In Need of his Nectar: Pt. 01

- Chapter 1 -

Woken up by another set of pills in the mail, Jamie fetched them, ripped open the pack and knocked two back with water. The flat was a mess, but he didn't have time to do a deep clean today, so made a mental note to tend to it at the weekend. After a brief shower, he tucked a few pizza boxes under his arm with a few empty cans in a token effort of tidiness, taking them to the trash on his way out.

By the time he pulled into the parking lot he felt the pills begin to kick in, so opened the 'Experim-N' app on his phone to fill out the daily form, listing the symptoms he had noticed on the drive: sudden hunger, a slight headache and difficulty maintaining a trail of thought. They were the same symptoms he had experienced over the last few weeks, though they also seemed to improve his mood. Sometimes he wasn't sure if they were real or imagined, but he noted them as instructed, presented with a big green tick and daily addition to his balance, then headed into work.

It got busy at the bar around nine. During nights like this one, he would sometimes see this girl, he had managed to overhear someone call her Naomi. Always with a big group of other women, she would alternate between jumping around the dance floor and giggling with someone in the corner. She was loud and smiley, Jamie thought she seemed fun. She was hot too, with supple almond skin, a mane of curly brown hair in tight ringlets, and sizable tits that were usually pressed together into a phenomenal cleavage. Guys were always buying her drinks, so much so that tonight was the first time he had actually served her directly.

She caught his eye with a smile and a girly wave.

"What'll it be tonight, vodka cranberry?" He asked, recalling what he'd seen her drinking a few times before. Naomi's smirk blossomed into a full bright grin, her teeth brilliant white. Tonight she was wearing hoop earrings, a black top that strapped up around her neck and tied at the back, with a tight beige pencil skirt that ran disappointingly low, about mid-calf. It did however hug her frame tightly, giving him a good view of her petite little body and curvaceous hips. As always, her nails were white, brandishing a crimson red credit card between two fingers.

"A pornstar martini please, just so I feel less predictable." She said, fluttering her eyelashes in mock flirtation. Jamie could tell there was some sincerity to her seduction, watching as her eyes trailed down his body and back up again. His tall, lean physique was complimented well by the all-black ensemble he was made to wear. Jamie's black hair was slicked-back, a potent combination with his green eyes. He often attracted attention on-shift, blessed with a rugged, brooding severity that was easy on the eyes.

Trying to hide his eagerness, he retrieved the cocktail utensils he had been practising with, glad to have an opportunity to show off. He managed to almost finish before spilling a glug of passion fruit juice on his cheek. She laughed a giggly sort of belly laugh that managed to be endearing rather than ridiculing. Her dark eyes were still locked on him, and she bit her bottom lip to add a flourish to her teasing.

"Look, the drink is on the house, but the entertainment value is going to cost you a phone number." Said Jamie, trying his best not to look impressed with himself. She cocked an eyebrow in response, leaving him hanging long enough for him to question his forwardness.

Jamie was on the early shift, so got to leave a few hours before closing time. Naomi joined him and the girl was a blast. He was no stranger to bringing girls back from the bar, but Naomi managed to amp up a cheap fling to a salacious two-person afterparty. She was brazen, stripping down to her black matching underwear in the passenger seat of his car before he was even halfway home. Seeing her near-naked was a revelation, and it took all his will to keep his eyes on the road as she reached into his pants and toyed with his cock. Obviously she'd had a bit to drink, but she wasn't wasted by any means. He had rarely seen her get more than a little tipsy.

When he got her into bed, she was as loud as he had anticipated, screaming and grunting and wrapping her powerful legs around his hips to pull him into her. She was about a foot shorter than him and had the tight body of a girl that worked out daily. Her thick ass was his favourite asset, each cheek fitting nicely in his grip when he flipped her over, and bouncing pleasingly with each thrust. Her tits were also magnificent, firm round orbs that were just a little too big to hold. Jamie was close to bursting pretty quick, but she hadn't been holding back either. The sheets were soaked.

After they finished the first time, she called for a high five breathlessly. He couldn't help but laugh. She was too cool in a try-hard kind of way. The condom was almost overflowing when he removed it, and they lay panting in a hot sticky mess.

For a while they talked in bed, Naomi somehow managing to mention Crossfit three times in the space of twenty minutes, as well as rattling on about her boss at work, her boss' children, and a guy her friend was dating. Admittedly, Jamie wasn't trying to keep up, but watching her talk animatedly was entertaining in its own right. Eventually she asked him how he found working at the bar, but as he answered a phone ping phone drew her attention. In a flash the device was back in her hands, her fingers frantically at her keyboard responding to swathes of group texts. Glancing up at him ever so often and seeming to follow along.

Jamie didn't mind whether or not she was listening, he enjoyed watching her different reactions as she read each text. She was gorgeous, he wondered where she might rank in with all the other conquests this bed had endured. When the messaging was done, she placed it triumphantly back on the side. Returning back to discussion of the bar, she fondled his cock absentmindedly as she spoke and returned it quickly to hardness. Surely she was in the top ten.

"How often do you get tested?" She asked matter-of-factly, but with enough of a smirk for it to still be playful. Jamie had in fact gotten an STI test just yesterday. He showed Naomi the result on his phone, and her smirk grew into a full devilish smile. She proudly presented her own recently "clean" confirmation, before crawling between his legs on all fours, and taking his dick in her mouth, her dark eyes trained on him as she worked. Immediate upgrade: Naomi was now top-five material for sure.

She slurped, guzzled and drank him dry in a matter of minutes. Then there was that winning smile again. What choice did he have but to return the favour? After a few more drinks, Naomi announced she was on the pill, leading to yet another round, now without the condom. After that he practically collapsed onto the heap of sheets, clothes and pillows.

It had been a long time since he had fucked a girl without a condom, it felt incredible, and the sight of his white spunk oozing out of her hole had them both transfixed in their breathless exhaustion.

"You're a machine, I don't know how there's anything left in there!" Naomi laughed, patting his balls lightly.

"I have an unusually high sperm-count." He replied with exaggerated pride.

"What?" She scoffed. "Who even knows that about themself?!"

"Had to get some tests on it once." Said Jamie between sips of a now-warm cider. Naomi was only half-listening, peering at a new set of messages on her phone and eyeing the time.

"Right mister." She announced. "So I can either get a lift first thing in the morning, or I can get a cab home now but you gotta pay half; that shit's expensive. Your call."

He eyed her cautiously. Most girls he had met were sensitive about staying the night, as if it somehow made a one-night triste more palatable. He sensed that Naomi genuinely didn't mind either way. Much as he preferred to sleep alone, he couldn't afford to splash out on a cab, he was barely making ends meet with overtime shifts as it was. He tossed her a baggy t-shirt for her to use as pajamas.

"Sleepover it is." She sauntered over to her clothes heap on the floor and pulled the underwear back on before jumping back into bed with him.

He was actually quite glad of her company. After he had changed the sopping wet sheets they talked a while longer, but Jamie noticed something odd in Naomi's mannerisms as they went on. First was all the giggling, she became excitable and somehow even chattier than before. Her pupils were wide, and she was bursting with energy. There was a sheer layer of sweat on her brow, and her fingers tapped agitatedly against the headboard of the bed.

