8 comments/ 19750 views/ 10 favorites Curiosity Ch. 01 By: lizperson Just as you take my hand, Just as you write my number down, just as the drinks arrive, just as they play your favorite song. . . "You know Kris, I think Radiohead might be the greatest band...*inhale*...ever..." "Ha, yeah . . . *inhale* . . . don't I know it. They always make me feel better on shitty days. Just like . . . *inhale* . . . this . . ." Finally, some calm in my hectic life. Nothing like weed and Radiohead to calm the mind. This almost perfect week had turned out to be a lie, just like everything else. I just needed to get away. So Lynne and I decided to drive away and be alone. . . . Before the night owl, before the animal noises, closed circuit cameras, before you're comatose . . . Like I said, my week was seemingly perfect. I brought in some kick-ass grades, my mom and I were finally getting along, and I was graduating soon...everything I worked hard for finally seemed to be coming together. But all of this didn't seem important after I was stabbed in the back by the person I least expected. My best friend Ariel and her boyfriend of a year and a half had gotten into a huge argument that resulted in their breakup. It left her distraught, and I knew I had to console her somehow. Not one for drugs to remedy her sadness, I thought I'd treat her to a Girl's Day at the nearest outlet instead. That way, we could talk about her upsetting situation with Rob. There was a lot more shopping than talking, and I never found out what the basis of the argument was, and I knew I needed to know so I could help her. If Rob needed an ass kicking, I needed to know. Call it nosy. I don't care. Later on, I spoke to Rob about it. He seemed reluctant to talk to me, but I assured him that it was okay, and that I wasn't going to curse him out. I didn't even have a reason to. I just wanted to know what the hell was going on with him and my best friend. Again, he seemed reluctant about sharing information with me. I didn't think it'd be that bad, so I told him not to beat around the bush. But the next words out of his mouth made me so sick to my stomach, that I seriously considered vomiting my lunch onto the ground. For the past few months, my best friend had been fucking around with my current, well, not so current boyfriend, Carter, behind my back. Carter and I had been going out for longer than Ariel and Rob. We met at the beginning of junior year at a football game. He was tall (about 6'2") and pretty built, had very short blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes of anyone I had ever met. He was very arrogant, yet I loved it. I couldn't help myself. "Bad boys" turned me on. We really didn't click at first, but over time we grew to like each other. I had never been as intimate with a guy until I was with Carter. He had even been the one to take my virginity. Everything felt so right with him. I never really thought he would leave me, and I never had a reason to leave him. I always thought I was more than enough woman for him, but I guess I was wrong. How Rob found out, I don't know, but I knew that there was hell to pay. Rob wanted to find Carter and destroy him and, frankly, I wanted to as well. I wanted to drop that motherfucker while at the same time ripping each and every single strand of hair from Ariel's body. I wanted her to feel pain like no other. I was so pissed. From then on, I had a rain cloud over my head. I felt so shitty about myself. I became extremely antisocial; I barely talked to my friends and family. I called in sick to work just to sulk in my room with my music drowning out my thoughts. I smoked like a forest on fire. Anything to keep me thinking about what had happened. I didn't even do anything to resolve the situation, except break up with Carter through Facebook. It was tacky, but he deserved it. Word spread about my break up with Carter and why (probably due to Rob and his friends). All I got was pity from people, and it did nothing to lighten my mood. Ariel actually had the audacity to come up to me to talk about it. That got me even more upset. Not wanting to cause too much of a scene, I told her to back off and not speak to me again. Thankfully, she got the message immediately. Carter was braver. He tried coming over to my house while I was out so he could ambush me in front of my mom and stepdad (they loved him). Unfortunately for him, his plan backfired. I had already told my parents (I'm not an idiot) and they threatened to unleash hell's fury on him if he didn't leave our property. That was actually pretty funny, I must admit. My somber mood was making everyone miserable. Finally, Lynne, my next door neighbor, wouldn't allow me to sit in my room and sulk any longer. So, there we were, by the beach, smoking a bowl, listening to the soulful sound of Thom Yorke's voice as it slowly massages our minds. Truly relaxing. . . . Jigsaw falling into place, There is nothing to explain, Regard each other as you pass, She looks back, you look back, Not just once, not just twice . . . "So...what now Kristi? Have you planned on getting sweet revenge on the mother fuckers who hurt you?" "Honestly, I don't fucking know anymore. I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, I just want to walk away from all of this crap. I don't even wanna think about it. Can we just not talk about it?" "Alright . . ." "Hey, let's go somewhere else. I don't feel like staying in this same spot all night. You know that really big meadow over by Eisenhower Park? I wouldn't mind lying down over by there. Star gazing . . ." "Woah, wait, not that one over by that really big abandoned manor, right?" "Yes, what's the prob-" "No, Kris, no! Are you high?!" "Haha . . . yea . . ." "Oh, well, so am I, but that's beside the point. You do realize that manor is haunted? Like ghosts and demons and such? I don't know about you, but I don't feel comfortable going there." "Ghosts and demons? Are you fucking serious?" "Hell yes I am! Connor and Jake were telling me about it. Some little girl was attacked by her dad or something." "I cannot believe you listened to those idiots." "They aren't idiots, Kris. And I asked my aunt about it. She said the same thing they did." "Jesus, Lynne…" "We aren't going. I am not driving us there." I should have taken my car, I thought. "Fine. I'll walk." "No, you can't do that, Kris, it's too far away. And I'm not comfortable with you going there either...by yourself, no less. Geez, let's just stay here. What's wrong with the beach?" I sighed heavily and hopped out of the car with iPod, somewhat frustrated. I was tired of arguing with people. I decided I'd just walk a couple miles and lay down for a few hours in meadow listening to music. I just needed more time to myself anyways. *** "You've been eyeing me all night. You expecting something?" He looked her up and down and looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I see. Well, d'you wanna dance cutie?" He took a sip from his drink and set it down on the bar. "No." "C'mon. You know you wanna." She let out a small drunken giggle. She watched him and waited for an answer while he downed the rest of this drink and got down from the bar. "I'm leaving now. If you'd like to join me, you'd better hurry up." He walked away from the bar towards the exit. Drunk blondie grabbed her purse and hurried after him. "Your place or mine?" she said with another drunken giggle. "Yours." "Okay. We'll take my car." They arrived at her apartment and sat down on her couch. He pulled her close and started kissing and nibbling her neck. "Should we take this to my bedroom?" she whispered, loving the feeling of his warm mouth on her neck and his hands all over her body. He continued to suckle the skin above her collarbone. His hands held onto her sides as he began to slide her shirt up towards her breasts. She started breathing heavily as his hand squeezed her breast gently over her lacy black bra, his thumb grazing over her sensitive nipple. His mouth moved higher up over her neck as his fangs elongated. He sank his teeth deep into her jugular and a wave of mind numbing pleasure rippled through her body. She didn't know what he was doing, but she loved the deep throbbing in her core. He continued to drink deeply from her and she let out a loud strangled moan and blacked out as her quickly approaching orgasm ripped through her body. He licked over the bite marks in her neck and laid her gently on the couch. His fangs retracted as he straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair. He left the apartment inconspicuously and ran off into the night… *** Having more time to myself seemed to be exactly what I needed. Why did everything bad have to happen at once? Was this karma? Was God upset with me because I made poor choices? Was this a sign telling me that I shouldn't have trusted those assholes? I just didn't get it. And nothing frustrated me more than not understanding. I knew that eventually, things would get better. I'd get over the fact that my best friend (who was a whore to begin with) fucked my ex-boyfriend. I'd get over the fact that I would probably never breathe a word to her anymore. I was sort of okay with it. But that didn't stop the hurt from consuming my thoughts. I even thought about hooking up with Rob, but that was far too tacky for me, and I didn't feel like stooping to her level. But then, I started feeling dowdy. Ariel was so desirable. Every guy wanted to hook up with her, and most did. She was a little taller than me, with a clear tanned complexion. Her dark brown hair was about shoulder length, and she had beautiful bright green eyes. She was pretty okay in the chest department (a B cup, maybe?), but lacked greatly in the ass department. Yet guys seemed to flock to her like ducks to bread. I, on the other hand, am 5'4" with a milk chocolate complexion. I'm a C cup with a sizable ass, thick thighs and toned calves from working out occasionally. My hair is straight, black, and falls down below my shoulders. I guess I could be considered cute, but not smoking hot. Not "Ariel" hot. The only thing I lack in is confidence. I also have some pretty bad habits, like smoking weed and cigarettes and having an occasional drink. No wonder why my boyfriend cheated on me with her. He probably had his sights set on her from the beginning. Wow. Being used to get to your best friend. I never really understood what that felt like until just then. I started getting angry again. "I need . . . fuck . . ." I checked my pockets for my cigarettes, but I didn't feel them or my phone. I realized I probably left them in Lynne's car. When I thought about her, I started to feel bad about the way I acted. I shouldn't have been so short with her. Damn, I'm such a bitch. I should go apologize to her tomorrow. I thought about what she said about the manor being haunted. I never believed in any of that crap. All those shows about ghost whisperers and real haunted houses seemed silly to me. It didn't seem possible and made no sense whatsoever. I bet if someone fixed that old house up, it'd be quite nice, I thought. It was a large, three-story, off-white (due to its dirtiness) 1840s Victorian styled manor big enough for a family of five or six, or possibly two small families. The large wraparound porch was made of rotting wood and the windows were so caked in dust and mold that no one would be able to see through them - not like they wanted to anyways. The meadow was essentially the backyard of the manor and was large and surrounded by trees. There was a dirt path opposite of the back porch that led to Eisenhower State Park, which was where I came in from. There was also a single large oak tree in the backyard with a long rope attached to one of the branches, most likely for a tire swing or something. The front yard had a U-shaped driveway with another tree (cherry blossom?) in the middle. From there, the driveway led to a large iron gate which was on a street across from more large houses. If someone made it into a restoration project, it would be a beautiful place to live. I sighed heavily again and tried to guess the time. "It's probably really late. I need to get out of here soon before mom and Sir Douchebag call the cops on my dumb ass." While struggling to get my fatigued body off the ground, I heard a rustle in the trees about 30 feet away from me. A shock of fear flowed through me, but it didn't last long. I waited a moment just in case there was another rustle. None came. God, I'm so far gone, hearin' shit. It was probably just some nocturnal animal or the wind or something. I walked towards to path back to the park, ready to head home and face the music, when I heard it. "Leaving so soon?" I whipped around quickly, eyes wide, scared shitless. I saw no one. What the fuck was that?! It spoke to me again. "I believe I asked you a question, human . . ." That voice. It was frightening, yet so soothing at the same time. The deep tenor was warm and sensuous, and sent chills down my spine. Bitch, why aren't you moving!? Get the fuck outta there! My mind was telling me to move, but I couldn't. I wanted to find the body the voice came from, yet a part of me said I didn't want to find out. Then, panic started to set in. "Wh- where are you? W-w-where's that voice coming from?!" Silence. "Hello? Anyone?! Who's there?" More Silence. I began to get hysterical. My blood pressure rose and my palms began to get clammy. Oh god, am I hearing things? Is it the drugs? Oh god, oh god, oh god... At that moment, I saw a flashlight. My panic rose further. That could be the cops! Oh, am I so fucked! God help me… It turned out to be Lynne coming to the meadow from the path; relief washed over me. She ran over when she saw me and started talking at a million miles a minute. "KRISTI! Oh Jesus. You forgot your phone and cigarettes in my car, and then I got worried, and th-" "It's okay, Lynne, I'm alright, I was just about to leave." "Good, then I got here just in time. I'm so sorry I didn't take you. I was just scared and I was being silly, and . . . geez Kris I'm just so relieved!" "Well, I'm okay. I didn't see any ghosts or anything. Darn." I forced a laugh, just so she'd thing I was okay." "Oh, well, that's good. Goodness knows . . ." "Yeah, yeah. Hey, uhm, did you happen to see anyone on your way over here?" "…No, why?" "Oh, uhm, never mind, it's nothing." "Oh, okay then. Well, let's get you home. I'm glad I caught you in time. I felt bad for not taking you here, and I got worried that you mom and Rick would flip out on me if you and I didn't come home together. I tried to pretend I wasn't worried and stayed longer but . . ." At that point, I stopped listening. She had a tendency of rambling when she was excited or anxious or high. It wasn't a huge deal, but now was not the time. But that voice wouldn't leave my head. One part of me desperately wanted to know who the voice came from. Another part of me didn't. Maybe the manor and the surrounding area were, indeed, haunted. My curiosity was beginning to get the best of me. I just had to find out. *** "Kristina Anne Mancini, where the FUCK have you been?!" Shit, not now . . . I had gotten home pretty late, and got in only a few hours of sleep. At that moment, the weight of everything decided to make itself cozy on my shoulders. A slow ache was creeping up in my head, and my body was heavy with exhaustion. Yet Sir Douchebag (aka Rick) decided to shout at me at 8 o' clock in the morning. Fuck my life . . . "Geez, Rick, I am not even five feet away from you. There's no need to shout. Can we use our inside voices, please?" I rasped from underneath the covers. "I am so sick and tired of you and your shenanigans . . ." Shenanigans? ". . . young lady. Your mother and I were worried sick last night! We had no idea where you were and even considered the cops looking for you! Answer me: Where have you been?! Kristi? Kristi! Wake the fuck UP!!" Rick stomped over to the bed and shook me. "Woah woah woah! What the hell?! God, can we please just talk about this later? I'm just so . . . tired." "In the name of all that is . . . *sigh * fine. But don't think this is over, Kristi Ann!" *slam* "Jesus . . ." Thankfully, I woke up a few hours later to an empty house. With it being Saturday, I assumed that Mom and Rick had gone to go run some errands. I fixed myself a bowl of Golden Grahams and thought about what had occurred the previous night. I debated on whether I should go back to the meadow. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to go there, although I didn't know what I would do. I'd just wing it. So, not wanting to stay in the house all day with nothing to do, I ran upstairs after breakfast to take a quick shower and get dressed. I threw on a pair of dark jeans, blue t-shirt, dark gray vest, and my favorite pair of shoes -- my dirty blue and white checkered Vans. I walked over to my bureau to grab my car keys, wallet, cigarettes, and cell phone. I quickly checked my phone to see if I had any messages. My text message inbox was half full of texts from my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend. Carter was kind enough to leave me a few voicemail messages as well. I called my voicemail and listened to the first one he sent me. "Hey baby, you gotta listen. I know what I did was messed up and . . ." *beep* I pressed 7 to delete that message and the others as well. I had also taken the liberty of deleting all messages from my inbox. If I had wanted an explanation, I would have asked for one. I wasn't going to listen to him ramble on or whatever over the phone. That would have been stupid and a waste of time. Tossed my phone into my purse, grabbed a light cardigan just in case, and ran downstairs. Seeing as how I didn't want to go out by myself, I decided to ask Lynne if she wanted to join me. I knew she wouldn't mind and I kind of owed her one for my childish behavior the previous night. I bounded up the porch steps and rang her door bell. While waiting for either her or her aunt to answer, I thought about a place we could go just to hang out for most of the day. She interrupted my thoughts when she opened the door in her pajamas, long black hair in disarray and her blue eyes tired looking. She rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly. "Oh, geez, did I wake you Lynne? I'm sorry." "Oh no, it's fine, I needed to wake up eventually. So, what's up?" "Not much. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me today." "Are you asking me out on a date, Kristina?" She giggled. "No, you dope. I don't want to stay home and I need someone to keep me company while we drive around aimlessly. You up for it?" "Haha of course. Come in, I need to get ready." "Alrighty. Don't take too long, princess. I'm giving you 15 minutes." She laughed. "Oh shut up." While she was getting dressed, we brainstormed on places we could go. "Can we stop by the mall?" asked Lynne. "I have a few things to pick up. Then maybe we could walk around the green a bit. Or grab a cup of coffee. I don't know. What do you want to do?" "Anything, really. I just need to keep occupied. We'll go to the mall first and then maybe we could stop at the café?" "You work at the café! Why do you always insist on going there?" "Oh hush, you. Let's just get out of here. You ready?" "Mhm." "Then let's go!" Ten minutes later, we arrive at the mall. Contrary to what she previously stated about "picking up a few things," Lynne essentially bought at least one thing from almost every store we passed, making 2 hour trip turn into 3+ hour trip -- and she wasn't finished yet. I got so tired chasing after her and carrying half of her bags that I had to beg to take a break so I could catch my breath. I was also hungry as hell, so we stopped over by the food court to grab something to eat. Curiosity Ch. 01 This is my first attempt at writing anything. Hope you enjoy, and if not please let me know what could use improvement, Thanks! