4 comments/ 22617 views/ 1 favorites Autumn's Twilight By: Arma She was a portable riot looking for a place to happen. Autumn; the elegant gale wind that swept through my life at one end as gently as a lamb then blew out of the other with the roar of a lioness. From the very moment our eyes met our fates became inescapably entangled. The Classroom was 2 tons of excitement stuffed into a 10 pound bag on that bright October morning. Colorful Ghouls, Ghost, Witches and Vampires were pinned to various parts of the wall to ring in Halloween. It was a day of magic that gave an entire class of 2nd graders the power to summon alter egos and persona hidden deep within. No longer did children fill the large class room. It had become a hall of justice for leagues of Superheros, a great crypt for monsters and a holding cell for all types of natural and unnatural animals. The energy was raising to a shrill pitch as the parade drew closer and closer with each movement of the clock on the far wall. We could all hear the drums mixing with the clamor of talking parents and onlookers gathering outside. The large, sugary, orange cookie sat on a napkin staring up at me. It was just a doppleganger that had taken the shape of a jack-o-lateran with a toothy grin from ear to ear. It was a weak attempt at deception. No matter what shape it took as a big red heart, a brown turkey, a green christmas tree or even a four leaf clover, it was still the same damn cookie tasting the same damn way. I sat amongst my fellow monsters, the only feral Werewolf surrounded by Jason, two Freddys, A dozen Vampires, and several other bizzare creatures. We we're planning our attack against the heroes at noon day recess, our numbers were large and our kung fu was strong. We knew they knew that we we're coming for them. Across the class they all sat with identical cookies the same as our own. 3 Supermen, a Batman and several other heroes whispered their plans to one another in conspiracy like tones. Then the Universe threw a curve ball and tethered us to one another. A tall, East Indian man walked into class wearing a rather expensive looking suit. His skin was darker then even my own, which seemed strange considering I was told to mark "Black" when filling out survey's. He had thick eyebrows, a strong clean shaven chin and his jet black hair was tied back into a long tail. He walked through the class with his head held up and his back straight as an obviously proud man. Beside him with her small hand within his larger hand was a short, slender girl. Her skin was a soft shade of mocha, and she had thick, jet black hair just like her Father. It was tied up in a similar fashion but kept back out of her face by a deep red ribbon. She and her father walked pass our table but all the other children were too busy to pay much attention. Our eyes met for a moment and we smiled a shy smile at one another. They continued through the class until they reached the large, deep mahogany desk of Miss Sanders. She was a young, attractive blonde who's passion for children made her physical beauty pale in compare. She rose from her desk dressed professionally in a deep blue blouse and a dark skirt highlighted by dark nylons. Her light blonde hair had been tied into a bun and her classes rested upon her nose when they shook hands and began speaking. I couldn't hear them over the class and I suddenly, desperately wanted to be known what was being said. The girl at his side looked around nervously with two, large brown eyes. After they had finished speaking her father kneeled kissing her on the head then speaking to her for a little while. Then as quickly as he entered, he briskly turned and left leaving the girl behind to join the class. "Class." Miss Sanders called over the cacophony of plots, conversations and over all jubilation. All the eyes of the class room turned upon the little girl and our teacher. The weight of all those gazes made the girl's eyes tear up but her cheeks remained dry. "We have a new student, her name is Autumn Sita. Make her feel welcomed." There came a song of giggles, hello's and other assortments of greetings. The excitement was much too much to hold everyone's attention and they all fell back to talking to one another. I couldn't look away from her as the teacher told her to find a seat before going back to her own desk to grade papers. Autumn looked around for several moments before she caught some sort of unseen and unheard beacon. Out of all the empty chairs of the class she some how found the one by me and took a seat. "Hi." Autumn said nervously. When she spoke her slight, British accent was alien to my ears. "Hi." I said back just as nervous. My Mother had taught me that you should smile when greeting others so I did as best I could. "My name is Autumn." She said before smoothing out her blue dress lined with white lace. "What's yours?" "Azazel." I blurted quickly. "But...but everybody calls me Zel." "That's a funny name." Autumn laughed a little. "Do you have a custom?" I asked curiously. "No." Autumn said sadly. "We just moved here." I didn't know how to ask or how to offer and for a moment I considered backing off. Autumn looked so sad sitting as a normal girl amongst so many superior characters. The magic some how passed her by and that began to make me sad for her. "Want to share?" I finally asked with so much fear. "How...how can we do that?" Autumn blinked curiously at me. I couldn't find the words so I picked up the mask and gave it to her. Autumn looked down at it and the slowly a smile began to spread across her cherubic face. When she rose those deep, brown eyes to me I could see the spell had been cast. "Thank you." She whispered shyly. "She's with us?" Brandon asked quickly from my right. He was a green, grinning skeleton with a sword. "Yep." I said brightly to him. "Cool! We got another monster in our league!" Brandon slapped his hand on my back. He was also African American but a little lighter then me. "We are going to kick their butts out there today!" From that day on it was Brandon, Autumn and me. They were my best friends and I was theirs. I don't know what it was about that girl with the big, brown, sad eyes but I felt the need to defend and take care of her constantly. I fought for her on the school yard when someone would pick on her, I walked her home after school. Soon we began even playing together on the weekend. Teachers even knew that Autumn, Brandon and I were inseperatable. Over our years together others joined us and left. Autumn and me often tagged along for Brandon's crazy ideas. Like the time we tried to build a plane. The time we wanted to see if you could really tame a dog like Crocodile Gundi by pointing your pinky and thumb at it, which effectively got us chased by a massive Mastiff. When we played doorbell ditch, egged a teacher's car, lit a firecracker in the library, and even went into the sewer looking for an Alligator. Once we waited for a staff meeting at the school when all the cars were parked outside in the lot during the 6th grade. Autumn had taken a porno mag from her Father's drawer and we tore pages out placing one explicit scene after another under their windshield wipers. For the three of us the time growing up together was spent in fits of laughter, watching movies, strange accurance, and trying to best each other in one video game or another. The years marched on as we continued a one way track to madness and music. Our group shrunk and grew over the years, going from three to four, to five, to eight, and then down again to six. By our senior year in High School we had all changed so much. Yet some how we remained each other's soul mates. Brandon had become a crass, outgoing and even a bit arrogant. He was a running back for the Colts, our high school football team. He took to wearing the latest fashions and hanging with mostly the in-crowd. Brandon was very good at his chosen sport and there was a definite scholarship in his future. He stood at 6'0 and had become very broad shouldered. Most