"Naomi, are you okay?" He queried.

"Uh, yeah why?"

"You seem kind of... hyper all of a sudden." He said, and watched as she considered that for a moment. She looked a bit worried.

"Uhm, yeah I feel kind of buzzed. Did you slip me something?"

"No! No, of course not." Jamie felt defensive, despite Naomi not seeming accusatory. Her mind was racing.

She took a deep breath. "I feel kind of amped up, like when I do coke."

Jamie got her some water and opened the window to give them some air. She calmed down, and after about fifteen minutes she seemed fine again. They were back to cracking jokes and chatting idly until they grew tired. Jamie had been perhaps more rattled by it than she was, in fact she was strangely chill about it the whole time. If it hadn't have been such a long shift, punctuated by such an active fucking session, it might have even kept him up. Instead he found himself quickly in a deep sleep, caressing Naomi as she wound down and drifted off with him.

The next morning he took another two pills, prompted by a reminder on his phone.

"What are those?" She asked, unabashedly curious.

"Oh, I'm doing a drug trial." He explained. "It's an experimental male contraceptive, the online store I buy condoms from was advertising it so I thought I'd give it a go. The money's good."

"Huh," She said, examining the bottle but finding little discerning information beyond a black 'N' logo capitalised on the label. "So that's how you know about your sperm count?"

He nodded and she seemed disinclined to probe further, hopping into the shower while he brushed his teeth.

- Chapter 2 -

During his weekday shift at the bar he got a text from Naomi about meeting up. Jamie didn't make a habit of repeat-performances if he could avoid it. He felt they had a mutual understanding that it would be a hook up situation, so he wasn't too concerned about things getting out of hand. He suggested another evening that week as tonight was likely to be a late one. Jamie had been on a high ever since their exchange and his confidence-boost was palpable. There had been a bit of a dry spell recently, but now he felt back on form.

It was mid-week and the bar was pretty quiet, an otherwise dream shift if he hadn't been paired with Riley. Fucking Riley. No matter how hard he tried not to get agitated, it was hard not to get pissed off with a girl like Riley. She spent much of her shift messaging some new girl she was seeing, and the rest on frequent breaks outside to vape. He wasn't alone in disliking her, and he was fairly certain at this point that she was intentionally creating this reputation of herself. Perhaps she just wanted to test how far she could go without getting fired.

Tonight she was giving him a wide berth, occasionally pretending to wash the counter or check the stock out back. When Jamie wasn't bickering with her about how to arrange the drinks in the fridges, he was serving customers. One of the things he disliked most about working with Riley was that he was similarly lax with the cleaning, so he couldn't get away with letting someone else pick up the slack. She had worked there for years so acted like she owned the place, strangely cocky for a skinny little brunette in her early twenties. Jamie found her plain, her most distinguishing features being her pale skin and wild unkempt hair. She never wore make-up.

So far she had been less annoying than usual, and Jamie was even relieved when she went out for another break. Riley was one of the few people working there which actually used the staff-only area on the roof. As she left, a redhead with a mixed group by the corner caught his eye. She was kind of bookish, with shoulder-length amber hair, freckly skin and striking blue eyes. Her tight blue jeans left little to the imagination, and she caught him scanning her slim legs on more than one occasion. She was shy, and seemed to grow anxious and giggly when she noticed him ogling her. The confidence of a few shots provided by her friends seemed to be enough to coax her to the bar.

"Hey," he said as she approached. "Another small Pinot?"

"Please."

"I'm Jamie." He told her as he opened a new bottle. She hid a sheepish smile, and he sensed he was going to have to do most of the heavy-lifting in this conversation. Her face was pretty, with full lips, big doe eyes and a button nose. The cutesy type; he was into it.

"Paige." She replied.

"What brings you out tonight Paige?"

"My friends and I just passed our 'History of the Stage' coursework. We're celebrating!"

"Oh nice, where do you study?" He asked, and did his best to disguise his discomfort as she revealed that she went to the same university he had dropped out of nearly half a year ago. She must have spotted something in his expression, because she anxiously filled the short silence with a description of the performance she had delivered for her dance module. He was finding her hard to follow, the headache worsening a little. It got like this sometimes, but this time it had come on suddenly. Bearable for now, he tried to mask it as he talked to the striking young woman.

He supplied Paige with a few more drinks, and she hovered by the bar as he occasionally served other customers. Her friends seemed content without her, her skinny blond friend glancing over to check on her from time to time. She told him she was studying 'Drama and Performing Arts', as well as taking evening dance classes and tutoring English on the side. This was a rare night out in her busy schedule, and she'd dressed up for the occasion, with black boots, a loose white blouse and some tastefully applied lipstick. Still, she had the hint of bags under her eyes and her red painted nails were chipped. There was a nervous sort of charm to her, and it was nice to see her loosen up the longer they chatted. Usually it would take more than this to get him going, but a bulge began to form in his pants and he couldn't help himself but flirt. She was a total featherweight - for both booze and attention - and soon she was toying with strands of her hair, shuffling her feet and staring at him longingly enough that he felt emboldened to make a move.

"I gotta close this place up in 20 minutes. Wanna join me for a drink somewhere after?" He offered brazenly. She seemed entirely caught off-guard by it, and it seemed all the goodwill he had built up instantly vanished.

"Well I, uh, I kinda promised my friends we'd keep drinking at mine." She said with an awkward shrug.

"Okay well, maybe some other time." He said as calmly as he could. Reaching to get his phone from his pocket, and offering her the 'Add Contact' page. She blushed and her smile reemerged, typing in the numbers a little too eagerly and pausing as she wrote 'Paige', as if she was considering adding a love heart at the end.

As she wandered back over to her group, Jamie heard a snort of derision from behind him, peering back to see Riley revelling in watching him strike out.

"This one actually seemed to have a few brain cells," Riley taunted, polishing a glass from across the bar. "I think you'd need to get her drunker to have a chance with that one."

"Still got her number."

"Probably fake."

She was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him. "Riley you've cleaned the same pint glass like twelve times tonight, try washing a dirty one."

"It's marketing!" She shot back playfully. "All about brand image for the customers, makes them think we're hygienic."

Jamie rolled his eyes.

He managed to ignore her continued teasing as they closed up. As aggravating as she was being, she at least seemed to be pulling more of her weight in the cleaning to compensate. She stocked the fridges and half-heartedly wiped the bar down while Jamie cashed up and put the money down the safe-chute. He gave the counters a cursory wipe with a wet cloth, despite knowing he was supposed to use spray and hot water. It was a tad sticky but good enough. As they locked up, Jamie was surprised to see Paige stood by the door chewing a fingernail anxiously.

"Hey!" Jamie called. "Thought you had drinks?"

"Well, I... changed my mind." Paige was wide-eyed, as if she was shocked at her own forwardness. "I was gonna text but, I only gave you my number, you didn't give me yours."