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heavy eyelids lift to reveal dark melted pools of chocolate ringed with gold; eyes that have easily entrapped and enthralled those who have had the pleasure or misfortune of being the object of their desire or hunger. Slowly blinking to quickly adjust to the darkness that tends to surround him when he first wakes, he gradually rises up into a sitting position. Raising his arms high above, he stretches them letting the muscle and bone within crack and pop, loosening them up for the regular night's prowl. Tossing the white satin sheets aside, he swings his muscular legs over the side of the bed, only to have his bare feet greeted by a plush red suede carpet that exudes heat and warmth to his cool toes. Lifting a hand to lightly scratch behind his right ear, before murmuring quietly, "Aristotle must have snuck into my bed again." With a deliberate yawn as he stands out of the bed causing the sheet to fall from the narrow, yet well-defined waist as he looks around his room, at the drawn red silk curtains and the black love seat off in the corner. On the far corner of the couch Aristotle is perched and watching intently. Shaking his head slowly at the cat, he feels the cool air flowing throughout the bedroom, walking to the fireplace he crouches down, the muscles in his back flexing and rippling with each movement he makes. Striking a match he tosses it into the fireplace on top of the paper under the pinewood to get the fire started to heat things up. Standing back up to his towering height of 6'6, he goes into his closet and pulls out a pair of starched white jeans that he effortlessly pulls on and fastens with agile fingers, while the other hand snakes out and pulls out a white silk shirt that matches the pants perfectly. Buttoning the shirt up, making sure to leave the top two buttons undone he begins tucking the shirt into his jeans, giving him a comfortable yet clean cut look as he finishes off his outfit with a black belt and black leather Doc Martin boots. Coming out of the closet he reaches over onto the nightstand and picks up the silver ring and places it on his pinky finger. Bringing his finger and the ring up to his eye level he looks closely inspecting it, knowing every detail of it. The ring's meant for a woman's finger, yellow gold with a nice heart shaped black diamond in the middle, with small colorless diamonds surrounding it. Sighing in frustration he drops his hand to his side and mutters under his breath, "Another night of the same..." Pulling out of the garage of his home he speeds off into the night heading off towards the bright lights of the city. Deciding this night he will try one of the more urban clubs, to see if their selection is any better. Pulling up to one of the prospective looking clubs he parks his bike near the front entrance. Setting the alarm he watches as many lovely ladies slowly weave there way into the club. A few catching his eye, he quietly makes his way into building the loud music like a mere whisper in his ear as he searches the crowd for his first target. As he flows through the crowd towards the bar many try to get his attention, as he is undoubtly the most attractive man in the entire room. While he is over near the bar, at the entrance a young woman walks in, dressed entirely in black, wearing black fitted jeans and an even more fitted sheer lace blouse that accents the curve of her bust and the deep line of her cleavage. Her black curly hair is pulled back in a ponytail. A few strands are let loose to flow freely around her heart shaped face. Her dark almond shaped eyes slowly move over the room as she makes her own way to the bar. The sound of her heels clicking inaudibly on the floor, halting only when she has made her way to the bar ordering a margarita from the tender there on duty. The few men around crowd to her and ask her if they could buy her drinks or something else that might spark her interest in them. She dismisses them with a flick of her wrist as she is not here to find someone to go home with nor is she looking for a relationship from someone she meets at a club. Turning her back to the few men who couldn't take a hint that their attention was neither wanted or asked for she faces the bar and listens to the music, letting her gaze, as she turns, flow over the man dressed in all white at the other end of the bar. Smiling to herself she closes her eyes for a second after getting and paying for her drink; and just hums along to the song that the DJ is playing. Frowning a bit not seeing much worth his time out on the dance floor he looks towards the entrance hoping to catch something more interesting, his eyes land on the woman humming to the sound of the music. In his mind he only hears her and not the music. Concentrating on her, he wills her to open her eyes and look at him from where she is seated on the other side of the bar almost directly across from him. Slowly her humming dies away at the same time her eyes are opening to stare right at him as if they were the only ones in the room. Seeing her open her eyes and look at him, he offers her an inviting smile, while his eyes take in all of her that they can. Once his partial assessment is complete, he tilts his head in approval, though it could be mistaken as a greeting while pointing at her half empty drink. She arches a thin eyebrow at him, shaking her head no for the drink she mouths a thank you and slips off her stool and heads outside of the club to take a taxi home. This obviously having been a bad idea, as she just wasn't in the mood for company, she had only wanted to listen to the music and have a few drinks. He stands quickly to follow her out the club intrigued that she has a stronger mind and is not as easily swayed to him as the others usually are. A good game of chase would improve on the night, and was different than what was sadly becoming common place for him. Walking up to her side, he looks her up and down slowly letting her form imprint itself in his mind, a smirk flows over his full lips as he stares at her sleek neck, his mind once again pressing into hers, commanding her to turn and face him. Without looking at him, her voice calm and flat showing no emotion as she speaks to him, "Why are you following me? I tried being nice and saying no thank you but obviously that doesn't work for guys like you." With that she finally turns around and looks him in the eye defiantly. Taken aback at her acknowledging him without doing what he asked her to; he clears his throat once again offering her a pleasant smile, before speaking, his voice a deep baritone that he has seen make many women fallout from the very reverb in it, " What do you mean guys like me?" Turning to face him completely, she crosses her arms over her breast, her eyes narrowed as she sizes him up, his 6'6" frame to her 5'11", knowing she should be afraid or at least a little concerned. Pushing her nervousness aside, her voice strong and confident, "Guys who think that every woman should fall over them just because they dress nice and look better than most men they have ever seen. But I got news for you I am not interested now and I won't be tomorrow or the next day or the next year or so on. Get it now?" Chuckling at her comments he stares into her eyes and talks to her lowly in a whisper, his voice so quiet it's like it's in her head as flexes his full telepathic skills, "Well I can assure you I am not like all those guys, if you would just come and spend the night with me I will prove to you that I am unlike any guy you have ever met. Just close your eyes relax and let me take care of you and show you what I am all about." Deanna couldn't seem to do anything but blink in shock and silence at the audacity. The struggle can be seen in her eyes as she wrestles with just what to come back with. "Of all the chauvinistic things to say, I don't know rather you're a pervert or just plain fucking delusional buddy, but I'm not going anywhere with you!" A taxi slows as it pulls up to the curb. "Matteo." He's completely blown away by the spitfire in front of him. She was completely unaffected by his projection. That's the second time she blew off his mental probing, and it had his mine working fast. Was it really the second time or was the time in the bar her own doing and not his as he'd originally assumed. Deanna was reaching for the door handle of the taxi, when she heard him speak. "What did you say?" She hadn't stopped her progression towards the taxi. "My name is Matteo, not buddy." "Uh huh, well goodbye Matteo." And with that Deanna was in the taxi and was slowly leaving the strange yet sexy man on the curb. She'd file away the tall dark curly haired man with the heavily sun-kissed skin away for future reference. The taxi driver cleared his throat loudly when she didn't say anything after getting into his cab, "Hey where am I going lady?" Matteo had actually sparked some interest inside Deanna, enough she'd forgotten to give the driver her address. Matteo himself was stuck on stupid at her clear dismissal of him and his powers. If anything he was more interested in this enigma of the woman. Her soft cocoa skin, that looked so silky to touch. The fullness of her lips, just the thought of her lips made that certain part of him wakes from its slumber. While both assessments of her body were quick, so she wouldn't catch him leering at her, he had a pretty good idea of her size, about 34 C maybe D, about a 24 size waist and 36 hips. He was definitely waking up his sexual hunger as he watched the taxi disappear into the night. He was definitely going to find her again, and he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. He was already formulating his next encounter with her, as he strode back inside the club. A slow smile formed on his lips as he realized she hadn't even told him her name after he said his own. This woman was going to be some fun. Fun. He hadn't had any of that lately, at least none that had him looking forward to it, like this. Thanks to the mystery woman at the club, Matteo had brought home a woman to quiet both his hungers. This woman, was her name Michelle or Danielle? It didn't matter she was his typical type that's what mattered to Matteo right this second. She was about 5'4 bare foot, a nice 32 B, a small waist that flared out just slightly enough to give her enough of a womanly curve but not as much as the woman in the taxi. Her light brown hair that she wore straight and down past her waist was tantalizing to most men and the envy of more than a few women. The flecks of green in her hazel eyes really flared in her aroused state. Matteo had already removed every stitch of clothing, which hadn't been much, from the woman. His lips lowered to hers in a kiss that demanded a response, his nostrils flaring just slightly taking in her scent of fresh air, sunflowers, with a hint of straw? Annabelle! That's what she'd said her name was, just moved to the city not so long ago, seeking to get away from her family's farm in Montana. The scent fit the name but the woman below him definitely didn't. She responded to the kiss with an enthused excitement, her lips parting at the same time her tongue snaked out just a bit to touch his. The feel of her tentative tongue had his surging forward to get a taste of this country girl. White thighs spread a bit wider, so Annabelle could wrap her barely tanned legs around the more tanned thighs that were between her own. None of the men on the farm looked like him, sure they were all really well built from all the hours of labor spent outside, but there was something almost feral and dominating about this man that got her blood pumping at an accelerated rate. Matteo welcomed her invitation and started a slow grinding of his cock against the radiating heated mass beneath him. The slow deliberate flexing of his ass had him nicely coated with her wetness in no time. Breaking their lips apart, he kisses his way down to the side of neck, giving her a slow lick across her collar bone, before sucking on the other side of her neck. The feeling of his lips and tongue moving over her body makes her wiggle up against him. Her breathing coming in soft pants of excitement as Matteo sucks and licks his way to breasts. His hips lift slightly supporting his weight with one arm while the other reaches down between them, to give her little nub a gentle massage, at the same time letting his lips capture the hard pink tip of her nipple. A surprised gasp erupts from her lips as her hips press against his hands rocking moderately creating a soft moan of pleasure from her. Deftly his hand works over mound, before a finger slips into her heated core. A smile playing over his lips as her movements pick up pace and her moans become more vocal and increase in quantity. Soon he's added a second finger to her gooey entrance, as his mouth latches on to the other nipple pulling and sucking on it, driving Annabelle crazy. She's dully aware of the hard piece of flesh that is tapping against her thigh with each movement, almost like it's knocking at a door waiting to be invited in. So swept up the feelings of her body, she doesn't even notice when Matteo added a third finger inside of her, all she can feel is that pounding fullness, and the pull of his mouth on her flesh heightening the entire experience for her. Slowly pulling his shiny digits from her to the accompaniment of moans of disappointment, he's ready to sate the burning fire inside him. Spreading the slickness from his fingers onto his cock, he holds himself against her, sliding up and down her slit a few times, so she knows what's coming next. He raises himself up to watch her, as he presses the tip of his cock into her, knowing she's ready enough to handle him. With his hand now free, he moves it to hold her hip as he flexes forward imbedding his cock a little deeper inside her, reveling in her gasps as she feels him going deeper. Most of his weight is supported by his knees, one hand holding her hip and the other moving under her side and back to grip her shoulder so his thrusts go deeper with each movement. He bent his head down, watching as his slid in and out of her wet pussy, the view something he never did tire of seeing when he was with a new woman. With a low growl he tore his eyes away and let his mouth feast once more on her shaking breasts. Annabelle was going out of her head with a need to reach that pinnacle. It was like her entire being was on fire, wherever his lips grazed only served to stoke the flames inside her, just as his continuous pounding of her body was rapidly ushering her to the peak of her passion. One of her hands was running through his hair down to his neck and back up again, while the other was gripping the side of the chaise. Matteo could tell she was close to her end, and increased the pace of his cock plowing into her, while at the same time kissing his way to her neck. Annabelle was moaning loudly and incoherently, as the hand that had been holding onto the chaise lets go, and wrapped around his back holding on, when her own hips started bucking under his. With teasing nibbles, kisses and occasional sucking, Matteo was gearing up for the final of this passionate interlude with Annabelle. His grunts of pleasure are muffled by the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating hard and rapidly against his tongue, waiting for that perfect moment. Her lips part as her breathing takes on a staggered pattern, before a silent scream of pleasure fades on them. Matteo's fangs lengthen as he feels her breathing change, in the next second he can feel the walls of her center convulse and clamp down around him. Now is the moment he'd been waiting for, as Annabelle is catapulted into a sea of orgasmic bliss he sinks his fangs into the pulsating artery. Soon her life giving essence is flowing into his mouth, the sheer taste heightening his pleasure receptors, and with a muffled bellow, Matteo cums. Each pull on her neck is followed by a deep thrust and a powerful jet inside her body. His thrust slow down until he's lying on top of her, feeling her heavy breathing, with the rise and fall of her chest. Giving her neck one last slow suck, he flexes the tip of his tongue across one of his fangs, until he feels the pin prick, leaning back into her neck he lets a single drop of blood drop onto her skin, and uses his finger to rub it across the puncture marks on her neck. The skin there healing, leaving two bright pink marks almost unnoticeable. Annabelle was so far gone in her personal pleasure zone; she figured that was the reason for her lethargy, and just gave into the welcoming comfort of sleep. Looking down at her, Matteo frowned; he'd taken more than he'd planned, which meant she wouldn't be able to leave any time soon. Gently he removed both her legs and arms from his body, and slowly slid his shrinking cock from her body. Just as he stood and was walking away from the chaise, Aristotle padded into the sitting room, looking first at Matteo then at Annabelle, then back to stare at Matteo. A slight shrug of his shoulders towards the Bengal cat, "What? Sometimes even I get carried away." Matteo turns away and pulls the plush throw off the chair and covers Annabelle, as she has succumbed to sleep. Aristotle sat down a few feet from the chaise still watching Matteo intently, as he was leaving the sitting room to do who knew what. As he neared the door, he turned back to look at the cat with a sly grin, "I promise I'll call her cab the moment she wakes up." The cat turned to look at Annabelle as Matteo left, curiosity in its green eyes. Matteo never let anyone stay after his forays, the cat was most definitely curious about what had happened last night, after Matteo had left the house. Curiosity Ch. 01 I've known I was bisexual for as long as I can remember. That being said I didn't exactly embrace it, in fact I've rebelled against it, reprimanding myself whenever I thought about girls in a way that wouldn't be considered normal. I can't tell you how many times I've had to literally shake my head to get rid of how attractive I thought a girl was or how badly I wanted to kiss her. But by the time I was fifteen I had actually gotten pretty good control over myself. I know that seems odd, adolescence is typically the time when hormones run rampant and that's when people usually start to question their sexuality, but for me I had practiced keeping myself in check for so long that I didn't need to consciously do it anymore. So I went through most of high school with little to worry about, I even had a boyfriend and few flings here and there. Going into college I was confident I had put my attraction to the fairer sex in the past and was ready to start actually doing something with my life. The only problem was Bethany. * * * * I met her during freshman orientation and we hit if off pretty fast. She even lived in the same dorm building as me so I was always down in her room and I quickly became friends with her roommate Emma and the boy who lived next door too. We hung out constantly for the first few weeks and eventually became inseparable. Whenever we weren't at class we were exploring campus