I never thought I would be sitting through any more of these damn meetings. The first time I witnessed the circus of human misery was during my internship as a social worker in college. Our professor wanted us to know what it was like to be forced by a judge or by drugs and alcohol to sit through these meetings that were meant to help those with such problems. The first thing I ever remembered was the antiseptic smell of every building in which these meetings were held. Usually a church of some kind, sometimes just a public meeting space meant for political rallies, voting and other types of good government bullshit in which so-called normal people participated. It never failed. Outside, shaking hands would light cigarettes for new members with worried looks on their faces. The worried looks were for different reasons. Some were due to the jail sentence hanging over some poor bastard's head if he/she pissed dirty again. Some had worried looks because they’d tried everything under the sun to get sober but couldn’t and now the wife and kids were threatening to leave. As if that would help anything at all. I remember thinking to myself while observing these poor souls that I was glad I was only visiting so I could appease my professor and obtain my degree and hopefully be able to help these poor bastards at some point in the future…

The future:

The buildings were the same. The smell was the same. The shaking hands lighting the cigarettes were the same. The only difference was the reason I was now attending one of these meetings. I walked to the fold out table where the stale doughnuts and shitty coffee were. I grabbed a styrofoam cup of coffee and slapped the side of the coffee can where you were supposed to donate a bit of money so they could continue purchasing said shitty doughnuts and coffee. I slapped the can so the coins would jingle and it would sound as if I’d dropped some change in there. I never did. I just didn’t want these other assholes to know how big of an asshole I was. It almost always worked. I stood there sipping what was quite possibly the worst cup of coffee I’d ever had and scanned the room for a seat far away from the other addicts. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I felt like absolute shit just like most of the other attendees. The difference seemed to be how they got off on telling people about all of the horrid shit they’d done while wasted. Me, I kept my shit to myself. When I was called upon by the ringleader of these meetings I would often make up stories which always seemed easier to me than telling them the truth about my fucked up life. Had I told the truth I don’t think I could bear the faces of the others sitting there slack jawed at my words. I didn’t want their sympathy or their hollow words that meant nothing at all to me. I could lead these fucking groups and had for a while. And yes, I was on drugs while doing so. Fuck it, right? I found my seat away from the rest of the group. When I looked up I saw a beautiful girl with jet black hair, Dr. Marten boots, black and white striped thigh high tights and a mini skirt sitting directly across from me. With any luck at all she would show me a flash or two of her panties. I would take what I could get at this point. I couldn’t help but think of how I made myself sick. It certainly didn’t keep me from sneaking a peek. I mean I was there due to being weak, right? I accidentally made eye contact with the mini skirt girl after she caught me looking just a bit too hard. She made a point of smiling at me as our eyes held each other and she slowly crossed her legs. To my surprise there were no panties. I slowly raised my coffee to my lips and took a long, slow drink while taking in the sights. Stunning. She looked at me hard, nodded her head toward the exit and crossed her legs again. I felt myself growing inch by inch every time I glanced her way. She was absolutely beautiful and unashamed of the gifts the gods had given her. I was pretty thankful to them as well at the moment. I pulled a pill out of my front shirt pocket and let her see me pop it into my mouth. This got me another somewhat longer glance at her glory. I knew what I wanted and I was hoping she wanted the same. It certainly seemed that way. I made sure she was looking at my eyes as I cut them toward the refreshment table. I stood and slowly made my way over to the coffee attempting to hide my ever growing manhood as I saw her getting up to follow. My heart started speeding up as she came closer and closer to me. “I’m Jon,” I said. “Hi Jon, I’m Sarah. Do you have a pill for me?” “Of course,” I said. “Where shall we do this?” I asked. Nobody was to leave the meeting once it was called to order. If you left the premises you risked not getting your sheet signed. If your sheet wasn’t signed, it was as good as not going at all. Though I wasn’t paying attention, the meeting had obviously come to order because one of the braggarts that always tried to shock and awe with his bullshit tales was behind the podium with tears streaming down his face at just the right times. “I wonder how many times he’s rehearsed this speech in the mirror?” Sarah said as I almost spewed coffee from my nose and mouth as she did so. This brought unwanted glances from damn near everyone in the room. Especially the facilitator who pretty much knew neither of us gave a shit for being there. He knew we had to be and that was the only reason. “What do you suggest, Jon?” She asked. “There’s a restroom just around the corner right past that rubber plant there. I believe it’s a ladies room. