House of Goths

by Maria Bernard

  “Right then, out with it,” Crispin demanded, sitting with Kell in the garage. “Go on. What did you do?”

  “I fucked up,” Kell groaned with his head in his hands.

  “That much I can tell,” Crispin snickered. “Oh, come on, Kell, what could be so bad? Did you snap her half?” He pretty much guessed that something had gone terribly wrong between the time he left the kitchen and Kell joining him in the living room. “Kell, am I going to have to kick your ass?”

  Before he could stop himself, Kelley confessed the whole sordid incident. After a few moments of silence, and being on the receiving end of Crispin’s scowl, he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Well, say something!” he shouted when Crispin didn’t respond.

  “Seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?” Crispin said aghast. “Lord, she would have been better off with me. At least, I would have waited until she wasn’t drunk.”

  “Shut the fuck up, man. I feel awful as it is.”

  “And so you should!” Crispin scoffed, glaring at Kelley.

  “What am I going to tell her?” Kell said.

  “Nothing! You tell her nothing. Hopefully, she won’t even remember,” Crispin said, shaking his head, disgusted.

  “The worst part is…”

  “It gets worse?” Crispin balked. “The girl gets drunk for the first time in her life, you take advantage of her, rob her of her virginity like an animal, and it still gets worse?” he gasped incredulously.

  “Ah, man, I had this whole romantic weekend getaway planned. I was going to do everything right.”

  “Well, fuck… forgive me if I don’t give a shit what you had planned! Just you fix this or I will.”

  “What the hell does that even mean?” Kell frowned.

  “It means, I’ll take her for myself! I’ll give her a night she won’t ever forget, an experience she deserves! Not just a cheap thrill up on the kitchen counter, for Pete’s sake!”

  “You stay away from Becky!” Kell shouted, lunging at Crispin.

  “Fuck you, too,” Crispin hissed, quickly dodging Kell’s half-hearted attack. “Pathetic.” Shaking his head, Crispin left the garage without another word.

  Chapter 43

  “Your friends seem upset,” Heather said, sitting down on the edge of Dorian’s bed. “Is it because of me?”

  “Of course not,” Dorian said, sitting down next to her, running his large hands up and down his leather clad thighs in an effort to keep from grabbing her. “That’s just the way they are.” He toyed with his wristband.

  The energy between them was electric and he was having a hard time thinking straight. All the signals were there, her slightly parted lips, the rosiness in her pale cheeks, the subtle dilation of her pupils. Everything was moving along very quickly and he had no problem with that at all, yet he hesitated for some reason.

  It’s not often a girl like Heather asks to see his room. Why was she still here, he wondered? He half expected her to demand to be taken home after their run-in with his less than friendly housemates, but instead, she’d asked if she could see his room. His heart had practically jumped for joy.

  Heather couldn’t believe she’d gotten up the nerve to come with him to his house, let alone his room. This went against all the rules. She knew better than to allow herself to be alone with a strange college guy in a frat house. He’d referred to it as the House of Goths. That alone should have scared her off, yet she couldn’t help but be inexplicably drawn to him.

  He was different. So different from the guys she usually dated. That alone gave her hope. That and his kind eyes.

  Those others all just wanted her for her body and bragging rights. None of them ever took the time to get to know her. She knew if she let if happen, one day, she would wake up next to one of those guys and regret giving up her virginity to someone who saw her as a trophy and didn’t care about her.

  At least, with Dorian, she felt that it wouldn’t matter so much. It would be her choice and she would feel empowered by that fact when the deed was done. In the morning, they would both part on equal grounds. They most likely wouldn’t see each other again. Their worlds would never have reason to collide. Even if he did brag amongst his friends, she would probably never hear of it. She hoped he wouldn’t, though. At some level, she believed he was the type who didn’t need to brag. But what did she know?

  What she hadn’t counted on, though, was the way her heart was beating at the sight of his handsome face, piercings and all. He was covered in tattoos. She could see a couple creeping up his neck through his collar. She loved the way his floppy mohawk, hung over his steely blue eyes. He was scary all right but in a very good way.

  She could tell that he was a bit nervous from the way he was fiddling with his funky watch band. She didn’t want him to be nervous, though. She wanted him to be the flirty, cocksure guy who had approached her that afternoon at the end of her shift.

  Before she realized what she was doing, she reached for his hand. He immediately froze, and met her gaze, his blue eyes igniting with desire. They stared at each other for an unmarked amount of time before he bent his head and leaned in for a kiss. His lips were firm yet gentle and full of promise. He laced a hand around the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, slipping his clever tongue into her mouth. No longer was he nervous, or shy. Thank goodness for that, because she was nervous enough for the both of them.

  Dorian went in for the kill. If she wanted this, then who was he to question it? Easily overtaking her since she offered no resistance, he pressed her down on the bed, trapping her beneath his weight. Her arms automatically reached around his trim waist. They both sighed when their bodies lined up in the most perfect way.

  Wanting to be sure of her intentions, Dorian drew back for a moment and gazed into her desire filled face. He silently asked permission with his eyes and when she smiled shyly and nodded, biting her bottom lip, he abandoned any and all hesitation. They didn’t need words apparently, and that was perfectly okay with him.