together or watching movies or going to parties on the weekends. It wasn't until about a month in that I started to notice that I felt differently when I hung out with just Bethany than when we all hung out as a group and or when I hung out with just Emma or just Trent. It wasn't even like I felt attracted to her I just felt like we had known each other for a long time and understood each other on a deeper level and as a result I felt safer around her. So I found myself looking forward to the times when I knew the other two would be busy and made sure to go downstairs to see what she was up to. One of those times I had let myself into the room (they usually leave their door open and if it isn't they still leave it unlocked) and looked for Bethany but soon noticed I could hear the shower so I laid on the couch and started watching TV. Criminal Minds was on as we all have a love of crime shows but I had already seen the episode before and found it harder to concentrate when I knew Bethany was naked and wet just a wall away from me. For the first time in years I had thought about a girl in a sexual way and I hadn't even noticed I was doing it until I heard the shower stop. I panicked and ran out of the room, not stopping until I got back to my dorm and locked the door behind me. What the hell? I thought to myself as I went over the events that had just occurred. How many times have you been there while she's been in the shower before? More than once that's for sure so why does it matter now? I got over this a long time ago, what changed? I pondered that question for the rest of the night and when she texted me asking if I wanted to watch Mama Mia with her I told her I had to do homework. That wasn't entirely a lie, I did have a paper to write for my biology class, but there was no way I was going to be able to focus on the reproductive cycle of angiosperms when I was so worked up over my own reproductive concerns. I fretted about it for another few hours going over every possible excuse for my behavior. I haven't hooked up with anyone in months. I'm in between cycles so it's that mega-horny week (you know what I'm talking about). Who wouldn't think of her that way? She's hot it's natural to be attracte-- no! Don't do that it's not normal, you're a girl too. But the thing is she is hot, she's got chestnut brown hair that falls down just past her shoulders, a face that's more sexy than cute with caramel colored eyes that I've never seen on anyone else before. She's the same height as me, we both stand at 5'8", but I'm more athletically built with small boobs whereas she's got more of a figure. I would guess she's got a size 36B chest and has a perfectly round ass which is most likely the result of her years of being a dancer who also regularly does yoga. I honestly never thought much of her physical attributes besides the initial observations when I first met her but that night I couldn't stop thinking about every little detail and I was surprised at how much I could recall. This only frustrated me more though and I tossed and turned all night, trying to convince myself I was straight while simultaneously trying to get a decent night's sleep. * * * * The next morning I woke up at 7 am which was uncharacteristically early for me seeing as I am not a morning person but I had given up trying to sleep at that point. I'm sure I looked like hell all day, I didn't even bother to put any makeup on and I wore my pajamas to class which consisted of a faded red wings t-shirt and a pair of shorts that had paint on them from when I went through my aspiring artist phase. By the time I was done with class I had actually organized my thoughts and decided that the reason I had slipped was because I was lonely. I even decided on a plan to fix it; this weekend was Halloween and we were going to giant house party that night so all I had to do was find a guy, have some meaningless sex and then bam! I'd be back to normal. The rest of the week I still avoided hanging out with Bethany but I isolated myself from everyone else too telling them I was sick and didn't want them to catch it too so it wouldn't seem suspicious. The day before the party I hung out with my friends for the first time in days so they would think I was feeling better and by the day of the party I was ready to find myself a hot guy that I could use for my own purposes. "Ready to go?" Emma asked us as we put the finishing touches on our costumes. We had decided to go as the four ninja turtles; I was Leonardo since my favorite color was blue and Bethany was Michaelangelo since hers was orange and we refused to be any other colors. Emma and Adam didn't really care though so they were Donatello and Raphael respectively. "Yup! Let's do this" Bethany slurred, she had already had a few pre-party shots and was clearly going to be having a heavy night of drinking. "Alright lead the way Raphael!" I proclaimed as I struck a pose that indicated I was ready and he responded by striking a pose with his arm in the air before stating, "This way fellow partners in crime!" and then running down the hall, his cardboard 'shell' bouncing on his back as he ran. "Shouldn't it be partners in justice?" I yelled after him as we all ran after him. "Whatever!" he cheerily shouted back at me. When we got to the car we pumped up the radio and blasted our favorite songs to get us in the mood to as Emma drove us to the party. I noticed Bethany had taken quite a few swigs from her flask in the ten minute drive and I punched her in the arm telling her to "slow down and save some for the rest of us!" but she just smiled deviously at me and pulled the rest. My jaw dropped at that -- she was never much of a heavy drinker -- and she must have seen the surprise on my face because she told me to lighten up and then started to sing along with Adam to the song that was currently playing on the radio and telling us to lift our red solo cups in the air. I thought about how much Bethany had already drank and seriously hoped she wasn't going to keep that pace up all night or I'd wind up babysitting her all night since Emma and Adam never seemed to be any good at taking care of drunk people and I really wanted to hook up with someone, I needed it or I wasn't sure I could keep my unwanted feelings for Bethany at bay. So this is going to make me sound like a really bad friend but pretty much as soon as we showed up to the party I went off on my own to hunt for a guy. It took me all of ten minutes to find someone and within an hour we had gone from harmless flirting to pretty seriously making out. He had me pushed up against a wall and I could feel his weight against mine as he ran his hands along my body and up my shirt. I'd always loved it when my partner was stronger than me so when he picked me up and carried me into a bedroom I basically lost what little inhibitions I still had and ended up fucking him until I was satisfied. I was actually impressed with how long he lasted, I was kind of worried it would be a two second affair as some college guys can be but we did it three times that night in countless positions. Afterwards he gave me his number and told me to call him and I left the room quite happy with myself feeling like I might have even found myself a boyfriend or at the very least a friend with benefits. On my way down the stairs I passed some chick who was slumped against the wall and thought to myself poor girl, can't handle her alcohol but I did a double take and noticed it was Bethany. "Bethany!" I called to her as I bent down and took her hands in my face. "Bethany. Hey...hey look at me." I repeated as her head lolled to the side and her glassy eyes made their way to mine holding my gaze for a few seconds before starting to roll back into her head. "No, no no no no no! Come on stay with me" I begged her as I lightly hit her on the cheek trying to get her to stay conscious but my efforts were as wasted as she was. She threw up over herself and I decided I had to move, fast. So I called Emma on my cell real quick telling her to meet me at the car ASAP. Then I took her off her shirt as I've never been any good with vomit and the smell alone was already making me gag, and used a sleeve to clean off her face, talking to her the whole time trying to get her back to reality. Somehow I got her to stand and I threw her arm over my shoulder and started dragging her down the stairs. Some guy whistled at us and yelled for me to take my top off too and I looked back at him and shouted "fuck you!" at him before turning my attention back to Bethany who had started to mumble something incoherent. "What was that?" I asked her but she just gurgled something again and I decided to act like I heard her. "Oh yeah, yeah tell me more about that." And she went on with whatever she was trying to say. I picked up a few words here and there but nothing of importance until I got her to the car and sat her in the back seat laying down with her head sticking out the door in case she threw up again. "We're gonna wait here until Emma comes and gives me the keys okay?" I would've added something like hun or sweetie as that's generally what girls do when they're comforting their friends but I've never been big on that, the closest I have to that is buddy and it didn't seem appropriate at the time. Anyways, after I said that she looked up at me and said the only sentence I could understand the entire night, "I don't want Emma, I want you." and then her head rolled back to the side and she threw up on the ground again. Those seven words hit me like a bus. Surely she didn't mean that the way I thought it did, and why was I even thinking that way? She had to have meant the she wanted me to take care of her not Emma as we all know Emma's method of 'taking care' of people involved getting them to lay down somewhere and giving them a bottle of motrin and a water bottle for when they wake up with a hangover the next day. Yeah, that had to have been what she meant. Right when I convince myself that she had meant nothing sexual by that statement Emma showed up laughing loudly and leaning on some guy I didn't recognize. "Jamieeeee!" she greeted me like she was extremely happy to see me and I know she probably was considering her next comment she said with a pout. "Where have you been all night? I missed you boo!" "I'm sorry I met this guy and --" she interrupted me with an excited squeal and started to ask me how he was but I was getting impatient and Bethany needed help so I just ignored her questions and promised her I would tell her all about it later but right now I just really needed her keys. "Fine." She pouted again and fished her keys from her pocket and held them out to me but jerked them back right before I grabbed them. "Wait, you can't drive you're drunk!" she declared and I rolled my eyes, now was not the time to be playing games, she knows I was the designated driver so I hadn't had anything buy water since I got there. "I haven't drunk anything all night and I don't have time for this, Bethany needs to get to a hospital!" I yelled at her but immediately felt bad about it because Emma looked to be on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry," I added softly, "I didn't mean to yell I just really need you to give me your keys like now." She mumbled an apology and said something about how she didn't know as she handed me her keys. I thanked her and gave her a hug and told her to go have fun and poked her on the nose since I knew she loved it when people did that to her and her face lit up as she said "Ok!" and ran back to her boy toy. I sighed as I watched her, she was such a simple person I was almost jealous that I couldn't just pass my problems on so quickly. I turned back to Bethany and sat her up before laying her down again facing the other way and then hopped in the car and drove away from the party. * * * * Not much else happened that night, I drove her to the hospital, they did what they do whenever someone gets alcohol poisoning, and because of her fake I.D. she didn't even get an MIP. I spent the night there and when she woke up the next morning the first thing she did was panic but I calmed her down. An hour later a nurse came in and said she could go home so we checker her out and drove back to the dorms. She apologized about a million times but I told her it was ok, it happens, don't worry about it. "Did I do anything stupid?" she asked me after a few minutes of silence. "Besides streaking around the party and declaring your love for me? No not really." I joked with her but when I looked over at her she looked at me with wide eyes and she looked almost scared. I quickly backtracked and laughed saying that I was kidding but she did throw up a few times. She seemed to relax after I said that but remained silent for the rest of the ride back. After we got to the dorms we took the stairs and then went our separate ways to go to our rooms but before we parted she gave me a hug. It took me by surprise. Not that we've never hugged before, we actually do pretty often, I just wasn't expecting it. She whispered a thank you in my ear before turning and walking through the door and out of the stairwell. I stood there for a second thinking that there seemed to be an awful lot of weight behind that thank you but I was too tired to contemplate it so I just continued up the stairs. When I got to my room I flopped down on my bed and didn't move for the next twelve hours. The next time I saw my friends we recounted what happened that night and we all laughed at the crazy stories but after that we didn't mention that night for the rest of the semester. The only reminders were that I had now started to date the guy I met that night, his name is Ty, and occasionally I'll have dreams about that night where I can hear her echo those seven words I don't want Emma, I want you. * * * * Curiosity Ch. 01 "I'll sit here and watch the bags while you go grab something," I said. Lynne went off and I decided to check my phone. 10 new text messages. Talk about persistence. I looked around the food court for any familiar faces. I only saw a few. I waved a hello to them and looked back at my phone. I eventually got bored with that and put it back in my bag. I decided to people watch some more until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the smiling faces of Adam and Jaime. Adam and Jaime were two of my favorite people ever. Adam and I worked and went to middle school together while Jaime and I met at a local concert. I was actually responsible for hooking the two up a few months back, and they had been head over heels for each other ever since. "Hey Kristi, what are you doing here all by yourself?" said Adam. "Oh, I'm here with Lynne. She's getting food right now while I watch her bags. How are you guys?" "We're good," said Jaime. "We're just here to kill some time before Andrea's party. You should come with us. By that look in your eyes, you need a distraction." I forced a laugh. Was I really that easy to read? I was trying to push off thinking about . . . the situation . . . but I guess it wasn't working. "Uhm, I might swing by and say hello, but I've got something else to take care of." "Like what?" "Just, personal things I need to take care of." "Do those things involve you lazing around your house and chain smoking?" said Lynne as she arrived to the table with a tray full of greasy junk food. I could feel my arteries clogging at the sight of it. I shuddered. "Ha ha ha very funny, but no. I'm done sulking. I'm done with this whole mess. I'm done wi-" I stopped abruptly when something caught my eye. I didn't register at first, but when it did, my eyes widened and I gasped as my jaw hit the floor. I couldn't believe the gall - the audacity. I just couldn't believe it! I saw red, and my hands started shaking. I was ready to unleash the wrath of a thousand angry Gods upon those two insignificant pieces of shit. Carter and Ariel showed up to the mall together, holding hands no less, like they were a couple that had been going out forever. I wanted to be sick again. I heard three other voices gasp after they noticed what I was looking at. I felt hands grab my upper arms as they led me away. My anger began to rise and I struggled against Lynne, Adam, and Jaime, but their grip didn't waver. I wanted to go over there and raise hell on them: the stupid slut that stole my boyfriend and the idiot that went along with it. My three friends led me to the parking lot so I could try to calm down. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it up, breathing heavily and pacing back while my three friends looked at me with concern etched into their weary faces. I couldn't take it anymore; I let it all out. "I bet my douche bag of an ex-boyfriend had his sights set on Ariel for a long time. I mean, why would he be interested in a girl like me? I mean she's a pretty, intelligent, pure individual who thinks about others before herself, right?!" The sarcasm flowed out of my mouth like water from a cup. "She gets better grades, she's going to a better school, she hasn't had sex with every that walks and has a penis -- how the fuck would I compare? Huh? She's an all around better fucking person than me, so she deserves better things, right? Am I right?!" I fell silent and kept pacing back and forth outside of the entrance, shaking my head at how ridiculous things were getting. I suddenly stopped pacing, sat down on the ground, and stared into space. I was dead quiet. I guess I was a little too quiet, for Adam decided to speak. "Kristi . . .?" And then I lost it. I broke down. I let out all of those harsh feelings. It was no use pretending like it didn't matter; it sure as hell did. It was like my best friend and boyfriend never cared about me to begin with. I loved Ariel like the sister I never had, and I never planned on leaving Carter, ever. And they spat all over it. Shit like that just wasn't fair. "That asshole never cared about me. Ever. I'm so embarrassed for letting this happen. Why?" After a while, my heavy sobs finally died to quiet sniffles. I then started to feel embarrassed for crying in front of my friends over a boy. I felt like a freshman again. Christ . . . "Oh, guys, I'm so sorry, I'm just-" "Don't you dare apologize for anything," said Jaime. "If anyone needs to apologize for anything, it should be those two for humiliating you and betraying your trust. I swear, I just wanna go in there and . . . Ugh." "We feel for you, sweetheart, we really do," said Lynne. "Thanks, you guys." I sighed heavily. No way was I going to stay here and chance running into those two. "I wanna go now. Let's go to the café and chill." "Alright, we'll leave now." She gave me a comforting smile and walked back in to get her bags. She came back out with her stuff and said goodbye to Jaime and Adam. We hopped into my car headed away from the mall. Sooner or later I had to face my problems, but I was perfectly okay with running away from them. *** Tristan stood silently in the large study, surrounded by rows and rows of books. He watched Dell as he sat at his large mahogany desk, his face leaning on his hands while they were in the prayer position. Tristan could feel the frustration radiate from him and knew exactly what was coming. Dell released a sigh and looked up in to Tristan's silver eyes. "I noticed you decided to linger a bit after you came back from feeding, Tristan," Dell said calmly. "Why is this?" "I apologize, my lord. But I felt to need to know why a human would trespass on our property so late at night. Wouldn't you think