"Oh, cool." He said nonchalantly, enjoying seeing her squirm. She seemed to be worried she was coming on too strong, but he found it cute. "My car is just there," he continued, pressing his key clicker so that the car lights flashed through the darkness. It was a rickety piece of junk but it was hard to tell from this far. All the while they had been talking, Riley stood watching. She was the kind of person that didn't mind hovering around uninvited, but Jamie shot her a look of irritation and she returned a scrunch-nosed look of disdain before leaving with a groan. After all the taunting earlier, he was glad she had got to see Jamie's unexpected victory.

"So... where's even open this time of night?" She asked nervously as they walked to his car, spotting everywhere else nearby was entirely shut; the small secluded parking lot deserted except for his car and Riley's speeding off into the distance. They were a fair way from the main road and it was quiet, the edges shrouded in greenery and only the dim glow of the bar-sign providing any light.

"I know a place..." He said, as cooly as he could muster and led her to his car. The benefit of driving a shitty heap of junk was that he didn't care too much about damaging it. He opened the boot and retrieved a few items - three blankets, some cushions, a few bottles and mugs, along with a trail of fairy lights.

He threw the thickest of the blankets over the roof, then placed the cushions and other blankets in the corner, trailed the long string of lights around the edge of the blanket and down the hood, then popped a tray up there with the mugs and bottles.

"Voila!" He jested, flicking on the battery-operated lights and waiting patiently for her smirk, clearly she wasn't sure whether to allow herself to be impressed. It was corny, but actually quite a nifty little improvised date, even if it was clear he must have done this before. "Want a hand up there?" He stooped, knitting his hands together to create a step up for her.

With a disarming chuckle, she stepped towards him and then halted, reaching down to unzip her black boots and peel off her socks. Standing on the shoes, she lifted one leg to step into his hands, where he hoisted her up to clamber up onto the blanket with ease. Impressed with his strength, she perched on the top of the car as he leapt up onto the hood and came up to join her, the metal creaking as they went. She prepped the cushions to create a comfy spot, Jamie kindly placing a blanket over her and checking his watch before opening a small bottle of wine for his companion, and a light beer for himself.

It was a warm night in a quiet spot: this was certainly novel. If it was just a little darker they might have even been able to make out the stars.

They lay back together on their elbows, clinking their glasses together and swapping smiles. Conversation didn't come easily, though Jamie didn't seem to mind it, and just as Paige was working up the courage to attempt a start, the lights from the bar blinked out. The surprise of it elicited a gasp from her, as now the small fairy lights were all that remained, just their faint glow permitting the outline of their faces. His sly smile betrayed that he'd known they were on a timer, and she giggled. It was a cool trick, the full splendour of the stars above now visible.

"Very smooth." Paige admitted with a giggle, pushing him lightly in the chest.

Between swigs, Jamie talked about how long he had worked at the bar, complaining a little about Riley. Paige in return told him a bit about her friends, mentioning that they would be very proud of her for going on this little adventure. Seizing his moment, Jamie snaked his hand towards her arm under the blanket, allowing their skin to meet, and when she reacted positively, her eyes twinkling in his direction, he leant in for a kiss.

Squirming under him, and seemingly ready for him at once, he offered to go back to his and she accepted readily. She certainly wouldn't be going any further out here.

The drive back punctuated just how different Paige was to Naomi. She went stiff, clearly anxious and questioning her decision. Jamie struggled to maintain light conversation, and as they pulled into his apartment's parking bay, he stopped the car and turned to her.

"Listen, if you're not comfortable I can drive you home now. You seemed great, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." Even as he said it, he could feel his body rally against him in protest, yearning to conquer her.

She softened at that immediately, saying, "thanks, I've never done this sort of thing before. My friends are always telling me I should get out and do more." Offering a shy grin.

"Well whatever happens you can embellish it when you tell them the story, you know? Tell them we broke into an abandoned warehouse and had sex in the moonlight."

She laughed at that, her comfort returning as she eased in her seat.

"Well, let's start with another drink before we resort to trespassing."

The glasses of whisky and coke sat untouched on the kitchen counter as they kissed fervently on the sofa. Paige was still timid, pressing her fingertips gingerly to his cheek as their exchange deepened. Bringing his hand to the back of her neck to pull her in closer seemed to spark her passion, and before he knew it her hands were all over him. Something had been unleashed, and soon his clothes were being tugged off him, and he had unwrapped her to reveal her freckly naked form. He was pleased to be greeted with perky little tits and a lithe figure ready to be devoured. He spotted a patch on her thigh, like a plaster but square, and he recognised it was a form of contraceptive, but retrieved a condom nonetheless. He made a conscious effort not to go too fast and let her lead. Paige went wild as he kissed up her body, rolling her hips into his thigh as they made out under the sheets. He felt really pent up, like he hadn't had sex in weeks despite his recent sessions with Naomi. He was rock hard and felt like he might cum with just a touch. She seemed much the same, and as soon as she gave him the hungry eyed look he'd been waiting for, he slid on the condom and went to work.

Paige was breathy and quiet, gripping his shoulders tightly and squeezing her eyes shut as if in deep concentration. She came almost right away, driven mad by all the rubbing under the sheets and the orgasm seemed to ease her nervousness. Moaning lightly at first, she kissed up his firm chest. He paused a while to ensure he lasted longer, but once he restarted it didn't take much before she came again. Her eyes shot open in astonishment, the whole taboo of sleeping with a stranger seemed to really be doing it for her. This was a girl that lived to a tight schedule.

Running his hand through her bright red hair, something about that sent her wild, and she came hard around his dick, sending him over the edge too. He burst with a loud grunt, nearly toppling onto her as he finished.

A headache he had barely noticed was there now began to dissipate as he caught his breath, and it felt like he had been overdue a release. Their eyes met and they laughed. He gave her a small kiss and rolled off her and out of the bed.

Retreating to the bathroom to remove the condom, after closing the door he stopped in his tracks realising the side of the condom had split. There was a tiny tear where some of his cum had leaked out, and the beginnings of panic set in before he remembered her patch: she was on birth control. He was clean, and he could be pretty sure she wasn't sexually active. It was going to be fine, the condom had still held most of it in anyway. He knew she would freak if he told her.

He binned it and went back to the bed. Maybe he would find a way to tell her later, reasoning it would be kinder to mention it in the morning, so she could get some sleep first.

"What's with the plaster? A scrape from dance class?" He found himself blurting as he clambered back into the sheets.

"Oh, no it's a contraceptive patch." She explained, and he was glad to get confirmation. Now he could get away with not saying anything, right? His phone buzzed, Naomi's name flashing up for a few moments before it was replaced by the notification screen, showing he had missed a few calls from her already.

"Do you do this sort of thing a lot?" She asked innocently, having seen the phone. She brought up an arm, defensively covering her perfect round little tits. Her nervousness was returning.

"I meet a lot of girls at the bar." He admitted. "None quite like you though." Jamie shot her a disarming grin and she returned it, shifting nervously in place.

"Can I get some water?" She asked, feeling suddenly a little light-headed. Jamie nodded, immediately heading over to the kitchen area. Paige pulled the white sheet around herself and followed him, spotting a pile of engineering textbooks by the entryway.

