☯Detox☯

It was 114℉ when Rob checked into the detox center. He hadn't even been drinking, much less doing any drugs. He rolled into Phoenix from Santa Fe in late July with what was left of his last paycheck from a job picking up giant rocks. It wasn't enough to get the lights turned on, and he hadn't gotten a job before the heat wave hit. One afternoon, as he boiled in his own juices, he got the idea to check into detox for air conditioning. One hour later he had done that.

He signed some forms. Rob made sure they knew how much he needed help, on account of all the dope he told them he had been doing. He didn't feel guilty about it. There were empty beds

The social worker in charge of admissions gave him a little handbook of rights and responsibilities. She said some words. He nodded occasionally, trying to keep his eyes open. The only time it was possible to sleep inside his blast furnace of a house was in the three hours right before dawn. That was when the temperature dropped to a balmy 98℉. By the time he decided to check into detox he had become so sleep deprived he was having fever dreams. The nice lady got Rob checked in before he passed out though.

Detox had never struck Rob as a place he might enjoy, but he knew nothing about it. In his imagination the place had to be fairly horrible, since it was full of guys coming off of drugs and alcohol. Imagine his surprise when he discovered guys and girls were all in the same place. Not only had he no reason to worry about being stuck with a bunch of men, but some of the girls were very attractive. Attractive girls with drug habits were one of his big weaknesses. They always liked Rob, and Rob always liked them.

A nice lady wearing white hospital scrubs and a grandma sweater introduced him to everyone. Her name was Emily, and the three most attractive girls were named Denise, Jenn and Becky. One little mousy chick was named Kristie, and the rest of them just never made it into Rob's awareness. He doubted he would be able to make it there very long, regardless of how nice the temperature was. Remembering everyone's name really didn't strike him as a priority. He already felt guilty for being there.

It turned out he arrived right before dinner. A lady wearing blue scrubs brought it in on a rolling cart. It was two ham sandwiches, ice cold. He managed to sit down next to the mousy girl, Kristie. Rob almost knocked one of the dudes over snagging the seat. The guy did not look happy. Rob apologized for "tripping," and the guy, who was really detoxing, went back into his shell. That made Rob feel even guiltier, because the guy was probably in drug withdrawal hell. He justified his actions by thinking he did the poor alcoholic/addict a favor. People in recovery aren't supposed to have relationships.

When playing odds girls who are in the middle, that is to say average in appearance, not too beautiful, not too plain, almost always struck Rob as the easiest to approach and talk to. Kristie looked at him like there were horns growing out of his head though. He was working on the second sandwich already. He wasn't just hot, He was hungry too. Kristie asked, "How can you eat that?"

"How can you not eat it? There's got to be all of 400 calories here. It's not enough to keep someone alive," Rob responded as he finished the second sandwich. He felt warmed up to eat some real food, but there was nothing left.

"I've got food in my bag. Somebody told me the food was terrible, so I brought a bunch with me."

"Really? What've you got?"

"Oh, no. No, I'm not telling you. You're going to try to get some, and I don't have enough."

Rob really looked at Kristie then. She had short brown hair that got curly right before it ended. Just for a second he thought it looked like she decided to discipline it, for not doing what she wanted, by cutting it off. She had a light frosting of freckles on her cheekbones, and she had glasses. She wasn't pale, which was only strange because for some reason she looked as though she ought to be.

That moment hit Rob right in the solar plexus, like so many other moments in the past. Kristie gave off all the warmth and intelligence of someone truly beautiful on the inside. When a person like that looked back at Rob, there was nothing he could do to resist feeling an attraction to them. Their goodness made him hungry and thirsty at the same time. He wanted to drink their essence up with a straw, and then clean out the inside of the cup with his fingers.

Kristie looked at him with a puzzled expression. When she saw Emily come through the door she whispered, "We're not supposed to talk to the guys." That news could not have been more unwelcome to Rob in that instant. She had pretty eyes, and he wouldn't be able to keep looking into them.