girls thought he was very handsome if even a little arrogant, but Brandon just loved having a good time like the boy I grew up with. He was still impulsive and very impractical. His Father owned 4 successful restaurants and it gave them more then a comfortable income. It was early August when Brandon was given a deep red Mustang for his birthday. Autumn and myself had about fallen over when it pulled out of the garage. On a summer night that will infinitely live in my soul; Brandon, Autumn and myself drove around with the top down listening to music. We listened to a song called Pulse for most of the night along with 2 Pac, DMX, and a bunch of R&B. It lasted until the sun touched the sky chasing away our night like it was just a dissolving, wonderful dream. I was lower middle class but it never bothered me. However, what did bother me was when I was suddenly cursed with Manic Depression. Hell was dark and hot, I could never find the door out no matter how hard I tried. I had become somber, withdrawn and often ditched class refusing to deal with it all. I was considered very gifted because I painted and wrote very often, but I couldn't care less. I began wearing all black and even found a pair of heavy, motorcycle boots. I was all angst and rebellion, I found rock, goth and metal then abandoned most of rap or hip hop. It was all pretty cliche but nothing is ever cliche when your the one doing it. I use to run for the school track team before that ebony ghost stole all my hopes or cares. I stood at 5'11 and was slender muscle compared to Brandon's frame. Against my Mother's better judgement or wishes my Older Brother shocked me when he brought me a Motorcycle. A maroon, Honda that was built to mimic the more expensive and much loved Harleys. Beggars can't be choosers, and I wasn't even remotely going to complain. I was finally allowed to ride after classes and some training, it was one of my greatest moments. Autumn and Brandon stood by cheering when I started the engine and put on the helmet with a dark visor. They were always there to cheer me on in more ways then one... Autumn had blossomed to a stunning woman when we all reached 18. She had become curvaceous. More of a rebellious Lilith then an pious Eve. She was a slender but not a fragile looking waif. Her hips flared and her breast were fairly large with a slight natural sag. Autumn was woman as she was meant to be before fools began listening to men designing woman's clothes and being told to starve themselves back into reverse puberty. Autmun's facial features were exotic, angular and very feminine. She had well defined cheek bones and large almond shaped eyes that often appeared mysterious and always a little sad. There was something mysterious, deep and and passionate about Autumn. Yet even in her elegance and mystique there was something wild, fierce and free in her. Autumn often wore long, flowing skirts, sweaters, dress pants and blouses. Black, Purples, Grays and deep Reds were her favorite colors. She had a small silver piercing in her nose and her right ear had been pierced with silver rings all the way to the top. Autumn was infamous for her black finger nail polish and lipstick. She stood at 5'7 with wavy, jet black hair that fell past her tail bone. She wore a lot of strange jewelry and before long it was said she praticed Witchcraft, it was just a rumor but I and Brandon knew it was true. Autumn was an only child and her Father made just as much as Brandon's. However, her Father and Mother didn't think she was mature enough for a car. We all had groups we hung out with at school but we always had each other after school. We were there for all the good and bad times in each other lives. They were there for me when my Father died, or when Brandon's house caught fire, and when Autumn's parent's got a divorce. If there is a Heaven then for me it would be riding around with those two, just going to movies and hanging out. I loved the two of them deeply. It was too perfect to last. Maybe it was Karma and we had to pay for all the good times we had... I started dating a girl named Alisha during my senior year at High School. She moved from the violent jungle of Oakland to the calmer suburbs of Union City. I had once lived in Oakland but it was long before that. Alisha was a light skinned girl, tall and slender from playing basket ball almost all the time. She had these mischievous, gray eyes and sandy brown hair. How we started dating is beyond me. She was into R&B, Rap and things like that. It was considered being Black, as she and others would put it. I never knew that White, Black, Latino, Asian and other people had to act a certain way to be accepted as what they were by birth. I guess I just wished everyone would just be a personality and not a color. It was all crazy talk. Alisha use to say she liked me because I was different. It was probably mostly the rumors. I was popular mostly because of acting out and having an explosive temper, but I wasn't accepted. There were rumors of witchcraft and satan worship surrounding me, none were true. I just really loved the color black, had bad eyes in the sunlight and kept to myself mostly. There was one thing Alisha did often have in common though. We both enjoyed fucking and would find time to do it one way or another. Alisha was a very attractive girl though she often wore baggy clothes to hide her very athletically tight body. She stood 5'8 and was mostly slender, carmel colored legs. My Mother, two Sister's and me lived in a Townhouse in a very good part of the city. It was a community of retirees and families. No one was home and me and Alisha was putting those two hours to the best use we could. Me and Alisha often wasted little time with four play, we we're ready enough by the time we would reach my or her house from school. "Goddamn! Fuck! What's gotten into you today, baby?" Alisha breathed out between moans. Her slender back was arched as she rest upon all fours atop my bed. I held her slender hips tightly in my hands while I was literally fucking her senseless from behind. I couldn't tell her what had gotten into me because I didn't even know. I spent most of the day feeling her up and kissing her passionately any time I could still an unnoticed chance. By the time we reached my place I was dying to fuck her. There was an audible slap of flesh each time her firm ass would meet my pistoling hips. Her soft, carmel brown skin was glowing with a soft sheen of sweat, her B cups swayed and jerked hypnotically. Her muscles tensed in her thighs and back. We could hear the faint but constant slurp of her sopping cunt as it sucked on my rigid cock. It was a beautiful sight to keep me focused on nothing but her. I watched the way Alisha's very tight ass would tense and shimmy when it collided into my hips. Below I had a perfect view of the way her hairless, light brown cunt lips as they surrendered willingly to the pillaging. Those nearly dripping fold would grip at my dark, veiny, thick shaft. The soft lips would slip inward as my cock buried itself to the balls inside her then slip outward revealing its delicious, soft pink, clinging seam each time I pulled out. My entire cock was wet and glistening with her hot, slick juices. There was no feeling on the world like fucking here back then. When we were going at it like that I forgot all my problems. Alisha was beginning to moan louder as she lowered her upper body to the bed and rose her ass a little higher. I didn't think I could penetrate her any further and yet she proved me completely wrong. I gasped causing her to groan low with satisfaction. I felt her hot, gushing walls begin to tense along with the rest of her body. Her fists tightened in the black covers and she began to shove back into each stroke. Her snatch began to slowly squeeze like a velvet fist. Our lustful act picked up speed and she some how grew wetter, hotter and all the more wanton. I felt her pussy began to spasm and she opened her mouth in a silent cry. Her eyes tightened and she pulled