Train Me

by Mia Ford

  Rick held out his hand. “You okay?”

  “Yes, he just startled me,” I said, letting the pistol slide out of my hand inside the purse. “I’m okay now.”

  “Come on,” Rick said, wiggling his fingers at me. “Let’s get you home. I think you’ve had enough of this shit hole for one night.”

  * * *

  I held onto Rick’s hand and let him lead me safely out of the bar. Every head turned to watch us pass. Lots of nods and whispers. Eddie stood in the door of the back room with a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually watching me like a bored predator tracking its easy prey. Rick ignored them in the way a mighty king might ignore his lowly subjects as he strolled by.

  I breathed out a long sigh of relief as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. The night air was warm and moist. Little beads of sweat dotted my upper lip. I sucked in a few deep breaths to try to get my head to stop swimming.

  “I have my car,” I said, pointing at the new black Cadillac CTS I’d bought a few days before. It was parked on the street half a block down; its high-gloss black paint shimmered under the moonlight. It seemed like a fitting ride for my new bad girl persona.

  “You’re lucky that’s still in one piece,” Rick said, eyeing my car with his hands on his hips.

  “What? Oh, I didn’t think…”

  “There’s a private lot around back,” Rick said. “Park there from now on. Nobody will mess with it. Guaranteed.”

  “Um, okay…” I started digging in my purse for my keys. I pulled them out and dangled them at him. I pressed the key fob and the Cadillac flashed its halogen headlights at us.

  “Give me those,” he commanded, hand out, fingers crooked.

  “I’m fine to drive, really…”

  “I don’t think so,” Rick said, shaking his head. “Let me drive you home, then I’ll catch a ride back here.”

  “No, really, that’s not necessary,” I said. I was both mortified and excited at the prospect of Rick Wright driving me home. And possibly coming inside to put me to bed. And climbing into bed with me…

  It would be so much easier to kill him if we were alone, the little voice in my head whispered. Just lead him into the bedroom, have him strip off all his clothes, and kill him in the bed you shared with Brent.

  In my drunken brain, there was a sort of ironic justice to the plan. I never thought of the million ways it could go wrong.

  I dropped the keys into his hand.

  “Okay, fine. Just don’t drive too fast or I might puke.”

  “Deal,” he said, hitting the button to unlock the passenger door. He held the door open and took my hand. I slid into the seat and he closed the door.

  I settled back in the plush leather seat and watched him come around the front of the car. God, he made walking look good…

  He slid in behind the wheel and buckled up.

  He glanced over at me and smiled.

  That damn smile.

  It made me feel… I don’t know what…

  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

  My plan was working better than I thought it would.

  Now all I had to do was follow through and kill Rick Wright.

  SANDY

  Everything was happening so fast.

  Maybe too fast.

  I had walked into that dive bar with the goal of just checking out The Wright Brothers from afar. I’d never planned on confronting them; at least not so soon.

  The plan was to sit at the bar, nurse one drink for a few minutes, then watch and listen. I never thought I would end up spending time with Rick Wright or be confronted by his murderous brother, Eddie.

  The moment Eddie leered at me I knew he was the man who killed Brent. I remembered our eyes meeting when he came out of the convenience store. I remembered the threat in his eyes, the sneer on his lips.

  If he had known who I was and what I was doing in the bar, he would have killed me in the bathroom. Of that, I have no doubt.

  Rick asked for my address. I gave it to him, then directed him along the way. Turn right… turn left… no… fuck… I meant right…

  I focused on the road to keep from focusing on him. He made small talk. He liked my car. It handled well. It had good pickup. He liked the way it took the curves. He might as well have been speaking French because I had no idea what all that meant. Brent would have understood every word.

  He draped his left wrist over the steering wheel and rested his right hand on the gear lever in the console as he drove. His fingers were inches from my knee. I found myself hoping that he would casually slide his hand onto my leg; gently massage my thigh, slowly move his hand closer to my...