There was an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting right after dinner, which was right before going to bed at an awfully early hour. Alcoholics Anonymous meetings took place four times a day, Rob was told when he asked. In his mind that meant they had him until daylight, tops. After that it would be adios, amigo. Raging inferno at his house or not, he wouldn't be there much longer. Something about their blue book made him want to get drunk and snort blow, and those were habits he could not afford.

Just on a lark Rob wrote Kristie a note. It said, "Meet me in the showers a half hour after lights out." He got Kristie's attention without Emily noticing. Emily very likely wanted nothing more than to go home, so it wasn't that difficult. That was good, because when Rob threw the note and hit Kristie in the face with it a small amount of confusion ensued. Emily may as well have been asleep.

The honest truth was that Rob forgot about the note long before the AA "meeting" ended. Some poor sot went on and on about drinking. At one point the sot paused. As quickly as humanly possible Rob said,"Thank you for sharing." The alcoholic just finished inhaling enough air to speak for another five minutes, and then jumped right back into his marathon. When Rob fell asleep and very nearly fell out of the chair, Emily decided it was time to end the group. Rob took a shower and went to the men's dormitory area. He was asleep within seconds of hitting the bed.

Something seemed horribly wrong to Rob. He was asleep, and the cold air was magnificent. The blanket pulled high around his neck felt cozy and comfortable. That's why the voice and the tapping on his leg disturbed him so greatly. He doubted very seriously he had told the front desk a wake up call was necessary.

Then Rob opened his eyes. He discovered he had gone through with the crazy plan to check himself into detox. Then he noticed the guy who would never shut up standing at the foot of the bed. The guy was trying to say something, Rob couldn't help but notice, having woken up all the way.

"Kristie told me to get you," he said.

"Who?" Rob asked.

"Kristie, man. The girl you threw the note at."

That's when Rob remembered. He felt like telling the dude to go get Kristie and bring her back to his bed. Somehow Rob didn't think all the other guys would go for the loud sounds of sex, and he could think of no easy way to explain it. Rob knew it only took one person being unhappy for the experience to go from great to terrible in an instant. He dragged himself into a sitting position, hoping it was worth it.

Rob didn't get all the way dressed. He put on a t-shirt and went in his boxers. He reasoned that if he got caught it wouldn't matter what he was wearing anyway. He found it difficult to believe they wouldn't be nabbed immediately, until he made it to the showers. There were no cameras, no desk, no guard, no nurse, no nothing. When he stepped into the shower room it was just he and Kristie.

He barely caught a glimpse of her before Kristie was right next to him. She had on Rug Rats pajamas, and she managed to make them look sexy and cute at the same time. She was was a little shorter than Rob was. He could tell because she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He tried to say something, but she stopped him. Thinking back it struck him how intelligent it was for her to do that. If she paid attention to anything he said it would have intruded upon her fantasy. And Kristie had some kind of fantasy. That was what led her to believe kissing Rob in a bathroom at detox was a good idea, and he knew that.

Kissing Kristie back felt good to him. It made Rob feel like it was the right thing to do. Her lips tasted faintly like strawberries. He almost laughed about it, but it was too nice being close to her. They were all over each other. They were getting breathless from the kissing, and it ignited a strong passion in both of them.

Rob wrapped Kristie up in his long arms and measured everything about her. He could feel how she was muscular in some places, and dainty in others. He could feel her breasts rubbing up against the bottom of his chest. They were proportioned just right. She didn't have huge breasts, but they were perfect on her exactly the way they were. Kristie felt to him like the best example of how a completely ordinary, normal and average person was evidence of divine creation. The mere idea she might want to change something about herself to fit a mold for society struck him as insane.

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For her part Kristie savored the sensations that made Rob who he was. She noticed how he had really hairy legs, but his arms weren't quite the same. She looked at how his deep tan also meant that his hair was sun bleached. It was much lighter on his arms than on the backs of his legs. She felt how strong he was as he gripped her, and the feeling made her light headed. There was a desire in her loins that made her face turn bright red, and she started sweating even though it felt ice cold on her skin.

Kristie continued to run the fingers of her left hand through Rob's hair and over his neck and back. With her left hand she reached inside his boxer shorts and felt the solid, heavy manhood that was sticking straight up, almost parallel to his body. She judged that it was only around eight inches, but it was so thick her fingers couldn't meet on the side opposite her palm. That struck her as shockingly large. It made her breathing quicken and her heart skip a beat.