at the sheets, Alisha's body jerked making her thrust out of rhythm and out of sync with my own. I loved when Alisha would cum. She gasped, moan, mewled and moan out of control. Plus her pussy became so sensitive afterwards. I kept her by her hips and continued to plow deep into her. I slowed down pulling my rigid cock out nearly to the deep, brown head then slowly sliding it back in as far as I could. Alisha gasped each time I tortured her with slow, intentional strokes. It wasn't something I knew by instinct, it was something she had asked me not to do one day while we fucked on her couch. She tried to speak but lost her words with each stroke, I slide one hand under her tight belly, brushing my finger tips over the faint but very present muscle and buried my eager hand between her slightly damp thighs. I found her clit between those swollen lips and began to grind the hard little button in tight, slow, firm circles. Alisha bucked moaning loudly as she was beside herself, neither of us cared who heard at that point. I began to grind my aching tool deep into her drenched, clenching cunt with vigor. "Oh god! God! You fuckin bastard!" Alisha called out shivering. The pleasure had become so sharp it was nearly painful. Her slender, cat like body would shudder and jerk sometimes when a particularly sensitive area was brushed and pressed. "A bastard that is fucking you." I said while still grinding deep into her sensitive pussy and rubbing her burning clit. She felt so good, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. "Fuck you." Alisha challenged with a breathless whisper. "Say you're my slut." I demanded firmly as I began to fuck her at a quicker pace. It caused her back to arch and another silent cry pierced the air. Alisha looked almost dazed in her lustful, wanton state. The slurping of her tight, cunt being invaded over and over again was much louder. It felt so good. "No!" She challenged again. "No! I'm, I'm n..not your fuckin slut!" "Fine." I said literally trying to hold back. I knew she was enjoying the game, she always did. I rubbed her clit a little faster and I felt her box tighten in response. Alisha squealed before looking over her shoulder at me with pure lust. "Say it." "Okay! Okay! I'm your slut! I am your fuckin slut! Give this horny bitch a good fucking!" Alisha mumbled almost unable to talk. It happened suddenly and it was a first. Suddenly she jerked hard losing her rhythm again. Her voice came out in high pitched, breathless squeaks that was barely passing her lips. She closed her eyes jerking harder. "Oh shit! Oh fuck! God! Oh God!" She said over and over. It was like every muscle under her carmel brown skin suddenly tightened until completely tensing. She was cumming a second time and much harder then the first. I couldn't stand the sudden rush of liquid fire and clenching of her burning pussy. I grunted, closing my eyes just as I felt my balls began to empty deep into her pussy. Alisha was on the pill and we took full advantage of it. Probably not the brightest thing now when I look back. She rolled and undulated her body gracefully as she felt the hot, thick cum pumping into her depths. I grunted causing Alisha to shove her hips back and grind her ass deep against my pelvis. My dark hands held her light brown hips, and I was able to feel the bones just barely. We must had grind for some time before I finally had to pull out of her and Alisha lowered herself onto the bed with a contented sigh. Before long she rolled over onto her back exposing her secrets fully. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her sandy brown hair were in two pony tails for some reason that day. They sat heavily upon the dark sheets off the bed like woven ropes of perfection. Her swan like neck tilted her head back leading to her pronounced collarbone. Her firm, light brown breast were topped off by dark brown areolas and perked nipples. Each time Alisha took in a breath her ribs became momentarily visible an down further was the obscure trace of her tightened stomach muscles. Just below her small naval was the horizontal evidence of an old, nearly inch long scar. Alisha had narrowed hips leading down to two very long, shapely legs. The soft brown lips of her cunt were completely smooth. Their puffy, glistening petals were open surrendering a lewd and very delicious sight of her pink, well used seam. Autumn's Twilight Ch. 02 Thank all those who were kind enough to send feed back email and otherwise. Long as their are request to continue I will finish the Saga. Thanks again. Chapter 2: The Eclipse of Morals Alisha had left after our brief shower and make out session under the constantly falling, warm cascade of water. We were more then satisfied with the session that had taken place earlier so the shower stayed only a shower. She was beautiful there under that water. Alisha watched me through her eye lashes as droplets of water clung to them. Teasing with a lush smile from time to time. When our shower was complete she kissed me goodbye then walked from my front door, down the path and to her small, sea green Sedan across the street. She wore a beige skirt, sandals and a white blouse as she walked along with her bright red umbrella. The world was a gray tranquility of peace and the air smelled of water and saturated vegetation. She stood there a moment at her car after opening the driver side door. Alisha turned looking at me one last time causing her umbrella to tilt to the left over her shoulder. There under the towering Acorn tree dripping with water, beside that car beaded by rain water upon the slick, black asphalt she was a spirit of perfect. Alisha smiled warmly then waved before climbing into her car. Even though we weren't in love I respected and cared about her deeply. Autumn's, Brandon's and my own house had always been in close proximity of each others. It was an inaccurate triangle made up of scattered suburban neighborhoods, creeks and scatter groups of trees. I stepped outside closing and looking the front door behind me then doing the same to the, black security screen. Walking across the small cement path, I passed under several more large Acorn trees that dripped with rain water. I had dressed in my black, over sized sweater, jeans and my boots. Under the sweater was a simple gray t-shirt. I wasn't in the mood for a coat so I brought a black umbrella with me. As always it wasn't a long walk through the large, well groomed Town Houses of soft gray and browns. I crossed the street and cut through a rather large park that was teaming with children on sunny days. It was vacant, wet and quiet on that particular afternoon. It was kind of a short cut that took me through the neighborhood a bit quicker, riding my Bike was out of the question. I wasn't the type to risk it during rain. Autumn's home was nestled in a neighborhood of large, expensive, two story homes nestled in the artificial tranquility of Suburbia. All the homes often looked exactly exactly alike. A row of uniformed clones with little bits and pieces making some sort of shy attempt for individuality. The Black Mercedes was absent and I knew it meant her Father was out either drinking with his Brother or working late. Mr. Sita was often a very nice, if even very curt and stern man I had come to respect and admire on some levels. I walked up the driveway to the large, gray two story home trimmed with white. Some where in the neighborhood the uninspired and badly choreographed song of a wind chime played in obscurity. I pushed the small, white button framed by a gold circle and the sound of the bell inside was faint. "Come in!" A voice called out to me and I took hold of the brass handle, opening the door and walking in. I closed the door behind me and was greeted by the warmth of the house. It was something, large and spacious where large oil paints of seas, cliffs and skies hung on the walls. A light hung from a gold chain over the front door, surrounded by a crystal square. Weak, gray light seeped in past the slightly