so?" Tristan replied, insolence edging at his tone "Then explain to me, please, why you would defy me and your coven and attempt to speak with a human." Dell paused, waiting for Tristan to answer. When Tristan looked away and didn't answer, Dell snapped, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself." He knew the answer was going to sound ridiculous even before he said it. Looking down, he said timidly, "I was merely curious, my lord." Dell hit his desk with his fist, the sound of the "thump" echoing throughout the room. "Merely curious? Tristan, you must understand the risk of your actions. Do you know what could possibly happen? Your curiosity could spark her curiosity, and then we'll have humans trespassing and attempting to explore what lies here in the manor! They are already curious enough as it is!" He caught his breath and sighed, "Please, my son, don't let this happen again." "Again, I apol-" "That will be all, Tristan," Dell snapped again, cutting him off. After the rude dismissal, Tristan left Dell's large study immensely frustrated. He knew he shouldn't have let his curiosity, of all things, get the best of him, and he didn't like being reprimanded like some child. True, he was younger than most of the vampires in his coven, but only by age. And age is just a number. As he walked through the manor, he felt eyes on him. He stopped and turned around and his silver eyes locked with the emerald green of his best friend. Tristan wasn't in the mood for anything Vincent had to say, joking or otherwise. He turned back around and walked quickly down the burgundy carpeted hallway to his room. "Tristan! Wait!" Vincent shouted from down the hallway. He ran after his agitated friend in hopes of making him feel better, but Tristan only walked quicker. He made it to his room and tried to shut the door, only to have it slam on Vincent's foot. "Vincent, don't. Just go," said Tristan. "No." "Vin. Please. Give me some time to myself." Vincent stood there and stared at him. He knew when to be serious, and now was that time. He raked his long blonde hair back along his scalp and took a step towards the door. His eyes were full of concern. "Fine, we can talk about it later. You know I'll be here." "You always are. Thanks," replied Tristan. Vincent saw himself out of the room and shut the large wooden door. Tristan began to pace the room back and forth, brooding on what had happened the night before. Why hadn't he just gone straight back to the manor, like he should have? Why did he let one insignificant human being distract him? Most humans stayed away from the manor for fear of "ghosts" and "demons" lurking within its walls. Yet the human girl seemed so at peace in the meadow near it. But it didn't matter who she was, how she got there, and why she was there, and he had no valid reason for almost exposing himself to her just out of "curiosity." It was a childish and foolish thing to do. That frustrated him even further. He threw himself onto his large king-sized bed and sighed deeply. He desperately wanted to leave the manor and roam the streets. He didn't enjoy being holed up inside more than half the day with barely nothing to do. Even though his coven and the surrounding ones were planning an uprising, it was only in the beginning stages. Frankly, he really didn't want much to do with it. Being known was too flashy and obvious for him. He liked being under the radar. What was the need to let humans know that vampires existed What fun would that be? Letting them think there was a possibility was entertaining. All the books, all the movies, all the TV shows. He wasn't really sure what they based all of those off of, but most depictions of the "vampire" varied from sort of inaccurate to insanely inaccurate. Some of the vampires people made up didn't even have fangs. What the hell was up with that? The blood sucking thing was probably the only thing they got right. That and not being able to go out into the sun. But the other things were just silly made up things to frighten the gullible and naïve. If they only knew. . . The human girl, though. She obviously was neither of the two. Completely carefree. Or rather, careless. He stood silent within the cover of the woods staring at her, slightly mesmerized, yet confused. Who the hell was she? She was lying on the ground looking up at the stars listening to music, trying to find peace. She did seem tense. And she was . . . beautiful. Beautiful in her own way. Her medium brown skin looked so smooth, and her lips . . . they were full and kissable. Her long, shiny black hair was spread out on the grass and had a soft glow in the moonlight. She was definitely busty, and probably had curves that would stop traffic. He felt something stirring inside of him, something that kept him standing in that same spot. He wanted a taste of her so badly. When he saw her get up to leave, he felt disappointed. He would probably never get a chance to see her ever again. His curiosity got the better of him. He thought that talking to her without her seeing him wouldn't be that bad. So that's exactly what he did. And now, he was beginning to regret it. Either he scared her off, or she would get suspicious and try to find out who was speaking to her. He hoped for his own sake that it was the former. Curiosity Ch. 02 A recent curiosity about the alternative life style had led me to a local ABS that I had read about and that it had a set of booths that had glory holes. Given my absolute need for discretion I felt that this was the best way for me to experiment with this life style and still keep my straight identity intact. I still can't explain why I went there for the very first time, but I have to tell you that prior to the disastrous ending I was feeling pretty good about what I had done and felt a need to maybe try this again. I was thinking of the porn theatre where I could watch him suck me off while fondling my balls or I could look at his face when I tried to give him my best Linda Lovelace impression by swallowing his cock as far down my throat as I could. My stoic elation was short termed when the face looking at my cum covered face through the scene of the crime, the glory hole, was a man that I worked with and we are on the same shift in the same firehouse. I knew this was a disaster and felt like a truck had hit me. Dan exited his booth and knocked on the door of mine telling me to let him in. Not sure what to do and feeling totally deflated and not wanting a commotion here I let him in. His look of victory and my obvious look of defeat plus the fact I was sitting there with HIS cum on my face left me at a huge disadvantage as he spoke a very cordial hello. Staring up at him from my bench seat I could only mumble a simple hi back at him as I watched the expression on his face change from elation and victory to a menacing and evil look. He began to remind me of all the times at the firehouse and in public how much I had belittled him for being a 'dick smoker' and a queer cum slut. He spoke to me like I was a little kid and spoke in a very menacing voice saying that the only time we had ever met outside of the firehouse was in a booth with glory holes and that the irony of all of this was the only guy that needed an 'ashtray' was the 'dick smoker' with cum on his face and that it wasn't him. I let my head fall down and was staring at the floor when he reached under my chin and made me look him in the eyes as he told me to relax and to know that this was to be our secret and that it would be safe with him. I let out a huge sigh of relief and told him I was truly sorry for all the times I had berated him and that it wouldn't ever happen again, to which he replied with the most evil eyes and grin to match that he knew it wouldn't because he had some future plans for 'us'. The next few shifts at the firehouse were very tense for me but seemed very relaxed for him so I began to relax and let things fall back into a normal state. Knowing all the while that I had done the unthinkable for me and that I had sucked a cock for the first time and that the man that owned that cock sat across from me at dinner every third day and lived with me at the firehouse in a very family like setting. Just when I was getting comfortable again with Dan and our secret of getting caught performing oral sex him he told me to come over to his house the next night. I told him I couldn't because of a prior engagement to which he replied, "You have no choice, be there at 5:30 PM". I had lied about the engagement and thought I could get out of going to Dan's because I knew this was going to be trouble if I went. The rest of that day, pacing the floor all through the night and all of the next day as I approached the hour, I was as nervous as all hell. I had no sleep and couldn't eat and knew that going to Dan's was a big mistake but I couldn't come up with a way to get out of it and he didn't sound like he was up for letting me go either. I arrived and felt sick to my stomach and wanted to puke or shit or both. I sucked up a big breath of air and walked up to his door bell and rang it. I'm not sure why but I knew I had to and more importantly deep down I knew I really wanted to. Curiosity was getting the better of me and I know the reason he wanted me to come over wasn't for a beer and a game on the TV. He answered the door with a big smile and disarming attitude which instantly put me at ease. He told me to come in and make myself comfortable as he handed me a beer and said he was putting the finishing touches on our dinner. As quickly as I was put at ease, I noticed the table was set for three! I asked him who he was expecting and he replied "his favorite cocksuckers". Well I don't need to tell you how hard my stomach fell and the upset stomach and shaking hands started all over again. I told him that this wasn't going to be a repeat performance and that I satisfied my curiosity (not) and wouldn't be doing that again. He said to relax and that I was being out of line again and didn't even think of it being a girl he invited to dinner with us. Instantly I felt guilty. There was a long silence and then he told me it was guy and he began to tell me that the evening was to really show me what it looked like to have two guys into each other having sex and to see first hand why guys can satisfy guys better than girls. He painted a perfect picture of a guy fondling a cock and the balls and that because of his size a guy could take more cock farther down his throat than a girl. He said you can't replace women but the feel of a guy every now and again was like nothing I ever felt before and that he just wanted to show me up close and personal and how good it felt. He said the experience of sucking his cock at the GH was nothing compared to raw sex between guys. He told me to relax and that nothing would happen unless I wanted it to and that this was for him as well, as he had always had the fantasy of being filmed in a porno shoot and that my job was to use the camera. HE said if I felt like I wanted to expand or answer any more of my questions or that my curiosity was running away with me again, I could join in and do only as much as I wanted. Duh, who could say no to this proposition? I thought to myself what a cool guy and that this could be the night of my life and I wouldn't have to participate at all. He said the only stipulation for me was that I had to take off all of my clothes and film it in the nude. I weighed the up and down side in my head and couldn't think of a reason not to get naked with a bunch of guys and film them having sex with me being the camera operator I knew my face would always be on the other side of the lens and that it never computed that I was in a room with naked guys having sex, a camera, shooting a movie for lots of people to watch and ME in the room. Never in a million years would I have thought of a bad outcome for this event and I never thought of how much it was going to cost me. In my undaunted forging spirit, I told him thanks and that I would love to do it and that there wasn't a problem with me taking off my clothes to film this epic event for him and thanks for letting me explore my sexuality in confidence. His smile was less than cordial and I felt uneasy instantly but thought I was reading into the situation. The door bell rang and Dan answering the door led in another fireman. Not just any fireman, but one from our firehouse on our shift. After my jaw bounced off the floor a few times I recovered about the same time Dan laughing told me that he thought I hadn't suspected anything going on between them and that Tom was the best cock sucker ever and that I would be amazed at how his deep throat could swallow a cock and how long he could stay on a cock with out breathing. I chuckled but instantly felt a tingling in my crotch like never before and felt a little awkward when I shook his hand. We sat down to dinner and had some great laughs and more courage for me from a bottle while telling stories about our love conquests. I was amazed at how many women they both had in the past and began to wonder why a guy would venture out for sex with another guy knowing that a woman is so soft and loving in all the right places. My question was answered instantly when Dan brushed my arm while he was cleaning off the table and my cock twitched a little in my boxers. Tom looked at me and then at Dan and said let's get this event started. He asked me if I was ready for the night and all it had in store for 'us' and if he expected anything from the evening that they should know about? I told him about my GH story and he said that Dan had told him all about it but didn't think it should be the end of my curiosity or letting me experience other things that a guy can offer. As we talked I stated emphatically that I was just there to be the camera man and that any other activities would not happen with me even though I agreed to do it in the nude. Dan came into the room with a new round of drinks and the camera and as he handed me the camera and drink he toasted Tom and I "to the evening and to new horizons it may bring for us all". Dan told me to drink up because I wouldn't have a chance later when the camera was rolling. I polished off the drink and he told me to take my clothes off or the party wouldn't start. As we headed towards down the stairs towards the 'fun room' I realized that getting naked with these guys wasn't going to be hard because I had showered with them hundreds of times at the firehouse, but I knew this was different. I took a little longer than normal to take off my shirt shoes and socks and as I stood with just the boxers on, I became very aware that this was a point of no return so with a big breath I slid my underwear down my legs and kicked them off. Proud of myself and my determination to go through with this and naked in all my glory I told the guys that I was waiting and started the camera rolling so I wouldn't miss a single button, buckle or snap. Dan walked up to Tom and started to undress him starting with the top button of his shirt and slowly working his way down to his belt buckle. As he unsnapped his jeans and opened them up I realized he was going commando and that started to pump a little extra blood into my cock. Can't explain it and don't know why but as Dan slid Tom's jeans down and his cock popped out to an exciting 7" and at that instant my dick started to tingle and became a little harder. Dan nuzzled his face into Tom's balls and crotch and inhaled deeply proclaiming it was the best thing ever to know that this semi hard cock would because of him soon be as hard as a rock and remain as hard as a rock all night and would be his to do with as he liked and that he intended make love to it all night long and with me filming we would have proof of the evenings events. With his tongue Dan licked Tom's balls and cock from the bottom to the blood engorged head and with no hesitation he swallowed his cock to about two inches from the pubis hairs and back up again. He kept repeating this same motion over and over again so I moved all around getting it from as many angles as possible realizing that my cock was now very hard and waggled instead of dangled. It felt GREAT! I couldn't explain the feelings because I was occupied with the task of filming and didn't realize how much this would affect me. Tom pulled Dan up and started to take his clothes off the same way his were taken off. I got every thing on film and kept the camera rolling panning in as Tom slid his tongue under Dan's cock and licked his ass hole a little and then slid his tongue slowly up to the top of his nice looking 7 ½" cock. With a motion so graphic and vivid I replay it in my mind over and over again, Tom slid his mouth over the head of Dan's cock and slowly inched his lips all the way down to the bottom resting his lips on Dan's balls. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick the under side of Dan's balls with his whole cock in his mouth. I almost couldn't breathe for a minute when I saw that and my mind began to cloud up as my cock was as hard as I have ever felt. The camera felt jittery in my hands and the sounds I made along with the sounds Dan made only heightened my arousal. Watching Tom's tongue slide all around Dan's balls and his lips buried in his crotch hairs made me so hard that I had to feel my cock just to make sure it wouldn't explode. It bobbed up and down as my heart beat and I started a flow of pre cum that was almost like a river coming out of my bouncing dick. When I touched my cock I got some pre cum on it and because I didn't want to get it on the camera I didn't think of thing of just putting it in my mouth and licking it off. Dan saw this and said it was hot wasn't it and asked me if Tom was just about the best cock sucker I had ever seen anywhere? I told him it was amazing and that he was a luck man finding this diamond. Out of now where I said that I would have to try that sometime. My mind raced to take that statement back but realized that I really did in fact want to have him suck my cock and watching these to men caress each other in such a caring and heightened sexual way I knew I wanted to return the favor and suck their cocks into my mouth and feel the hot throbbing veins deep in my throat as they explode. Trying to keep my mind on the task at hand was becoming impossible but forge ahead I did. As I got closer for a zoom shot on Tom's amazing feat, Dan reached over and started to rub my cock and I jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand on my cock. In a purely involuntary sexually motivated motion I pushed my cock further into his hand and began to move my hips back and forth in a fucking motion. Dan slowly began to squeeze his fingers around my cock and pump my cock in rhythm with my hips. My mind raced in directions I can't explain, closing my eyes and I could feel my pulse racing And by breathing became faster. The camera drifted down in a relaxed grip motion and I inadvertently began recording my own pleasure. As I started to come back down to reality, I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see Tom open his mouth and engulfing my cock in a slow and steady descent to the bottom. That was all it took for me to fall off the edge and into the dark side. I moaned and leaned my head back as Tom began to deep throat me tickling my balls with his tongue just like I had seen him do to Dan. Opening my eyes, I reached down and rested one hand on Tom's shoulder trying to coax him deeper but mostly not to quit while the other hand held the camera on Tom's amazing feat of cock sucking and on my cock. I had never felt anything like this before and at my age there has been a few lips around my cock before, but never a mans lips. The warm mouth and the constant popping feeling as my cock slid into his throat with his tongue sliding it's way out from under my shaft that is totally engulfed deep into his throat and licking my balls at the same time was absolutely the most exhilarating feeling ever. I felt the camera being taken from me and it occurred to me that even though my eyes were open, and I was staring right at Tom as he expertly sucked my cock, I couldn't see a thing through my lust laden eyes. So I closed them and laid my head back to savor this absolutely most delicious moment. It never occurred to me that I was now the co star in the latest scene being recorded and that all the steps to protect my identity were now out the window. My mind raced to comprehend what I was doing and it just couldn't keep up with the feelings my cock was transmitting to my brain as a man did things to my cock in such ways I had never experienced before. Through the euphoric feelings of my body, my brain did manage a thought process and I realized that all of my careful and orchestrated cloak and dagger actions were out the window. I was engaged face to face and not behind the glory hole walls or chatting behind an assumed name on the internet and performing sexual acts with not just one man but two men and being recorded on film. I just couldn't stop what I was doing and I reached down to gently grab Tom's head and hold it firmly on my cock as his mouth slid to the bottom time and time again. I looked at the camera and smiled as Dan began to zoom in and pan from my face to Tom's face as he continued to swallow my whole cock. Then Tom slid his hands around my ass and began to pull my cheeks apart while he probed at my virgin ass ring with his fingers. My mind told my body to stop this but I just couldn't. My hips kept a rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Tom's mouth and every time I slid my cock out of his mouth, he would gently apply more pressure with his fingers trying to get them into the place only one man has ever gone and he had MD after his name. Dan saw what was happening and while recording he went to the dresser and got the oil bottle and opened it over my ass letting a stream trickle down my back into my ass crack and onto Tom's fingers as he applied more pressure into my virgin ass. Dan managed to pan up to my face and record the startled but absolutely elated grimace as Tom slid his now oil covered finger through the virgin muscle and into my ass. It was natural, I just pushed back as Tom pushed his fingers deeper and deeper. Dan urged me on telling me that I was a natural and this would be the night of my life. He kept telling me to relax and enjoy the feelings of the deep penetration and that the fingers in my ass weren't anything compared to a real cock sliding in and out. Listening to Dan was like listening to a porno movie and he just kept getting me harder. When I tried to speak I couldn't, it came out in moans and guttural grunts of pure sexual bliss as Dan captured every moment of one then two and then three fingers being inserted into my ass. Tom's fingers were there for a reason, and that was to stretch my virgin asshole for what was to come. I could hear Dan talking but I just couldn't respond, the exquisite feelings of Tom's fingers sliding in and out of my ass while he kept pulling my cock deeper into his mouth sliding it down his deep throat and licking my balls at the same time his fingers were pumping in and out of my ass made me totally unaware of what I was saying or what was happening around me. All of this clouded my mind so much that a dark hidden fantasy of mine, being fucked by a man and feeling his hot hard cock slide in and of my virgin ass and to feel just how hot a mans cum was when I hit the deep inner walls of my bowels and of how I wanted to feel that fantasy cock jerk as he pumped shot after shot into my ass was about to come true. I had no idea Dan had placed his camera on a tripod and started to record with two additional camera's located through out the room making a total of three cameras recording now, in different locations all focused on the new virgin star, me. My entire conscious being was being consumed with so many raw sexual feelings and urges that I couldn't explain or stop no matter how hard I tried and that's why I didn't realize that Dan had come up behind me and poured more hot oil on his cock as he rubbed into my ass with his cock. I began to rationalize the different feelings and the realized that it was a cock rubbing up and down the crack of my virgin ass. The feeling of hot oil being dripped onto my ass cheeks and massaged into the crack of my ass was indescribable and that it was another hot and hard cock was even better. Just then I realized that Tom had just taken his fingers out of my ass and my mind began to come into focus as Dan lined his cock head at my virgin ass and push. The gapping hole left from Tom's fingers wasn't big enough to handle what was coming next and I knew that there was going to be some pain soon. I tried to looked back to see what was happening just as Dan's angry looking purple cock head began to push against my virgin hole. I cried out in pain as his cock slid into my ass and popped the cherry virgin ring. He stopped pushing for a moment and my mind raced with emotions never felt before as I felt his throbbing cock head in my virgin ass. Curiosity Ch. 02 I drove like a mad man through the streets on our way to Café Botanique. Lynne looked petrified in the passenger seat as I wove in and out of traffic. I screeched to a stop outside of the building and Lynne hopped out as fast as she could. I stepped out of the car and she turned to look at me, her blue eyes narrowed in frustration. "You know, Kris, I can understand that you're upset and all, but that is no reason to drive like an idiot!" she shouted. I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Sorry . . ." She huffed and turned to open the door. We walked into the quiet little coffee shop, the smell of espresso invading our senses. I loved this place so much. When I was a freshman, my friends and I would come to the café after school to chit chat or do school work. We had our own little table in the back, and would sometimes fight over the couch. If it was really nice outside, like during the summer months, we would sit outside on the patio and people watch. The ambiance was so calming, and the coffee was the best. It may have been a little overpriced, but it was worth it. The people who worked there were really easygoing. I befriended them over a course of two years, and I eventually applied for a job there. Four years of homemade white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, group studying, and raspberry lattes, and I still wasn't tired of being there. Lynne and I walked out to the patio and set our bags down. She plopped herself down onto the cushioned green lawn chair and sighed tiredly. "Kris, do you mind getting me a latte? I'm tired." She gave me a pout and I rolled my eyes. "I guess. Mocha or caramel?" "Mocha. Thank you!" I walked back inside and almost ran over Joey, my coworker and ex-boyfriend. He was a cutie pie, about 5'11" with blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and extremely rosy red cheeks, like he was constantly embarrassed. When he saw me, he gave me a wide toothy grin and pulled me into a warm hug. "Hey Kristi! What are you doing here?" he said. He released me and I followed him to behind the tall wooden counter. "Oh, I'm just here to relax a bit," I said. "At work?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow. "Yeah. Is there a problem with that?" He gave me a weary look and turned to the espresso machine. "No. There's no problem." He looked back at me and gave me a smile. I countered with a bored look. He laughed. "Are you going to Andrea's party tonight?" I asked as I grabbed two coffee cups. "You're kidding, right? Why would you ask me that? I would never pass up the chance to hook up with the beautiful and busty Melinda Goldstein, who just so happened to break up with that dickbag . . . uhm, what's his name? Brantley? What the hell kind of name is that?" I stood in front of the espresso machine, filling both coffee cups, laughing at what Joey had said. "Like you could ever convince her to even touch you, let alone have sex with you. She's a stuck up sophomore who comes from a wealthy and respected Jewish family. They practically own this town. She probably thinks she's too good for you," I said after topping off the hazelnut flavored coffee with tons of whipped cream. I grabbed the bottle of mocha and drizzled the thick syrup onto the whipped cream in a criss-cross pattern. It looked better than anything one would get at Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks, and probably tasted better, too. "Besides," I continued, "she's so much younger than you, weirdo. Why don't you start hitting on some cute college girl instead?" I picked the mugs up from the counter, turned around, and looked at him, cocking my head to the side. He let out an exasperated sigh. "I have the next four or so years of my life to hit on 'cute college girls.' So cut me some slack, alright?" We both chuckled and he turned to a customer who was in need of service. I shook my head at his silliness and walked back out to the patio. I placed the cups on the table and sat down. Lynne grabbed for hers, and we each took a sip of our lattes, sighing with contentment. You couldn't find a better latte anywhere else. I sat back watched Lynne as she sat deep in thought, her blue eyes unfocused as she stared off in the distance, her delicate pale fingers tracing circles on the side of her mug. Boy did that girl love to daydream. I looked away and began people watching – my favorite pastime. The café was smack in the center of town and across from the duck pond. The way the sun reflected off of the pond made it look like thousands of tiny diamonds floating on the surface of the water. It was mesmerizing. Parents came with their children downtown with bags filled with stale bread to feed to the ducks with, while elderly couples sat down on benches holding hands. Off to the side of the duck pond was the playground, where I could see and hear little kids jumping and running and laughing and shouting. Such a beautiful day, where everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, yet I was still absolutely miserable. I continued to sip my latte, a slight frown on my face. Oh well, I thought, at least I'm no-. "That's it!" Lynne shouted, startling me out of my reverie. "What is it?" I said. "And why are you shouting? People are staring," which was true; the soft chatter of the patio died immediately after Lynne's random outburst. "I have the perfect plan to get revenge on Carter!" she said excitedly. I rolled my eyes at her again and took another sip of my drink. "C'mon, Kris, at least listen to what I have to say. Please?" She arranged her large pink lips into another pout. Did those things really work on guys? I sighed in defeat, looked at her and said, "I'll listen, but that does not mean it'll be a good idea and definitely doesn't mean we have to go through with it." "Trust me. This plan is perfect. It is both flawless and original." Lynne's face beamed with pride. "Well, let's hear it," I said. "Okay. Well, you know how while you and Carter were dating, he hated all of your guy friends and ex-boyfriends? Especially Joey?" I nodded, trying to figure out where this was going. "You should take one to Andrea's party tonight!" Her smile widened. "He will seethe with jealousy." I stared at her blankly. Somehow, she took it as me being speechless with pride or something like that. "You love it, don't you? I knew you would!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands and doing a little dance in her chair. I realized I still hadn't said anything, and it was clearly sending the wrong signals. "Lynne, I'm sorry, but that had to be the most unoriginal plan I've ever heard." I felt bad for bursting her bubble, but it didn't seem like it would do the trick. Not only that, but I didn't feel like "getting revenge." "It's also full of flaws. What if he doesn't give a shit? What if he gets too angry? It's tacky. I'm not sure how I feel about this." Despite what I said, her good mood didn't seem to falter. "It'll be just fine. Trust me." She looked around to try to see where Joey had gone. "Joey! Hey, Joe! JOE!" she shouted. We started getting awkward stares from passersby. "Lynne! Shut the fuck up!" I whispered loudly. I hated attracting unnecessary attention. Joey peeked his head out, giving her a confused look. She waved him over and he took a seat at our table. "Joey, we have a small favor to ask of you." Lynne gave him a small smile, and he smiled back. I sat there quietly, eyes closed, elbow on the table, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. This was ridiculous. "Well, ladies, what do you need?" Lynne excitedly told him her "wonderful" idea while I fought the urge to sigh and roll my eyes repeatedly. I could see the wheels churning in his head when she finished. A small smile slowly crept up on his face. "Well, I really did hate Carter, and I wouldn't mind intentionally pissing him off, so I'm up for it," he stated. "Nice one, Lynne." They both pounded fists. I let out a frustrated groan. "Wow. You guys cannot be serious." "Well, Kris, it's better than doing nothing and letting them get away with what they did." "But this seems so childish," I said. I hung my head and my long black hair fell around my face. I was at a crossroads: if I went through with this, I would either get my revenge, or I would end up embarrassing myself. I didn't want to risk it, but I sort of did want to try it. Carter used to get really jealous of my close guy friends, and I was curious to see how he reacted to me being with an ex-boyfriend. At that moment, I was convinced. "Okay, fine, I'll do it." Lynne threw her arms in the air like an excited three year-old and high fived me and Joey. I laughed. "So, how about I pick you up tonight, Kristi?" said Joey. "No. That might be overkill. I'll get there at around 8:30 and you can wait for me outside, though, and walk me in," I suggested. "That way, people will see us together and automatically do what they do best – assume. Oh, and I'll probably leave a little early as well, maybe around 11 . . ." "Why?" Lynne and Joey asked. "Oh, uhm, I don't wanna stay out too late. My mom's still pissed about last night, you know . . ." I said nervously. I looked away and drank the last of my drink. They obviously didn't push the subject, so I knew I was off the hook. If I mentioned the meadow, I wouldn't hear the end of it. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I couldn't wait for night to come. I wanted to see Carter's reaction to me moving on to someone else so suddenly. I wanted him to feel as badly as I did. Not only that, but I was excited to venture back to the meadow. I felt such a strong pull towards that place, and I couldn't explain it. Tonight is going to be epic, I thought to myself. Little did I know just how epic it was going to be. *** I pulled up in front of my house, excited about the party and what other things the night was going to bring. I noticed my mom's car wasn't in the driveway, so if I showered and dressed quickly, I would most likely be successful in avoiding them for a whole day. Lynne and I jumped out of my car and ran to our respective houses. "You're going to take your own car, right?" I asked her, opening the front door. "Yeah, I'm gonna get there before you. You better show up! And don't come too late, okay?" "I know, I know, I'll be there. See you then." I shut and locked the front door and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Tossing my stuff onto my bed, I waltzed over to the closet to pick out the clothes I was going to wear that night. It really wasn't going to be that big of a party, and I wouldn't be there that long, but I still wanted look kind of adorable. Anything to make Carter that much more jealous. I settled for my pea green short-sleeve cotton blouse with a white full skirt that fell to my knees. I would wear my black knee high Chuck Taylors with the outfit and leave my hair down, pinning my side swept bangs with a small white bow clip. The outfit was perfect – cute without looking like I tried too hard. I grabbed a white terrycloth towel from the linen closet and headed towards the bathroom. I stripped naked and leaned over to turn on the shower. While coming up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stood at full height looking at my body somewhat admiringly. My breasts stood high and proud, my dark brown nipples hardening from the cool air. My stomach was flat and somewhat toned (like my legs) from the intense workouts I did in track and had an even brown color. I ran my hands down my sides, reveling in the feel of my curves as they dipped by my waist and flared out at my hips. Damn, did I have a big ass. I moved my hands from my hips to my face, patting my cheeks. People couldn't get enough of my squishy cheeks, and I hated them. They used to be huge when I was a baby, but they haven't really gotten any smaller. Just one of those traits that would not go away. My nose was kind of big, in a broad sense. It was just really wide. I had a scar on the left nostril from when I had gotten it pierced, but I no longer wore any jewelry in it. I looked into my eyes and saw deep pools of chocolate. They were wide and expressive and framed by long lashes; I considered them my best feature. My ears were also somewhat big, but that didn't really matter. I had size 00 black plugs and two other lobe piercings in both ears, an industrial in my left ear, and a daith piercing in my right. To say I merely "liked" piercings would be an understatement. But, all in all, I wasn't a bad looking girl. I enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror and feeling great about the way I looked. "Carter should kick himself in the ass hard for letting this go," I said confidently to myself. "Oh well . . ." I climbed into the shower and took my time washing myself off. All I could think about was the night ahead. