by A. P. Wayne
“I don’t know what’s different,” Jordan said, “but you look really really good today.”
“Maybe you just want me more than usual.”
“Maybe. Maybe. I want you to stand right there and watch me take off my clothes.”
“Your gross grocery store clothes?”
“Exactly.” She liked how quickly Melanie picked up on things.
Jordan kicked off her canvas shoes, peeled off her socks and balled them up in the shoes. She pulled off her shirt and let it drop. Slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki pants, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them. She unfastened her bra and let it drop. Her breasts, though small, felt heavy, the nipples like little dark knots.
“Your breasts are so small,” Melanie said.
“I’m sorry.”
“Keep going.”
Jordan covered her chest with her left arm and slowly pulled down her plain white underwear with her right hand.
Melanie looked between Jordan’s legs. “When was the last time you shaved? It’s a little stubbly.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s been a week at least.”
“My tongue’ll bleed if I lick that thing.”
“I know. I don’t expect you to.”
“I don’t think I will.”
Now Jordan covered her sex with her right hand.
“Now you,” Jordan said.
Melanie shook her head. “You lost control the first time you apologized. I want you to lean over the table.”
Jordan turned to the round glass patio table and leaned over it. It was damp and covered in dew so she rested on her elbows.
Melanie stood by her side and said, “No,” before pulling her arms straight out in front of her until her chest lay flat on the cool wet glass.
Melanie did something behind her. Jordan turned her head to look at her and Melanie said, “No. You stare straight ahead.”
Jordan turned her head to stare out into the dark.
Melanie now stood on the other side of the table in front of Jordan. She had the bottle of wine in one hand and one of Jordan’s shoes in the other. She forced Jordan’s head down on the table until she rested on her left cheek, her earring making a click against the glass.
“Open your mouth,” Melanie said.
Jordan did.
“Wider.”
Jordan opened her mouth as wide as it would go.
Melanie slid the bottle in.
“I want you to suck on this. I want you to pretend it’s a dick. Can you do that?”
“Mm-hm,” Jordan mumbled around the bottle.
“I thought you might be able to. I got this idea when you suggested we both fuck around with Walker.”
Melanie pushed the bottle in a little farther.
“You’re not sucking. This is a big dick, remember. Maybe it’s Walker’s dick only, if you accidentally bite down on it, it’s probably going to hurt an awful lot.”
Melanie stood behind Jordan.
She brought the shoe down harshly on Jordan’s ass. Jordan’s first instinct was to clench her teeth but she couldn’t with the bottle there.
“That was for trying to look and see what I was doing. Keep that bottle in your mouth. You can use your hands if you have to. Now, how many hours did you work today?”
Jordan tried to mumble, “Six.”
Melanie brought the shoe down again. “I couldn’t hear you. Show me with your fingers.”
Jordan held up both hands with three fingers on each raised.
“Six?”
“Mm-hm.”
“That’s six hours you could have spent with me. That means I’m going to hit you six times with this shoe. As hard as I can. Now I want you to put the bottle as deep in your mouth as you can and take your hands away. If you still have the bottle in your mouth when I’m finished, then you’ll get a reward.”
Jordan slid the bottle into her mouth until her teeth touched it and she was close to gagging.
Without any warning, Melanie brought the shoe down on her ass again. It hurt pretty badly but it also made her tingle between the legs and she found herself anticipating the next one. By the third hit, the pleasure was mostly gone and now it just stung. The bottle came close to falling out of her mouth until she fought the urge to push it back in and instead used suction. The bottle was heavy and it was hard to do but it took her mind off the remainder of the swats.
Melanie pressed her hips against Jordan’s ass and leaned over her to make sure the bottle was still in place.
“Very good,” she whispered into her ear before sliding the bottle from Jordan’s mouth.
Her jaws felt numb.
“Don’t turn around,” Melanie said.
Jordan continued staring out at the dark woods surrounding her backyard. She closed her eyes, imagined Melanie behind her. She felt her drag the spit wet tip of the bottle down her spine and between her buttocks. Then she felt it rub against the lips of her sex, the slightly rough surface of the cork contrasting with the slickness of the glass. Melanie began to press it in. She was no stranger to having things put in her but Walker was not exceptionally huge and she wasn’t sure how much of it she could take. Melanie continued sliding it in until Jordan gasped because it felt like she was ripping open. Then she pushed it in just a little more. Jordan fought the urge to slam her palm down on the table. She clenched her teeth and hissed an intake of breath.
She felt Melanie’s free hand on the small of her back. Now she was kissing Jordan’s still stinging ass cheeks. Melanie’s tongue went to the crack of her ass and slowly slid down until it pressed her anus. This was something she hadn’t felt before. Her lower stomach immediately went into a spasming knot. Melanie slid the bottle out a little and then pushed it back in again. Almost simultaneously, she forced her tongue into Jordan’s anus. Jordan let out a moan and fought the urge to cry louder.
Melanie continued moving the bottle in and out of Jordan’s vagina. She pulled her tongue out of her ass just long enough to bite her buttock playfully. It was like a more concentrated sting than the shoe. She liked it.
