Nothing but Darkness (Darkness Series Book 1)

by Maria Ann Green

  Fuck, what a tease.

  I don’t stop watching, though.

  Her dexterous fingers work up the creamy thigh unencumbered by pants or tights. Lucky the stranger has only boots beneath her skirt. Amelia’s hands move from the outer side of the woman’s thigh toward the inner portion as she moves continuously upward.

  In the next second her hand has disappeared up the skirt and the stranger’s head is back against Mel’s ample chest.

  I can’t wait any longer. I stand up and let go of fantasies of fucking back in the isolated booth. I have new ideas now. I walk up to the willing woman, wink at Amelia’s smile, and lean into the other woman’s ear. I can smell the drinks she’s already had. This is a sure bet.

  “Do you two want to come to my place?”

  She barely opens her eyes before nodding. Amelia voices for them both, “Give us a second.” She spins the stranger to face her, leaving one hand up her skirt, and hopefully buried deep between wet pussy lips. She uses her other hand to pull the woman’s face toward hers and in a second two tongues intertwine before me.

  “Now.” I’m going to be involved.

  I pull Mel by the elbow and lead all three of us outside. A few taxis are waiting, and I snag one to take us the few blocks to my house.

  Eva follows the taxi and parks across the street once again.

  I intentionally leave the curtains open so she can enjoy the show.

  ****

  I can’t keep track of whose mouth is where, and I’ve never been so lost in an experience. There are constant moans, so many noises of pleasure. I’m never unattended. There’s plenty to do, and even more to watch.

  Amelia is as enthusiastic as I am, and it’s so fucking hot.

  “Fuck me harder.”

  I learned in the cab the stranger’s name is Liz. She’s a brunette. Young and horny. I didn’t need to know much else. She told me her name with one hand wrapped tightly around my hard dick and the other rubbing Mel’s clit. Now she’s begging for my cock to be deeper inside of her.

  I strive to appease her request.

  Amelia never gets jealous, which is a bit of a shock, and I can’t get enough. I refrain from coming for over an hour. Watching her buried in Liz’s cunt is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. She even lets me in the back door while she’s face-first eating pussy.

  I think I may have died and gone to heaven.

  I use a day of PTO at work on Wednesday. After a cab took Liz and Amelia home hours later, I couldn’t sleep. I was way too worked up, and I decided to reward myself from a night well done. Besides, it’s been about six months since I’ve taken a day off that wasn’t already a freebie holiday.

  Amelia hit me with a new development while Liz was freshening up in the bathroom just before the two left.

  She lost the frisky look and took on a more serious one to tell me, “I just wanted to let you know I decided to leave Jason before the baby’s born.” She paused then to let it sink in. She may have been waiting for a response, I don’t know; I was a little dazed thinking about Jason’s response to the inevitable news. When she didn’t get one, she continued. “I want to give him time to adjust to everything before the addition of another baby. I don’t know when yet, but I just thought you’d want to know.” Again I had no response, but I didn’t need one because Liz returned to the room and the two women left together from my house.

  I looked outside as their cab left and caught Eva’s murderous glare. I smiled in return.

  I waved to her even though I shouldn’t have egged her on, I know, I just couldn’t help it. Hope you enjoyed the show, bitch, was all I could think. I had the urge to write it on a piece of paper and hold it up for her to read. It felt like too much acknowledgment.

  I shouldn’t even have waved. In retrospect, it wasn’t the best way to ignore the bully, but what’s done is done.

  ****

  With my day off, I move slowly. And after finally getting out of bed I think about Eva, hoping she was revolted by last night and left. I check outside; she didn’t. Doesn’t she need a bathroom, a shower, food? I bet the car is getting disgusting.

  But the idea of her stewing in her own filth is somewhat satisfying.

  Knowing Eva’ll be close behind tonight, no matter where we go, I text Bee to let her in on what’s in store. I’d so hoped the cunt would be gone by now, and since she isn’t I have to fess up. I’d rather tell Bee in person, but she needs to be warned. I want to give her the opportunity to change her mind or our plans if needed.