"Did you ever consider studying?" She probed carefully, sipping the water and hoping the dizziness would fade.

"Uh sure," Jamie mumbled. "I dropped out actually, my first year."

"Oh really, why!?"

"I thought mechanical engineering sounded cool, I always liked making stuff. I guess I didn't realise how much maths and science went into it. We hardly even spent that much time actually designing anything..."

Managing to stop herself from laughing, Paige realised he wasn't joking. He really had picked a course on a whim, and bailed when it turned out to be complicated. She couldn't fathom being so impulsive with such massive sums of money.

She filled the silence with a question, "so you didn't enjoy it?"

"I mean, at times. It's just it felt so far away: becoming an actual engineer. I'd have to beat all those tests, then fight to actually get a job. I just couldn't see it. I missed a few classes, failed an assignment really badly, then one day I just stopped turning up."

"Do you still have to pay back the first-year fees?" She asked, listening intently while supporting herself on the wall, her legs felt like jelly and her vision blurred at the edges.

"Uhh, yeah I do. It's pretty tough, but if I do enough shifts I can make rent, bills and pay the minimum each month." He continued a little sheepishly, hoping that would be enough to quieten her questioning.

She was getting woozy, so moved back to the bed. Jamie used the opportunity to shift the conversation away from himself. He still couldn't bring himself to mention about the condom breaking, so instead asked her why she took her course.

"I just always liked performing, ever since I was young. I used to do these shows for my family and... oh gosh they were so silly, like we would do these songs and dances..." She was laughing as she spoke, but the giggling grew out of control until it overwhelmed her and speaking became impossible. Jamie couldn't imagine what could possibly be so funny, but she was crying with laughter, the volume eventually subsiding. "Sorry! Sorry anyway. We can talk about it another time, I'm exhausted." She lay down next to him, suddenly feeling heavy and needing to rest her head. She considered that she might be imposing but she didn't have the energy to go home. "Can you drop me to my dorm in the morning?"

Jamie nodded, surprised at how quickly she had gone from maddening laughter to snoring next to him.

- Chapter 3 -

Paige was loudly clambering around the flat retrieving her clothes when he woke up, she seemed frazzled and the sight of her in underwear trying to hide her impeccable body would normally have had him hard at once, but his libido seemed to be abated for the time being. She jolted when she noticed him sitting up and watching her.

"Sorry, I- I'm just..." She clutched her head, eyes squinting against the daylight from the windows and he presumed she was hungover and seemingly a bit embarrassed. "I am gonna be late for class. Could you drop me back real quick?" She stammered, trying to shuffle her foot into a shoe without realising she was putting it on the wrong foot.

When they arrived she shot out the car right away with hardly a look back. He was still tired, so hadn't contributed much during the drive either. It made for a pretty awkward goodbye as one-night-stands went. When he saw her disappear into her dorm building, he realised he had never mentioned about the condom breaking. He decided he would text her when he got home, but when he arrived back he returned to bed at once.

It was less than an hour later when he was woken again to palms slamming repeatedly on the door. It was so relentless that he was sure he must have missed a bill again and someone was coming to collect. He was shocked to open it to Naomi, her appearance so different now that he almost didn't recognise her.

She looked like she hadn't slept, her hair wild with a skittish and frantic demeanour. This wasn't the same party girl he had picked up at the bar, with her cavalier attitude and giggly nonchalance. She looked like a junkie. Still fucking hot, but she was so on edge that it was freaking him out.

"Uhh, Jim look..."

"It's Jamie," he interrupted.

"Shit, yea sorry. Jamie. Listen, what the fuck did you give me?" She asked, barging into his flat and madly flailing her hands about.

"What are you talking about?" His tone rose.

"Seriously, I'm not fucking around, I'm going out of my mind." She watched his expression closely, he really didn't seem to have a clue what she was talking about. That couldn't be possible, Naomi knew something wasn't right. It had to be him.

"Naomi slow down, what the fuck are you on about?"

She didn't answer, her eyes in constant motion as her mind grappled for other explanations of what was happening to her. She perched cautiously on the couch in thought.

Jamie crouched beside her, and as soon as he was close to her she felt a familiar gnawing sensation. Naomi was desperate, she had been for days, and everything in her felt compelled to grab him and take what she needed, the urge was frightening.

"I haven't been able to cum for two days." She admitted under her breath, so quietly he could barely make it out. He didn't say anything, but his look of bewilderment told her he'd at least heard her. "I mean a few days is normally fine, like obviously but, ever since the other night when I was here I can't... it's like I need it."

"Need what?" He asked timidly, his eyes fixated on hers. She couldn't make herself say the words, but the sultry eyes she shot back at him gave him the answer. Naomi reached her hand out slowly to his shoulder, she had been craving an orgasm for so long now. It eluded her despite trying every conceivable method, but it wasn't just the pleasure she craved. It was the specific climax she had reached here with Jamie. Something about it left an imprint, she could taste its unique signature, present now again in his scent. Despite all that yearning, how could it be that now she was here, she felt hungrier more than horny, like she wanted to consume him.

Unable to bring herself to explain, she just leant forward to kiss him but he recoiled back. Before Naomi even knew what she was doing she had leapt on top of him, pressing her weight onto him while straddling his abdomen. He seemed so surprised at this that he did nothing for a moment, and so she capitalised on the pause by removing her top. She had showered and come straight here in her comfy gym gear, so undressing was adorned with the sweet flowery smell of her perfume and shower gel which caught him off-guard. Her tits were as magnificent as he had committed to memory, and Naomi could tell she was winning him over, leaning forward to grab his hands and press it to her chest as she groped his groin. His hardness was immediate.

Lowering to her knees, she deftly wrangled his dick free of his jeans. Setting quickly to work before he could protest, he was soon groaning enough that she knew she would be able to mount him and take the desperate sex she had been fantasising about for days. Yet, as she worked him between her lips, she found herself unwilling to stop. Having him like this was already starting to satisfy her cravings and so she kept going, surprised at how much she was getting into it. A few times she choked herself in her enthusiasm, and when he neared climax she almost couldn't stop herself from jamming him down her throat to ensure she got every last drop.

This was without a doubt the best and weirdest blowjob of Jamie's life, and it was evident from his reaction, bursting immediately into laughter from how incredible and unexpected this was. Naomi fell back gasping for air, and he found himself fascinated at her reaction. From the way her body went so quickly limp, he would have assumed she had cum herself, and yet he hadn't seen either of her perfectly manicured hands leave the vicinity of his cock during the whole exercise. Even as he regained his faculties, she seemed to have a contented glow to her.

"Naomi, I still don't understand what you were going on about? What was all this?"

She looked at him blankly, somehow so serene she was almost absent. He repeated himself.

"I don't really know." She offered at last, her speech slow and slurred. "I just really needed that."

"You needed to come here and give ME a blowjob?" He asked accusingly, but got little in response beyond a lilting nod. He could sense himself getting aggravated quickly and found himself using the same tactics he used to keep himself from blowing up at Riley. As he calmed down, she seemed to float back towards reality, her eyes soon blinking abnormally fast. He must have had the wrong read on this girl before, she was surely nuts.

