First Kiss

by Dawn Michelle

  Beth watched as he trembled and a drop of clear fluid oozed out of the head and dropped on the fine hairs of his belly. She reached out and stroked him, taking his hot shaft in her hand and marveling at how it felt familiar to her. She squeezed and milked him up, pushing out another bead of his juice. Beth leaned forward as Colin groaned.

  She paused, hovering over him. Her lips were parted and she was panting. Her panties were soaked and she felt her skirt might burst into flames. She ached to feel him against her. Sliding herself on top of him and then taking him inside. She could only imagine what it would be like. He was so hard, it would split her and fill her. The problem was he was trembling so bad right now she knew he wouldn't last. Not the first time, anyhow.

  She sucked in her breath and started to lower her head. She stopped as she inhaled his scent. Not just his scent, but the scent of his juices. It reminded her of something. Something salty that she'd liked. She licked her lips, wondering if her body remembered blowing him before.

  "Please," Colin hissed.

  Beth looked up at him and grinned. The room spun, prompting her to lower her head back down. Her hair dropped around her face, obscuring his view and tickling his belly. She extended her tongue and licked up the underside of his shaft, causing him to groan and shift on the bed.

  "Holy shit! Way to go brother!"

  Beth froze, his cock in her hand and her mouth poised to drop over him.

  "Dude, what the fuck!" Colin groaned.

  "The door was open, man. Besides it's cool, we'll—"

  A woman's voice spoke in a breathy whisper, "Can we watch?"

  Beth's eyes widened and she picked her head up to stare at Colin. Her ass was up on the bed and with her bent over, other than some shadows there was nothing stopping the people in the doorway from seeing up her skirt. Could they tell how wet she was? Could they see the tiny black string running between her cheeks and teasing her with its itchy tension?

  "You said you wanted the world to see you," Colin reminded her.

  Beth's breath caught in her throat. He was right, but did she really mean it? Before it was an exciting possibility, now it was a reality.

  "No holds barred, baby," Colin whispered.

  "Baby?" Beth repeated. She still hated the word, but she'd been too caught up to let it upset her.

  "Please, Beth. You're so fucking hot. I can't take much more!"

  Beth licked her lips and dropped her head. Let them watch, it didn't matter. She needed to see what this was like. Besides, having an audience would make it more real. Not something in her head. And this time there'd be witnesses in case she forgot again. They could tell her how wild and crazy she was. She took him in her mouth and buried herself as far as she could go.

  Colin grunted and jerked beneath her, nearly jamming his prick down her throat. She coughed and lifted her head, then held him tighter around the base and went back down, struggling to remember what it was that he'd liked so much before.

  "She's so fucking hot," the woman whispered.

  Beth grinned around his cock. She didn't recognize the voice and wondered who it was. Another stranger, or someone she knew? It didn't matter. Carla had said everyone would be talking about her. Beth had just made sure of it, not that she'd meant to.

  She froze when she felt something brush against the back of her leg. Barely. It was so high on her thigh that it was almost her ass. The feathery touch came again, proving she wasn't imagining it. Fingernails tickled her skin, sending a shiver up her leg and down her spine. They both went to her belly and twisted the warmth inside her into a fire.

  The fingernails became fingers rubbing the back of her naked thigh. They rose higher, crossing the crease that would have marked the separation of leg and bottom had she not been bent at the hips. Her saliva ran down Colin's shaft and he shifted a little, encouraging her to keep going. She hesitated, uncertain about what she should do.

  She knew she should put a stop to things. After all, this wasn't what she'd come up here for. She just wanted to have a good time with Colin. To make some new memories. Well, this was going to be a hell of a memory, but not what she'd bargained for.

  But would that mean she was going back to who she had been? She liked the new Beth. The new Beth was fun and outgoing and sexy. She looked good and knew how to have a good time. Was this what it meant to be who she wanted to be?

  The fingers rubbed under her skirt higher, sliding along the cleft of her ass. She felt the thong rubbing as the strange hand touched it. Her breath hissed around Colin, earning a new moan from him.

