by John Foltin
I orgasm instantly. I’d never had sex, but this felt better than anything I’d ever felt before. I could feel her tongue glide up one side and down the other. Suddenly, I freaked. Something squirted into her mouth. She treated it like no big deal.
I took it out, grinning from ear to ear.
“Tiffany, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.”
“Me too, Jeff. I’ve never met anyone like you. I think I love you.”
“I think I love you, too.”
Just then, I woke up, with a tight grip on my unit and a smile on my face. I knew this was too good to be true.
HITCHHIKER’S NIGHTMARE
Ever had a day so bad that the least little thing would send you over the edge? Well, Jeff did.
Today was a really bad day for me. I lost a major account at work which might have cost me a partnership. I got a speeding ticket trying to get there on time. My refrigerator broke down. My girlfriend told me she cheated on me with a younger man.
At least it was Friday. I was going to spend the weekend at my cabin in the country. This way, I could put all my bad thoughts behind me. Away from the rest of the world.
Of course, it was pouring rain. My bags were packed and ready to go. It took me an hour to get to my cabin. I was leaving before it got dark.
I was driving along, listening to a little Kenny G. Suddenly, I came to a screeching halt.
There was a soaking wet woman in the middle of the road. Brunette. About 5' 7". Mid 20's. Very pretty. I pulled off to the side and rolled down my window.
“Thanks for stopping. My car broke down. Can you give me a ride to the next town so I can get a tow?”
“Sure. No problem. Hop in.”
She did, and we were off.
“Hi. My name’s Sarah.”
“Jeff.” Suddenly something in me snapped. My ex-girlfriend’s name was Sarah. My ex-girlfriend was a brunette. Her voice sounded very similar.
“So, where you going?”
“To my cabin in the woods for the weekend.”
“Oh. Sounds relaxing.”
The rest of the trip we talked. Only one thought was on my mind: revenge. Revenge against my Sarah.
We turned onto a dirt road that leads to my cabin. She got a puzzled look on her face.
“Where are we going?”
“I figured you could call for a tow from my cabin.”
“Okay. That’ll work.”
Of course, I had other intentions. We got out and headed for the cabin. It was still raining. I unlocked the door.
“Go on in.”
After we were in, I locked the door. She picked up the phone. I took the phone from her hand and slammed it down.
“What are you doing?”
I smacked her across the face hard, knocking her unconscious. Just what I’d like to do to the other Sarah.
When she came to, she was tied to a bed which was propped up vertically against the wall. Her hands were tied to her sides. Her legs were spread apart. She started screaming.
“Help! Help!”
“Scream all you want. No one can hear you out here.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
I had a crazed look in my eyes. I started to kiss softly around her face, from cheek to cheek. She started to cry. I ran my finger across her lips. She tried to bite me, but missed.
Now, I got out a pair of scissors. As I approached her, she knew what I was going to do and cried harder and screamed louder. I cut the buttons off her blouse one at a time, slowly. I cut up the sleeves to remove the blouse. She was wearing a white lace see-through bra.
I proceeded to her jeans. I started on the outside of her right leg and slowly started upward. As I reached the top, I struggled to get through. That’s when I noticed she was wearing a belt. I unbuckled it and removed it. I moved to the left leg. Slowly, I sheared the denim. I finally got through and removed the garment.
She was wearing white lace French panties. Her legs were incredible. She continued to cry. Her voice was quieter from all the screaming.
I then planted one square on the lips, hard and long. She resisted me. I took the scissors and cut her bra straps. I cut the middle of the bra. I pulled back each side. Her pale white breasts were so beautiful.
I proceeded to what’s left: the panties. I started cutting the right side, then the left. I pulled from the front. Her sprout was beautifully shaven. She was now buck naked.
I started from her face and tenderly kissed down her neck, her side, her hips, and outside her right leg. I started up the inside of her leg. The closer I got to the top, the less scared she got and the more excited she got.
I skipped the happy spot, teasing her. I started down the inside of the left leg. I started up the outside of the leg, her hips, her waist.
As I reached her breasts, I gently licked around each nipple. She got more turned on. I then kissed her cleavage. Finally, I worked my way back to her face. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Now, she didn’t bite me.
I’d given her enough fun. Now it was my turn. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down. I was already at attention. I pulled down my briefs. As I moved toward her, she started to cry again.
I grabbed hold of her and kissed her. My Cyclops found its way in. It couldn’t make up its mind. It kept wanting to go in and out. She didn’t care. She was enjoying it too much. So was I.
Five minutes later, I was finished. Both of us were satisfied and exhausted. That was when reality hit me between the eyes to what I did. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself, “What have I done? I raped this poor innocent woman. But it was good.”
I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn’t get the vision out of my head. My actions haunted my dreams. I was a criminal. I got very little sleep.
