Intravenous Joy

*This is not my story this is my friends story that she wrote and asked me to publish it on this site*


“ Come on Jay, please ! You’re the only one I trust when it comes to this stuff. Please! “

One day off was coming to a close as Taryn begins her weekly “wraparound her finger game with her almost non-existing yet this part of her world revolves solely around best friend, Jay who has what she needs. He holds the key to her imprisoned inhibitions. He is the guard that keeps her alienated a****listic. He loathes and lusts her caged casual encounters. He despises that treacherous transition. It’s a bittersweet thought. He has to guard all of it. Not just the up up and away or the funny freaky fun and last and always least, the dogged down dip. Jay is the guard to all of it.

“ I don’t know, Taryn,” said Jay titfully teasing.

“ God, please Jay! Two days on is starting in four minutes!” she said in a stern tone.

“I know, he giggles. But it only takes me two.”

“Jay!”

“Alright. Alright. But can I pick one?” he asks with a c***dlike inquire.

Hesitantly, she replies, “Ok, ok.”

Jay turns his back to her. He begins to tinker. Her heart begins to beat double time. Her mouth begins to salvate. A gleeful glimmer forms in her bright brown eye. He turns towards her and lifts up. She looks up. At it. He flicks it. Tests it………………………………………….

A quick and quiet calm hovers between the two friends. Taryn exhales low and steady. Her eyes meet Jay’s.

“ Good? “ he asks cooly.

“ Good ? she replies and adds slowly,

Two days on.”