"Listen, I need you to get the fuck out of my house." Jamie asserted, punctuating his point by gesturing towards the door. To amplify his seriousness, he pulled his pants back up and held them in place, pointing to the door with his other hand. Naomi seemed to recount her actions in her head and register his reaction, nodding with a sigh and traipsing out. Slamming the door behind her, she got in her car and drove as carefully as she could, fighting the effects of the tingling sensation in her body.

- Chapter 4 -

There was a notification on Jamie's phone from the 'Experim-N' app with information, but he swiped it away, too tired to deal with it now. Taking today's pills and logging fewer symptoms than yesterday, he won his green tick and increased balance. He was pissed to have missed out on his nap and catching up on sleep, now it wasn't long before he had to get dressed and return to work for an overtime shift he had committed to. He reasoned that at least he wouldn't be working with Riley tonight, but then was disappointed to arrive and find she had been asked to cover for their coworker who was on leave for a few days. That especially sucked because he was working the exact same shift tomorrow night too, so that meant three nights back-to-back with her.

The first one wasn't so bad, other than a few playful digs trying to vie information about his night with Paige. "Didn't know you were into the nerdy-types J!" She jabbed on her way out for another vape break. It was another quiet one except for a regular who came up to the bar a few too many times, flirting shamelessly with Jamie each time. If he hadn't been thoroughly sex-ed out over the last few days he might have taken the bait, but remained professional. As they closed up, Riley had decided to share some stories about a recent pregnancy scare she'd had with a dude she was hooking up with a month or so back. The story was interrupted multiple times by her snorting laughing, to the point Jamie could barely follow it, and by the time he left he had taken about as much as he could stand of Riley.

The next night Jamie considered calling in sick himself, but a few new letters in the mail convinced him otherwise; at least two of them were final payment warnings, so he dumped them all on the pile and decided to muscle through the shifts. He immediately regretted it, walking in to find Riley flirting obnoxiously loud with a customer. At least when he did it he was subtle. Riley had good taste though, chatting up a slim dark-skinned girl in a teal sundress who twizzled a strand of hair around her finger as they spoke. Riley even looked somewhat presentable today, her shoulder length brown hair freshly cleaned and in a loose ponytail, in denim shorts, white shoes and a light-green t-shirt which said 'GET MAD' on the front. Jamie was sure to interrupt with a few questions about the stock and tills before the customer left.

"Noticed you didn't get a number." He jested, glad to get a bit of revenge before she revealed she had the girl's number already. Apparently it was a fairly frequent hook up. Jamie had noticed she had been favouring women more than men recently. A little later Riley even shared a few stories about some of the kinky submissive stuff the sundress-girl was into, and whilst it was kind of hot to hear about, the renewed snorting chuckling throughout made it veer towards annoying once more. Before long they had descended into their typical bickering about cleaning and restocking that neither of them wanted to do, but he was proud of himself for managing to keep it together until the last customer left.

"Right, for fuck sake Riley enough! Just stock the fucking tonics properly." He yelled after locking the doors, clearing all the tables and finding her texting at the bar. He shoved a box into her hands a little too forcefully as he shouted, and she shot him a dismissive scowl, taking it from him and dumping it on the counter.

"Or what?" She asked, prodding him in the chest half jokingly.

He glared with a sigh in response, determined not to let her get another rise out of him.

"Why don't you just admit it?" She continued, stepping closer unblinkingly. "You have a thing for me, it's obvious."

That actually helped him break the crest of his anger, laughing under his breath. "I really don't think that's it Riley..."

"I hit on one chick at the bar and you act weirdly jealous all night, it's pathetic." She was close enough now to nearly be touching him, but was a fair bit shorter than him, so had to look up. Even so, with her unwarranted level of self-assuredness it was strangely intimidating and he found himself at a loss for words. How could he respond to someone so deluded?

Riley thumped him in the chest, hard enough that he could tell it was meant to hurt.

"Come on, if you wanna do something just do it." Her tone was only partially mocking now, and he wasn't sure where this had come from, but suddenly she was hitting him again, this time with a slap to the face which was reminiscent of some of the stories she had told him about how she acted with sundress-girl. Clearly Riley had an inclination for domination. Not really Jamie's bag.

He caught her wrist before the next slap and yanked it into the air, but wasn't quick enough to catch her second hand which latched onto his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't an especially good one, but it was enough to wake his cock. Enlivened by the tussle, he thrust her back into the wood of the bar, rattling the drinks on the shelves and clasping his hand to her throat as he deepened the kiss. She took the opportunity to get a spare hand and unclasp his belt, tugging his cock out and pumping it in her hand a bit too quickly. What she lacked in tact she made up for in ferocity, clawing into him and occasionally biting his lips. Even the way this girl hooked up was fucking annoying, but Jamie had been worked up now and he intended to take his frustration out on her somehow.

Slipping his hand into her denim shorts, he found her soaking. Riley undid the buttons and pushed her shorts to her ankles to give him better access, and so he finger fucked her hard, grinding his fingertips into her g-spot over and over until she squirted. He clutched her hair into his fist, yanking it continually, but she retaliated each time she climaxed by scratching her nails down his neck, hard enough that he was sure it was leaving a mark. She was surprisingly strong, throwing him back against the wood of the counter, and spinning around, freeing herself of his grip. Presenting her bare ass to him, she backed into him, steadying herself on the wooden shelving of the bar, whilst using the benefit of the narrow space to press him back into the other side of the bar. Once she had guided his cock into her sopping wet pussy, she could use her leverage to pump her whole body forward and back, pulling and pushing off the wooden shelves built into the wall and getting up to an impressive rhythm.

Unlike either of the last two girls Jamie had fucked, there was nothing endearing about fucking Riley. Her grunts were animalistic, punctuated by shrieks as she thrust herself forward and back, and he was surprised how quickly she was getting him off. There was something cathartic about this hate fuck, and he took the opportunity to spank her harder than he would have thought appropriate for anyone else, needing at least one hand to steady himself on the counter. Practically the whole bar was shaking.

He kept her guessing by occasionally alternating from spanking to pinching her nipples through her top and could tell they were pierced, using the benefit of their extra purchase to twist them cruelly, trying not to snigger aloud. She had meagre little tits compared to Naomi's.

Feeling fairly certain she had cum around his cock at least once, he could feel himself nearing a climax of his own, and she seemed to sense it.

"Tell me when you're close, yeah?" She said, looking back at him suddenly serious. Jamie only managed a grunt in return, moving his hand to her hip ready to push her off as she continued her hard pounding against his pelvis. Nearing climax robbed him of his strength, but he used what little he had to push her off him. Riley thrust powerfully back, so he tapped repeatedly on her waist before realising Riley was well aware of what she was doing. Pressing her ass all the way back until he was pinned against the wood of the bar, the bitch used all her might to hold herself in place, forcing him to cum inside her. He growled, clambering to catch himself on the side as she rolled her hips a couple of times to pump more spunk out of him, before he grabbed her and pushed her to the ground.

