Feral

by Serafini, Matt

  So she waited, letting the piping hot water soothe her whole body. Muscular tension and mental weight came away as she stretched out beneath the coconut bubbles, amazed by how quickly things fell into perspective.

  Of course...

  The challenge wasn't to 'win' Allen back, but get on good terms with him. Starting with an apology that he wouldn't be expecting. Over the course of their turbulent relationship, there wasn't an instance where she'd expressed regret, even when she'd been at fault. This would make him think she'd changed.

  Then, when he was out with his forty-year-old whore, he'd have the apology in the back of his mind. That wouldn't be enough, of course, but it would make the gears turn. He'd realize that she had changed. And not just physically.

  From there, it would be important for Allen to catch glimpses of her around the Big East, preferably with other men. Make him think that the apology had been sincere, and for peace of mind only. Make him think that she'd moved on. That was going to be the fun part.

  Phase two.

  She knew Allen well. The last time he broke it off, it had taken only her lips around the cocks of a few of his friends to reignite the extinguished flame. This time she'd prove that she could have any man she wanted.

  He'd come calling because he liked challenges.

  Molly didn't plan to give in right away. Allen was going to have to fight for her affections. And then, when he proved how much he needed her, she'd watch him crawl back on hands and knees—just in time for senior year. In time for them to start planning the rest of their lives.

  A knock at the cabana door jostled her out of a sudsy daydream where she and Allen were moving into a three-car garage home at the end of a cul de sac.

  Molly pulled the facecloth from her eyes and winced at the bathroom light. She lifted herself from the tub and stepped onto the fluffy, pink throw rug as suds and water dripped from her. Shuttering in the chilly cabana air, she reached for a towel.

  Through the peephole, Elisabeth leaned against the lamppost, arms folded across her chest.

  Molly opened the door before she even knew why.

  Elisabeth's smile was cool, and her light blue eyes fell to the towel pulled tight against Molly. She wore a dark dress that was cinched at the waist and cut low enough to display her firm assets.

  It must've been the liquor, but Molly had to admit this bitch had game. A challenge she might not be able to conquer.

  Elisabeth spoke once it became clear that Molly wasn't about to.

  "Hello, Molly." Her voice was calm, devoid of emotion. "I thought you and I might be able to speak for a few moments."

  "Uh, I guess so." Molly's heart pounded as the prospect of getting punched in the mouth became a sudden concern.

  "Shall I come inside, or would you prefer to do it out here? I know it's summer, but the night air does bring a bit of a chill...and it seems like you may be underdressed."

  "Right." Molly stepped aside and motioned for her archrival to enter. She considered running into the other room to throw on a change of clothes but decided against it. No sense in being intimidated. She'd worked hard to hone her body over the last year, and tonight's adventure proved she pulled it off. So she stood her ground in a small white towel, facing the woman currently in possession of the man she intended to win back.

  This was war and there was no time for weakness.

  "Let me reintroduce myself again, please. I am Elisabeth Luna."

  "That your real name?" It took all of Molly’s efforts not to scoff.

  "It is. My parents were from a small village in Romania."

  "You're foreign?"

  "I grew up in Romania, though I remember very little about that life now."

  "Anyway," Molly said, believing this hag to be even older than suspected. "I remember your name from last night...and I'm Molly Perkins. What can I do for you?"

  Elisabeth circled the room, stepping around the pile of discarded clothes. Her stare never breaking from Molly's.

  "Of course I know you, Molly Perkins. Allen practically begged me not to come here, you know. He thought you would do something crazy like try and attack me. I find his opinion of you...amusing."

  Molly hated passive-aggressive people.

  "I do not mean you any insult," Elisabeth said. She walked into the kitchenette and peered into Greifsfield forest's dark underbrush. Her dress, a deep shade of blue clung tight and illustrated further curves that Molly envied.

  Elisabeth turned in time to catch her stealing a glance. "Allen thinks you're crazy,” she said and took a step toward her. "I do not." Her face was stoic. Almost threatening.