opened, heavy, maroon curtains about the living room. Near one of the windows Autumn sat at a circular, glass table framed by black wood. The chair looked victorian with a high, elaborately done legs, a high back and white cushion seat. A single black, thick, tall candle stood in the middle of the table on a silver, square shaped tray. Incense smoke rose and curled like an ash, gray serpent from a very simple, rectangular incense burning. Autumn's large yellow and brown tarot cards were sitting on the table as she cycled through them. It was all so elaborate and theatrical setting but I knew she was as real as hell. Though they were Punjabi, her Father was a man assimilated by the Western World, thus so was his daughter and former wife. Mr. Sita did not mind Autumn's dabbling much, he believed it was just a phase anyway. The friends I sometimes spoke to with a more traditional Father would have probably tried to slap her head off her shoulders. "Hello, hello." Autumn looked up from her Tarot cards and her full, black colored lips offered a musing sort of smile. She sat there in a deep red sweater and a flowing black skirt. Her thick, wavy, raven colored mane of hair hung about her shoulders. Her left sleeve was pulled up and I could see a large, silver bracelet with an oval shaped onyx crowning its center. Upon her index finger was a spider shaped, silver ring. Her boots sat near the front door because the carpet was a flawless white. When she smiled at me from where she sat I couldn't help but remember the little girl I had first met on Halloween. In my moment of nostalgia I had to wonder how she morphed from the sweet little girl to the devious, sly thing before me. It was akin to watching Dorothy suddenly terrorizing OZ and kidnapping Toto. "I take it you're ready, hmm?" "Sure, I wasn't doing anything important or enjoyable anyway." I mumbled sarcastically. "Aww, don't be upset with me my handsome little whore." Autumn laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with her. "God, you can be such a heinous cunt sometimes." I smirked at her before pulling the front door open. Autumn just grinned a moment before she rose from her chair then slid it back under the table. She walked with graceful steps, she had always been a very graceful girl and I wondered why she had never taken up some form of dancing. "Love me and despair." She quipped again. A favorite saying of her's for one reason or another. She stopped near me slipping on her boots then zipping them up. "Do I need an umbrella?" She asked curiously. "I would suggest one." I replied simply. "Okay then." She opened the closet door by the front entrance and reached in before producing a large, gray umbrella with a long, metal tip. I pulled the door open for her then she walked out before I closed it behind us. Autumn turned using her keys to lock up the house then slipping them back into the inside pocket of her sweater. "You seem like you are really looking forward to this." I mumbled to her before checking my watch. It was only 5:00 pm so we both had more then enough time to buy whatever the hell it was Brandon was trying to sell us. "What if he was just fuckin with you?" "Then I am going to give him an atomic groin stomp." Autumn laughed before we walked down to the sidewalk and began our track to Brandon's house. "A little grumpy that I interrupted you're fucking of Alisha, huh?" "We were done when you called." I smirked over at her. "She is such a slut. I am going to tell her when I see her tomorrow before Math." Autumn poked my arm. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Do I go bothering you when your off riding the Riley express?" I laughed a little. "No, I pack your bags and tell you to have a good time." "What can I say? I'm a girl who likes to travel from time to time." Autumn winked completely unashamed. "Besides, me and Riley haven't done much of anything since he and that so called band started playing at some of the local clubs and practicing more." "Ah, what do they call themselves again?" I asked curiously. We continued our track down the quiet, rain slicked streets. "Rebel Rouser." She groaned as if it was a painful thing to say. "What?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, next subject." Autumn rolled her eyes. "I know Brandon isn't joking about this. He knows how much I despise that little ass. Not much I wouldn't give to pay the little Princess back." "You have got to be kidding me." I couldn't help but laugh before looking over at her. "Your still fuming about the 6th grade?" "Hell fucking yes." Autumn frowned. "Natalie made me look stupid in front of the whole gym. That little bitch pants me. She made my life a living hell that entire year." There was a low distinctive bitterness in her tone. "Remind me not to get on your bad side." I nudged her with my elbow. "Let it go. You decked her in 7th grade." "No, I want to humiliate her like she did me all those times." Autumn shot me a look and it was times like that I could see something deep and fierce in those large, brown eyes. Autumn was a very spiteful soul when she felt wronged. I will never forget that about her. "And you promised me that night you would help me when the time came." "Yeah. Yeah." I said nonchalantly as we continued walking on. It grew very quiet for a while before her voice came from far behind me. "What? Have you changed your mind?" Autumn's tone had become stern. I stopped sliding a hand in my pocket turning to face her. I was kind of surprised that she had stopped walking but I was feeling much to aloof suddenly to take it deadly serious. "I don't recall saying that." "You swore!" Autumn stormed forward lowering her voice to a sharp whisper. "You going to play that numb shit and bail on me after having made a promise?" "Don't go getting on your high horse with me. Also, I'm not playing anything. It is what it is." I tilted my head watching her. She stopped only a few feet away watching me with those intense brown eyes. "Have I ever left you high and dry before?" "That doesn't answer my question, Zel." Autumn's frown grew and it made her lips a pensive, ebony line. "Whatever." I said before turning and walking on. "You want to stand here and bitch or do you want to go to Brandon's house? I said I had your back then and it didn't have an expiration date. Chill." I didn't hear the click clacking of Autumn's boots so I turned again watching her. I was surprised when her eyes had taken that sadness, that soft veil that always filled them even when she smiled. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." She began to walk again finally catching up with me. Sometimes I had to wonder if I was the only one with a problem that needed to be treated. I placed my arm over her shoulder and she sighed quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that." "Its cool." I said with a sort of sincerity that surprised even me. I could feel the ice melting and there was a remote tingle but it could had been any emotion. An exuberant high or crippling low so I choose to continue feeling mostly numb then risking it. "You get this way while there are revolts in OZ." "Shuddap, you can be such a bastard sometimes." Autumn shoved me away laughing and it did me good to hear it. To me she was still that little girl that I let no one hurt in grade school. Autumn and I continued walking for another 10 or so minutes before the large, brown, two story home came into view. It was in an expensive court near several, Spanish Moss trees that stood near the edge of the creek and field beyond the court's tall cement wall. I somehow expected Brandon's parent's to be absent. Out of the three of us his were gone the most. I took comfort in the fact that my own Mother was home at the same time everyday and not missing quite often. I followed Autumn up the driveway before we closed our Umbrella's and rang the doorbell. We waited for a few moments before we heard rushing footsteps and the front door was yanked open. Before Autumn or I could say anything, Brandon reached