Melanie returned her tongue to Jordan’s anus and worked it in as far as she could. Jordan bit her tongue and clutched the edge of the table with her hands, all of her muscles drawn tight. She didn’t know how many times she came. It was like with the bottle so far in her, the muscles couldn’t contract to give her the one big orgasm so it was all of these little tremors.
Before she could protest, Melanie pulled the bottle out of her and pressed it against her asshole.
She was going to tell her to stop but she put her mouth where the bottle had been and began alternately sucking at her juices and flicking her clitoris with her tongue, all the while working the bottle in as far as it would go, which wasn’t that much.
After a few minutes of this, Jordan didn’t think she could stand up anymore. All of her muscles felt like rubber.
Melanie again leaned over her back to speak into her ear. Jordan could smell herself on her. “Maybe we should go to your room now?”
“M’kay.” Jordan felt a little embarrassed. She didn’t think she’d ever lost that much control with Walker or Melanie before.
While Jordan gathered her clothes, Melanie went into the kitchen, washed the bottle off in the sink, grabbed some glasses and the corkscrew.
Jordan stepped into the kitchen. She could feel herself running down the inside of her thigh. “We should go ahead and open that down here. They’ll notice if it’s gone.”
“They won’t notice you upstairs eating me out but they’ll notice a missing corkscrew?”
“They like their wine and respect their daughter’s privacy.”
“Unless she’s getting fucked by a guy.”
“Well, we were sort of on the living room couch.”
“What a whore.”
Jordan laughed. “I think I just demonstrated that.”
“Perfectly. Let’s go get drunk.”
They went upstairs and proce
eded to do just that. Her parents came home sometime during that but they didn’t even bother knocking on Jordan’s door to tell her they were there because the only light she had on was a night light. Her phone vibrated and she figured it was probably just one of them texting her that they were home.
Jordan hadn’t bothered putting on any clothes. She’d just wrapped herself in a sheet and played her sex mix playlist on her computer. It was mostly James Blake, SBTRKT, and a lot of other slow electronic music.
They lay in bed and drank the wine. Jordan felt too good to bring up anything too heavy. By the time they were nearly finished with the bottle of wine it was well after midnight and they were both exhausted.
But Melanie was still wearing all those clothes.
Jordan slowly peeled off her t-shirt and jeans, something she had wanted to do ever since seeing her step out of her house. She left her black underwear on. She crawled down between Melanie’s legs.
Melanie rubbed the top of her head and said, “You don’t have to.”
“Want.” Jordan raised her head up to look at Melanie. “I want to.”
“I’m pretty drunk,” Melanie slurred. “I’m not going to stop you. It’ll feel good.”
Jordan bit at her through the underwear, making sure to breathe heavily and warmly on her. When Melanie’s underwear were thoroughly soaked, Jordan pulled them down to her knees. Melanie was definitely not stubbly. It looked like she had shaved earlier that day. Jordan loved this. She licked and sucked all around it before plunging her tongue into Melanie. There was a lot of girl come and Jordan thought she caught a slight hint of something fruity. Maybe Melanie had taken the day off school for vaginal maintenance.
Melanie was good at coming without moaning. She writhed around on the bed while Jordan tended to her. She shuddered violently and Jordan drank everything she could from inside her and slid up on the bed next to her. Melanie rolled over and pressed her ass against Jordan’s hips. Jordan kissed the back of her head and put her arms around her.
Before she closed her eyes for the night, she noticed the bite mark on her shoulder.
She thought about telling her to get out and then thought that might be a blown opportunity.
Now she wouldn’t have to have the dreaded conversation at all.
She could just follow her.
Jordan didn’t know how she could have been so stupid.
It all made sense.
Melanie just wanted to be close to her because she was close to Walker.
It all made perfect sense. Melanie had not come to school today so she could be with Walker. Walker hadn’t been there today because he was feeling guilty, not because he was mad at her.
She didn’t know if what happened between her and Melanie tonight had been overcompensation or sadism.
She wanted to think some more but not with Melanie lying beside her. Besides, she was exhausted and the alcohol made it twice as hard to think. Impossible to think logically.
Twenty-eight
Nilbog’s didn’t go very well. Hunter pounded three shots of whiskey as soon as he got there. He tried to talk about the Fangs as though they were a sports team.
“How bout those Fangs?” was his opening line.
There were maybe only fifteen to twenty people in Nilbog’s and, after questioning/shouting at the first ten, the rest avoided him when they saw him coming. One really rude guy who was many teeth shy of a mouthful told Hunter he would punch him if he came closer.
While the patrons Hunter was able to talk to were not very forthcoming with their own stories, a few of them didn’t mind him telling his story, which was what he’d seen earlier. Typically concluded with, “You believe that shit?”
From most of the reactions, he couldn’t tell if they believed it or not. He was hoping it would be like an incest survivors’ meeting or something where one person tells his story and everyone else has a story to share. It wasn’t like that at all. Tired of the passive resistance, Hunter found a table in a darkened corner of the bar and blacked/passed out.