  Responding instinctively to the heavenly friction of his hard body moving ever so deliciously against hers, Heather closed her eyes and prepared to enjoy the ride. His hands were all over her and so were his ever hungry lips. The man was all corded muscle underneath his shirt. She sighed at the very sight of him as he mercilessly tore it off. He was covered in an array of tattoos which she promised herself that she would take a closer look at another time. He had a six-pack she’d only ever seen in magazines yet never expected to see in real life, yet here he was.

  He was long and lean in all the right places. His shoulders were broad, his biceps well-defined and hard as she ran her hands over his body, exploring his every hill and valley.

  “Like what you see, huh?” he said with a devilish smile.

  She eagerly nodded and smiled all the more. This was perfect. He was perfect. She’d made the right choice. She would never forget him, her first, that was for sure. Even if one night was all they ever shared, it would be worth it. He was the one. He was her present to herself. She wouldn’t ever feel cheated, knowing her first time was with this particular guy.

  Dorian covered her with hungry kisses from her sultry lips to her cheeks. He kissed each lovely eyelid before sliding his lips towards her ear. He traced his tongue along her sensitive skin there before sucking her lobe into his mouth. Immediately, he felt her body rise against his and he couldn’t help but smile.

  There were two types of women according to his experience. The first type were aggressive in bed and he quite enjoyed that. The second type were shy and passive and he equally enjoyed that. Heather, he quickly surmised, fell into the latter category and that was perfectly all right with him. In fact, he was rather in the mood to take charge tonight, especially with this particular little lady, whom he’d been secretly admiring from afar.

  “Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”

  How did he know to say that? Heather sti
fled a little sob and nodded as she held him close. He must know. But how? They’d just met… She was surprised yet comforted by his thoughtful words.

  He quickly rolled up her sweater and swiftly pulled it over her head. He leaned back to gaze at her and he smiled his approval of her perky pale breasts through the white lace of her bra. Running his nose along the shear material, he eagerly tasted her with his tongue. He then leaned up on his elbow and ran his hand down over her belly towards the waist of her pants. Covering her breast with his lips, he deftly undid the button and zipper of her jeans and slid his hands down between her slightly parted legs.

  Heather felt her nervousness surface as his fingers got closer and closer to that never before explored part of her body. She shuddered at the tiny shockwaves that jolted through her as he lightly traced his fingers over her panties. She gripped tightly to his bicep as he then delved under the dampened material and dipped a long slender finger into her moisture slick passage.

  “Oh, yes, so wet and we’ve only just gotten started,” he moaned, cupping the heel of his hand over her mound.

  “Dorian…” she gasped, suddenly overwhelmed with nervous emotion, coupled with fear of the unknown.

  “You’re all right, no worries…” he said, plying her with reassuring kisses as he delved further into her depths.

  After a few more moments, he removed his hand and searched her eyes in the dimly lit room once again. “You want me to continue?”

  She held her breath for a moment before eagerly nodding.

  “Say it,” he asked, wanting to be sure. “Say it out loud.”

  “Yes, please…”

  “Oh, yes, please,” he repeated with an eager smile. He then undressed her before removing the last of his own clothes. He looked at her and let out a quiet whistle of appreciation at the sight of her beauty. “So beautiful… How’d I get so lucky?” he said as he reached for the condom he had stealthy retrieved from his pocket.

  He then settled himself between her thighs and lined his impressive length against her slippery opening. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as he slowly nudged his way inside her.

  Heather braced herself and dug her fingers into his shoulders, wincing at the unexpected resistance of her body to his invasion of it.

  “Need a little encouragement?” he whispered playfully. “Help is on its way.” Slipping his hand between them, Dorian circled her clitoris until he felt ample moisture pooling around his fingers. He then took his shaft and directed back into her passage. He pushed forward while continuously kissing her until he was fully engaged in her.

  Heather gave a little cry at the sharp pain as he stretched her. Recognizing the sound for what it was, he halted immediately and leaned up on both elbows, furrowing his brow at her. “What the fuck?” he gasped, coming to the realization of what had just transpired. “Heather?”

  She could only nod and smile apologetically at him. “Don’t stop, Dorian, please.”

  “Sweetheart…” While he was torn, he could not deny her. He slowly began to move, unable to keep his own desires at bay any longer. He lowered his head, covered her mouth with his kiss, drowning out her cries as he took her. Knowing the situation for what it was, Dorian held her close, trying to be as gentle as possible. She was so perfect, though, and he was having a hard time holding back. “You’re not going to come right now are you?” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “No, not the first time. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” With that, he lost his resolve along with his self-control as he steadily ramped up his thrusts. It didn’t take long before he came into her, losing himself in her perfect little body.

  After allowing himself a moment to come down from his high, Dorian turned his full attention to Heather. He carefully disengaged his body from hers, removed and discarded the condom into the trash bin. He then laid down beside her, facing her.

  “You should have told me,” he said, tracing his fingers along the side of her face. Embarrassed, Heather nodded solemnly and leaned into his touch. “I wouldn’t have rushed…”

  She cut him off with a trembly kiss. “You were perfect,” she whispered, gazing into his dark blue eyes.