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more nervous I got. I kept overanalyzing, thinking about the "what if's" and all of the negative outcomes. While something good would happen (like me getting the satisfaction of seeing Carter squirm like a caterpillar), something really bad could happen at the same time (like embarrassing myself in front of the whole senior class). I stepped out of the shower with knots in my stomach. This is what happens when I obsess over things! I dried off and walked into my room, still extremely anxious. I almost didn't want to go anymore, but I couldn't be a baby. Just like the first time I got my ears pierced when I was five years old. I was as nervous as hell, but when I got them done the pain wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, and I ended up wanting more. "I'm done running away from all of this. I'm gonna do this, and it's going to turn out great," I said, smiling at myself in the mirror. Too bad the feeling didn't last. What the hell was I going to do? *** At around 8:40, I arrived in my old beat up maroon Audi A2, nervous as fuck. From the time I agreed to the idea to the time I had gotten into the shower, I was fine. But on the car ride to the party, I began to over-analyze the whole situation, and I was beginning to worry that things might not go over too well. I sat in my car two houses away from where the party was supposed to be, took a deep breath, and stepped out, purse clutched close to my side. So much for trying to calm down. Andrea Miller's home was on the rich side of town, a large newly built home with a wide, freshly manicured lawn, spacious driveway, and an almost regal appearance; it was overall an very nice, but very typical richy-rich person house. Not that Andrea was a snooty individual . . . but you understand what I mean. Kids were milling in the front and around the sides of the house, talking in groups while holding cigarettes and their typical red Solo cups. A few waved hellos and I gave them a small smile. I looked up the brick path leading to the door and saw Joey and Lynne waiting for me, drinks in their hands. When I approached them, Joey grabbed me by my waist with his free hand, pulled me close, and kissed me on top of my head. I looked up at him with a puzzled look on my face and asked, "What was that for?" He quirked an eyebrow, leaned down by my ear and whispered, "I'm trying to make it look like we're supposed to be here together as a couple, like we planned this afternoon." I didn't think he'd take it that far, though, especially when I had just gotten there. It made me imagine what he would do to me in front of Carter. My hand started to shake at that thought – maybe this wasn't such a good idea anymore. "You guys look perfect, just how I envisioned. I knew this plan would work," Lynne stated confidently. She winked at us and took another sip of her drink. I took another deep breath in a valiant attempt to calm my nerves. If I kept this up, it was going to be one long ass night. I could hear the bass boom from Lady Gaga's "Pokerface" when we walked inside. There were so many people in the house, yet one could still walk around comfortably without feeling claustrophobic. I guess that's what happens when both of your parents are doctors. Joey still had his arm around my waist as we walked through the house to the back porch that overlooked the pool. A game of beer pong was set up on the deck, red Solo cups on one side, blue on the other. As we walked towards the table, we attracted stares from people. I could see them whispering to one another, most likely about me. Whatever exaggerated claim they had bouncing around in their head would eventually get out, and within five or ten minutes, everyone at the party will think that Joey was my fuck-buddy after my break up with Carter; I could see it already. Call me paranoid, but it seriously does happen. And it most likely would. I saw no sign of either Carter or Ariel when I arrived, which was sort of a good thing – I still wasn't ready to confront them. But looking over the side of the deck I saw Carter and one of his jock buddies playing another game of beer pong next to the pool. My heart swelled a little bit and my stomach clenched at the sight of him. He had only blue swim trunks on, and, man, did that boy look fine. His hair and chest still had droplets of water on it, and I felt myself wanting to dry him off with my tongue. But my erotic thoughts ended quickly when I realized that below his abs and lightly tanned skin was nothing but pure evil. Oh, but if evil didn't look so sexy . . . I turned my attention back to Joey and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Can you grab me a drink, Joey?" I said, fluttering my eyelashes. He chuckled and nodded his head. He released me so he could go inside, not before placing another kiss on my forehead. I heard some "ooohh!"'s from the people and the deck, and hung my head in embarrassment. Apparently, the "ooohh!"'s caught the attention of the people below, and almost everyone had their eyes on me, including Carter. I couldn't read the expression on his face, and his baby blues eyes burned with . . . something. Jealousy, I had hoped. We made eye contact for a few seconds, and then I looked away. Oof, I thought, this is so embarrassing. I smiled shyly at the people below until they finally looked away. The rest of the night pretty much went the same way. Joey and I shared small hugs and kisses and stayed by each other the whole night. We tried to make a show of it in front of Carter without making it too obvious that it was all a ruse. At around 10, I felt looser and a lot less worried about the plan. The many beers and cigarettes definitely factored into me being calmer, and helped things go smoother and come naturally. I sometimes had to remind myself that it was only a plan and that Joey and I weren't really a couple; that's how into it we were. It was amazingly obvious how pissed off Carter was about the fact that I came to the party with an ex-boyfriend. I wasn't sure what was going on in his mind, but the look on his face said it all. When Joey and I got touchy-feely in front of him, a small flush would creep up on his neck. It made me smile on the inside. Take that, asshole, I would think to myself. I never thought I would enjoy pushing his buttons so much. It was about 10:30, when it happened. Like I had said, everything that night went smoothly. Joey, Lynne, Adam, Jaime, Tim (another ex-boyfriend), and I were standing outside by the side of the house by ourselves chit-chatting when Carter and a few of his friends came up to us. Joey grabbed me around my waist again and pulled me close to his side protectively. Carter was breathing heavily through his nose and looked at me with the most hateful look on his face. I didn't know whether to be angry or scared, but my stomach clenched in anticipation. "You know, Kristi," he said coldly, "I never would have thought you were such a disgusting slut, prancing around this party with this dumbass." He nodded over to Joey, who tensed up and pulled me closer. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve getting mad at me for cheating on you when you've probably been fucking this prick since before you broke up with me!" he spat, his voice getting gradually louder, grabbing the attention of the people around us. Curiosity Ch. 02 "Carter, just shut the fuck up, okay?" His stupidity and the alcohol I had consumed throughout the night were fueling my anger. I was ready to confront this asshole once and for all. "Quit acting like the fucking victim. I didn't do anything with Joey, so stop acting all big and bad like you know everything!" He and I took a step towards each other, both panting in anger and hate radiating from our bodies. I was so tired of it; tired of him, tired of Ariel, tired of running from this. All of that anger and frustration and pain built up inside of me like a shaken up bottle of champagne. And like the cork that flies out of the top, I was ready to explode. I tossed my cigarette on the ground, threw the contents of my red solo cup into Carter's angry red face, punched him in the nose, and shoved him down with all my might. He was caught off guard by my attack, and fell down on his back. Damn, it felt good watching him fall down like a ton of bricks. He groaned, holding his hand to his face, blood rushing down his face from his nostrils. When I heard whooping and hollering, I looked up to see that we were surrounded by pretty much the whole party. Half of them were cheering me on, while all of Carter's football buddies, baseball buddies, and "fangirls" were shouting angrily at me. It was all so overwhelming. I backed up towards my friends, hoping to get out of the limelight. What the fuck have I done? I thought, freaking out. I just attacked my ex-boyfriend in front of all these people. He's lying on the ground, face covered in blood. I knew this shit wasn't going to end well. "You stupid bitch! . . . Dirty whore! . . . Cunt! . . . Crazy slut!" they shouted at me, while at the same time, I heard, "That's right, Kris! . . . You showed him! . . . You go girl! . . . Hit him again!" I turned around to face my friends. Lynne's jaw was wide open, her blue eyes as wide as saucers, staring at me with shock. Adam, Jaime, and Tim were cheering me on, wide grins on their faces. Joey was just as stunned as Lynne was. Despite me being a somewhat violent person, I'm pretty sure they weren't expecting that from me. "What do I do?!" I whispered frantically. I grabbed Lynne by her shoulders and shook her. "What the fuck do I do?! What have I just done?! He-AHHHHHHHRRRGHHHHHHH!!!" "STUPID CUNT!" a female voice shouted. I screamed loudly as a blinding pain erupted on my scalp – someone had grabbed my hair and tugged it forcefully. She threw me to ground where I landed hard, all of the air whooshing out of my lungs. My eyes were watering like crazy, and everything looked blurry. It was so loud. People were shouting and getting rowdy. I couldn't figure out what the fuck was happening. I wiped the tears from my eyes and saw a drunken and enraged Ariel standing over me. Motherfucker . . . I made to get up so I could kick her ass, but she kicked me in the stomach. I rolled from my side onto my knees, my arms clutching at my stomach with my head bent down. She would be coward enough to kick me while I'm down, I thought annoyingly to myself, all the while retching, but still trying to keep the contents of my stomach within my body. "You think you can fuck with me and my boyfriend, you dirty whore!" she yelled. I tried to collect myself by taking deep breaths, and I managed to get onto my feet, swaying a bit. Carter was standing on his side of the circle, dried blood on his face, his nose extremely crooked. Like the idiot I am, I had to say something to rile him up. "So you got your little bitch fighting your battles for you, you fucking coward?" I smiled a bit, still swaying, head cocked to the side a little bit. "Show me whatcha got, Carter!" I stepped forward, still a little wobbly. "C'mon, Tough guy!" I shouted. "Come ON! Hit me! HIT M-" A shooting pain emanating throughout my jaw . . . shouting from the partygoers destroying my ear drums . . . tears making their way down my face . . . blackness clouding my sight and mind . . . God, I'm such a fucking idiot . . . . Curiosity Ch. 02 Okay I found an editor and I'm hoping it won't take nearly as long to get CH. 3 started and finished and editted. As always your input is much appreciated and welcome. This chapter is a little longer. This one wasn't editted but the next one will be. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That's gonna be twenty dollars and seventy cents ma'am." The driver told Deanna as she went to slide out of the backseat. The cab had pulled up to her building after a short fifteen minute drive from the club. With a heavy sigh, she was reaching back to dig out some cash she had in the back pocket of her pants. Deanna had quickly pulled apart a 20 and a 5 dollar bill handing them to the driver, before exiting the cab completely. "Thanks Miss!" The cabby had yelled at her, before he pulled away from the curb to find the next fare. The night hadn't gone at all like she'd hoped. After another sigh, Deanna made her way up the five steps to the gated door of her apartment building. A wooden bowl held her discarded keys after she locked herself in the 3rd floor flat, turning on the lights to in the living room. A momentary glance at the clock above the fireplace brought another disgruntled sigh from her lips, "It's not even past midnight yet." She'd begun stripping as she made her way to the bedroom; shoes had been kicked off in living room, the shirt hung from the handle of a door in the hallway, and just after crossing the threshold of the bedroom, her pants and socks were flung across the room to land in the clothes hamper. Clad in her bra and panties, she made her way to the bathroom across the hall, flipping on the light there. A hot shower would do her some good, with that thought she turned on the shower, tested the water with her hands to be sure it was warmed up. Agile fingers went to work and had the black lace bra unhooked and sliding off her shoulders, before they'd tugged her matching panties down enough that she was able to step out of them. Deanna had thrown her underwear across the hall with little hope they made it into the hamper with her pants. She LOVED her shower; it was her happy place, her one indulgence. It's what made her want the apartment. It was rare to find a place that had a walk in shower that had no door on one side, just an opening for someone to walk in. Which was exactly what she'd done, the soothing feel of water raining down from the ceiling shower head was calming to her. She was happy to indulge herself. She freed her hair from its scrunchii, the water soaking through until her curls turned to waves. Deanna had been hoping the water would wash away the last event of the day, but it wasn't working. Matteo was in the back of her mind, and when she closed her eyes, he was in the forefront of her mind. His dark smoldering gaze stared back at her, saying what he'd hinted at when he'd followed her out of the club. That thick Italian accent had been enough by itself to warm her blood. The man himself looked the part of a subject for many statues in museums. The sheer idea of what he looked like without all the clothes was enough motivation for her soapy hands to slide over her stomach. Her fingertips caressing lightly under the curve of her breasts, the teasing touch in conjunction with the steamy water making her nipples harden. She tilted her head back to let the water push her hair out of her face while rinsing the soap away from her torso, never letting her fingers cease their gentle caress. A slow smile spread over Deanna's lips as she thought about how she would have enjoyed a night with him, shame his arrogance had been such a turn off. Her hands each gave her tits a soft squeeze and quick pinch on the hard nipples before they continued up, as she stepped from beneath the falling water, wiping away the water on her face and wringing out her hair. "Typical man.", she said having turned the water off, and had already wrapped her hair up in one towel while wrapping another around her body. Her body still hummed with slight arousal, but his words and actions were overriding her slight desire. If there was one thing Deanna couldn't stand it was an overly cocky man. She'd dried off, and put on her green and blue polka dotted pajamas, and was now sitting Indian style on the bed braiding her damp hair. Once she'd finished her hair, she'd gotten back up to make sure she'd locked the doors, and turned off the lights. As she'd settled down in her bed, her last thoughts were if she never saw Matteo again, it'd be too soon for her tastes. Are you laughing at me?!" Matteo raged at Aristotle. The striped cat just yawned at him, but didn't break eye contact with the angry vampire. His tail was the only thing on him moving at this moment, but his body was readying itself for a quick escape just in case. "It's been over 2 and a half weeks and I still haven't seen her!" Matteo had been back to the club several more nights, with no luck. He'd even tried other places. With an exasperated grunt he'd flopped down into the chair next to the fireplace, his brooding gaze still on the cat. He knew Aristotle wasn't laughing at him, but if the cat could laugh he probably would at Matteo's own stupidity. He'd made a fledgling's mistake. Instead of scenting the woman, he'd let her walk away, and to add insult to injury, instead of retaining the bit of her scent he'd caught a whiff of, absorb into his mind, he'd ran off and bedded the next available woman, who's scent he could now pick out of 100 people, with his eyes closed. Frowning at Aristotle he said, "Go ahead you can call me an idiot, because I sure as hell feel like one." He knew the woman was local, because she'd taken a cab. Aside from how she looked physically that's all he knew about her. The idea that she must not be a night owl had begun to take root. The scowl on his face had deepened as his voice boomed, "DAMMIT!" The suddenness of that shout was enough to make the cat jump back a few feet. Aristotle was none too pleased at the unexpected expression. He was up and on all fours, claws deeply sunk into the carpeted floor, as he hissed and growled his displeasure towards Matteo. Matteo ignored the cat, and wiped a hand down his face in abject discontent at the entire situation. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. One thing he knew for sure was that he wanted that woman, and the longer it took for him to find her the longer it'd take before him to get what he wanted. All this served to keep him in the foul mood that had begun to plague each day. Poor Annabelle bore his frustration, whenever his thoughts about Deanna's body and what he wanted to do to it became unbearable. At work however it was a different matter. He had been teetering on the precipice of tyranny. Luckily working the night shift meant there weren't that many employees around to fall victim to his mood swings. The good thing about his job was the he didn't have to be there, he was just a phone call away if he was needed, and he'd taken liberty with that aspect of his job, having spent the last week at home. Mostly to ensure he didn't lose his temper and kill someone. He fished his mobile phone from the pocket on his brown slacks, flipped it open, pulled up his call history, and selected Annabelle. As soon as she answered, he didn't bother with a greeting, "Meet me at the usual spot." Without another word he'd hung up the phone knowing she'd be there. By this time Aristotle was still in the same place he'd jumped to but had laid down, his eyes on Matteo, watching as the vampire rose and left the room. Maybe Matteo wouldn't be the only one that had a night out. "Oh come on... Pleeaassse? I'll be your best friend FOREVER if you come with me." Annabelle begged while she dug through the closet for something eye catching to wear. "Annie you know that's not my type of thing. And besides there's no telling what sort of crazies you can pick up at a club." Deanna stood in the doorway and gave her cousin a disgusted look. Annabelle turned to look at Deanna, and stuck her tongue out her. "You haven't been out with me since I moved in here. What sort of family hospitality is that? You can't live your life just working you know." "I let you move in rent free, there's your family hospitality right there." "You inherited the entire building from Uncle Mike and Aunt Julia. So it's not like you have to pay rent yourself. And another thing, why did you pick this apartment when you could have picked one of the bigger 3 bedroom floor plans anyway?" Annabelle had turned back into the closet as she talked, so she missed the saddened expression that flashed across Deanna's face at the mention of her parents. "Not that you'd understand with your country upbringing, but I picked this one in particular because it had been recently renovated and the shower's exquisite." Annabelle finally emerged from the closet with a bit of black material in hand, along with some black strapped wedge sandals. Deanna pasted a smile on her face. If she had wanted to go out, she'd lost the desire to do so when Annabelle brought up her folks. Deanna sighed as she watched Annie strip down and slide the dress on before something had dawned on her, "Annie! Where are your panties?!" Deanna stood in the doorway her arms crossed under her chest, as her face changed from