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.” “Ok,'' she said and walked toward the restroom. I walked back to my seat for a few minutes so it wouldn’t be absolutely obvious what we were attempting to do. I gave it a good show, getting the attention of the facilitator and holding up my coffee cup and shrugging my shoulders as if to say Whoo, this coffee is really running through me. I really didn’t give a fuck that he rolled his eyes at me as if to say Hurry the fuck up and get back here you fucking Junkie, I’m not doing this for my health. I slowly stood, trying to be as respectful and quiet as I could be so as not to disturb the rehearsal guy’s story. I didn’t want to fuck up the tears he’d worked up. I made it to the corner where the plant was, paused and grabbed a pill out of my pocket before entering the restroom. As I opened the door Sarah was bent over the sink with her beautiful ass in the air snorting a rather long line of something before turning to me and kissing me passionately on the lips. While doing so her hands went to my cock and she began rubbing me through my jeans. As we pulled apart for a second I noticed she’d left a line on the mirror from which she was snorting. “For me?” I asked. She stuck out her tongue for me to place the Oxycontin on her tongue. As I did so she said “Of course, dear.” After crunching down on the time release pill she grabbed my hand and placed it up her skirt to her moist, well groomed pussy. I was going to explode. The coke I snorted from her mirror was pretty high grade stuff and made me even more horny. We kissed for a while as I explored every inch of the miracle of her womanhood. She went to her knees and unzipped my jeans, taking my cock from my pants and going down deeply on it once and then giving it small kisses and another deep gulp. I pulled her to her feet and sat her back on the sink while lifting her skirt so I could return the favor. She was so wet she was almost dripping as I explored her pussy with my tongue. She let out a pleasurable moan as I licked and sucked at her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled my face up to hers and gave me a deep kiss telling me she wanted to feel me inside her. She guided my cock to her pussy and I slowly put it into her. She clawed my back and moaned with pleasure as I began to work slowly, going deeper with each stroke and then almost pulling out to tease her. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit driving her mad. She wanted it inside and pulled me hard toward her beautiful body. I felt her body spasm the first time she came. She asked me to hold on a second but I just kept myself buried in her until she could take the movement again. I began moving in and out again and building up to a climax that I hadn’t felt in quite a long time. When she saw that I was going to come she grabbed my cock, dropped back down to her knees and sucked every ounce I had to give her. I almost collapsed on the floor after ejaculating. We were both sweating and panting while smiling at one another. We enjoyed our post-ejaculatory refractory period and then we did another line of coke and began straightening ourselves out and smoothing her hair and my clothes so we would be presentable again as we headed back to the boring meeting. She kissed me on the mouth and whispered “Thank you” in my ear. Her breath on my neck and ear was almost enough to get me going again but I knew there was no time and if we weren’t caught already, we would be if we attempted to go at it again. She left the restroom first to head back to her seat. I took a deep breath, splashed some cold water on my face and got myself together before heading back to mine. Just as I was walking past the facilitator he was leading the end of the meeting prayer that everyone knew verbatim. The meeting was over. I saw Sarah look at me and smile as she got up and headed toward the door. I was eager to follow so I could get her number and hopefully see her again in a better atmosphere. As I walked past the facilitator he said “Jon, may I have a word?” Everything within me said no you motherfucker! But I had to do what he said so of course I stood and listened to him. “Jon, I’ve noticed every time you come to a meeting you’re high. The times you aren’t high you do everything in the world to ignore other people’s shares. I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to sign your sheet anymore and I suggest you find a new group.” I ripped the paper from his hand knowing I was truly fucked but didn’t care. I needed to get Sarah’s number. I ran to the exit and into the parking lot but she was nowhere to be found. I would never see her again. During the six month stretch I was required to finish due to the lack of signatures on my paper, my mind often visited the time Sarah and I were able to share. Sometimes 12 step programs are able to give you something. Even if it’s not what you were expecting…

By Joe S. Thomas

From: United States

Website: http://socialfiit77.wordpress.com

Twitter: antiyouall

Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/joe.thomas.961556