She looked up at him excitedly with a wicked grin, clearly quite proud of herself.

"What the fuck Riley!?" He spat, pulling his pants back up and fastening them. "Are you on protection?"

"Relax asshole, I'll get a morning after pill tomorrow." She clambered to her feet, leaving her shorts and underwear around her ankles as if trying to elongate the discomfort, she seemed to be enjoying his reaction. "Or maybe I won't, see what I fancy." Riley rubbed her belly mockingly before bringing her finger to her entrance to wipe some of the white gunk oozing out of her and inspecting it. "You came a lot J, that was fucking hot." She sucked it off her finger like icing.

Jamie was seething, at himself as much as Riley. He was such an idiot. He stormed out before he did something stupid, leaving before she had even re-dressed. He strode right for his car, got in and rode off, barely even registering that the otherwise empty parking lot contained another car parked beside Riley's.

- Chapter 5 -

It was hours before he fell asleep, and when we woke up he found his rage hadn't tempered. The text from Naomi asking if she could meet up to suck him off again didn't help, only solidifying for him how batshit crazy this girl was.

'Lose my fucking number, I'm blocking you.' He replied, tossing his phone across the room.

Thankfully he just had two more days of work, and they were short day shifts without Riley. He had been sure to check that before signing up for the overtime. With a few more hours of sleep and another dose of pills, he headed off early to make a stop before work, pulling into the sex clinic to get himself tested after hooking up with Riley and the others. He knew they couldn't test for all things right away, and that for all Riley's faults, she talked often about her sexual exploits, including getting herself and partners regularly tested. Still, he felt better when he got the all clear for some of the instant-tests.

When he arrived at work he could feel his pills beginning to kick in and filled out the app again. He wasn't having any of the difficulty concentrating this last day or so, but there had been a lot going on so perhaps he had just been too distracted to notice it. He still had a slight headache though, and somehow felt hungry despite not wanting any food - that sensation came and went. The app had alerts for information, but when he clicked it he was presented with long blocks of text about side-effect reporting. He closed it, electing to read it later.

Walking into the bar he relieved the two colleagues that had worked the early slot, one of the guys staying with Jamie for a while as part of the long shift. It was fairly uneventful other than some complaining about what a mess the bar had been in the morning, and some less-than-gentle teasing about how lazy Jamie and Riley were. They said the two of them shouldn't be allowed to work together, only half in jest, but Jamie quipped back that he would be more than glad of that arrangement. He distinctly disliked being lumped into the same category as her, but didn't think it would be wise to tell them he had left her to close up last night, or why. Especially given how much they had complained about mopping the sticky floor behind the bar.

To hide the marks on his neck, he had opted to wear a collared black shirt today, managing to avoid any questions.

At the end of the shift, he was surprised to see Paige stride through the door and over to him. Her fiery orange hair was distinctive, but otherwise something was off about her, she looked drained.

"Hi!" Paige greeted with a thin veil of cheeriness, a poor attempt to mask her jitters. "You never text me..."

"Oh, uh sorry I've had a crazy few days. Lot's of night shifts and I'm kind of shattered." He said quietly, not wanting the group of nightshift colleagues now entering to overhear, but he could feel them watching him from the other side of the bar. Beyond her textbook nerves, she seemed on edge, almost overly happy to see him and yet close to tears. Jamie didn't do well with women crying. "I was definitely going to call you." He lied, who even calls these days?

"Well, are you free now?" She asked sweetly. "I called earlier and they said you were doing eleven to four today. Maybe we could go for a drive or something?" Despite a distinct effort to appear aloof, Paige seemed desperate for his affection. Clearly she had dressed up for him, with a summery crop top and a long grey skirt as well as dark red lipstick.

"I'm kind of... Paige, are you okay?" He whispered now, sensing his workmates watching him more intently.

Her eyes grew quickly glassy with tears, blinked frantically away. "I think my exams are just driving me kind of crazy, I could do with a distraction." The statement was made so firmly that even she seemed to believe it. Jamie was less convinced, but couldn't bring himself to deny her now. He thought about the condom breaking, and how he had been too afraid to tell her, and the residual guilt may have factored into his decision to agree. He clocked out, grabbed his keys and led Paige to his car.

Clearly, Paige hadn't planned beyond this point, as she was silent and awkward for quite a while as he drove around aimlessly, the metal of the car squeaking with every turn. The juddering noise only made things feel more awkward. He couldn't think what to get them started on, given that talking about her studies carried a risk of setting off the waterworks.

"Sorry again about not texting, maybe we can stop off for a coffee somewhere and I'll message you right away so you have my number?" He said, cringing at himself but hoping reassurance would brighten her mood. It worked all too well until she glanced down at his phone where he had tossed it, lopsided in a cupholder in the centre console between them. The screen was lit up as Jamie got another message from Naomi begging for a hookup. He'd forgotten to block her and there was a predictably frosty reaction from Paige as she saw it.

The only thing worse than the silence was the long deep breath Paige took before asking. "Uh, could you just pull over by this bus stop?"

There was an abandoned garage off to the side of the road by the bus stop, so he pulled in there rather than stay on the road. He took a deep breath himself, uncertain of what he could say in this bizarre moment and considering just allowing the cards to play out so he could get rid of this girl and go back to bed. Before he could begin to muster up words, she leant in for a kiss and he accepted it readily, glad to bypass a shouting match. This was sweet and gentle, Paige easing quickly into his embrace, a marked difference from the craziness he had faced with Naomi and Riley, yet a worryingly familiar tone of desperation. Like before, she touched her fingers lightly to his cheek, a signature of hers, but the neediness with which she pushed her body into him was new. He hadn't even noticed her unfasten her seatbelt.

Displaying uncharacteristic forwardness, Paige's dainty hands rubbed up his leg and found his rigid cock pressed to the fabric. He hadn't showered since fucking Riley, and wasn't sure if he had after Naomi had given him that impromptu blowjob. This was far from what he had anticipated when leaving the house this morning, but the hunger of her rubbing and her small moans into their kisses amped him up in no time. Her pace quickened, and she grew closer too, climbing over to straddle him. Removing his seatbelt and sliding his hips forward to her involved a bit of fumbling but she was all smiles, excitedly hiking up all the excess fabric of her long skirt and kicking off her sandals. Jamie had been so sexually active the last few days, the idea of another bout felt exhausting, and yet he became quickly overcome with arousal, seeing this once timid girl raring to fuck him.

Lifting his waistband over his cock for her, Paige wasted no time lowering onto it, her entrance slick with juices. Still they had to thrust slowly, gradually easing more of him into her until she could press all the way down with a sigh. A tear rolled down her cheek and she began kissing all over his head, her hands were all over him, running along his shoulders and chest as if checking he was real. Unsure what to do with himself, Jamie relied on his habits, slipping a hand under her skirt to find her clit and rub it. Normally women needed a bit more warming up than the last few he had been with, and Jamie had carefully cultivated the right gestures and pressure on a girl's clit to get the right reaction. Paige's was immediate, a high moan followed by more kissing and the rolling of her hips.