I woke up, thinking it’s all a bad dream. There she was, tied up like I left her.
“Hi, Honey.” Surprisingly, she is happy.
“I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I took it out on you. You look and sound like her. Your name’s even the same. Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you. Besides, I like it rough. No one’s ever done anything like this to me. I admit I was scared at first. Just because I didn’t know what was happening.”
“That still doesn’t make up for what I did.”
“My old boyfriends, they didn’t care. They were in and out in two minutes. They didn’t treat me like you did, with the kisses and all. I like that.”
“So, you’re not going to press charges?”
“No. The only thing I want to press is my lips against you.”
I didn’t believe it. After all I’d done to her, kidnapping, assault, rape, she still wanted to be with me.
I untied one leg. Just as I did, the leg rose up and kicked me in the jewels. I doubled over in pain.
“You asshole! Like I’m really going to forget this. As soon as I get free, you’re going to jail.”
When I recovered, I tied her legs together. I untied her hands from the bed. I bound her hands together. I tied the rope from her hands to her feet, so she was bent over.
I unleashed my trouser snake on her rear. She screamed as it entered and left her bunghole. I screamed too.
“How you like it?! Huh?! You want to kick me in the jewels? I’ll show you. Who’s your daddy?”
“Ow! That hurts!”
“Who’s your daddy?”
“You are!”
“That’s right, bitch.”
I realized that she would never love me. I had to keep her from telling anyone what happened. So, still tied up, I took her down the hill to the lake and threw her in.
They would never be able to trace her to me. I’d never met her before. No one ever came up to this lake.
I spent the rest of the weekend trying to put this behind me. Looking back, I had only one regret. I wished this was the other Sarah.
SHAUNA’S SONG
What if you
knew you had a limited time to live? Would you want to leave a part of you behind? What would you do?
I had been experiencing severe migraine headaches for almost a week now. I put off going to the doctor for as long as I could. It finally got to the point where I could wait no longer.
I had the doctor do a series of tests on me, including a CAT scan and X-rays. I was told that I would have the results in a few days.
Several days later, I got the call from my doctor.
“Jeff, I have some bad news for you. The CAT scan revealed a tumor lodged near your brain. It’s about the size of a marble. Unfortunately, we cannot operate on it.”
“Okay, doc. So, how long do I have?”
“That depends if it’s malignant or benign. Right now, my guess would be several months. We would need to do some more tests to know for sure.”
A few months? I dropped to my knees and started crying. There were so many things I wanted to do in this life that now I wouldn’t be able to do.
I decided to do what I could in the time left. The one place I had always wanted to visit was Hawaii. I cashed in my 401K and booked a flight to Honolulu for five days.
When I checked in on Tuesday, I met Shauna, the concierge. In a land filled with peace and beauty, she stood out from all the rest. I asked her for some suggestions on places to go to eat.
Once I unpacked, I decided to go shopping. What better place to buy Hawaiian shirts than the source itself. As a typical tacky tourist did, I picked up a few souvenirs, too.
I wanted to experience some Hawaiian cuisine. That night, I went to one of the best restaurants in all of Hawaii. Great but expensive.
I woke up early Wednesday and headed to Waikiki Beach. I wanted to learn how to surf. As expected, I couldn’t get my balance for the first ten or twenty tries. On that twenty-first try, I actually rode a wave in. A small wave, but still a wave. As I was trying another wave, the headaches came back and threw off my equilibrium. With that, I called an end to my surfing career.
Still early in the afternoon, I wanted to check out Diamond Head Crater. It took me a while to climb it, but eventually, I reached the top. What a view. I didn’t stay long. I climbed down to change for dinner.
As I came back to the hotel, I saw Shauna and told her how I rode my first wave. She greeted me with a blinding smile and gave me a brochure about the Polynesian Cultural Center on the North Side. She also recommended a great place to eat dinner tonight.
I changed and went to her recommendation. Dinner by myself in such a beautiful place just didn’t feel right.
The next morning, I got up early to catch the trolley to the North side. As I walked out, there’s Shauna, flashing me another smile. I spent the whole day there, just taking in all of the sights.
Coming back to change, there was Shauna again. I knew what I need to do now. However, when I came down to leave, she was gone. Guess her shift was over.
Thursday night, I went out to eat again. While I had been having Hawaiian food these past three days, when people thought of Hawaiian food, they thought luau.
On Friday, I decided to head out to Pearl Harbor and the monuments out there. It was also suggested to me to check out Iolani Palace.
When I left the hotel, there’s Shauna again. Thinking of the past two nights eating alone, and with this being my last night on Maui, I approached Shauna.
“Hi, Shauna. Thanks for all your help.”
“It’s my job.”
“Listen, I was wondering. I am going to the luau tonight, and I wanted to know if you would like to accompany me.”
“Wow. You know, as long as I’ve lived here, I’ve never been to a luau. Okay. Sounds like fun. I get off at six.”