out and snatched us into the house before closing the door quickly. "What in hell was that all about?" Autumn asked after having stumbled in dropping her umbrella. Brandon had grown taller and bigger then me, his skin was also darker due to the long hours he spent outside in the sun day after day. His hair was dreaded and he wore only a pair of jean shorts that fell below his knees. His shoulders and chest were broad and everything about him seemed powerful and confident. I have to admit I was a little envious of him. I was slender, even though well toned and lean but my looks were softer. "Come on, there isn't a lot of time!" "Umm...okay." I said with a blink. "What the hell are you up to?" "I'm about to make Autumn's dream come true." Brandon grinned folding his arms causing the muscles of his arms to become all the more apparent. "What are you talking about?" Autumn leaned in a little curiously and a small grin curved her lips. "What have you done?" "Oh lord." I sighed almost not wanting to know. The two had been getting me into shit and trouble for years by then. "You said you were going to pay Natalie back, right?" Brandon's smug grin grew all the more but some how it always made him charming. "I swear if you follow my plan you are so going to get that and plus more!" "What have you done you beautiful boy?" Autumn stepped forward. "Princess is coming over right now. She told Kendall she couldn't go to her house because she had a lot to do." Brandon rubbed his hands together in anticipation and I had to laugh. "Listen. You two are going to hide in the closet. There is more then a enough room, I fuckin swear there is. There is a polaroid in the closet. We'll get down and dirty first then I'll convince her to take a quick shower or some shit like that with me. You both then act like you came through the front door and wait in the game room. That is so soon she walks on out all pretty like, naked and wet; you take the picture of her naked, Autumn!" "Oh my God! Oh my God! Pleasure overload!" Autumn rubbed her temples and for a moment I thought she would die of joy. "Oh shit! You wonderful boy!" "You know it." Brandon winked. "Natalie will think the two of you just walked in and caught us. I can still look innocent and enjoy the game." Brandon punched my arm but not enough to cause pain. "Wait till you see this pretty little slut naked. Goddamn, I thought I would pass out when she first told me she wanted to fuck and started to get undress." "Oh this is sweet! This, this is too sweet!" Autumn shoved Brandon causing him to laugh. "Oh! I so owe you! You beautiful boy! You so rawk!" "What can I say? I'm a miracle." Brandon gave her a quick hug. "You in, Zel?" "Hmm." I honestly had to think about it. "You promised." Autumn turned looking at me quickly. "I guess I can't leave you two mofo's unsupervised." I couldn't turn them down even if I wanted to. It had always been the three of us, that is how it was and should have always remained. Just me, Autumn and Brandon against the world no matter what the world threw at us. We were conspirators in the very sense of the word. I could write an entire book about all the plots we drug one another in, I would be lying to say I wasn't often the ring leader. Though Autumn's plots and tricks could rival mine any day. Brandon was the ball's of the group, installing courage when one or both of us would worry or get scared. "Good, because I am going to need you. Oh this is going to be most unfortunate, most unfortunate indeed for Natalie." Autumn grinned winking at me before we turned following Brandon up the steps. I wouldn't say we were all laughing as much as cackling together. The entire home had been decorated to fit a Spanish Style Decor. It was a very beautiful home but I tried never to envy my friends because I felt like I was betraying my Mother if I did. She was a Youth Pastor and worked as hard as she could. She worked in he community and even took in a Child or two from time to time if needed. She was loved and respected by hundreds and that to me could not be bought. Brandon's door burst open and we stumbled in causing Brandon to nearly trip and fall on his face. The cackling had reached a higher pitch and at that moment I knew we were whole that night. Autumn was beside herself with a sort of glee that made her face glow and her eyes shine. Brandon rushed across the large room where the walls were filled with posters of Rappers and R&B artist. His bed was a king size near a deep brown nightstand. The shades were drawn shut but the faint light still seeped in enough to give us enough of a view to not run into anything. "What I tell you?" Brandon motioned to the large, white sliding doors of his closet. "Perfect view! Just like I promised. But the two of you have to be quiet as hell!" "I think I could cum if this gets any better." Autumn grinned wide at us and it was something of deviance and revenge. The girl was on a high and nothing short of the world suddenly exploding was going to bring her down. I knew how she could get when she was in those manic like highs. Autumn had always been a very sly and sometimes deceptive girl. At that moment she was just plain sinister. "Calm down, Girl." I laughed petting her on the head. "Let's just say we get the plan in motion first, hmm?" "I knew you would come around." Autumn reached out taking my chin in her hands and shaking it like an old woman would do a small child. "What a good boy! What a good boy!" I swiftly swatted at her hand but she yanked her hand back with a high pitched yelp causing us to all begin laughing again. Brandon rolled his shoulders then sat on his bed. "Wait till you hear some of the crazy shit that comes out of her mouth. Like she is possessed or something." "So, lil miss prim and proper isn't what she pretends to be?" Autumn cooed and some how her grin only grew. "Pfft! That girl is so fast there should be a tail light on her ass." Brandon laughed. "I thought you liked her?" Autumn tilted her head. "No one comes before my Witch." Brandon winked. "You know that. Yeah, she is a great fuck and she is kind of cool to hang out with but that's all." "You beautiful boy." Autumn walked over kissing him on the head before offering a musing smile. "How did you get so sweet, hmm?" "Shit if I know. Just lookin out for mah girl." Brandon fell back on the bed. "My, what would I do without the two of you?" Autumn looked between the two of us still grinning like a maniac. There was something very dark and magical about her when she became that way. When the gears in her head began to turn and she was plotting or angry. She walked back over to me poking my stomach with one of her very long, slender fingers. "And remember, you promised me that night on the phone." "Your in too deep." Brandon rolled onto his side. "You'll never escape now. You'll always be one of us." "One of us." Autumn grin brightened. "One of us." Brandon chanted again. "One of us!" Autumn added with more vigor. "One of us!" Brandon went on. "One of us!" Autumn added a spooky tone to her voice. "Will the two of you shut the hell up." I laughed shaking my head. "When have I ever bailed?" "You never bail, my good man." Brandon chuckled. "Though your a depressing bastard, you serve a great purpose." "I warn you. I am going to get that favor our of you tonight, Zel." Autumn sat on the bed near Brandon. "I need you. Okay?" She added more seriously and those brown eyes stared intensely at me. "Stop with the dramatics will ya?" I shrugged. "Long as you aren't going to jump out the closet and wail on her or strangle her pretty little ass to death then I'm all for it." "No, but when I am done Natalie will wish I beat her ass and let it be." Autumn gave me a lazy smile. The doorbell rung and we all froze for a minute. The house was silent and it was as if all our minds had momentarily gone blank. "Shit! She's here!" "Come on, my melancholy boy!" Autumn jumped off the bed and rushed for the closet. She snatched my hand cackling before dragging me into the door and shutting