  "Look..." Molly's inflections were impatient.

  "I mean to say that the two of us are very much alike. I understand why you grew so incensed at the sight of Allen and I. You've got a fiery side, same as me. I want you to know that I respect you for that."

  Molly laughed loud and hard. This woman, probably five years from menopause, gloated in the middle of her room. As if her respect mattered.

  "You know what, uh, Elisabeth? I'm not super comfortable with this."

  Elisabeth looked her over and smirked. "With what? Our discussion?"

  "It's not much of a discussion from where I'm standing..."

  "Well then...we must sit." Elisabeth went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

  Molly only stared. "Are you fucking nuts? Get out of my bedroom!"

  Elisabeth was un-phased by her temper. She stayed where she was; narrow and shifty eyes dared Molly to make the next move.

  Refusing to be outdone, Molly strode into the bedroom with confidence. She would not be the one who yielded. She sat close enough to notice Elisabeth's eyes weren't actually blue, but an exotic amalgamation of blue, green, and hazel. They burned with transfixing wild fire, and their gazes locked.

  Neither woman willing to back down from whatever this was.

  Elisabeth leaned back on her arms and studied her with marginal interest, through a sleek grin that felt more like condescension than amusement.

  Molly's first instinct was to grab the bitch by her jet-black mane and drag her kicking and screaming to the door. She suppressed the impulse just long enough for Elisabeth to get another sentence out.

  "Please. I did not come here looking to fight."

  "Oh really?"

  "That is the last thing I want. I'm here to talk, nothing more."

  As angry as Molly was, and much as she wanted Elisabeth wiped from the picture, her civility was impressive. Almost likeable in a weird way.

  Or maybe I'm just too chickenshit to put an end to this with a solid 'fuck you.'

  There was a comfortable gap between them, despite Molly being close enough to smell Elisabeth's lilac scented skin. She crossed her legs and inadvertently flashed a generous display of thigh, thanks to the short white towel clinging to her moist body.

  Elisabeth glanced at Molly's exposed flesh. Her eyes lingered, making no motion to hide it.

  "What's on your mind?" Molly asked, suddenly uncomfortable.

  "Last night you said some things about me which I might have been offended by had I not been able to understand so well."

  "Okay."

  "You're still in love with Allen. He might not realize that, but I only needed to look in your eyes to see it."

  Was this what it sounded like? Was she conceding? Maybe Elisabeth was intimidated by the presence of true love and decided she would not stand between it.

  Maybe I could like her, after all.

  Elisabeth angled herself to face Molly better. "You're a passionate person. A dying breed in this age of apathy. The things you said to me, to someone you'd never met, were abrasive. I did not take offense, though. It came from the heart."

  "Thanks?"

  Elisabeth put a hand on her exposed knee and watched Molly’s face for a sign of rejection. When none came, she kept it there.

  Molly's emotions were a mess. They threatened to tear and spill. She was too numb to feel Elis
abeth on her, thinking instead about how she couldn't afford to be intimidated by this forwardness. Hoping that her gut was right, and that her enemy was here to surrender. It felt that way. Or maybe it was those fingers she felt, working her leg with a technique that felt like a massage on knotted muscles.

  It might've been the remnants of the Jager shots, but Molly found herself entranced by the kaleidoscopic nature of Elisabeth's eyes. It was a hue that she could not look away from, a color that was both relaxing and sensuous, and maybe a little trusting. The room around them fell away, and Molly could look nowhere else.

  Am I fucking crazy? she thought.

  Those full and luscious lips were dabbed with mischief in the form of a grin. When she spoke, her voice was soft and throaty—devoid of the malice that had been there earlier. Molly submitted to her, carried into a haze where she'd never been.

  She sat with her mouth agape, listening to Elisabeth's words, but staring at her mouth. At those lips.

  "I'm not going to come between that kind of emotion. That kind of love." Elisabeth spoke tenderly as her hand skirted the length of her Molly's tanned thigh. A finger reached the smooth curve of her buttock and traced it back and forth while their eyes remained locked.