She was so warm against him that he soon found himself mirroring her mannerisms, groping her ass under the wads of cotton before bringing his hand under her crop top to support her back, stroking her milky white freckled skin. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and he was certain that was distinctly out of the ordinary for a girl like Paige. The notion that this had been an intentional oversight just for him nearly finished him off, but he was able to last long enough for them to cum together, giving him time to run his hand up her leg and check for another contraceptive patch - this one was a little higher up, so she must have replaced the last one. As he emptied his spunk inside the third girl in a week, he again found that a brain fog he hadn't noticed was lifting and he felt clear, his mood peaking at once.

Things were somewhat sullied by the vibrating of his phone, dancing in slow circles around the cupholder advertising Naomi's name in big letters. He sensed the mood shift, but the afterglow of great sex seemed to prevent a sullen atmosphere. They both watched as the call rang out, and several notifications pinged on-screen about missed calls and frantically worded messages.

As Paige lifted herself off him slightly, she leaned back on the top of the steering wheel and began to chuckle to herself. Just like last time they had hooked up, the fits of laughter seemed to quickly overwhelm her. She covered her mouth as she went, Jamie staring at her perplexed until she regained her composure.

"What's funny?" He asked flatly, too satisfied to be annoyed.

"I dunno, this whole thing. I mean, this isn't exactly normal is it?" Said Paige, dexterously placing her feet on the door interior and centre armrest, then propelling herself surprisingly gracefully over to the passenger seat. "Well, it might be normal for you I suppose."

"You didn't strike me as the kind of person to be so... forward." Jamie declared, being deliberately careful with his words.

"You mean me showing up at your work, or the sex?" She asked with a smirk.

"Well, both." He stated, watching the range of emotion cross her face amidst the freckles, poised in contemplation.

Following a little hesitation she said, "after we had sex and you went to the bathroom, I saw you had some pills on the bedside table. There were a bunch of the same bottles empty on the kitchen counter."

His face must have conveyed his surprise at her perceptiveness.

"I'm a sucker for environmental-storytelling." She quipped with a small smile. "Do the pills affect your sex drive?" She watched him closely for a reaction but got little. "Could it be contagious? On the whole forwardness thing, I've noticed a definite... change."

"Uhh, well it's still in trial. I don't even know if I have the real drug or the placebo." Jamie finally stammered when his brain caught up. "It's a fertility-control thing, so yeah libido was mentioned as one of the possible side effects, but I haven't personally noticed any changes. It definitely shouldn't be contagious... Can drugs even be contagious?"

Jamie's mind was racing. If he understood what Paige was implying, the strange behaviour he had noticed in both her and Naomi was somehow being caused by him. Surely that couldn't be possible? He had never heard of anything like that, but it was undeniable that having seen the cool, outgoing Naomi over months at the bar, her recent demeanour was certainly an unexpected shift in personality. He was usually a pretty good judge of people, and Paige's decisiveness felt equally uncharacteristic.

"You know I told you about my friends always pushing me to be more bold? Live life more? I'm paraphrasing... I mean they basically think I'm a boring prude." Paige recounted, slouching back in her seat and stretching her slender pale legs to rest them up on the dashboard. "They're the girls I live with, a couple of them are theatre students too, but totally the other end of the spectrum to me: loud, candid, daring. They're really fun and they're always trying to push me out of my comfort zone. That's partially why I went back with you the other night." She shot him a glance through her eyelashes and continued. "Anyway, a couple of months ago for my birthday they bought me this dildo! It's a garish pink thing, and of course I freaked at the time, but I know they both have toys and have heard them use them on occasion. Theatre girls have no shame! It took me a while but I plucked up the courage to try it, and I mean... It was mind blowing. Like I usually take a while to get there, but this finished me off right away. I thought I'd had good sex, but I had never felt anything like that."

Jamie shifted in his seat. Something had suddenly come over Paige and she was talking so quickly that he could barely keep up. The reserved exterior had inexplicably given way to this sprawling highly personal rant and he wasn't sure really how to respond, so resorted to nodding along silently.

"There's more than like fifteen different settings on the thing, but until last week I had only been adventurous enough to try three of them and it was incredible every time. It's nothing if not reliable, and it helps alleviate some stress when I get anxious about exams and stuff." She went on animatedly. "These last few days though, I've tried just about every setting. I can't seem to stop myself, I'm constantly turned on, but I haven't had a single orgasm since we hooked up."

"Are you serious?" He blurted, unable to conceive of going so long being close without finishing. It was exactly what Naomi had said. There was no doubt now, there was clearly a connection here.

"I just had this feeling, it's been gnawing at me for days, that if we just had sex again, it would feel really good. Like better-than-vibrator good. It was such a strong inkling that it was kind of scary, and before I knew it I had just succumbed to it. I can't believe I called the bar - it was my flatmate's suggestion." Paige finished her spiel and took a deep breath, resting her hands in her lap seemingly relieved. "Oh and I know the condom broke, you're kind of a dick for not mentioning that."

Whilst it had been hard not to glance away from Paige's intense eye contact throughout the entire tale, he had succeeded for the most part until now, evading her glare at the mention of the condom by looking out the windscreen ahead.

"This Naomi girl, is the same thing happening with her?" She asked, conflicted between the instinct of jealousy and the sympathy for anyone going through what she had been enduring the last few days. Paige bit the bridge of her finger as she awaited a response.

Given how forthcoming Paige had just been, Jamie felt compelled to do the same, explaining the similar reaction from Naomi, and how it had escalated quickly from what had seemed like a mutually agreed one-time hookup. He elected not to mention his exchange with Riley, but it was certainly playing on his mind. For the time being, Paige had decided they had a singular goal: to sit down with Naomi and figure this whole thing out. Taking the liberty of snatching up Jamie's phone and texting Naomi, they agreed to converge at Jamie's place.

- Chapter 6 -

They arrived before Naomi, and the wait was endured in strained silence. It felt like whatever had come over Paige to make her so chatty was wearing off.

Everything about this meeting went against Jamie's instincts, sensing some conflict and complexity that he knew he would have put off for days until it went away or got worse. As Paige laid out three glasses of water, he sat nervously on a dining chair, leaving the couch for Paige and their guest, but all the while staring at the door as if trying to think of an excuse to leave.

Paige also seemed less sure of herself now she was here, peering around the small space and realising it looked even worse by daylight. It was a studio flat, with the bed tucked in the corner by a wardrobe, the couch on the opposite side of the room under the windows, facing a kitchen nook by the front door. The only separate room was the small bathroom by the bed. From where she was sitting, she saw dirty dishes stacked up by the sink, clutter everywhere, and the drawn curtain masked any hope of natural light.

Standing decisively, she yanked the curtains open, strips of light piercing the dim room. Paige even opened a few windows and moved some old cans to the garbage. Their two unfinished drinks from the other night were still on the table, so she emptied those too. Her eyes were next drawn to a pile of letters. Even at a glance she could tell these weren't the pleasant kind of mail, with "Past Due" and "Final Reminder" stamped in red on some of the envelopes. Dates were visible through a few of the envelope windows peeking out of the mountain of paper: many of these were months old.