it mostly behind us. "Oh, this is going to be perfect." She literally rubbed her hands together again. "So very, very perfect." Autumn's Twilight Ch. 02 "You're scaring me." I mumbled. "Just wait and see." She poked me in the dark before we huddled close together. "You're just excited as me. No matter how nonchalant you get, you can fool everyone but Brandon and Me. Me most of all." She laughed a little before putting her arm over my shoulder. I had never looked at Autumn as a sexual woman. She was just one of my best friend and even there huddled in the dark as she was pressed close to me smelling of apple with her full breast pushed up against my back, she was still just Autumn. I loved her dearly but it wasn't that sort of love. We all had and still spent the night over each other's house, swam together and even fell asleep on the same bed sometimes listening to music but nothing ever happened. That is the genius of life. No one can predict how or when it may change. You can either roll with it or defy it and either be driven to madness, depression or even death. In the end Time will be the winner as everything is broken and all creatures die. Brandon rushed out of the room leaving the bedroom door open. Autumn was on the tip of her toes peering eagerly over my shoulder through the sliver of space we left in the opening of the closet. "Can't you feel that? That energy? Kali has blessed me. This is all going to happen and you even came to help me." Her whisper was very soft and laden with conspiracy. That name, that primordial name. It was the first time I had ever heard it but it would not be the last. Soon, I would know that name all too well. "Don't get too eager and ruin it." I whispered back to her quietly. "You're too close to mess up now." "I know." I could literally feel her grin. "I finally got her. I swear to you, Zel. I am going to savor every fucking moment of this." "What are you planning?" I asked her curiously. "That would be telling." Autumn wrapped her arms around my neck and continued to peer over my shoulder. "Just remember your promise. We never break promises to one another." "I know." I said simply. Just then I could hear Brandon and Natalie talking as they were obviously approaching his room. I could hear her high, quick paced voice and I knew it was definitely her. Autumn gave a low, quiet and very venomous hiss. She definitely knew it was the girl. I could feel the hate waiving from her and she was like a spider sitting on a web or a snake hidden but poised to strike. Brandon walked into the room first followed by the little Princess. She was a Filipino girl standing at about 5'2 with a very dark, olive complexion. Her hair was cut fashionably short and dyed a very light brown. Princess was a very lithe girl with a sort of soft, fragile sort of beauty about her. She had a very feminine face with deep set, almond shaped eyes the color of coal. Her thin lips were painted a soft plum color as she smiled talking to Brandon. Princess wore a powder blue, baby tee that revealed her mid-drift. Her stomach had no muscle but instead was just very flat with a naval pierced by a small pink stud. Her and a matching skirt that feel just above her knees. Upon her feet were a matching pair of expensive sneakers. Over her right arm she was carrying a fuzzy, matching, coat that went perfectly with her outfit. "What did you tell Kendall?" Brandon asked curiously before he sat on his bed. "I told her I had somethings I had to do. That isn't a lie, there are somethings I feel like I really have to do." Natalie's soft pink tongue brushed over her plumb colored lips. The girl definitely wasn't the head of the student council and union when she was alone. She was very prim, proper and highly intelligent. The sort of person that walked with her back straight and head held high, she wasn't as much of a bully anymore as she was a complete and utter snob. Natalie had a very nasty habit of speaking sweetly but being condescending on a sly note. I felt Autumn lean forward to hear a little better. I understood perfectly at that moment what the line in Macbeth meant. "To be like the Serpent under the Lily." The little Princess wasted no time when she walked over to Brandon and slid her small hands over his jean covered lap. "See, a little creative truth telling." "Guess you got a good point." Brandon sat back on his bed calmly watching her from where he was propped on his elbows. Brandon was one to always play it cool and I could tell he was just enjoying the sight of her. Letting her come to him. "I always make a good point, baby." Princess whispered before she unzipped his shorts with her small hands. Even her well manicured nails were a soft, powder blue. She slid her right hand onto the crotch of his pants before leaning in to kiss him. Natalie and Brandon began an unyielding, lustful duel with their tongues and it caused her to moan quietly from time to time. When they broke the kiss her wrist moved up and down at a very subtle pace. "Having a little trouble, Brandon?" "Nah, just waiting for you to convince me." Brandon smirked at her before brushing one of his large hands over her cheek. "You need convincing?" Natalie cooed before she rose one of toned, deep olive colored legs from the floor and placed her foot on the bed next to him. It caused the lean muscle in her thigh and calf to slightly flex, even if they weren't much to flex they were flawless and very smooth looking. "How about you pull up my skirt a little and I promise you there is some inspiration for that thick cock of yours." "What a little slut." Autumn whispered. "Who would have ever guessed?" "Jealous?" I whispered back only to be pinched hard. Brandon sat up lazily looking her over though his eyes were filled with an obvious hunger. He brushed a large, dark hand over her soft thigh before catching the hem of her skirt and then slowly sliding it up. He took his time revealing her skin as he place soft kisses on each newly exposed patch of skin. Finally he slide his hands up her thigh and to her waist hiking the skirt up. I admit that I didn't like Natalie but she was a very nicely sculpted piece of art. Her ass was just as smooth and flawless as her legs, just above them were two small dimples. A well manicured rectangle of soft, wispy black hair stood above her pussy. The soft, brown lips were puffy with arousal and glistened with a gentle, syrupy sort of wetness. With her smooth leg propped up high on the bed next to Brandon, it caused the soft lips to slightly part and reveal its deep, crinkly, pink seam. Those fleshy, petals of her labia were exposed and ridiculously wet. They were oddly large for a girl her size but I doubt that was even a remotely bad thing. It seemed that Natalie was in such a rush she had forgotten to bring a pair of panties with her. "Damn." Brandon mumbled in appreciation. He slid those large, strong hand over the inside of her thigh before brushing his fingers through the perfectly trimmed, patch of dark hair then brushed his fingers over her soft, begging pussy. Natalie sucked in a breath and her hips jumped involuntarily. She looked down watching as his thick, dark fingers manipulating those soft, damp folds of her cunt. Spreading, yielding and curling under his eager but slow and careful touch. "Ooo." Natalie cooed before she gave his jean clad cock a nice squeeze. She unzipped his shorts and reached in. I watched her small hand vanish into the fly wrist deep. "I can tell you are appreciating my efforts. Good, because right now I am a really horny, tense, bitch and I could use a good fucking to loosen me up for tomorrow's speech. You know how stressed I am before those sort of things." "You know I am always at your service, baby doll." Brandon kissed her on her waist just above the soft strip of hair causing her to sigh gently. "I consider myself a big supporter of politics." "Wow." I mumbled. "I guess she really is a bit..well...wild." "Yeah." Autumn whispered. "I can't believe this is her!" "You telling me?" I