Kristie went from shocked to a little bit frightened. She was not easy. She did not sleep around, and Rob's size was so much different than what she had in the past. The only reason she had decided to have the encounter was because Kristie thought Rob was incredibly good looking. In her mind it would have been nuts to refuse the offer.

Kristie had to see him up close. She slid down between his arms and his body until she was squatting in front of him, his sex at the same level as her eyes. She pulled his underwear down and the sight caused her to suck in air with a slight hissing sound. It was larger than anything she had seen in person, by far.

She cupped his testicles in her left hand, which felt heavy and swollen. With her right hand Kristie stroked up and down his shaft lightly. She spent a little extra time on the ring of flesh separating the head from the rest of it, having learned how sensitive it was from one of her boyfriends. Sure enough he moaned a couple of times as she reached the sensitive areas.

Kristie couldn't resist seeing what he tasted like. She didn't bother with trying to perform oral sex. Looking at him up close and thinking about it made her jaw hurt The experience was making her unbelievably wet, and she was so flushed she was on fire. She knew he didn't want her to stop. She couldn't help it. Kristie had decided she had to get that thing inside her before she exploded.

Kristie stood up out of the squat, dropped her bottoms and bent over one of the sinks across from the showers. Rob was behind her in an instant. She had absolutely no problem with vaginal dryness. When Rob began slowly pushing into her there was a sensation of pain. She told him to pull back for a second, and she reached back and pulled her labia out of the way as best she could. The idea that he could see her so exposed made her feel terribly humiliated and overwhelmed by desire.

That time Rod made it all the way in. Kristie thought it very likely he could sense when the motion was hindered in any way, because a couple of times when she felt uncomfortable twinges he slowed down. All that stopped after the first minute. From then on she was practically lathered, and he was sliding in and out too fast for her to catch her breath. The sensation was building up faster than she could cope with.

Kristie decided to come, and she decided not to feel guilty about. Instead of trying to hold off the approaching waves of pleasure she strained to make it happen faster. It worked too. Rob was still high and dry as she climaxed, and despite being a little bit scared of getting caught she made a good deal of noise.

Within fifteen seconds she made Rob stop. He emitted a short but pathetic sound when he had to stop. Kristie felt sorry for him, and even thought, “Bless his heart.” Kristie had never been one of the women who had a difficult time having an orgasm. Even still, her few boyfriends had never seemed to be able to restrain their pleasure until she had hers. Rob was not like those guys, obviously.

Kristie decided to take pity on him. She pulled up her pajamas and snuggled up close to him, standing up, and pulled his shirt over his head. As he finished taking it off she kissed and licked his chest slowly as she took all of him into her grasp. She cupped and stroked him, focusing on his sensitive areas she had already learned. It didn't take long at all for her to drive him over the edge.

Kristie thought it was cute how Rob's entire body seemed to stiffen just as he got to orgasm. Then he shook, small tremors that migrated from some parts of his body to others as she milked him. She raised her eyebrows at the size of the mess he made as it all came spurting out. She was really glad all of that had not found its way up into her body. It kept coming for 3 or 4 seconds. Kristie giggled despite herself, thinking about the uber spooging she had just witnessed.

Rob had to stop her that time. Another few seconds of it would have driven him insane. Kristie had always wanted to do that, but she knew it wasn't the time or place. At precisely that moment she heard a door open, at the end of the hallway closest to the men's sleeping area. Kristie said, “Bye-bye, lover boy. I have to get back to bed." Then she rushed out and down the hall before the orderly could find out she hadn't been in bed the whole time.

Kristie heard the sounds of Rob not being nearly so lucky. The orderly must have gotten him coming out of the showers, because to Kristie's ears there was something bigger than just a sleepwalker being discussed. When she heard new voices she knew they had attached Rob to the small puddle of stuff in front of the sinks. She pulled her sheet over her head, in case he said something, so she could pretend she had been asleep. She new he wouldn't say anything though, and he didn't.

The two never saw each other again.