  No.

  Stop it.

  You should be repulsed by the mere thought of his touch.

  It took twenty minutes to reach my apartment. By the time we arrived, I was feeling less nauseous, but still tipsy. And a little horny. I couldn’t help it. I knew it was wrong, but it was a different kind of horny, one I had never felt before. It was tinged with danger and abandon, a taboo kind of horny that told me to ignore the dampness in my panties and the stiffening of my nipples as I inhaled deeply Rick’s musky scent.

  Rick pulled into a spot in front of my building and shut off the engine. Without a word, he came around to open my door and offer me his hand. I took a deep breath and let him pull me out of the car. I lost my balance for a moment and fell into his arms. I glanced up into his eyes. Our lips were inches apart.

  “Sorry,” I said, holding onto his round shoulders to push away from him. “Guess I’m still a little tipsy.”

  “Just a little,” he said. He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead and took my arm. “Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

  His words echoed in my ears as he led me to the door. He gave me the keys and waited patiently while I fumbled with the deadbolt. Once I managed to get the door open, I stepped inside and turned back to look at him. He made no attempt to follow me inside. I leaned on the door and bit my lip.

  “Get some rest,” he said. He tugged his phone from his back pocket. “I’m going to call for a ride. I’ll wait out here so you can get to sleep.”

  My brain struggled to clear away the fog that was clouding all of my senses but one. Here we were, me and the man I blamed for the death of my fiancé, standing in my doorway at midnight. I thought it would take weeks to get Rick Wright alone, away from his crew. Yet, here we were. This was my chance.

  “Want to come in?” I asked, smiling at him with dreamy eyes. I was trying to be seductive, even though I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never seduced a man in my life, especially one like Rick Wright, who looked like he could snap his fingers and have any women in the room go down on him. I leaned my cheek against the door and batted my fake eyelashes at him.

  “Are you sure,” he asked, taking a step closer.

  Was I sure? No, I wasn’t sure of anything, other than the sadness I still felt in my heart for Brent’s death and the desire to make those responsible for his death pay with their lives.

  I said, “Yes, I’m sure. Come inside.”

  He tucked his phone back into his pocket and came inside. I closed the door and leaned back against it. Before I even knew what was happening, I was in his arms, pressing my lips to his.

  I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. My arms went around his neck and his hands went around to my ass. He clenched my ass cheeks in his hands and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight as he carried me to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

  He lowered me to the floor at the foot of my bed. My arms were still around his neck and his hands were still on my ass. His tongue pushed through my lips to probe into my mouth. When the tip of my tongue touched his, I felt a shudder of excitement shoot through my body, as if I’d stuck my tongue into a light socket. My nipples sprang to life and the heat that had been building in my cunt for the past hour gave way to a flood that drenched my panties.

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bsp; “I want you,” he growled in my ear. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I want you.”

  “Tell me,” he whispered, teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Tell me you want me to fuck your sweet pussy with my big cock.”

  A dirty talker… I kind of liked that… Brent never said a word when we made love, other than to ask if brought a towel.

  “I want you to fuck my sweet pussy with your big cock,” I said, my lips on his neck. “Please. Now.”

  He was pulling me into him, grinding my cunt into the thick bulge in his pants. Dry humping, we called it in high school. I could remember one boy cumming in his pants as he rubbed his cock against my cunt. He was so embarrassed that he ran way, leaving me with wet panties and no idea what to do about it. I knew now what to do. I hadn’t had much practice, but I knew I didn’t want Rick cumming in his jeans. I wanted him to cum inside me.

  My fingers found his belt buckle as he tugged the black t-shirt over his head. Hit shoulders and chest were thick with muscle, covered with tribal tattoos that ran up his arms and disappeared over his shoulders and onto his back. My hands went to his chest. My fingers brushed his nipples, hard as little pebbles on the roundness of his chest.