continued to watch closely. Natalie pulled her hand out of Brandon's fly and in its petite grasp she tugged his thick, dark rod free. I heard Autumn whisper a 'holy shit!" when Brandon's cock came into view. I had to agree. His cock was about six inches but it was freakishly thick with a large head. That ebony staff had veins running along it and it was obviously ready to help Natalie out with her problem. Her small, deep brown hand couldn't come close to wrapping around that tool! Brandon sighed when she lowered her leg. She ushered him closer to the edge of the bed. "Do you want me to get to my knees and suck this cock like a whore you just brought off the street?" Natalie whispered seductively to him. "Come on, baby. Tell me what to do." "You know I do, baby doll." Brandon winked at her remaining cool. "You know what I want to hear." Natalie began to slowly stroke his thick cock before leaning in and kissing him on his chin. "Come on, get into it. Treat me like you did on Monday." "That's what you want?" Brandon brushed a hand through her hair then down the side of her neck. "I should of known a little cock slut like you couldn't keep away." Natalie soft, almost girlish face took on a sort of dreamy, lustful expression as her eyes searched over his face. "Please, don't make me suck this big cock. It's too big, I can't do it!" She suddenly pleaded with him in a very soft and convincing tone. "Do it, whore." Brandon demanded her with a low deep voice. "Get on your goddamn knees and suck my fuckin dick. I want what I paid for, slut." Natalie sunk to her knees gracefully before unbuttoning his shorts then easily pulling both them and the deep, gray boxers off. She continued to jack his thick cock off with slow, purposeful strokes. Natalie sighed before leaning in and slowly running her soft, pink tongue along the head before she drug her tongue down the underside of his cock. Without warning she began licking at his large, dark balls before she moan sucking one of the flesh covered orbs into her more then welcoming mouth. Brandon groaned brushing his hand through her hair as he watched her. "Okay, I now agree. She is a slut..but look at her go." I whispered blinking. "And then some." Autumn whispered back to me and I could hear a small increase in her breathing. "Seems like everyone is getting laid but me." "Aww." I whispered mockingly as we continued to watch the scene of carnality before us. Natalie slide her hands over Brandon's dark thighs as she leaned forward causing her firm little ass to stick out all the more. The muscles of her thighs and calves became taunt. Natalie began lapping at the second of his balls before she sucked it eagerly into her mouth with an audible sound. She opened her mouth wider slowly engulfing both his large, sensitive orbs into her hot little mouth. She began to suckle and lightly tug causing the deep, dark skin of his scrotum to sometimes stretch slightly. Brandon couldn't help but groan with pleasure. "That's right you horny little bitch. Do a good job." "Mmm, I love cock." Natalie whispered after letting his wet balls fall from her mouth. "Mmm, your baby doll loves to suck fucking cock!" She drug her tongue back over the entire underside before she suddenly began to hungrily gobble and devour his dick. Her plumb colored lips some how stretched about the exposed monster with seemingly no discomfort. We could hear the wet slurps and swallowing sounds as Natalie was suddenly possessed with a sort of hypnotic madness. Brandon was groaning non-stop by that point as her head bobbed up and down his thick tool. He then had the nerve to look over towards Autumn and me while Natalie was moaning and slurping away. He winked at us before looking back down at her. She had worked more then half his cock into her hungry mouth. Autumn and I stood there transfixed by the hungry transformation, she was servicing Brandon with a fire I never seen before. Devoting her mouth to the cause of his pleasure. Finally she pulled her mouth free of his shaft and began licking and lapping at the swollen head. Natalie sometimes let his thick, dark shaft slip from her mouth and it was slick with saliva causing the ebon skin to glow. One of her small hands gripped about his base and her small, pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lavish attention about the swollen head. Brandon ground his teeth at her greedy task. Natalie's small hand began to jerk his cock off causing the veins to become all the more visible even as she licked and sucked at the head. Clear, hot, precum oozed from the opening and she voraciously lapped it away before shoving as much as she can back into her mouth. "Goddamn." Brandon grunted as she continued on. It was hot in that closet and filled with the scent of Autumn's apple perfume. I wasn't sure what she was getting off on more. The fact she was going to get Natalie or the lewd show before us. I could feel her chin resting on my shoulder and her breathing was still elevated. "Does Alisha ever does that for you?" Autumn whispered very quietly. "Yeah, but holy shit No where near that level." I whispered back to her. "You ever do that for Reily?" "Yes, I hope just as good or much, much better." I could feel her grin. Brandon gently pulled Natalie's head away from his throbbing cock and he sighed. Before standing to his feet and looking down at her. Natalie looked dazed and surprised as she stared up at him upon her knees. She gripped his cock with one hand and began to slowly stroke it. "Why you stop me, baby? Wasn't it good?" "Too good." Brandon chuckled. "Damn, where you learn to suck cock like that?" "What can I say?" Natalie flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft. "I'm a natural." Brandon reached down grabbing her by her shoulders and pulling her up to her feet. Natalie squealed with a laugh before she kissed at his chest rubbing her hands over its broad expanse. "You going to fuck me now? You going to give it to this dirty little slut the way she needs it?" Her voice was soft, pleading and teasing all at once. "Come on, hold me down on that bed and pound my pussy." She rose her arms letting Brandon pulled off her top. Her body was taunt and lithe making some of her ribs slightly visible under her deep, olive colored skin. Her breast were small, firm and high upon her chest. Those ripe mounds were tear dropped shaped and tipped off by long, deep brown nipples that had completely stiffened. Brandon turned her towards the bed and pushed her down on top of it. Natalie squealed with another laugh before her lips formed a lustful smile. Her eyes were smoldering with sexuality when she spread her legs slowly giving him a complete and utter view of her drenched, eager cunt. "Come on, give me the fucking I deserve." Brandon pulled her skirt up around her waist, much to her delight, and pulled her around until she was facing the closet. He crawled around behind her and caught her leg by the soft thigh, pulling her leg up as he kissed at the nap of her neck. "God, you make me feel so good. Fuck me like you own me! I'm such a nasty girl, punish me good daddy! Fuck me until I beg like a whore for you!" Natalie reached down taking hold of his straining cock and lead it to her awaiting snatch. The thick, dark head caused those soft brown lips to part as they hugged it wetly. Natalie moaned and her hips began to slowly undulate.The bones of her hips and pelvis were visible as she kept that pose. Brandon groaned and began to thrust his hips causing his cock to begin vanishing between those stretching lips. The labia curled and uncurled with the in and out strokes, more and more of Brandon's slab of rigid meat glowed with Natalie's copious juices. His heavy balls jumped with each thrust and he rose her leg a little higher. Natalie was suddenly beside herself with pleasure as she gripped at the covers of the bed, her face a lustful mask of bliss. Suddenly there came one last thrust and Brandon bottom out in her burning, drowning depths. Natalie nearly screamed as her eyes closed. She