic institution, they are...well, they are training schools. Your dad will kill you if you don't go to law school."

"I know, I know," I cringed, and furrowed my brow. "But it's what I want to do. Anyway, I think it's what I want to do. I only told him that I needed a year off which he seemed to be okay about. Right now, all I know is that I can't keep living my life for someone else."

"Hey babe, I'm with you. I know where you're coming from. I'm a songwriter, well songwriter, slash singer. Talk about disappointed parents. You should have seen their reaction when I told them I wanted to be a singer. I think they would have been happier if I had told them I was gay." She sat back on her knees, waving her cell phone in the air as she spoke. "Well, they were bummed at first but they support me now. I am damn talented, you know. It won't be long before I get discovered by some hot music producer." She laughed and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, while swiping her finger across the screen of her phone to open a new app.

Kat had started college with me freshman year, but quit to pursue being a makeup artist. If anyone could understand my need for creativity, it was Kat. After about a year of working in the MAC cosmetics store, giving makeovers, she had enough of uptight customers and decided to focus on her true passion, music. She was a singer-songwriter by heart, always writing new sultry songs, playing her guitar. Thanks to her fabulous networking skills, she always secured gigs around town in small venues, performing her songs.

"I wish I had your parents. They are so cool with their "old hippies" style. I'm tired of fulfilling someone else's dreams." I picked at a loose thread on the carpet where I sat on the floor. "I have to explore this part of my personality...no, my being. It's time for me." I stood up and grabbed another roll of clear packing tape from the desk. "So I was thinking, I could take classes at the Fashion Institute in L.A."

"Oh you mean FIDM. That would be awesome and it's not that far from our new place."

"Exactly. What's to lose? And if it doesn't work out, no problem. I'll just apply to law school, satisfied that I at least gave it a shot and everybody is happy."

"Hell yea. That sounds like a good plan."

"God, I hope so. Thanks for the support, hun." I leaned over the bed and gave Kat a big hug.

I had been shocked when I realized that dad was okay with me taking a year of school. He said he had done the same thing at my age and it was the best thing he had ever done. It gave him the energy he needed to later finish top of his class and later become the go to lawyer for actors, singers and song writers. He always said I should follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer also. He offered me to work in his firm once I had my degree. But this was all his dream. Not mine. Unfortunately, my dad was not someone you would say no to very often. He was of Italian descent, a very passionate, powerful and very stubborn man. So growing up I never dared confronting him by going against his wishes. He was all the family I had left so I hit the books and studied hard. But as the years ticked by in college and I had time to mature, to become more of the person I desired to be, I realized that in all these years I had been suppressing an artist's soul. Well, not artist like a painter or sculptor type of artist, but I did have a passion for color, form and fashion design. So the desire to express myself in the field of fashion design firmed up over this past school year. I came to realize that these last years living with dad and his rigid, sequential, logical thinking had squelched the creative spirit in me. He couldn't help it, he had to be that way, he was a lawyer, but I had inherited the opposite from mom. She was beautiful, graceful and a talented interior designer. If only I were half as beautiful and half as talented as she, I would be happy.

I looked over at Kat. She was back on messaging on Facebook. "Come on Miss Social Networking butterfly. Put that damn phone away and help me carry some of these boxes down to my car." I plopped a medium sized box on the bed in front of Kat. She shoved her phone in the back pocket of her white shorts "Let's do this."

Chapter Eight.

Jesse Wow, my mind was beginning to melt into euphoric bliss from the little yellow pill. I pulled Holly close to me and wrapped my arm around her waist, her thick thighs bumping up against mine, as I guided her towards my motel room located just outside Denver, Colorado. Her soft dark hair swished against my body in the night air as we walked. I stopped just outside the motel door, transfixed on all that dark long hair. I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and stroked it, feeling the sensation of its softness on my fingertips. I became extremely aware of everything that came in contact with me. I picked up a silky lock and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt like liquid.

Ah, this was the shitz.

I reached out with both of my hands tousling my fingers in her hair, pushing it up and swirling it around on her head like a crazy man, absorbed by my own motions.

She just giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Your hair." I kept swirling. "Your hair is sooo nice. I love your hair. I want to rub it all over my body. I want to wrap myself up naked in your hair..."

She knew it was the effects of the drugs making me act so stupid. I didn't care. She didn't care. She reached up and pulled my hands out of her hair and we fell into a long heavy kiss which was fucking awesome feeling on my lips but I needed to get inside the damn room before I exploded on the sidewalk outside.

"You got the key, sugar?" She leaned against the red brick wall waiting for me, twirling her finger in her hair.

I fumbled in my pocket and found the plastic key card. As I rubbed my fingers over the smooth plastic card, I became aware of how slick its surface felt. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger, hyper focused on its texture. She looked at me. She knew.

"Give me that," she said, and snatched it out of my hand, unlocking the door. I laughed and she grabbed a fist full of my t-shirt at my chest and pulled me through the door. Damn, I was in a happy mood all of a sudden. No, I was in a goddamn fucking fantastic mood. Oh fuck me. I loved this room. I loved the bed in this room. I loved the stained green carpet in this room. I loved the curtains and those tiny little yellow flowers on the curtains in this goddamn awesome room. This was the goddamn most awesome motel room ever!