  The touch was electrifying. Unlike anything she'd ever felt. Sensations so powerful, she couldn't bring herself to care that it was a woman doling out the satisfaction.

  Her head fell back with a sigh. A muffled cry of ecstasy drifted out.

  This is exactly what I need right now.

  Elisabeth leaned in, bringing the lilac aroma with her. Molly let it fill her nostrils, awakening even more unanticipated urges. She moistened even before the dark-haired beauty pressed her mouth to hers. Molly's mouth parted to receive her lips. She couldn't believe they were natural. Pillow soft, with each pat offering sensuous comfort. Molly moaned with delight each time they pushed on her.

  "I want someone capable of that passion," Elisabeth whispered between kisses.

  If Molly's emotions had been confused before, they were jangled beyond reprieve now. She couldn't lie to herself about this, every one of these feelings and desires felt right. She allowed Elisabeth's kisses wherever she planted them, and kissed her back with frenzied eagerness. She wanted to feel her everywhere, though there was reluctance to take things further.

  In some ways, this was like her fist time all over again.

  The confidence she lacked was abundant in Elisabeth, who worked a hand over Molly's toweled body, stroking her guarded breasts while slipping her palm beneath her buttock, caressing with firm grips.

  Molly bit her lower lip and whimpered ahead of Elisabeth's hand that trailed from her ass to her inner thighs. Her moisture prompted a growl of approval from Elisabeth.

  "I want to see you," she said and tore the towel from her body.

  Molly covered herself in reflex, embarrassed by her body in that moment. There was no good reason to be ashamed, but self-consciousness couldn't be reasoned with.

  Elisabeth looked at her with an expression of raw lust. She was the perfect combination of angel and devil, and when she waved a finger back and forth to protest Molly's bashfulness, it was all that was needed for her to let go of her hang-ups.

  "I want to see everything," Elisabeth said.

  "So do I." Molly tried matching that level of confidence, but her trembling tone betrayed her words.

  Elisabeth didn't seem to mind. She stood and unfastened the fabric belt on her dress, receding her curves until she slid the straps down her arms and allowed it to fall. It revealed the most incredible nude body Molly had ever seen.

  Before she could finish admiring, Elisabeth dropped atop her, soft breasts and hard nipples sweeping against her own. Molly grabbed Elisabeth's head through the rain of black hair, pulling her close. It was her tongue that went exploring first, pushing past the threshold without resistance. She felt a desperate urge to convey her newfound affections for this woman, and wanted her to realize this was a gesture of sincerity.

  Elisabeth ventured down to her neck and planted a string of wet kisses along her descent.

  Molly's body felt primed to explode. When Elisabeth's mouth moved to the crevice between her breasts, she arched her back and screamed out. Elisabeth responded by pinching her nipples before biting and sucking them.

  This was unbelievable. Beyond a few superficial party kisses, she had never been much for the same sex. This combination of physical pleasure and emotional connectivity brought companionship greater than any man in her life had been capable of delivering.

  It felt amazing to be desired.

  Elisabeth's mouth left trails of saliva on her stomach, on her outer and inner thighs, and all the way down to her feet. She took time to work Molly's toes, licking and sucking them—somehow of the knowledge that Molly loved having it done. A trail of electricity surged all the way to her head, and the only thing she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and beg for more. This was unlike anything. It couldn't stop. Not yet.

  She glanced down and pleaded with her to keep going.

  Elisabeth did not. She let her feet drop and angled her head in such a way that her pronounced cheekbones and jutting tongue gave her the appearance of a sinister creature. She lashed out and took Molly's hips, lifting her onto her side and pressing her mouth to the small of her back and buttocks.

  Ecstasy so profound, Molly was in tears, her eyes as moist as her pussy. She slid a hand between her legs to stimulate herself while Elisabeth worshipped her curves.

  "No." The whisper was short and harsh. An order that Molly would not dare violate. "Do not hurry this."