shocked to disapproval. Was the girl trying to get attacked by every hot blooded horn ball in a 50 mile radius? The tiny black dress did little to hide the fact that undergarments were nonexistent. Annie just grinned mischievously at Deanna, "They won't be needed tonight." "Oh you're going to meet that guy tonight? I don't get how you can have sex with someone and you don't even know his full name." Deanna sometimes wished she could be as carefree as Annie. On the other hand she knew Annie had been sheltered on the farm, and was trying to make up for lost time. Completely ignoring Deanna's last comment, Annie gave a quick twirl with her arms out, the action making the already short dress rise until the hem was cupping her ass. "So how do I look?" "Like a slut, but I have a feeling that's what you were going for." The wide grin that had broken out across Deanna's face showed her jest. She loved her cousin more like a sister even more so after losing her own sibling. "Aw you sound jealous Oreo!" Annie teased back as she walked up to Deanna gathering her up in a tight hug. "Me, jealous of the country mouse? I don't think so my dear country bumpkin." Deanna returned the hug fondly, before leaving a kiss on Annie's forehead. "You better get a move on, it's getting late. Plus the sooner you both get your rocks off the sooner you'll be home." Annie pulled out of the embrace, giving her cousin a warm smile before dashing back to her closet to grab a light jacket. With the jacket on and her keys, phone, and ID in her pocket, she was ready to go. "Be safe my wayward family. Your parents would kill me if they knew what you spent your evenings doing." Deanna moved out of the doorway to let Annie pass. "Such a worrywart, you know it's not too late, you can still come with me." Annie hoped she'd change her mind and go out; it'd do Deanna some good to actually socialize with people beyond work. Deanna couldn't help the amused laughter that bubbled up and past her lips, "And do what? Take pictures of your tawdry love affair? Oh I know I could join in, wouldn't that be a hoot! Talk about kissing cousins." Annie shrugged. "Love's got nothing to do with this; it's about an amazing fuck that keeps my kitty purring. Speaking of which, when was the last time your kitty purred, or does it even know how?" And with that statement Annie was out the front door, with that teasing look in her eyes and grin spread across her lips. "Ugh, such a skank!" Deanna mumbled at the closed door, as she went and locked it. Of course her kitty knew how to purr, it'd purred about a month ago, well almost purred anyway. Matteo. She hadn't really thought about him as much during the day since that night, but her dreams were full of him more often than not. She had been totally surprised to find out her cousin had moved here that she'd not put any more conscious thought towards the man. The more that night and the events after played in her mind, she came to realization that her cousin had showed up at the same club just a bit after she left. If she'd known Annie was in town she'd have stuck around. Annie was like a breath of fresh air and sunshine, next time she wanted to go out, and she wasn't going for a booty call Deanna would go with her. The taxi pulled up in front of The Atrium, paying the man, Annie stepped out of the taxi a bit less apprehensive this time. Every time she came here she was little less jittery about it. The outside of the building itself was completely opposite to the inside of it. Passing through the warehouse looking exterior doors, she was able to see that the dance floor was packed tonight. On either side of the dance floor were doors evenly spaced, she veered to the left towards the doors, at the 7th door she knocked. Not hearing anything, she opened the door and stepped inside closing it softly behind her. Matteo was sitting and waiting; his cream colored shirt already unbuttoned and spread open. The corners of lips curled up in a slow smile as he smelled her arousal as she laid eyes on him. She did look delectable in the short tight black dress, the hem was high and the neckline low. To say her cup overflowed would be an understatement. The way the black contrasted with her pale coloring was kicking his body into overdrive. Annie hadn't thought he'd been in the room since he hadn't said anything when she knocked. The man was incredibly hot and cold at the same time, which in a way worked in her favor. The way he made her body scream was all she wanted from him; his cold personality helped her keep her emotions out of this. It was all about the physical gratification. With that thought she stepped towards him, the bulge in his pants obvious. Without a word from either of them she knelt down between his spread legs. The anticipation had her stomach in knots, as her hands went to undo his pants. Annie kept her eyes on his as her hands worked to free his cock from his pants. When her hand reached inside she noted with an amused smile he too had forgone the underwear. Matteo leaned back and lifted his ass off the couch and pushed his pants down, while at the same time Annie's hand released his hard tool from his pants. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, with every stroke of her hand. Annie finally looked away from his eyes to watch her hands work over him. One hand was slowly and firmly stroking his length, while the other had cupped his balls. She shifted her stroking hand leaving some of his flesh exposed. Leaning in her lips parted, and her tongue danced along the base of his cock tasting him. Matteo groaned, his eyes watched her every move intently. He felt the slow glide of her moist warm tongue moving up the length of his shaft, before the tip of it reversed course back down. That feeling of her tongue had his muscles flexing and if her hand hadn't been holding his cock it would have jumped from the sensation. Her tongue repeated the motion until Matteo's entire rod glistened from her attention. Annie lifted up from resting on her heels to her knees and took the head of his cock between her lips. With her lips sealed tightly around his piece, she once again stroked the length of his shaft, while her tongue licked and stroked the head. Her free hand was used to support her upper body, as she begun to bob her head lower and lower onto him, taking even more of his length inside her mouth. "Yes..." Matteo hissed out as Annie's mouth worked over him. He reached down to her head, his hands gently fisted into her abundance of golden locks to guide her speed and how deep she'd take him. Every time he'd start to slide from her lips Annie would suck a bit harder, only to relax when he would thrust back into her mouth. The heady aroma her arousal was thick in the air, and didn't go unnoticed by him. He untangled one of his hands from her hair, to pull the neckline of her dress lower until her breasts spilled out, leaving them trapped and exposed. His palm cupped one testing its weight before covering her nipple, and he gave the entire mound a firm squeeze. The touch of his hand made Annie moan with her mouth full, which made him grunt as the vibration stimulated him more. Matteo was ready and knew she was beyond ready, and with ease he pulled her off and away from him. "Stand up." He'd found he no longer needed to persuade Annabelle to do anything, she was always willing and to make matters better she didn't expect anything more than what they did from him. With a sultry smile, Annie leaned back in and gave him one last lick, before she stood before him, and peeled the straps from her shoulders. Matteo was on his feet in seconds bent over before the petite woman, with a nipple firmly between his lips. Sometime during the nanosecond that their bodies were separated, he'd managed to step out of his pants and lose his shirt and shoes. Matteo pulled at the dress, pushing it down her past her hips to her ankles, and reached for her panties to get her completely naked, only to be pleased to find she wore none. He removed his mouth from her tender nipple and with one foot on her a part of her dress, he lifted Annie up out of it, while at the same time he wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands gripped his shoulders, just as she found herself fully impaled on his hardness. She couldn't speak she was so far gone at that moment. All she could do was rock her hips against him. Matteo had taken a couple of steps until he had her back against the door, and her hands trapped in his own above her head. His hips had her firmly pinned against the door and at the mercy of his pounding body. She was so short that he had to stop his thrusts just to bend a bit more to suck and nibble on her breasts. Annie's pussy began to tighten around him, and she'd started to hump at him to get him to move more, a quiet whimper of frustration and anticipation passed her lips. Matteo released Annie's hands, and gripped her hips firmly. He had started a steady pace that denied Annie her release but built up his own. Gradually his tempo changed and picked up speed, after two or three deep thrust Annie was soaring, her head twisted as a silent scream never came out. Her pussy convulsed and tightened on his deeply embedded cock. Her fingernails had tried to dig into the door leaving behind slight gashes and scratch marks. Matteo never let up on his thrusting. His head had dipped into the crook of Annie's neck, his lips licking and softly sucking, but not biting. He wanted just her body tonight. He began to pull her hips towards his as he sought his own release. His grunts signaled his impending climax. Annie had tightened her legs around him, and his hand shifted to her ass pulled her more forcibly against his grinding hips. After a few more hard and deep thrust the dam burst and he was cumming. He pressed as deeply inside her as he could and held himself there enjoying the pleasure that washed over him, as well as feeling some of the frustration leave his body. Matteo carried Annie over to the loveseat he'd originally been sitting on and placed her on it. He handed her some tissue to clean herself with. "Thanks." This was a rarity for Annie, normally after their meetings she fell asleep. Not that she didn't feel like she'd just run a triathlon, and could use a nap. She reached down and picked up her dress from the floor. She got to her feet slowly to make sure she could maintain her balance with her shoes on. Curiosity Ch. 02 With an amused smile on his lips Matteo watched Annie get dressed as he too reached for his discarded shirt and slacks. "There's a bathroom through that door over there." Annie looked to where he pointed to the right side of the room; she never noticed that door before. She gave him an appreciative smile and headed into the small bathroom, where she cleaned herself up, and fixed her hair. As she reemerged from the bathroom Matteo was gone. With her dressed slipped back into place, Annie slid out of the room and headed to the bar. Matteo watched her from a distance with a frown on his face, he thought she'd go straight home. Looking at her more intently he pressed against her thoughts, thinking she should call a cab and go home. The bartender was heading in Annie's direction with a hungry appraising look on his face. Before the tender could catch Annie's eye she was looking down at her phone unaware she'd even grabbed it. Annie shrugged and rose from the barstool, at the same time she was pressing numbers for a cab. Matteo watched as Annie made it safely outside. He would have to find another place for them to meet; if he kept meeting her here others would think her a doll, free for the tasting so to speak. The cab pulled up to the curb and before Annie could think to react; the door the cab was opened for her. As she looked up she was surprised to see Matteo holding the door open. "OH! I thought you were gone." She said unable to stop the surprise in her voice. "I'm leaving now, but I saw you come out and wanted to be sure you got off safely. You never know what type of person you might come across at this time of night, Annabelle." He gave her a genuine smile. "Well thank you Mr. Costa. It's been a pleasure." She returned his smile at the same time she slid into the backseat of the cab. She rolled the window down and gave the cabby her address, before turning to Matteo. "Maybe next time can be my place?" "Maybe it can, and the pleasure was all mine." He leaned down to the window and kissed Annie, and she returned the kiss with a fiery passion, before she pulled away and sat back in the back. "Until next time." With that the cab drove away. About an hour later she was back in front of her apartment door. Keys rattled as she let herself in, before they were tossed into a dish close to the door. "Honey I'm hooooooome!" She called out to Deanna. Not getting an answer she snuck quietly down the hall towards Deanna's room. The smile on Annie's face faltered as she saw the photos on the bed covers next to her sleeping cousin. There were pictures of them as kids, her, her older brother, Deanna and Danielle. Some were of Deanna and her family only. Annie gathered the photos up and placed them on the night side table, along with the albums they'd come from. Annie gave Deanna another look before she went across the hall and showered. She dried off as she made her way to her own room, slipping on some panties and a night shirt. After braiding her hair, she tiptoed back to Deanna's room and curled up next to her wrapping her arms around her. Deanna snuggled back against the warm body, wrapping her arms over the arms holding her, and mumbled drowsily, "Dani?" Annie was just drifting off to sleep herself when she heard Deanna, "Shhh go back to sleep Deanna." With that she gave her a gentle squeeze. Deanna rolled over and her arm connected with something warm but definitely hard. "HEY! What the hell Deanna?!" "Ow... Huh?" Deanna looked over to see Annie holding her face with both of her hands, shock, pain and anger visible in her eyes. "Annie, when did you get in bed with me?" Annie checked her nose and her hands, no blood that was good but her nose did hurt but it obviously wasn't broken. She gave Deanna a menacing look, before she checked the bedside clock. "Almost 6 hours ago." Both women sat up in the bed, Deanna leaned over and hugged Annie, "Sorry I'm used to having the whole bed to myself." She hugged Deanna back, "Noted for future references now. When did you become a wild sleeper?" If she remembered correctly Danielle had been the wild sleeper. They used to make Dani and Jacob share beds to see who would be the one that survived the night. On more than one morning they'd find Jacob on the floor, or Dani hanging half way off. Deanna shrugged as she let go of Annie. "I don't know really, it doesn't happen all the time, and besides you didn't end up on the floor and there were no broken bones or bruises. So I'm not that wild." Annie watched Deanna roll out of bed; she tried to get a clue about her mood. Deanna saw the stack of photos and sighed. She walked around the bed and to the door, before she turned to Annie with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Pancakes for breakfast?" "Sure, so long as mine have nuts." Annie gave her a winning smile. The quiet tone spoke volumes to Annie, Deanna didn't want to talk about it, at least not right now. She could respect that, and she could also wait. Unbeknownst to Deanna, Annie had been sent here to get Deanna to stop retreating into herself like she had been the last year. Eventually when she was ready to talk about what happened or how she felt, Annie would be there. To be continued... Curiosity Ch. 02 There's something about not seeing someone who you used to see and hang out with literally every day that is hugely depressing. Once you see them again though it's like a weight is lifted off your shoulders and all is well again. Such was the case when we all got back from winter break. I was mostly excited about being able to see Ty again but I didn't realize how happy I would be to see Bethany again until I actually did. Don't get me wrong, I was happy to see Emma and Adam and everyone else too but for some reason when I saw Bethany I could barely contain the huge smile that spread across my face. I'm sure it looked ridiculous but she didn't seem to care as she just ran up to me and hugged me as hard as she could. "Jamie! I missed you sooo much!" She practically yelled in my ear as she held me tight and refused to let go even after I had clearly stopped hugging her back. Not that I minded, I actually quite enjoyed the feeling of our bodies pressed so close together. Seriously? It's been two seconds and you're already thinking like that! My brow furrowed as I mentally scolded myself and I started to detach myself from her. I quickly changed my expression to one of happiness so that she wouldn't think something was wrong and I told her I missed her too and break was good but disappointingly boring and that's when Emma came through the room and we basically repeated the greeting. We all sat and talked for the next couple of hours, again jumping up and getting excited when Adam came bursting through the door, ceremoniously stepping through the door and announcing his arrival with a fake British accent, "Sir Adam Jonathon Willionson the third has returned!" And so we had to restart all of our stories but we really didn't mind since we were all enjoying being in one another's company again. It took much less time to settle into a routine than it did first semester and soon we were back to the same old same old. Nothing noteworthy happened until about a month later when I was hanging out with Emma and she suddenly looked up from her book and said, "oh shit!" "What?" I responded groggily as I had been taking a nap on her couch, a very common occurrence especially after my psychology lecture ends at three on Mondays and Wednesdays and it happened to now be Wednesday at 4:15. "I'm supposed to meet my group at 4:30 at the library today!" "Well you better get going, it's a 15 minute walk." "I know," she said as she frantically grabbed things and shoved them in her backpack. She paused for a second and asked, "wait...isn't there a bus that comes at 4:23?" "That goes away from the library not towards it." My monotone but slightly annoyed voice answered. "Fuck." She swore under her breath and continued to grab things and then slung her backpack on. "I'm leaving so don't go anywhere until Bethany gets back or we can't lock the door." "Mmmp" "Did you hear me?" "Yeah, don't leave, Bethany, door, got it." I mumbled "Are you just going back to sleep?" she asked but I didn't respond, I was already unconscious. Tsk that girl Emma thought to herself with an amused smile on her face as she hurried down the hall to try and not be too late for her meeting. * * * * Bethany got back to her dorm and was surprised to find Emma gone. She thought about waking Jamie up to ask her where she went but she looked so peaceful sleeping she just couldn't. This was literally the girl of her dreams, sleeping on her couch dreaming and there was no way she would interrupt that. She sat down in her chair and sighed as she watched Jamie. How could she tell her about this? She's always considered herself to be straight, she'd never even considered being with another woman before, plus whenever they even mention lesbians, even just joking about how Jamie must secretly be one because she was big into sports, Jamie would get really mad. Clearly she must be 100% straight and that made Bethany sad. This