We fell into the room laughing and I kicked the door shut with my foot. We danced around in the short space between the door and the bed, our bodies tangled together, side stepping our way, to the edge of the bed. Clawing and tearing at each other's clothes, we fell onto the cheap floral bedspread. It was a damn small room but I didn't give a shit. I loved it and I was on the verge of diving into some tight, wet pussy. All I cared about was getting that beautiful round ass up in the air so I could rock that pussy with my hard cock. Fuck. If her hair felt magnificent imagine how intense her hot little cunt was going to feel? Where the hell's my condom?

I had a raging "hard on" burning a hole in my jeans. Panting and breathless I jumped up from the bed and tore off my shirt. Holly pulled off her loose top in one sweep over her head, while I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my jeans, underwear and all, relieved to set myself free.

She wiggled on the bed, disrobing and caught sight of my massive erection, springing up to the ceiling. "Damn baby. You're hot as hell. You need to fuck me quick with that thing."

Hell yea. My blood rushed through my veins, like a bat outta hell.

I bent over digging in my jeans on the floor for my wallet, it contained the condom I needed. I couldn't wait another minute. I stood up, looked at her sitting there on the bed and pushed my hand up through my hair. Every sensation felt incredibly intense, my skin prickling with the sensation of a million pins.

I growled. Oh shit, did I really do that out loud? All she had left on was her black lace panties. I fell in love with the intricate lace design on those panties, as it seemed to expand and rise up off her skin. She sat with one arm across her breasts, covering her nipples, as she pulled the length of long dark hair to one side, exposing her neck and letting her head hang down. She pushed and caressed her own breasts with her hands. My cock hungrily jerked and my blood surged, rocketing fire through my veins. I reached out with both hands, to pull the panties down her hips. She laid back slowly and stretched out throwing her arms up over head, as I pulled. Oh my fucking god. This was going to be crazy hot sex. I exhaled. My entire body vibrated as waves of euphoria washed over me. My heart rate accelerated and I reveled in it. This was some fucking good shit.

She was rubbing one hand across her tits, while the other slid down her stomach and rubbed at her trimmed mound. She rolled her head to one side and licked her lips. Damn she looked as good as a heart attack.

I crawled onto the bed on my knees and ran one hand up the inside of her leg, pushing it open as I touched the thick meat of her thigh. Her skin felt incredibly smooth. The firmness of her thigh felt good in my hand. I squeezed, letting the sensation fill my brain. She moaned.

Damn, this chic was ready.

I pushed my hand up further and slipped my fingers into her folds. The slippery wetness felt sensational on my fingertips. She bucked and thrust her hips in the air as I swirled my fingertips deeper into the folds of her skin. She was so soft and wet I thought my fingers would meld right into her skin. I wanted to swim into her sea and roll on the waves all night.

My mouth fell open and I was impulsively drawn down on her by the scent of her pussy, tingling in my nose.

Fuck, I gotta taste her.

I wanted her sweet rain drops on my tongue, shooting into my mouth with her ragged orgasm. I shoved my face in her pussy and grabbed her ass with both hands. She felt like butter on my tongue.

Oh fuck, she did taste good.

I flicked and swirled with my tongue. She wrenched and moaned, hitching her breath. The sounds of her pleasure were deep and primitive. Each tone, a call that my body answered with a primal and animalistic drive. I licked that pussy and finger fucked her until she screamed out her orgasm and my cock was a red hot, steel shaft, aching for relief.

Oh muther fucking God I wanted to drive my cock deep in her!

My mind reeled with outrageous carnal lust as I struggled not to let my sexual desire sweep me under just yet. I had to get the goddamn condom on first. I left her panting on the bed and reached for the nightstand. I picked up the condom and ripped open the package. My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry. I fumbled with putting it on. My mind was pierced with one razor sharp thought, with that one damn sensation I craved. I was gonna fuck her until she couldn't breathe, until she was breathless.

She moved towards me on the bed, her movements triggering animalistic reactions. I pulled her by her ankles to the edge of the bed and flipped her over.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you baby." I panted.

She gasped and squealed.That high pitch kind of girl moan always spiked my adrenaline in a flash and I knew I had to fuck her bent over the edge of the bed. I grunted and drove my hard cock into that sweet ass.

Fuck yea.

She was still a fine wet mess. I held her hips and pounded her hard. The sensation of her tight pussy all around me was off the charts. The rush was so fantastic, so extreme I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Her body rocked and jolted hard, as I raged inside of her. My awareness of reality was slipping away with each frantic thrust and stroke.

Oh my fucking God!

I felt the tidal wave coming, it was a muther fucking moster. This time I didn't hold back, this time I surrendered and I let it take me under, as I exploded my cum all inside of her.

"Oh God!" I gasped, between breaths. "That was fucking intense."

She rolled over onto her back and threw a bent arm up, resting her forearm on her forehead, pulling large breaths of air into her lungs.