  The bed shifted. Somebody was getting on it behind her. She wanted to turn and look but she was afraid of what that would mean. What would she see, the guy, or the girl? What did she want to see? Beth's eyes widened, did she just admit she wanted one of them? She tightened her lips around Colin and whimpered.

  "Oh fuck," he groaned.

  Another hand slid up her leg. Working together, both hands pushed her skirt up on her waist and left her completely exposed. She heard somebody's gasp before fingers curled around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Breath blew against her, tickling her in places she'd never been tickled before. She gulped and swallowed, earning a jerk from Colin. Something pressed against her, jerking her head up off of Colin altogether.

  She stared at Colin and saw him grinning at her. "You're amazing," he praised her.

  She opened her mouth to respond when the pressure between her legs slid along her slit and dug into her flesh. She felt more pressure against her skin that the sun had never touched and quickly figured out what was happening. Whoever was behind her was using their tongue on her. It stretched and tickled her, burrowing into her folds and finding the swollen nub that made her cry out and fall forward.

  Colin grunted as her cheek crashed into his wet and swollen length. He gathered her hands and pulled them up, helping to stretch her out and make her available to the person torturing her in ways that she hoped would never end. Her position wasn't comfortable, but the feelings that jerked and vibrated through her made a little discomfort worth it.

  "You really are no holds barred, baby," Colin praised her again. "I had no idea you would be this hot. You're a regular fucking slut. I love it! You love it to, don't you?"

  Beth heard the words and some part deep inside of her realized they sounded different. It was Colin's voice, but his tone changed. She tried to turned her head but she was so stretched out her muscles wouldn't let her lift up and move. The tongue dipped inside of her while the unseen pleasure giver's nose rubbed her crinkled asshole. She lost her control for a moment and whimpered into Colin's belly.

  "God I love freshman sluts," Colin said again while he moved on the bed beneath her. "They'll do anything for some college dick."

  "Holy shit, bro! Is this for real?"

  Beth's eyes fluttered open. That was somebody else. Another man. How many people were watching? How many were helping? She gasped and tried to rise up again. She pulled her arms but they wouldn't move. A hard edge dug into her wrists, stopping her. Hands landed on her head and fingers slipped through her hair to press against her skull. Before she realized it, her head was repositioned and she was held in place while Colin started pumping his hips to drive his dick back into her mouth.

  She gagged when it hit the back of her mouth and tried to pull her head away. Colin's grip was too strong, she couldn't get away. Tears blurred her vision as she struggled. Her legs were bent too much, she couldn't even kick to get away. The person licking her backed away from her and climbed off the bed.

  Beth heard a woman's voice over the wet squishing and gagging noises she was making around Colin's penis, "She's soaked! Go ahead. Tastes pretty damn good too."

  "You can have some more when I'm done," a man behind her said.

  "That's nasty," the woman told him. "I'm out of here."

  Somebody else climbed onto the bed. Beth realized she'd just lost her chance to get up or try to move around. She jerked her
hips up but a strong pair of hands grabbed her and held her tight. Fingers dug into her hips, but her cries were muffled by the dick in her mouth.

  What was she thinking? A new Beth? If this is what it meant to be outgoing and have fun, she was fucking stupid! She shook her head and tried again to pull away. If she told them to stop would they? She yanked on her arms again but she couldn't get them free. It wasn't rope, it was something hard. Something that bit into her wrists. Handcuffs?

  Tears ran down her cheeks and fell onto Colin's belly. They were absorbed into the puddles of spit. She felt the man behind her rubbing up against her ass. She wiggled her hips to slow him down but that only made his fingers dig in harder. She whined and gagged, nearly throwing up.

  She needed help. She couldn't do this on her own. Where was Carla or Mandy? Or anyone with a sense of decency? Even that waitress in the white outfit. Colin was an asshole and so were all his frat brothers. They were the ones doing this to her. And that girl, whoever she was. Why didn't she help? Why would she think it's okay for another woman to be tortured like this?