  “Let me do that,” he said, pushing my hands from his belt. “You get those fucking clothes off and get on the bed. If I don’t fuck you soon I’m gonna pop.”

  I hesitated for a moment as my pussy started arguing with my brain. Don’t do this, my brain screamed. This is not what you want. You want revenge. You want him dead. You can do it. Get the gun. Shoot him. Kill him. Do it now!

  “Something wrong?” he asked, his hands frozen on this belt.

  “No, nothing,” I said. “Um, but you get into bed. I have to use the bathroom.”

  “Don’t be long,” he said. He pushed his pants and underwear down his muscled legs. His long cock sprang free. I swallowed hard as I looked at it. It was twice as long as any cock I’d ever seen in person. Ten to twelve inches, thick and girthy, with large veins that ran from shaft to tip.

  “My cock is ready for your pussy,” he said, taking his cock in his hand and slowly stroking it back and forth. The head was round, like a mushroom. It blossomed as he pumped the blood into it.

  I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I stared wide-eyed at his cock. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to take it in my mouth. I wanted it in my pussy. Almost as much as I wanted him dead.

  I looked around for my purse. I’d left it on the floor inside the door. I put my hand around his cock and gave it a tug. It felt massive in my hand, like a warm, fleshy lead pipe. I fought the urge to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. I said, “You and your friend get into bed. I’ll just be back in a minute.”

  “Don’t be long,” he said, breathing hard. I released my grip on his cock and he climbed into bed while I went to retrieve my purse from the foyer where I’d dropped it.

  Focus. Focus. Focus.

  Point. Aim. Shoot.

  I scooped up my purse and went back into the bedroom. Rick was lying on my bed, spread eagle, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his monster cock. It jutted from the patch of dark curls like the trunk of a thick oak tree with a mushrooming top.

  “I’ll just be back in a minute,” I said as I went into the bathroom and closed the door. The moment the door closed I thought I was going to pass out. I was suddenly nauseous again. I could taste vomit on the back of my throat. My hands were shaking. A cold sweat washed over my forehead.

  I set the purse on the sink and stuck my hand inside it. I brought out the .357 and stared at it for a moment. The dull gray metal was cold in my hand. I took it by the rubber grip and bounced it in my hand. I tried to remember everything Brent had taught me about firing the pistol the time he took me to the gun range to shoot it.

  Grip it in your right hand. Firm, not too tight.

  Cup your left hand under your right for balance and to keep your hand steady.

  It’s a revolver. You just point and shoot.

  Hold the pistol at arm’s length.

  Close your left eye. Look down the sights on the top of the gun. Center the front sight with the rear one.

  Put your finger on the trigger.

  Take a deep breath and hold it.

  Squeeze the trigger slowly as you exhale.

  Don’t jerk it.

  Squeeze with a slow and steady pressure.

  Aim for the center of the chest. Don’t aim for the head or you’ll miss. Go for center mass. Center mass.

  Bang.

  Rinse and repeat.

  You have six bullets. Don’t waste them.

  I looked at the woman in the mirror who was holding the gun. I asked her, “Can you do this? Can you really kill someone?” She told me to open the door and see.

  “You fall in?” Rick called from the bedroom.

  I looked at the woman again. She didn’t say a word.

  RICK

  I lay on her bed, stroking my cock to keep it hard, waiting on Sandy to emerge from the bathroom. I was starting to think that maybe she had passed out or had changed her mind when the bathroom door opened and she stepped out.

  “I was starting to get worried about you,” I said. I frowned at her because she still had her clothes on. Maybe she was going to do a little strip tease, not that I needed it. I was ready to pop. If she didn’t get on my cock soon I was gonna blow like a geyser. I looked into her eyes. She had a strange, far-away look on her face. Maybe she was drunker than I thought. Then I saw the gun in her right hand.

  “What’s that for?” I asked, playing it cool. I just kept stroking my cock and smiling at her. I wasn’t too alarmed. Believe it or not, it wasn’t the first time a bitch had walked in on me carrying a gun.

