Saving Rain

by Kelsey Kingsley

I headed back to Tammi. I’d known her for years—from the moment she’d asked me for my name and age five years ago. I knew she’d been interested ever since—she didn’t keep it a secret with her frisking eyes and bottom lip clamped salaciously between her teeth—but she had never made her move until I was legal. Now, at twenty-three, she loved teasing that she was a cradle-robber. Me? Well … honestly, I just liked getting laid. “You wanna give me one of those?” she asked, holding out a hand and waggling her fingers. “No,” I said, perching myself on an old, rusty bench someone had dragged into The Pit way before my time. “Come on, baby.” She climbed onto my lap and straddled my thighs. “I’ll suck your dick.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not letting you suck me off for pills, Tammi.” “Why? I’m your whore, aren’t I? Treat me like one.” Okay, can I be honest? I didn’t like Tammi a whole lot. We had nothing in common. Kissing her was akin to licking an ashtray, she wore enough cheap perfume to make the strongest lungs asthmatic, and the way she spoke made me cringe. Still, I was also eighteen, feeling a little too much like hot shit with the cash lining my pockets, and it was nice to have someone as sexy as her hanging from my arm and sitting on my lap. It also felt nice when we fucked. But I always respected her and treated her right, and I’d never give her pills in exchange for sex. “You’re not a whore,” I told her flatly, tipping my head back to catch her eye and wrapping my arms arou...