"I want you." Caja breathed deeply as the blonde's hands moved slowly, painfully slow, down her chest. She felt her back press against the wall and whimpered as Lily slid her hands down the front of her jeans, brushing her hand against the outside of her panties. Her loud moan was overshadowed by the pulsating music that played just above them. They were in Lily's parent's basement.

"Stop," Caja barely managed to say just as Lily's hands slipped into her panties. She felt Lily go still, but they stayed in their current position, with Lily's hand in her pants and her back pressed against the wall. Both girls were half-naked. She told herself this what she had wanted, but she knew it wasn't. Not one hundred percent anyway, though Lily was sexy, but she was also Caja's ex-girlfriend's best friend.

"Maybe one of those will make it better," Lily whispered, gesturing with her free hand to the little white pills on her bed. She moved her hands, not without teasing Caja slightly first, and Caja moved towards the bed, taking a few of the pills in her hands. She had given up on drugs, but what harm could it do? It was just one night and she wanted to have fun, needed to have fun. What better way to have fun than pills and sex?

She popped the pills without another thought and grabbed Lily by the arm, pulling her onto the bed. She lowered herself on top of the blonde and began to tease her. Everything she felt was amplified. Everything she heard was louder. She let herself drown in the ecstasy of Lily's touch and their moans and screams drowned out her thoughts until all she felt was a woman's touch and nothing more.

Caja awoke in a sweat, her heart beating so quickly it hurt. She could not move, could hardly breathe. Whether that was from the dream (not so much a dream as a reality) or the hard drugs she had done the night before, she was not sure. Possibly both.

She had dreams of different girls she had been with every night since she and her ex had broken up six months ago and she had started up on drugs again… and she had been with many girls.

She always woke in a sweat, though she was unsure why. She was comfortable with her sexuality. The world knew she was a lesbian and she didn't give a fuck.

She knew she should clean up her act, but her ex had screwed her over and now she was unsure of how to get back to where she had been. She sighed and pulled the covers over her body, curling into a fetal position.

Maybe she would think of getting some help tomorrow once she had slept the day away.

She doubted it.