  Beth's thoughts froze for a moment. Waitress? Yes, the waitress that brought her home. That Carla had seen. She'd saved her and brought her home, but from what? And how did Beth know her name was Penny? She'd told her to call for her if she needed help. She didn't remember anything else, but she remembered that.

  What was she, some kind of guardian angel? The thought was crazy, that kind of thing didn't exist. She'd never seen evidence of anything supernatural in her life but what else explained it? A stranger cared enough to make sure she was brought home safe? And her savior got away without having to answer any of Carla's questions. That was a miracle in itself. Whether it was the alcohol or pure desperation, Beth knew she had nothing else to try.

  She bit down on the hard flesh between her teeth. Why hadn't she thought of it before? That would teach him to do this to her, she just had to bite him where it hurt the most. She pressed harder and felt her head jerked to the side. Her neck popped and her wrists burned from the metal digging into them.

  "Fucking bitch!" Colin screamed at the same time as she was pulled off of his dick. He slammed his hand into her cheek, knocking her back the other way, and then he slipped out from underneath her. "Jesus, you left marks! Christ, Beth, you almost drew blood."

  "Fuck you!" Beth slurred around a fat lip.

  "Fuck me?" he asked. He laughed and shook his head. "No, you're the one getting fucked here. And you're not going to say a fucking thing about it. Just another stupid bitch that drank too much and got slutty at a party."

  The fingers yanked her up higher and she felt the stranger slapping something against the crack of her ass. He laughed when she tried to pull away. She whimpered and shook her head, then whispered, "Penny, help me!"

  She grunted as the man yanked her hips back towards him. She couldn't move, he kept her in place with his cruel grip. He was having a hell of a time, holding her still while he tried to swing his swollen cock in place and thrust it into her. He kept missing but he was getting closer with practice. She bit her lip and tasted her blood from where Colin had split it.

  "Jesus, shut the fucking door!" Colin growled. "That's all we need is for somebody to see this."

  Someone jumped over and shut the door, muffling the sound of the rave in the basement further.

  "I'm going back in that sweet mouth of yours," Colin warned her. "You bite me again and you're going to leave here missing a few teeth."

  Beth whimpered and shook her head. This wasn't happening.

  "Come on, baby," Colin teased. "Let yourself enjoy it. No holds barred, remember? No holes either, we'll show you how much fun you can have. You'll be begging for more."

  Beth shook her head again. "No!" she howled as soon as she found the breath in her lungs to use. A powerful thrust from behind missed the mark but managed to drive her forward so her face rubbed against the mattress.

  "What the fuck?" another voice she didn't recognize asked.

  "What? How'd the window get open?" Colin asked.

  Beth's twisted her head to stare from where she was pressed into the mattress. She saw the open window and a gust of wind blew in, sending the curtains floating through the air. When they settled down she saw a woman with dark hair and pale skin standing in front of it. Short black horns curved up from her head, just above her forehead. She looked angry. She opened her mouth and revealed sharp fangs where her canines should have been.

  Beth's eyes widened as the first of the shouts began.

  Chapter 14

  Beth huddled against the wall. Her wrists were bleeding from the handcuffs that dug into her skin but she didn’t feel it. She stared wide eyed at the violence in the room. Blood ran down the walls in drips that reminded her of painting her bedroom as a kid with too much paint on the roller. Except her paint color wasn't red.

  She heard someone panting for breath. An occasional whimper slipped out in between gasps. The noise sounded like it came from around her because it was her. She was terrified and didn't know what to do.

  The man on the floor jerked. His legs kicked twice and then collapsed with a stillness that wasn't natural. Beth knew she'd just watched him die. She felt empty and cold inside. "No," she whimpered. "This isn't happening. I'm drunk. Or drugs. Maybe they gave me something…"

  The woman rose from the body and turned. She was dressed in black, from her black boots that slipped over black leggings so tight they clung to every curve and crevice. It could have been bodypaint for all she knew. Her back and arms were covered in the same form fitting material. Only her hands and face were white.