  "Taste me, then.” Molly's confidence continued to stun her in the moment.

  Her thighs pressed on Elisabeth's head, and her hand tussled her lover's hair. Cries of "yes" and "don't stop" became the songs of the session. Bodies thrashed and sweat slicked their flesh with increased abundance, despite the frosty central air hum. Every now and again, she caught a glimpse of Elisabeth's determined eyes, the look only making her crazier. More determined.

  So crazy that Molly came twice at the mercy of Elisabeth's tongue. When the lilac beauty crawled up between her legs for a kiss, Molly realized how much she missed her mouth. The thought of tasting herself was arousing in strange and nasty ways that had never been stimulating to her before. With a pounding heart and coursing blood, all she could think about was how dirty she wanted to get.

  It was Elisabeth who was going to benefit.

  Molly shifted her weight and rolled on top, exploring the voluptuous body with an open mouth. Elisabeth spread eagle and pushed Molly's head into her.

  Her thighs were muscular and smooth and she loved the way they felt against her cheeks. No disgusting, steely body hair to contend with here, just a figure so perfect that it might've been sculpted.

  Elisabeth rocked her hips to meet Molly's mouth. Her juices tasted like strawberries, or something just as sweet. A far cry from the veiny, hairy obstructions she was used to. Men were not capable of passion like this. Elisabeth's company made her feel wanted. Tonight, Molly had never felt sexier. She was first controlled and now in control. There was no pressure, just mutual adoration.

  No worrying about using too much teeth to get him there, and if she never heard "did you cum yet?" again, then she was resigning from the other team for good.

  But that was getting ahead of things. Right now, Molly's world was the size of a sweaty bed, and inhabited by only two. It might not be love, but it was desire.

  Once spent, they straightened out and Molly reached for the cabana's central air dial and cranked it. Nestling into Elisabeth's sweaty arms was a perfect conclusion to an unexpected evening.

  "I've never felt anything like that before."

  Elisabeth said nothing in response and instead kissed her head and cheek.

  Molly hugged her tight, pressing against Elisabeth's body as they reclaimed their breaths. Central air spilled from the vents in steady gusts that cooled their body temperatures.
Molly pulled the bed sheet up and got under it to hide her goose bumps. Elisabeth remained atop it, staring at the ceiling in silence.

  Does she regret this?

  Molly sidled up to her hoping that she did not. Another kiss atop her head said she was probably safe. She was comfortable at last and, as great as the sex was, it was no match for cuddling. It was a chance to lie and reflect on their sweaty exchange. Embracing the woman she had been certain that she despised brought comfort.

  Life was funny like that.

  Tonight's pleasant surprise started her thinking about Allen all over again. Only now he didn't seem so integral to her happiness. In fact, he seemed kind of repulsive. She wanted to ask Elisabeth how she felt, but thought it could wait until morning.

  Would she be willing to kick Allen to the curb?

  Hell, I think I might be...

  After one bout of lovemaking, Elisabeth had succeeded in making Molly feel necessary—a feeling she was already addicted to.

  Maybe this was the beginning of something truly special.

  She drifted to sleep, consumed by thoughts of Elisabeth and what she hoped would be the beginning of an incredible relationship.

  ***

  The bed was empty when she awoke, shivering.

  The air was so cold now that she saw her breath against the digital glow coming from the clock on the dresser. It was a little after four. She'd been asleep for two hours.

  "Elisabeth?"

  She curled up and pulled the sheet tight, hoping to settle the chill. She waited with her eyes closed for several more minutes, but she could only think about why Elisabeth was no longer here.

  Please, no. She wouldn't leave me.

  Her mind raced to all the worst conclusions as she got up without bothering to dress.

  The living area light should've been on, but the room was dark. Off it, the bathroom door was ajar and equally black.

  "Molly..."

  The familiar voice comforted her pessimistic imagination. From beyond the bathroom's slivered door, she said, "Come here."

  "You okay?" Molly did as she was told.