Dancing with Molly - Lena Horowitz Page 0,52

my breasts and then I pushed him off and said, We have plenty of time to fool around after molly gets here.

And you know what? He said the sweetest thing. He said, You’re the only girl I need. I kissed him again on the lips, and then shimmied out of my shorts and into my bikini. As I tucked everything into its proper place up top, Carson just laid on his bed watching me, and when I was all done he said, That’s gonna look so good on my floor later. I laughed, arched an eyebrow, and said, If you’re lucky.

Then he went over to his nightstand and pulled out a little plastic baggie that had four hits of molly in it. They were the same little capsules that we had taken the other night. He glanced at the clock and did some math. He said it was noon now, so we’d probably just take one and save the other two for another time because his mom would be home by six, and Kyle had said this stuff should give us a good four-hour roll and then we could come down for the last hour from four to five. Then he asked, Swallow or snort?

I tapped my nose, and Carson opened up two capsules and crushed out two beautiful smooth lines on his glass desktop. Then he rolled up a twenty-dollar bill and held it out to me. We both snorted our doses, and then we went into the living room, where he plugged in his iPhone and hit a couple buttons. Music flooded through the house and spilled out into the pool area. Carson handed me a bottle of spray-on waterproof sunscreen, then grabbed a couple of waters from the refrigerator under the bar next to his dad’s immense grill.

As soon as we were done with the sunscreen, Carson did a little dive into the deep end of the pool, then swam the length to the shallow end underwater. The sun glinted off his body and he looked like a painting. At the far wall in the shallow end, he did a flip turn like he was an expert swimmer and pushed off the wall, gliding up to the surface in the middle of the pool. He did that thing guys do when they toss their hair as they come up, and the water flinging off his head and sparkling in the sunlight made me feel the first whoosh of the molly. It was like he’d tossed diamonds into the air instead of water droplets, and my eyes wiggled with them as they danced across the blue of the sky.

I felt so sexy, standing there in my bikini—like that night at prom. I walked slowly to the edge, and then, without any warning, I did a cannonball off the side with a big yell. When I surfaced, Carson was laughing . . . and holding my bikini top, which had come off as soon as I hit the water. He grinned and said, You’re missing something. I kissed him on the lips and took it from him, then tossed it over my shoulder onto the side of the pool and said, How nice for you.

Rolling during the day, outside in the bright sunlight, was different than it usually is. Molly makes me want to dance when there’s loud pulsing music and a crowd and a dark dance floor with beautiful lights flashing, but during the day, with Carson, it was a new experience. We floated on the rafts with our bottles of water and smoked a couple cigarettes. We took turns jumping off the side of the pool and feeling the difference on our skin between the hot sun and the cool water. Carson fished a couple of these water cannon tubes out of a bin under the bar. They work like big foam syringes. You suck water into them and then plunge it out. We played with those for at least an hour, lying on rafts watching the trails of light sparkling off the streams of water that he shot into the air. He got really good at doing swirls and curls, and at some point, he kicked off his swim trunks and tossed them onto the side of the pool next to my top. As I write all of this down, I know that it sounds like sort of boring stuff to do, but I can’t exactly explain how absolutely exquisite the molly made each of these