  I shake my head at what I’m forced to type by the manipulative, crazy lady outside. Just so you know I have a legitimate stalker right now. I’m not kidding. She’ll probably follow us on our date. I won’t blame you if you want to back out, but I hope you don’t.

  I shouldn’t have added the last part, but I did anyway. Call me selfish.

  Thankfully Bee responds in her typical fashion. Don’t worry, I’ll protect us both. My place at 6. Should I set a plate for the stalker too? We’re still on. I stop myself from doing some sort of weird happy dance and just tell her two settings is enough.

  I can’t believe I’m losing my mind over a chick. One I haven’t even fucked, or killed.

  ****

  On Bee’s doorstep, I have a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers in hand. I couldn’t feel cheesier, but I was happy buying them, and even Eva couldn’t dampen my mood as she tagged behind each stop along the way.

  After I knock, Bee answers quickly as if she’d been waiting behind the door ready for me, and as I look her up and down I swear she looks thinner. She is thinner. She’s been working her ass off to lose weight, literally.

  She looks amazing. Though all I’d seen of her when we first met was the extra pounds, now they seem to be melting away (both figuratively and actually) as I get to know her. Her figure not only seems smaller, it’s more proportionate and curves in every spot I love. She has an hourglass shape that’s getting more defined, and I never noticed before how great her tits are.

  No sense in trying to play it cool anymore. It’s time to be as honest as I can. I hate to admit it even to myself, but I’m starting to fall for this mysteriously charming woman. “You look beautiful.” My voice comes out in more of an exhale than a substantial statement.

  “Well, well. You’re pretty handsome yourself.” I glance down at my outfit and feel a bit homely compared to her. Maybe I should’ve dressed nicer. Her tight black dress is hugging her perfectly, and it dips lower than anything else she’s worn before, showing off a wonderful amount of cleavage. “Well, get inside, dummy. You’re letting all the hot air out.” She chuckles, waving her arm frantically, begging me to come in.

  I trip over myself to get inside and collide into her warm body. For a second I let my frame press against hers before I take a step back.

  “Sorry, sorry.”

  Who the fuck am I around her?

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to cop a feel. Then again, your hands are full…” Instead of denying it, I wink at her. Some of my suave demeanor is rekindled. I refuse to be a slobbering idiot.

  “Oh, yeah. These are for you.” I thrust both the flowers and the wine at her unceremoniously, but she seems ecstatic nonetheless.

  “Thank you. They’re beautiful. I’ll put them in water. Want a glass of the wine? It should go well with dinner.” She walks to the kitchen and I follow behind, watching her ass sway gracefully just above the hem of her dress.

  “Perfect.” She thinks I meant the wine and dinner combination. I’ll let her think that.

  It’s taking a lot of effort not to reach out to grab a handful of that gorgeous ass in front of me. Then she turns around, and I’m not sure if she caught me staring, so I quickly start on a new subject.

  “So what’s the plan tonight? You look so great; where are we going?”

  “I was thinking we could watch a movie here. Is that okay?” I can’t remember, though I don’t think she’s asked if any a
ctivity was okay before. Either she’s let me plan or she’s just told me what’s going to happen. This is a sway of the tide, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s significant.

  Or I could be reading way too much into every little detail. It’s probably that.

  “Sounds great.” And it actually does. Weird.

  “Well, I was thinking we could go to dinner and a movie. At a restaurant and the theater.” She waves her free hand, the one not filling the vase she’s grabbed, toward the kitchen windows. “But since you’re popular enough to have a stalker, I thought it may be more fun to just stay in.”

  “I couldn’t agree more. And I’m so sorry about her. I’d have understood if you’d wanted to cancel. She’s fucking crazy.”