He was roused by the burly female bartender telling him he couldn’t sleep in here and was he walking or would he like her to call him a cab? Hunter tried to slur the word, “Driving,” and she’d mentioned having to call the police. So then he slurred the word “walking” and that seemed to ward her off. She was replaced by a couple of larger men who were eager to help him out the door. Stupid fuckers, Hunter thought. People would do anything if they thought a free drink was involved.
Hunter wasn’t exactly sure, but he thought maybe he said, “I’m so lonely! I’m just trying to make friends!” on his way out. Then he did specifically recall going around to the side of the building into the dark alleyway, bracing himself against the wall, and vomiting. He remembered this because that was when he saw her.
The words “teenage dream” flashed across his eyes. He held out his hand and asked if she wanted to take him to Taco Bell, he was buying. She smirked and said she had a better idea in mind. He asked if her parents were home and she gently but firmly asked him to be quiet.
She took his hand and walked him to his car. He started to open the driver’s side door. She shook her head and held out her hand.
“What? I’m fine,” he protested.
She gestured out of the parking lot to the street. A darkened police cruiser sat there and Hunter could imagine Chief Bowsman sitting behind the wheel, fisting donuts into his mouth and chugging coffee. So he handed the keys to the girl. And then it dawned on him this girl was probably underage and a cop was watching him get into the car with her. The word “entrapment” or a close approximation thereof entered his head but he didn’t have the ability to fight it.
He got into the passenger seat and looked at the girl crawling into the driver’s seat and sliding it way forward. He had to close one eye to see her very well. She looked good. Vaguely familiar but he wasn’t about to try and figure out where from. Small. Compact but nicely rounded body. Blond hair.
“Are you sure you’re old enough to drive?” he asked.
She placed a finger over his lips. He was sure he was imagining it but he kind of thought the finger smelled like vagina.
He sat in the passenger seat and watched the town and then the country go by. He was wondering if this girl was taking him somewhere for sex and thought it was probably too good to be true. Given his masturbation session earlier and all the drinks he’d had at the bar, he wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to get it up. He’d already forgotten that she’d asked him to be quiet a couple of times and so prepared to launch into his story about what he’d seen earlier, maybe it was remembering the masturbation that had made him think of it, when it finally hit him why this particular girl looked so familiar.
“So ...” Hunter suddenly felt a lot more sober. “My name’s Hunter. What’s yours?”
“Ilya.”
That was the name of the villainess in Vampires Drink Blood so Hunter should have felt like he was somehow being put on. Being really drunk, having just received his largest royalties payment ever and therefore suffering a minor delusion of grandeur, he told himself, “Groupie.”
“Where are we going, Ilya?” Hunter thought he knew. He was totally prepared to jump out of the car until he remembered this was exactly what he’d gone in search of.
“My place on Suchling Road.”
“Ah.”
Hunter pulled his phone out of his pocket. He anticipated a need for it. He flash forwarded to the future and had a vision of himself holding the phone in front of him and screaming into it like a girl.
It was dead.
Once he remembered they were in his car, he fished around in the dark until locating the charger cord and plugged it in.
He felt so many different things right now, but the overriding sensation was the stiffness of his cock in his pants.
He unfastened his seatbelt he didn’t even remember buckling, leaned over in his seat, and began sloppily licking Ilya’s ear. He felt her recoil
and didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Do you think it’s possible for a person to know something without having any idea they know anything?” she said.
Hunter thought this sounded extremely cryptic and out of place.
He removed his mouth from her ear and said, “I don’t know. Why?”
She stopped the car in the middle of the road. It was a slow stop. She didn’t slam on the brakes or anything. Still, it was an awkward thing to do. She put the car in park. As if on cue, it started to rain. An immediate feeling of isolation surrounded the car. Hunter thought he should be more afraid than he was. If he hadn’t made a conscious decision to try and shut down the rational part of his brain, he probably would have been terrified.
“Are you looking for magic?”
“Magic? I don’t know. I guess I’m looking for something.”
Sitting there in the passenger seat of his own car, he felt very confused. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. He suddenly felt heavy and a little bit empty and his penis wilted in his pants.
“You’ve heard of the world behind this one?”
The girl, Ilya, turned her head toward him and he saw that her eyes were completely black. He didn’t really know what she was asking him. Was she talking about his book? He could have asked her if she was talking about Vampires Drink Blood but he thought that would seem really presumptuous and egotistical. Instead, he decided to fight what might just be craziness with more craziness.
“I think I saw you earlier,” he said.
“And why’s that?”
“I was ... in the woods.”
“And?”
Did she know? Did she know he’d been standing there just inside the woods and masturbating while she was getting fucked and bitten by one of those things? He felt strangely guilty.
“I saw you with that guy.”
“He made me feel good. Complete.”
“Complete?”
“He made me what I’ve always been. It was almost too easy. And what were you doing?”
Hunter kind of laughed.
“Show me,” she said.