They heard a car pull up and he opened the door moments later to Naomi in a yellow dress and leather sandals. Paige was taken aback, she was gorgeous, with perfect skin and a tight frame, adorned with specs of flawless white from her teeth and painted nails. She was thicker than Paige, in the chest and thighs, and stood taller, but her natural beauty was tempered by an intensity. Her eyes were bloodshot red, her movements a little delayed amid quick breaths, as if she had run over here. She was sleep deprived, certainly, but deprived of something else too. Paige recognised her desperation, coaxing her inside to take a seat, which she did obediently.

"You know what's happening to me?" Naomi asked, almost in a daze, trying to look Paige in the eye as she talked, but her gaze was continually drawn to Jamie, tongue to her lips.

"We think so. The way you are right now, is how I was a few hours ago." Paige offered, perching beside the girl on the couch. "I'm not usually a very sexual person," Paige started, fuelled by her curiosity to find out how much of this situation they shared. "But ever since I hooked up with Jamie the other night, I've been ravenous and I just can't... get there unless it's with him."

"How many times have you...?"

"Oh, uh. We've just done it twice, I can just feel something's missing when I try it without him."

Naomi was pensive, unsure what to say before adding, "I thought it was just sex at first. Like maybe it was such a good fuck after a bunch of shitty hook-ups that it had ruined solo-play, so I text this fuck buddy of mine, and all the shit that would normally rock my world wouldn't even touch the surface." She spoke slowly, her voice lethargic and low. The atmosphere became intense, a strange kinship forming between them at once, eager to share what anyone else might dismiss as crazy. "In fact, it's not even the sex at all. When I went to his house the other day, I couldn't believe it but I just found myself wanting to suck his dick, and when he finished it was like I was cured. I went home and finger fucked my brains out, but after a few hours I lost it again. I'm going out of my mind."

"There are these pills he's taking, we think that might have so-" Paige started, before she was cut off by Naomi.

"I'm really sorry, can I just have a few minutes with him before we..."

"Oh, yeah s-sure." Paige spluttered, bringing her hands to her lap and unsure what to do with herself as Naomi latched Jamie by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. There was little privacy permitted by the closed door so she could hear everything: Jamie's belt unbuckling, Naomi dropping to her knees and slurping it loudly, and every one of their shared moans. Naomi seemed to be getting more out of it, strangely.

Standing and facing away from the door, Paige took the opportunity to peer through the pile of mail, trying not to think about Naomi sucking the cock that had only minutes ago been inside her. Surely it would still taste like her?

This was rude, she knew it was, but the chaos of the pile was driving her crazy. She began sorting them into stacks: general mail, adverts and bill warnings. The latter pile was by far the fullest, but amongst them she found a letter from 'Experim-N' with 'Important Update for Male Contraceptive Trial 131b' printed on the front. That 'N' Logo on the envelope was familiar, it was the same one she had seen on the bottle of pills, notifications on Jamie's phone, and on various other items around the apartment.

Before she could explore further, the two emerged breathless from the bathroom. Naomi's mane of curls was wild, but she was otherwise satiated, a craving in her eyes now abated. She perched on the edge of the unmade bed, a smile plastered across her face as Jamie passed her a drink then slunk onto the empty couch.

"This is from the drug-trial company, right?" Paige asked him, holding up the envelope. "Can I open it?"

He looked surprised at seeing it, as if he hadn't known it was there, but also didn't like the idea of her going through his stuff. Knowing himself well enough to know he would never read it, he nodded. Watching as she ripped it open, she explained to the room that the letter was warning the subjects of the drug trial about incidents of addiction among sexual partners, and warning any impacted individuals to raise the issue on the app.

Throughout the explanation, Naomi had to fight to keep from giggling, an odd sensation coming over her that felt like elation, but began to settle as she drank the water and controlled her breathing.

"You didn't know these pills cause addiction?" Paige asked him.

"No, that wasn't listed anywhere." He explained earnestly. "Besides they don't cause addiction with me, most of the time I have to remind myself to take them."

They remained still, musing on what this meant as Jamie opened the app to find the 'Report Issues' page. There it had a dedicated section for addiction issues which he clicked and showed them the messages that followed. First was the information from the letter repeated and some guidance, suggesting that subjects limit sexual activity with new partners, but maintain regular intercourse with existing addicted partners at least once every 48 hours to avoid withdrawal symptoms. It specified he should remain taking the pills to ensure his semen contained the necessary elements to satiate the addiction. It reminded users that the pills were not safe for female consumption.

The next screen was titled 'Request Antidote', and asked how many people were affected, he answered '2' as they watched over his shoulder. It explained that based on existing cases, cures would take 5-7 days to synthesise using the sperm sample collected from the subject at the start of the trial, to ensure it was customised to his physiology. Naomi pointed at a part above the text towards the top of the screen, where it stated the trial start date was just a few months ago.

"You've been on these for months?! You didn't notice your conquests going batshit earlier?" Naomi chimed in, confident he was the type to sleep around. Naomi was back to herself now, louder and more gesticulative, as if his cum had unlocked her true personality again.

"Nothing like this has ever happened with anyone I was with, and I still see a few of them." He insisted, thinking back to regulars he still saw at the bar. "They do send different packs in the mail every few weeks, maybe they changed it recently?"

"Or maybe the effect builds up slowly over time?" Paige whispered to herself, as Naomi grew more animated and her own exhilaration wore off, she was returning to her shy mannerisms. It felt like sobering up.

"When was the last time you had unprotected sex though? Like with me and Paige."

"Oh, ours wasn't... we used protection." Paige asserted defensively, then realising it may have been a tad accusatory. "The condom broke."

Naomi narrowed her eyes, not questioning Paige's honesty but the level of coincidence she was willing to entertain. What were the odds of a condom breaking? She scanned around the bed spotting the box of condoms in a slot of the bedside table, a familiar logo on the packaging.

"Did the drug-trial company give you those condoms?" She queried sceptically, acknowledging his small nod with one of her own. One might suspect that a less ethical researcher may design contraceptives which react with a certain compound in the semen, causing the condom's integrity to fail. "What do you know about this company?"

"Not much, they pay well." Jamie said with a shrug. "I didn't really have a lot of options, it was sort of this or sell my car. This is my second job, you know."

Paige felt a little guilty now at judging his small hovel of a flat. She had been blessed with a well-off family who supported her as she studied, Jamie probably spent most of his time working. Though at least some of his predicament was self-inflicted, his unfinished studies had only added more debt to his surmounting bills.

Standing between them, Naomi laid out a plan. For the next few days, they would alternate being with Jamie every other night, ensuring they were on contraceptives and favouring oral sex for safety. Setting up a group chat for them all, she insisted Jamie let them know of any updates and that he not sleep with anyone new, which he accepted. Paige would be first up tomorrow, and Jamie agreed to pick her up from college after his shift, the two of them swapping details about the pickup location and timings. Then they left, Naomi offering to drop Paige home, who agreed with a silent nod.

He sat still as they went, watching and trying to convince himself to tell them about Riley but unable to summon the courage.