  I tell her about how Eva left work and how she melted down in front of everyone. Bee laughs in the right spots and gasps with excitement, making me feel like an incredible storyteller. She has a knack for listening. She’s more attentive, observant too, than anyone else I know. During my descriptions of Eva, a glint reflects in her eyes. It looks like she’d like to beat her ass.

  “I wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of something I want.” The fire I’ve seen in her before flares up, and then comes right back down. There is something deep down she hasn’t shown me yet, and I still want to know more. She pauses, and I raise an eyebrow. She wants me. But after a thought she adds, “Our date, I mean.”

  Okay, she wants me and my company.

  “Right.”

  I don’t argue. I want her, too.

  We make our way to the living room where we eat another amazing dinner. I can’t believe she’s losing weight if she can eat like this for every meal. I may gain a few pounds if she keeps feeding me.

  Eventually we finish, I clean the plates, and Bee picks a movie.

  “Mind if I turn off the lights? Movies are always better in the dark.”

  “A lot’s better in the dark.” She pauses and speeds up as if to correct herself. “But don’t get any ideas, Shep.” The nickname rolls around my ears as if it’s been covered in honey, and I want to hear her say my name, any form of my name, a lot more.

  “Scout’s honor.” Only the gesture I make with my hand is nothing any Scout would’ve made.

  Bee throws a pillow at me in response as the movie starts. I plop next to her, and put my arm around her shoulders as the opening credits roll, though I resist every urge to do anything more. I have no idea why, but I want to do this right with her.

  For some reason, this one matters.

  Bee curls her feet up under herself and fidgets under a throw blanket. I can tell she’s itching for something, but I’m not sure what. I know she’ll get it out eventually, whatever it is, so I just let her work it out without prodding.

  The movie is boring, and I’m not sure what’s happened by the time it ends. The camera moves out as the music swells, and a couple kisses. Typical chick movie. Hopefully she liked it, at least. But when I look to Bee, she isn’t watching the screen. She’s looking down at her hands in her lap, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.

  I reach for her chin and pull it toward me until she looks into my eyes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

  “I know it’s only our third date, second if you don’t count the first….”

  I interrupt her only once; after this, I plan to let her speak. “I do count it.”

  “Okay, so I know it’s our third date, which is early, but I feel something I haven’t before with anyone else. There’s something pulling us together. I don’t know if you feel it too, or if you’ll just think I’m crazy after this. I think we could have something pretty great if we give it a shot. I know you’re a lifelong bachelor, and I’m a little quirky.” She laughs for a second before continuing. “Okay, I’m a lot quirky. And I’m not the prettiest belle of the ball, though I know I’m a pretty good catch. And so are you. So…god, I’m rambling…I was just thinking, and I want you to be honest, so say no if you don’t feel the same. I was just thinking I’d like to be exclusive if we continue dating. I’d like to give this a real chance and be in a real grown-up relationship. Though, that’s new to me too. Anyway. What do you think?” I blink once. Then twice. I’m blown away, except not for the reasons I should be.

  I’m shocked, because until she blabbered all that out I had no idea I’d wanted similar; then as she finished, I realized I’d like nothing more than what she just offered to me. I have no idea when something inside of me changed, but it did, and I want to be someone’s boyfriend. Even thinking the word, it’s the first time I haven’t flinched away from it. I may not want the house with a picket fence or noisy little brats running around, but I do want this woman to be mine.

  Holy fuck.

  And she’s right. There is something pulling us together. Some invisible, red cord connects us, and I’m not sure why yet, but I’ll figure it out. I don’t feel bad for what I do in my spare time when I’m with her. It’s a secret, yet she makes me feel like the two parts of me can both survive without annihilating each other. She makes it feel possible, that both parts are necessary. She makes me happy just to be me.

  Holy fucking fuck.

  “Okay, forget I said all that. Never mind.” She takes my silence as hesitation, and moves away infinitesimally, signaling her hurt feelings.