After a day of historic sightseeing, I got home to dress for the luau. I was meeting Shauna in the lobby. I lost my breath when I saw her. Flowered bikini top. Flowered sarong. And a flower in her hair.
As we walked into the luau, I got leid by a stunning Hawaiian female. They seated us at a table and gave us each a mai tai.
After everyone was seated, the first course was presented. While they were serving us, the pig was dug up from the imu.
I could tell Shauna was a bit nervous, because she was on her second mai tai. Me, I was just soaking in all of the entertainment. Hula dancers. Flaming batons.
After an hour, the main course was served. Kalua pork, from the roasted pig. Poi. Various fish caught that day. Pineapple coleslaw.
Shauna had already had two mai tais and was working on her second blue Hawaii. I had only had the one mai tai. When dinner was served, I tried a lava flow.
After dinner, we had a choice for dessert. Haupia, a coconut pudding, macadamia nut tartlet, or pineapple caramel cake. I tried the haupia; Shauna had the cake, along with a piña colada.
I had to help Shauna home. After all those drinks, she was in no condition to drive. She could barely stand. I walked her in. As I was leaving, she grabbed my hand.
“Where are you going? All this time in Hawaii and I haven’t had the chance to get you leid.” Her voice was slurred.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you, not in this condition.”
“C’mon. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me.”
Seeing as I didn’t have much time left on this earth, and this opportunity was right in front of me, an opportunity I might never get again, I said Mahalo God.
She pulled me inside and threw me down onto the bed. She tore off the sarong and jumped on top of me. She started tearing at my clothes.
By the time she got to my pants, my helmeted soldier was at attention and ready for battle. After she took off her top and panties, my soldier charged into the field. Like a bayonet, I jabbed in and out. Finally, it was time to bring out the big gun. I loaded my bullet into her cannon and fired. After one shot, the war was over and everyone came out a winner.
After she passed out, I got dressed and left. A night I would never forget and a night she would barely remember.
The next morning, I checked out early to leave for the island of Hawaii. When I left, Shauna was not there. Guess she was still recovering from the night before.
I checked into a bed and breakfast in the city of Volcano. I wanted to get there early so I could check out the lava flowing at the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. From what everyone had told me, it was one of the most amazing sights you could see.
They were right. The bright red magma glowing in the dark as it flowed into the ocean. After taking this in for an hour, it was time to go. I had an early flight back home tomorrow.
During this trip, I had been toying around with a song. You see, I was a song writer. Well, I tried. I had written several songs that artists had used on CDs, but I had never had that one breakthrough hit. Being around Shauna had inspired me. She had made me feel happier than I had ever felt before.
I knew I would never see her again. This first day away from her showed me just how special a person she was. Before I left Hawaii, I finished my latest song.
When I got back to Los Angeles, I sent this song to all the major labels. For the first time ever, I had labels fighting for the rights to my song. I chose the best offer, the one with the biggest name singing it.
By the time the CD was to be released, my cancer was at its worst stage. It was then that I decided to sign over all royalties to this song over to the inspiration, Shauna. I knew she needed to know this. I copied the lyrics and the contract and mailed them to Shauna.
She was surprised to open the envelope and see the contract. At first, she thought it was a joke until she saw the notarization and the first check. Then, she looked at the lyric sheet for the song “I Miss You”:
“You’ve filled a void in my life.
You brought joy to this lonesome soul.
Whenever you’re around, I feel complete.
I feel whole.
But we’re not together all the time,
At least not where I can touch.
But you’re always with me in my min
d
Though at times it don’t seem like much.
I see your picture every day.
I hear you on the phone.
But it’s not enough. I want more
Whenever I’m alone.
I miss you like the flower misses the sun
When it goes down for the night.
I miss you like the birds miss the sky
When they’re not in flight
I miss you more than I ever thought I might.
I miss you.
Maybe missing you ain’t so bad.
It makes when we’re together so much more.
But the missing gets worse every time
You walk out that door.
I see your picture every day.
I hear you on the phone.
But it’s not enough. I want more
Whenever I’m alone.
I miss you like the flower misses the sun
When it goes down for the night.
I miss you like the birds miss the sky
When they’re not in flight
I miss you more than I ever thought I might.
I miss you.
There will come a time when we’re together
For every day of the rest of our lives.
But until then, I’ll be missing you.”
A month later, I passed away, but not before I saw that “I Miss You” was nominated for a Grammy for Song of the Year. When I saw that, I knew I could die in peace because I had left behind something that I would be remembered for, my love for Shauna.
TUTOR OF LOVE
High school. When you spend so much time studying math and history, sometimes we forget to study life. And sometimes we get a reminder of it.
Junior year of high school. One week before finals. The time of year all high school students dreaded. Except me. I’d been getting straight A’s all year.