  She turned and drew a fresh whimper from Beth. Blood stained her lips and mouth. Had she eaten the men in the room? Beth saw her throwing them into walls and tearing skin and blood with her bare hands. She was a monster! The kind of monster that existed in nightmares and scary movies, not in real life.

  Beth's breath caught in her throat. Monsters. She jerked her head as her eyes glanced across the floor, never stopping in any one place. She'd knew something about monsters, didn't she? Hadn't she seen them before?

  "Beth."

  Hearing her name jerked her gaze back to the angel of death in the room with her. She was no guardian angel, she was the grim reaper. All she needed was a scythe and a skeletal finger pointing at her.

  "Who are you?" Beth breathed.

  "You called me," she said. Her fangs disappeared, allowing her to speak with a sensual voice that was rich and comforting. It hinted at secrets and adventure.

  "I— I called you?" Beth asked. She gasped. "Penny? But… you were a waitress?"

  She smiled. "You're not supposed to remember any of that."

  "I'm not?"

  Penny stepped up to the bed and looked down at the handcuffs trapping Beth. She reached for them, causing Beth to whimper and squirm. The metal kept her still until Penny's black fingernails touched the cuffs. She pinched them, her nails proving they were harder than the forged steel. Beth's hands jerked free as the cuffs fell open and clattered off the edge of the bed.

  She grabbed her burning wrists and clutched them to her chest while scrambling on the bed and sliding along the wall further away from Penny. "What are you?" Beth asked.

  "If you can remember me at all you will remember the rest," she said. "You have a very strong mind, Beth. That is a wonderful thing. And a curse."

  "A curse?" Beth blinked and looked around the scene of carnage.. The stink in the room hit her. Blood and bodies that had been torn apart. It was worse than the time her dad had hit a deer with his truck and spilled its belly across his bumper.

  "I can't make you forget, you proved that," Penny said. "So as much as I don't want to do it, that leaves me with only one choice."

  Beth gulped and forced herself to ignore the death in the room. "One choice? What choice? What are you talking about?"

  Penny sighed. "My given name is— well, it translates into Penelope. I was born in a tiny village even I don't reme
mber the name of. That was a very long time ago in a land far from here."

  "Where?" Beth asked. Penny's words sounded familiar, like she'd heard the story before, but she couldn't remember it. A few more words and she'd be able to piece it together, she was sure of it.

  "The Haemus Mons," Penny answered while watching her. "Now they are called—"

  "The Balkans! Romania!"

  Penelope smiled. "We were Thracians, but the Romans called us Dacians. It's no matter, I was taken as a slave and sold to a wealthy roman that made me his wife for a while. I bore him children and then caught the eye of someone else. Something else. A creature that has arisen in history time and again to terrify the sane and godly."

  "What are you—" Beth stopped herself as the words unlocked bits and pieces of memories that snapped back into place. "You— you can't exist. I was told you don't exist. People like you, they aren't real. Aren't possible."

  "Who told you?"

  "I—" Beth hesitated. Who told her that? She had a flash of red hair in her mind. Not anybody she knew now, but somebody she had known? She kept seeing Crystal's face, but Crystal was a lying bitch that left her behind as soon as she found what she wanted, a boyfriend with a motorcycle. Except she could have done so much more than that. Beth gasped. "Crystal!"

  "Your friend Crystal told you?"

  "No! She's… damn it. There's something about her. I thought she left me, but she didn't. Not really. You did this to me? You made me forget?"

  "I tried," Penny admitted. She sighed. "It's no matter. I have to kill you now."

  "What? No!" Beth shrieked. "I don't— I mean, why? I won't tell anyone. Nobody would believe me if I did!"

  "There are people that would believe," Penny said. She stepped closer to her and reached out a hand. "Come with me, Elizabeth. I will take you somewhere amazing and make your last moments the best of your life."

  Beth trembled and shook her head. Fresh tears filled her eyes and spilled. "Why?" she cried.

  Penny frowned. "You made me feel again. The pain you've been through. You've come away intact after being attacked and touched by creatures and magic beyond your understanding. That's more than rare, it's proof of character. I thought I'd found a companion at last. A kindred spirit."