"Wow. Yea, intense is the word." She was still reeling from the pounding she took.

I fell onto the bed beside her. My heart was still racing and my skin tingled like it was on fire. The effects of the drug were at their height. I felt alive. I was euphoric, and happy with the entire world. Nothing could stop me, I was invincible. I was a goddamn sex god, with enough testosterone to fuck this pussy all night. And I had every fucking intention of doing just that.

Goddamn, my mouth was so dry.

I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I turned on the cold water faucet and cupped my hands under the waterfall, scooping handfuls of water into my mouth. I couldn't get enough. The cool water splashed and trickled down my chin as I gulped for dear life. Jesus, even the water hitting my skin felt like a new sensation, like I was feeling it for the first time. I threw handfuls of water on my face, not caring that I was also throwing it all over the floor and running my open hands down my face to accentuate the effect.

I carried two cups of water from the bathroom out and placed them on the nightstand. Holly grabbed one, eagerly gulping it down, soothing the dry mouth side effect of the XTC. I stared at her tits as she drank. They looked amazing. Round, plump and the nipples were large and hard from arousal. She had the kind of nipples that were surrounded by an exceptionally large dark area. The urge to feel those large nipples in my mouth hit me like a ton of bricks, and my cock rose to an intensified erection. Those large pink nipples needed to be in my mouth, like right now.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I had to take her again, I was driven to slam my cock deep inside of her, and I knew I was goig to fuck this girl all night long.

She reached over the edge of the bed and dug something out of her purse on the floor.

"We need some music," she said. She popped her iPod into the docking station of the clock radio at the side of the bed and put on her favorite playlist of slow jamz. I crawled on top of her in the bed and pushed a handful of tit into my mouth.

We both got lost in the music for hours and I pounded her again and again, fucking her in every way imaginable, until the plateau of my high taped off. We went at it all goddamn night, kissing, licking, fucking, talking, and feeling the music with more awareness than we thought possible. But eventually we crashed into exhaustion, and we fell asleep.

Fuck, what's that horrible noise?

I reached over a long haired girl next to me in bed and yanked the iPod out of its docking station in the clock radio. Reality sank in as I looked around the cheap motel room. The time on the clock reminded me that I had better get my ass on the road and drive if I was ever going to make any progress towards California today.

I rolled out of bed without a sound and found my clothes strewn all over the damn floor. I pulled on my jeans and shoved my feet into my shoes as best I could in my fatigued aftermath of the night before. I glanced at the girl, entwined in crumpled sheets, her nice ass partially exposed.

Damn, I fucked the shit out of her last night.

I scribbled a short note on the motel note pad and left it on the nightstand, sitting under her iPod with a twenty dollar bill.

Holly, Had to hit the road again. Long trip ahead of me.

Thanks for the good time last night.

Breakfast on me.

Jesse I slipped quietly out the door, got in my pickup truck and headed west.

Chapter Nine.

Niki "Do you like it?" Kat's eyes were beaming, when she showed me her rather abstract paint job on the wall in her room.

So much for getting our security deposit back when we move out.

"It's...um...interesting. Very artistic," I replied.

"I knew you would like it," she said hugging me. "I'm so happy we finally did this. We are going to have so much fun."

"We sure will. Careful hun, don't get paint all over me. This is a brand new shirt."

"Aw, you are such a wimp. It's just a little paint. It will wash off." She laughed and reached for the brush. Oh, I knew exactly what she was up to and ran for the door, barely escaping being part of her artwork. I slammed it shut, held it tight and trapped her inside.

"Hey, let me out," Kat yelled, rattling the door knob.

"Only if you promise to put down the brush." I was trying not to laugh and lost my grip.

"Okay, okay. I promise," she giggled.

"Pinky swear?"

"Geez, what are we, in high school? Okay, I pinky swear. Now, let me out."

I released my hold on the knob and Kat opened the door with a swoosh. She was standing in the doorway, cheeks flushed red, still holding her paint brush. "Hey, you promised," I reminded her.

Kat hesitated for a brief moment but decided to comply."Let's go for lunch," she said as she dropped the brush in the sink and pulled the paint stained T-shirt over her head. "Give me half an hour. I'm just gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave, okay?"

I could see a pattern emerging. She would leave the mess for me to clean up. Not a great start.

Cafe Vida in the Palisades was bustling with patrons. After a short five minute wait, Kat and I were sitting comfortably in a small booth.

The waitress placed a basket of freshly baked bread between us. Kat broke off a piece to chew on while talking. "Now that you've moved away from your dad's iron tight grip, I hope you'll finally say goodbye to that stuffy boyfriend of yours."

"You never liked Jason, did you?"

"Damn right. You need a new man."

I pulled a piece from the same crusty loaf of sourdough. "What's wrong with Jason? He's what every girl wants. Smart, has a good job, a good future..."

"And boring. Niki the guys lifeless. You need a cool and fun guy. If you want, I can help you find a new one. Trust me, I'm good at this."

"I don't want a new guy. Funny, cool or not. I'm perfectly happy with the one I have right now."