reached her arm back and wrapped it around Brandon's neck. Brandon was kissing and nuzzling the side of her own neck. The encouragement was causing visible shivers to sometimes wrack her body. They became a wicked, spectacle of flesh, lust and sin. Natalie's face was screwed up from all the sex pouring from and entering her body. Her hips were shoving and pounding into his in own. The muscles along her stomach and thighs tightened under the welcome stress. They gave up their humanity. Trading it for that intense and very pure moment of animalistic fucking. From them came grunts, growls and groans to express their passion. They weren't in love or trying to make love, it was fucking at its purest form. An audible slap of meeting flesh and a continuous string of obscene words made a vicious praise of sinful pleasure. "Oh my..." Autumn whispered laying her head on my shoulder so her ear and my shirt would meet. The heat in the closet was something more then just friendly even if we weren't paying attention to it. "Oh god! Oh god!" Natalie began crying out as her body tensed. Brandon grunted loudly as he ran his hand over her small body. Her small, perky tits were jumping and jutting wildly. Natalie let out a long, mewling sort of cry as her body shuddered hard and she ground her hips back against his own. Brandon buried his cock as deep as he could. They were obviously cumming. Finally it ended and they both were breathing hard. "Oh shit..." "Damn, Natalie." Brandon kissed along her slender shoulders and brushed his hands over her slender body. "I think it is safe to say I am very, very relaxed." Natalie mused before laughing. She sighed moving slowly to dislodge his cock. It was freed with a soft, wet slurp of her hot cunt. "Thanks to you I am going to nail that speech." "Come on. Let's hit the showers." Brandon rolled onto his back then stood to his feet. His slimy, coated cock was beginning to soften. He reached out helping Natalie to her feet causing her to giggle. "Hurry, I don't want to leak." Natalie winked at him before switching out across the room then stopping at the door. She turned looking over her shoulder then winking. Brandon walked over placing his large hands over her hips and the two left the room talking. Me and Autumn waited until several seconds after the bathroom door closed. She very carefully slid the closet door open and crept out. I followed her before we both stood there a moment. "Hmm. I am almost sorry to go and ruin her night like I am about to." Autumn chuckled low. "Really?" I asked curiously. "No." She said simply holding the camera in her right hand. "Remember, Zel. You said you would help." "Sheeh. You casting a broken record spell or something?" I rose a brow before we walked out of the bedroom together. "What a little porn star." Autumn quipped. "Well I hope she isn't done yet." There came that grin upon her face. It wasn't her sort of, tight lip sort of grin but one that showed her pearly, white teeth. I could read the smile a lot like she could read the ominious reading of her cards. I knew without a doubt that something sinister was coming. And somehow I knew I would not resist the call of the siren that kept the three of us together. It was a dark and unseen thing, we were linked and that night would prove just how tightly. To Be Continued... Autumn's Twilight "What the hell was that all about, hmm?" Alisha smiled deviously before sliding her hands under her head. "You were in rare form today, Zel." "Shit if I know." I laid beside her still trying to catch my breath. The Porns made it all look so easy, it was like they could go non-stop for hours will little to no trouble. I knew I was no stud as me and Alisha laid side by side on that large bed. It would take years for me to find out that Porn's had been shot in various scenes and not all at once but by then my already growing dislike for them would make leaps and bounds until I just found them to be a complete turn off. The room had gone quiet without the constant squeaking of the bed frame and her mingled sounds of pleasure. My room was a place of heavy, polished wood furniture, books, candles and small statues I sat all about. Outside the rains whispered across the roof, against the windows and gurgled quietly through the gutters. I could hear the water falling from all the trees just outside the upstairs window. Alisha reached over and brushed her hand over my flat stomach before brushing her finger tip over the the dramatically smaller and definitely spent cock. She then rolled over onto her side laying her slender arm over my chest. "You never fucked me like that. Hell, I never been fucked like that. Did I do something that turned you on?" "I think it was the rain and just seeing you walk around in that skirt and blouse today." I reached over before looking into Alisha's face. I suddenly had the urge to kiss her on the lips so I did. She giggled then laid her head on my chest with a low sigh. "I just couldn't get enough of you I guess." "Well, feel free to get like that more often." Alisha winked before grinning. The black, older model phone rung in my room and I reached over blindly feeling around for it. I was not fortunate enough to have my own line but beggars can't be choosers. I finally felt the cool plastic brush over my palm just as it rung a second time. I picked up the receiver even as Alisha kissed at the side of my neck before nuzzling close. "Hello?" "You won't believe this!" Autumn suddenly said loudly. "Guess what Brandon told me?" "I dunno. Shoot." I said simply though I felt a surge of excitement. "He says he has been fucking that annoying little princess, Natalie!" Autumn exclaimed. "Do you believe that?" "He said what!?" I couldn't help but bust out laughing. "Brandon is lying like a rug and he knows it! How could you be so gullable?" "Pfft! Did I grew up under power lines?" Autumn chuckled. "He says he has proof but we have to get their by six!" "Is that Autumn?" Alisha asked curiously. "Oh my god! You're boinking that Alisha slut, aren't you!" Autumn accused. "That ass!" Alisha gasped laughing. "Tell that skank I said hello!" Autumn said sweetly. "Autumn says hello, skank." I instantly regretted being the messanger boy when Alisha punched me in the arm hard. "Owe! Don't shoot the messanger!" "Tell her punk ass I said sit on it and rotate." Alisha giggled. "Ouch!" Autumn laughed loudly before going on. "We have to go! This is too good to pass up!" "Wait, isn't she's Kendall's supposed best friend?" I smirked over at Alisha who batted her eyes at me innocently. "Yes! That blonde that Brandon been dating." Autumn exclaimed. "I so have to see this! Come on! It will be like an amusement park, but without the rides and the cool stands. Okay, so not very much like the amusement park. But you have to come! I want to see if that mouthy little sneak is really fucking Brandon." "God, I hate you." I mumbled. "Must I?" "Yessssss." Autumn said in a playfully sinister voice. "Love me and despair, baby." "Fine, see you in about a half an hour." I mumbled with a small laugh then hung up before she could go on about some other smart ass comment. "Isn't Kendall dating Brandon?" Alisha asked curiously. "I guess Brandon is always going to be the sausage express." I laughed shaking my head. "But he could just messing with our heads. Still I told the crazy psycho on the phone I would go with her and once you make a promise to a psycho...well..." "I was leaving anyway. I have to beat my parents home." Alisha kissed me on the brow then pushed up on her elbows. "Tell me about it in the morning?" She grinned. "You know it, sweetheart." I kissed her on the shoulder and then on the lips. Then silently I stood pulling her to her feet. "A quick shower?" I said to her causing a smile to grow across her full lips. Little did I know that day was the beginning of the end and things would never be the same from that moment ever after it. If only I had known...I wish I had known... To Be Continued... With the right feedback of course.