  I blurt out the first corny thing that comes to mind. “Bee, will you go steady with me?” And though it sounds ludicrous coming from me, I’m dead serious. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  “Are you making fun of me? She squints her eyes, pursing her lips in her most dubious look.

  “Not in the slightest. I completely agree with everything you said. I just didn’t know I wanted it until I heard you say it. But I’m serious. If you still want everything you just said, so do I.”

  She squeals in response, flinging her arms around my neck. As she pulls back, I know she’s going to kiss me, and once she starts I won’t be able to stop, but there’s something nagging at my conscience I have to come clean about first.

  “Wait.”

  Her face falls. “Shit. What? Changed your mind already? That was fast.” She tugs at her dress uncomfortably, trying to hide it with her joke.

  “Absolutely not. I just want to start out our relationship with full honesty.”

  Well as full as I can get, at least. Excluding admittance of committed crimes.

  Now she switches from looking uncomfortable to looking scared, or maybe fearfully annoyed.

  “What is it?”

  “If you change your mind, I’ll understand and walk away respectfully. I just ask you keep this between us.” Her nervousness, already apparent across her face, kicks up a notch.

  She doesn’t answer aloud. She just nods for me to continue.

  It’s incredibly hard, but I confess my affair with Amelia to Bee. She looks a little sad, though she never once looks like she’s going to turn tail and run. She even holds my hand the entire time. After I finish, it’s her turn to think before speaking.

  “I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore.”

  When she still doesn’t answer, my face falls despite my efforts. I’m overrun with disappointment, new to me, and I start to get up to leave. I should’ve seen this one coming. I knew this was all too good to be true. I was never meant to be with anyone except those about to donate to me.

  “You two are done?”

  I turn around to answer.

  “Yeah.” She may not know it yet, but yes, I’ll break it off with Mel.

  “Then I’m still in.”

  “Really?” I try to hold back the enthusiasm in my voice. I’ve officially become a teenage girl. I take back all the pessimism from a second ago.

  “Yes, stupid. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

  Bee smiles the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen. I could swear she’s glowing.

  I lunge at her and tangle my fingers into her long hair. She may not be up for a kinky threesome, and she may never know my dirtiest secrets, but s
omething about this girl has me on a hook.

  Before I know it, she’s on top of me and we’ve fallen to the floor.

  “We don’t need to. I can wait.” What the fuck am I saying? My dick is begging to know her better, deeper. I don’t fucking want to wait. But my brain has taken over, despite my dick’s protests, and the words just fall out.

  “Fuck waiting.”

  Her response is priceless, and our clothes come off. She’s definitely the girl for me.

  It’s nearly the weekend again, and once more I’m surprised by how much I look forward to them. Even with a free day in the middle this week, Friday looks so good from where I stand. Yet something is nagging at me despite my happy anticipation. I want to pair the high I’m feeling from my budding and legitimate relationship with Bee to the adrenaline rush of a new kill, but Eva is making it impossible.

  I’ve had the best idea ever. I want to collect a donation, give it to Bee, and swim in excitement every time she wears it. It would mesh my two worlds, my two personalities, together so vividly. I’d never have to come down. It’s the most intoxicating thought I’ve ever had. And I can’t do shit about it. Eva’s still following me, and it’s starting to get under my skin. I mean, I know I’ve hated her for a while, but this is just pushing me further over the edge.

  I know I have other things to deal with today anyway, so I set the idea of another playmate to the side until after I deal with the other matter. I need to break it off with Amelia. We’ve only been together twice, but I’m serious about giving this thing with Bee a shot, so I need to be clear with Mel that our torrid, short-lived affair ends now. It was fun, but we both knew it wouldn’t last forever.

  I know I need to do it, I want to do it, I just have no idea how.

  I can’t send her an email or a text. I have such little desire to do it in person, but I know I should. Everything else is just so impersonal. And what we did was personal enough to warrant a face-to-face conversation.

  That doesn’t have to make me excited about it, though.

  I pull up my email and compose a quick note first.