  She held out the gun at her waist and frowned as if she had just realized that she was carrying it. She moved to the side of the bed. Her eyes never left mine. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that she was going to shoot me.

  She gave her head a little shake, then leaned down and pulled out the nightstand drawer. She set the gun in the drawer and slid it shut.

  “I want you to fuck me, Rick,” she said, tugging her t-shirt over her head. “I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

  “I can do that,” I said. “Get those fucking clothes off and get your sweet ass over here.”

  She was wearing a black lacy bra that barely contained her big tits. She unhooked the bra and let it slide down her arms. Her tits seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Her globes hung large and milky white on her chest, with dark areolas and plump, pink nipples that made me lick my lips.

  She kicked off her boots and shimmied out of the tight jeans. Her hips were full. A neatly-trimmed vee of blond curls directed my gaze to her cunt. Her clit hood was long and thick between her thighs. I couldn’t wait to have it between my teeth.

  I told my cock that he’d have to wait a few minutes. I wanted to eat her sweet pussy before I fucked it raw.

  I shifted so that I was still on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. I reached over my head for her. She stepped closer and spread her thighs. She straddled her pussy over my mouth and moaned when my tongue found her sweet hole. I put my hands between her legs and spread her pussy lips with my thumbs. I probed her cunt with my tongue, licking from the tip of her clit to the indent of her asshole. Her juices washed over my mouth and cheeks. She tasted tangy, salty, with a hint of strawberry. Like a pussy cocktail. I opened my mouth and pressed it to her cunt, probing her salty hole with the tip of my tongue.

  She moaned and leaned forward to reach my cock. As I ate her pussy, she braced her left arm on the bed and took my cock into her right hand. She pumped it, slowly at first, almost gently, like she had didn’t want to hurt me. Gradually, her pumping grew faster.

  “Suck my cock,” I said, my mouth still on her pussy. “Wrap your sweet lips around my cock.”

  She hummed. I felt hot, wet, lips engulf the head. While she
pumped the shaft, she took the head between her lips and sucked on it like a lollipop. She swirled her tongue around the head, then opened her mouth and took me deep inside her. I have a big cock, eleven inches, and no woman has ever been able to take it all in her mouth or her cunt, but Sandy was giving it one hell of a try.

  She lowered her mouth over my cock until the head made her gag, then she clamped her lips around the shaft and pulled back slowly, milking every inch.

  I felt the heat building in my balls as the orgasm threatened to cum.

  I didn’t want to shoot my load into her mouth, at least not yet.

  I wanted my cock in her pussy.

  I wanted my first cum to be inside her.

  SANDY

  I came out of the bathroom with every intention of shooting Rick Wright in the chest as he lay in my bed jerking on his own cock. My hand was tight on the pistol grip even as my other hand reached for the doorknob. I had played it all out in my mind. It would have made for a very interesting crime scene.

  Just open the door, aim, and shoot.

  It’s not that hard.

  Remember how easy Eddie Wright made it look.

  Just point and shoot.

  I took a deep breath and opened the door.

  My fingers tightened around the pistol grip.

  Just point and shoot.

  I took two steps toward the bed.

  He was still stretched out, naked, hard, waiting.

  I felt the fire in my pussy ignite and spread throughout my entire body. I could feel the hot juices flowing from between my legs. My nipples pushed against the thin material of the lacy bra.

  I want him dead.

  Yes, you do.

  I want him inside me.

  No, you don’t.

  Yes, I do.

  No, dammit, you don’t.

  I want him inside me, filling my cunt with his seed, making me feel like I’ve never felt before.

  I want him.

  And I’ll have him.

  * * *

  Rick was driving me mad. His lips and tongue in my pussy had brought me nearly to the point of orgasm. I felt my body shudder against his lips. I felt his tongue probe deep inside me, releasing a wave of juice and a flurry of jolts that made me shudder.