Terri

Terri was blond, mid 40-ish, had fine tits, lived in Biddeford. She was quite a serviceable provider—easy to schedule, always in a good mood, a couple times she managed to get me hard enough to penetrate her fine shaved pink pussy, and she always got me off.  She didn’t like giving blowjobs and was surprised when I mentioned that I’d noticed her reluctance; charmed but put off that I noticed.

I’d been with her probably 3 times when we discussed using cocaine. She indicated she could get it, so I offered to leave cash with her and pick up the drug next time I came to see her. She immediately said, “No,” and explained she couldn’t possibly be trusted to keep it until I arrived to get it. That may have been the last completely honest thing she said to me. Terri was the first provider I smoked with. It only took two hits for her to forget anything sexual existed. She was not fun to hang with high. Her geek was very annoying, but I was so inexperienced, I didn’t know about this geek thing. I didn’t know enough to understand how she was taking me, ‘cause as soon as a puff of crack crossed this floozie’s lips there was no more sex, not even just to look.

To illustrate how much I have changed, the first time I asked her to get me some cocaine, she drove to Portland with me and copped a very respectable ball. She ran over across the street, Steven’s Avenue, and dropped the package into the passenger side window of my car, then went back to Biddeford with her guy friend who made the connection for her, and I drove home. I got back in touch with her a week later, to see if she still wanted to smoke it with me. I hadn’t used more than a couple of flakes of it. I don’t think she believed me when I first told her. We got together, smoked about half of it, hung out for a couple of hours, cooked some in a spoon with seemingly no effect, and she froze me out from even looking at her tits. I eventually went home with the rest of my crack and dry heaved for an hour before I finally went to sleep. Nowadays, that ball would never last through the week. It wouldn’t last one run. That ball is today, defines today, is the only reason there is a today.