  “Why me?” he asked, confused. Had she planned this? She couldn’t have predicted that he would have approached her that evening, yet she hadn’t hesitated when he did.

  They’d been stealing glances at each other often enough, but he hadn’t taken it too seriously at first. Girls like Heather, with her cheerleader good looks, were often curious about him, but they would never actually consider dating someone like him. Even so, he’d made sure to volunteer to do the grocery shopping ever since spotting her at the Christmas tree stand. He’d even made extra trips and lingered by the store entrance, but he didn’t think she’d actually ever go out with him.

  When she’d said yes to coming over to his place, he would never have imagined that she’d ask to see his room, let alone, willingly give herself up to him. Unless… she was just looking for a freaky thrill. But to give up her virginity to him, well, that kind of didn’t make any sense.

  “I like you, Dorian,” she said, exhaling. “I wanted this.”

  “You don’t even know me,” he said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “I had a good feeling about you,” she confessed. “I wanted my first time to be with someone of my choosing. And I chose you.”

  Dorian couldn’t help but smile at her explanation. “I just wish you could have given me a little warning, sweetheart.” He kissed her passionately on the lips before resting his forehead against hers.

  “You were perfect…” she insisted.

  “No, you were perfect,” he said, cupping the back of her head with his hand. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

  “You don’t have to…”

  “Nonsense,” he interrupted. “You haven’t even come. I owe you an orgasm or two.”

  Heather’s cheeks flushed at his words. She thought she would want to get up and leave the moment the deed was done, but suddenly the thought of leaving this guy or his bed was the last thing she wanted. Why not let him try and please her? She couldn’t think of one good reason other than the fact that it might make it harder to walk away from him in the morning.

  “Okay…” She smiled as he covered her in kisses.

  Chapter 44

  Becky woke up feeling positively wonderful, despite a slight headache from having too much wine. She couldn’t help but smile at the memory of how Kelley had made her feel last night. Sitting up, she realized that she was in his bed yet he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was up making coffee!

  Christmas was only a few days away, falling on Wednesday this year. That meant two whole weeks of nothing but hanging around the house in jammies!

  Getting up and creeping to her room, she slipped on a comfy pair of pants and made her way to the bathroom. As she relieved herself, she felt a slight sting in her private parts. She smiled despite it all, recalling the reason for it. Ever since becoming sexually active with Kelley, she’d noticed certain things about her body, certain changes. A little soreness now and then was to be expected, she realized. After all, Kelley was a lot bigger than her and his fingers were quite large.

  When she wiped herself, she noticed a tinge of redness. It took her a moment to realize what that meant. It couldn’t be her period since she’d just finished up last week. She couldn’t help but smile. He’d been so worried about hurting her, yet she didn’t recall anything but pleasure last night. He’d put his fingers in her before, but last night, on the kitchen counter, he must have gone deeper. She smiled wider at the memory. The man was a master with his hands. If anything, she was excited at the prospect of what came next. He should have no reason to be hesitant now! Overjoyed, she washed up and left the bathroom.

  She paused just outside Dorian’s door when she heard giggling and whispers from within his room. Aww… good for you. Becky smiled to herself as she went downstairs.

  She passed t
he front room first, seeing Crispin in there, fussing over his latest painting. “Good morning,” she said, sneaking up behind him and giving him a friendly hug. He’d been so sad lately, still heartbroken over Gracie.

  “Aw… Becky,” he said, wrapping his arm back around her. “Sweet little dormouse, how are you feeling?” Truth was, he’d been feeling awful for any part he’d taken in her unfortunate deflowering. If hadn’t been so eager to get her drunk, none of it would have happened.

  “Just a little achy,” she lamented, resting her head on his back.

  “I’ll kill him, I swear,” he groaned guiltily.

  “Kill who?” She chuckled, confused. “The winemaker? Seriously, it’s not all that bad. Just a little headache. It’s to be expected, isn’t it?”

  “Headache? Oh, yes, of course,” he said with a sigh. “Too much wine will do that.” He turned and held her away from him, studying her. “Forgive me?”

  “Crispin, don’t be silly. I told you I wanted to get drunk. Isn’t that what college life is all about? Getting drunk with your friends and having a good time.”

  “I suppose…” he said, realizing that she was obviously none the worse for wear. Perhaps he’d been worried about nothing. She was all smiles, that’s what mattered in the end. “Come, let’s get us some breakfast.”

  Entering the kitchen first, Crispin noticed Kelley standing by the window, staring forlornly into the backyard. The poor stupid bastard was obviously filled with remorse for what he’d done. Giving him a friendly slap on the back, Crispin helped himself to coffee.

  “Good morning, Kelley,” she chirped, giving the broody Goth a warm hug. “Don’t you guys ever dress down?” Becky quipped, glancing back and forth between the two glorious Goths, Crispin in his Victorian-inspired finest and Kelley in his Militia style fitted shirt and trousers. She didn’t even bother suppressing her snicker when Keegan showed up already decked out in his black upon black outfit, only today he had on a black Santa hat.