girl had thrown her for a loop and there wasn't even a chance that if she somehow got over having to change her lifestyle and tell her very Christian parents that she was dating a girl that it would even work out. So she sat there for the next few minutes just admiring this girl who, in her eyes, was the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen, as she lay there on her couch curled up in a ball like she always is when she's sleeping. She turned over and when she did she exposed quite a bit of her neck and it gave Bethany an idea. Jamie was a sound sleeper, she figured she could probably kiss her while she was sleeping and she wouldn't even know it. This thought got her heart beating really fast and she knew that if she was going to do it that this was the most perfect opportunity. She moved towards the couch and slowly walked towards Jamie, accidentally tripping over a book and catching herself on the back and arm of the couch, not daring to breathe and hoping that Jamie hadn't woken up despite the couch having moved beneath her. When she was satisfied that her friend was still off in dreamland she stepped back and then lowered herself onto her knees in front of her. She reached out with one hand and gently caressed her face, palm sliding along her jaw as her thumb traced her cheek and down over her slightly parted lips. If her heart wasn't racing before it certainly was now as she licked her lips and slowly started to move forward. She was maybe a centimeter from Jamie when she heard the door being unlocked and she shot up and ran into the bathroom. Emma came in and dropped her bag on the floor and slumped down into her chair while making a very exaggerated sigh. Jamie woke up when the bag hit the floor. Bethany came out of the bathroom shortly after, extremely disappointed at what just happened, but hid it and asked Emma where she had been. Emma explained and once she was done Bethany asked if they wanted to watch The Notebook. Emma agreed immediately but Jamie said no. "I'm still really tired so I think I'm just gonna go back up to my room and sleep. See you guys tomorrow." "Ok" they both said at the same time although Bethany sounded more disappointed than Emma. "See ya!" Emma added as Jamie walked out the door. Bethany popped in the movie and sat back in her chair, she watched the movie but her thoughts were running wild with what could have just happened. * * * * As soon as Jamie had closed the door behind her she took one step, two steps, and then pressed her back against the wall and slid down until she was sitting. What Bethany hadn't known was that she had awoken when her friend fell onto the couch. For whatever reason she had decided to pretend to still be asleep, in her newly woken state she figured she had just fallen on her way to get the remote or something. She hadn't considered that her friend was actually about to make a move on her. Of course she wouldn't though, Bethany was straight so she had no reason to even suspect that and she was straight too right? Right, she had a boyfriend and everything. But even though she was surprised when she felt Bethany's hand on her face, she was almost more surprised by the electricity she felt and the warmth that lingered afterwards, especially on her lips. It had taken all of her will power not to do either of the things that she was incredibly tempted to do; she had to fight to not just grab Bethany's face in her hands and kiss her but she also had to fight just as hard if not harder to not jump up and run away. This internal struggle was what had given Bethany the time to get so close to kissing her and when Jamie heard the door and felt Bethany leave her she was simultaneously relieved and saddened. She sat there for a while, her inability to decide how she really felt eating her up inside. Eventually she got up, if only from fear of Bethany coming out into the hall, and went to her room. She texted Ty and told him to come to her room. She honestly just wanted to talk to him but when she got his response and it said "ive got 4 condoms, that gonna be enough? ;)" she changed her mind and suddenly wanted nothing more than to have him fuck her into a pleasure induced coma so she replied, "not by a long shot, but don't worry I have some here =)" When he got there she was naked. * * * * Jamie woke up to her roommate's alarm at 8am. "Uhnnn...." She groaned and then rolled out from under Ty and got off her bed to shut her alarm off. She made a mental note to unplug it the next time that her roomie was out of town for the week and then crawled back into bed. "Morning babe." Ty said and kissed her forehead. "Morning." She responded and then cuddled back up to him. "What time is it?" he asked. "Too early." "Ha funny babe but no, you know I've got an 9am on Thursdays, do I have to go now?" "You never have to go" she snuggled closer to him "You know, you're cute, but I can't miss that class, it only meets once a week. Now I'm going to ask you again," he asked her like a parent asking a guilty kid a question they already know the answer to, "what time is it?" "It's noon, you missed class, stay." He laughed again and he started to get up while Jamie protested. "I don't want to go babe but I have to." "You don't have to do anything." "I have to go to class and be a good boy" he told her while he kissed her on each cheek. "From what we did last night I would say you no longer qualify to be a 'good boy'" she flirtily responded as he kissed her on the nose. He laughed again, "You know you might be right but I do have to go." "Nooooo, stayyy" she pleaded. "I can't" he pulled his shirt back on. "Please" "Hmmm...ok" "Really!?" she sat up in bed. "No silly! But I will be back." Now annoyed and actually dreading being alone she tried to beg one more time, "Please Bethany stay." "What?" he turned around and looked at her confused. Realizing her mistake she tried to recover, "I said please stay; it's too early for me to even think straight...stay." Ty looked at her for an almost uncomfortable amount of time before he decided that it was early and his girlfriend was not a morning person and Bethany was her best friend so it was an easy mistake to make. "I wish I could but I can't," he kissed her on the lips and then said, "I'll call later...I love you." Now it was Jamie's turn to look at Ty. They hadn't said the 'L' word yet, and she knew that she did like him a lot, like really a lot, but she was still confused by Bethany and didn't want to make a promise she couldn't keep. She bit her bottom lip and then kissed him again, harder than he had kissed her, and looked him in the eye and said, "I love you too." He smiled and gave her another peck before leaving. Once he was gone Jamie had to convince herself out loud that she did love Ty, that whatever she felt for Bethany was just curiosity and nothing more and she wouldn't let that get in the way of what she and Ty had. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't so she got up and did something she very rarely did -- she went for a run. Once outside the dorms she stretched for a few minutes, cranked up her volume on her iPod, and then started to run. She wasn't paying attention to anyone around her, when she ran she ran to think about her life, she didn't muddle up her concerns with what some girl is wearing or whether that guy on his longboard who just wiped out is okay. So it really didn't register with her that she ran right past Bethany on her way back from class or that her face was still slightly red and puffy around her eyes, evidence that she had been crying a lot last night and early this morning. In all Jamie ran about 8 miles. During that run she had made a plan of action for fixing everything that was wrong. It took her about 7 miles to figure it out but when she did it was so simple that she lost track of where she was going and almost tripped when she thought of it. As she showered she went over just how it would go in her head. She practiced what she would say and do a hundred times as she washed her body and shampooed her hair. She thought of every possible outcome and was prepared for any one of them. She got out and dried herself off and then made herself up. She wore a simple but cute outfit, put on just enough eye makeup to accentuate her blue-green eyes and noticed that today they were looking especially blue which made her happy. She brushed on a little bit of blush and put some lip color on to make her lips pop. She scrunched her hair but left it in its half-dry state and swept it into a side ponytail. Once she was satisfied with her hair she looked into the mirror and she was almost surprised at how...amazing she looked. She was never one for getting dolled up and she had kind of low self-esteem, she had never really thought of herself as pretty before, but this girl looking back at her in the mirror was unmistakably beautiful. She only looked for a little while, noticing that she was starting to blush with embarrassment since she was basically checking herself out with is something she doesn't do, and then she was on the move. * * * * Bethany had showered and put on pajamas since her day was now done after the one class and debated texting Jamie. She knew her friend only ran when she was doing intense thinking, she mentioned it once while she was drunk, and she didn't want to bother her but she also wanted Jamie to know she was there for her. She had a blank message staring her in the face for a good five minutes as she went back and forth between texting and not texting when she heard her door open and saw Jamie walk in. She looked stunning. * * * * Jamie had practically marched her way to Bethany's room, determined to put whatever this was behind her so she could honestly say she was in love with and had feelings for Ty and only Ty. But now she hesitated. All of the doubts that she had from all the scenarios came rushing back to her and she started to back away from the door. What if this destroys our friendship? What if she gets mad at me? What if I make whatever feelings she has for me worse? What will happen to our group of friends? What if I fall in love with her? NO! her inner voice practically screamed its rejection at that last thought. You love Ty. You are straight. You are only doing this so that your friendship can move forward, clearly she has some sort of feelings for you and this will help extinguish her curiosity and yours for that matter. You are straight, just go in there and prove it. She took a deep breath and marched back towards the door. She didn't bother knocking, she knew it would be unlocked and she knew Bethany would be there but Emma wouldn't. She walked in and paused for a second registering where Bethany was and then she continued forward. Bethany looked at her and said "Hey what's --" but she never finished her sentence. Jamie had grabbed her face with her hands and brought face close enough so that their lips were just barely touching. She could feel Bethany's breathing momentarily stop and she heard her friend's voice from months ago. I don't want Emma, I want you. As soon as she heard those words she closed the rest of the gap and embraced her in an extremely deep and impossibly passionate kiss, one that seemed to convey to Bethany that she had pent up feelings for her and she could feel from the way that Bethany responded past the initial shock that she felt the same. Everything was going according to plan, she would kiss Bethany, they would both realize that they felt nothing, and then they would both move on with their lives and remain friends. So far she had accomplished the kiss. She was prepared for any situation where Bethany would yell at her after or slap her or want to talk to her about it but despite the fact that she had thought about the possibility that she would actually like the kiss, she hadn't realized that that one kiss would open the floodgates. Her plan from there on out shattered into a million pieces. She lost all sense of time or control and hungrily kissed her best friend, their tongues intertwining in a dance where neither led the other, they just moved together exploring one mouth then the other and then back. Their lips slid against one another as they devoured all their lust and passion that had been released into that one kiss. Eventually they slowed down, turning from a desperate kiss to more tender and cherishing one. Jamie pressed her forehead against Bethany's then separated her lips from her friends and looked into her eyes. She wanted so much to have not enjoyed that, she was straight, she loved Ty, this wasn't who she wanted to be. But she couldn't help herself from stealing another quick kiss from Bethany. Bethany could see the fear in Jamie's eyes, she could tell that what just happened had not gone as planned and she felt bad for her friend. She knew exactly how she felt, she was just as confused by what had just happened and was ashamed at how hard her nipples felt and at the wetness she could feel building from her core. She looked back at her friend with all the same mixture of confusion, lust, panic, and desire and tried to convey to her friend that she had no idea what the hell was going on either. They stayed like that for a long time, their breathing slowly going back to normal, both wondering what was going on and why they felt the way they did and how their friend felt about what they had just shared. Jamie was the first to speak. "I love Ty." The words hit Bethany like a slap in the face and she winced. She didn't know why that hurt so much, after all nothing was actually going to happen between them, she couldn't change her whole life like that, but nonetheless it still hurt that after all that passion between them the first thing Jamie mentioned was Ty. "Okay." Was the only response that she could muster. "I really do.....I love him.....I do..." "I believe you." Bethany answered, getting slightly upset that she wouldn't stop mentioning it. "I can't leave him." For whatever reason Bethany snapped, "Then why did you do that? Huh!?" Jamie didn't answer her. "Why did you come in here and kiss me with so much damn feeling that I felt like I was going to explode? And then you tell me that it meant nothing to you? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" her voice steadily raised as she went on and at the end she was practically screaming at her friend. She still didn't answer, in fact she wouldn't even look at Bethany. "Answer me!" "It didn't mean nothing" Jamie whispered so quietly that Bethany almost didn't hear it but seeing as it was dead silent in the room it was loud and clear to her. "Then what did it mean?" Bethany responded much calmer and quieter than before. Jamie started to say something but Bethany interrupted to say "look at me." She looked up and started again, "It meant that for the past few months I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I've tried so hard and I just couldn't control it. If I didn't do something about it it would've eaten away at me until it ruined my relationships and I couldn't take it anymore. I figured I wouldn't feel anything like what I feel when I kiss Ty and I could put it to rest then as just curiosity. And I was sort of right, it didn't feel like what I feel with Ty. It was so much better and that's why it makes it so hard for me to say that..." she trailed off and tried to compose herself but was failing. Soon she had tears falling down her cheeks and she repeated, "I have to say that...that I..." and then she broke. She fell to her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably and Bethany rushed to her and held her. She rocked her and made soothing noises to console her friend. A little while later Jamie stopped crying, or rather had calmed down enough to say what she sad to say. Curiosity Ch. 02 She looked Bethany in the eyes and hesitantly said, "That I can't be with you." And then she looked down as more tears came but she wasn't making a sound, they silently hit the floor and made little pools where they landed. Bethany reached out and tilted Jamie's head back up so she could look at her. She wanted to say that she understood and that she couldn't be with Jamie either but the words caught in her throat. This girl was beautiful and she was in pain because of Bethany. She couldn't take it, her eyes welled up with tears of her own and she opened her mouth to try again but she still couldn't say it. She couldn't tell her that she felt the same way, that would only cause more frustration with the situation. So instead, she put her own feelings aside and said as the first tear ran down her cheek, "I don't want to be with you." She could almost hear Jamie's heart break and she was amazed at how much of an effect her words had. Of course this would also bring her friend a tremendous amount of pain but in the long run it would be for the best. She would think that there was no way they would be together even if she wasn't in love with Ty because Bethany didn't want her. She could go on being happy with Ty, and god Bethany knew she was happy with him that's the reason she had to do this, and she could continue her life with no regrets. Jamie didn't look at Bethany's eyes as she asked, "Can I kiss you one more time?" Another painful tear fell down Bethany's face and she quickly wiped it away. If the last sentence she had said hadn't been the hardest thing she'd ever had to say then what was coming next definitely had to be. She looked at Jamie and tried to hold her gaze but her friend wouldn't match it. She sighed almost imperceptibly and then managed to whisper, "No." They sat next to each other for a long time, both knowing that there was nothing left there. They couldn't be lovers, they couldn't be friends, they weren't meant to be. Bethany stayed where she was as Jamie stood up and slowly walked out of her room and out of her life. Curiosity Ch. 02 It became almost instantly pleasurable and in a blur of feelings and lust I just began pushing back against this intruder that was so natural in my ass that I couldn't resist and Dan began pushing forward until I felt his balls and hair hit my ass cheeks. I had done it, there was a cock in my ass buried all the way in and the mixture of pain and pleasure was beyond my control and I began to shoot into Tom's mouth with such force I thought I was going to drown him. As I shot my load in Tom's mouth he just pushed deeper onto my cock and swallowed it all not missing a drop. I was mentally and physically gone now and as I slumped forward my ass pushed farther back on Dan's cock and he began to pump in and out with a new agenda. Tom let my softening cock slide from his mouth and he helped me lay over the edge of the bed while Dan kept his cock buried in my ass. Once I was against the bed Dan began to slam his cock in and out my ass with such force that I thought his cock was going all the way up into my stomach. I just can't explain the feelings as this cock slammed into me over and over again and you heard the sound of skin slapping and I could feel his balls slamming against my balls. I reached down between my legs and felt his cock sliding in and out as it was hammering me with no mercy and remembered feeling like I had just won the lottery or better. Nothing seemed to make any sense right now and as he pumped his huge hard cock in and out of my ass I was consumed by lust and I could feel the gentle tingling sensations my cock getting hard again. My eyes were closed and I was imagining the view of me draped over a bed with a cock sliding in and out of my ass just as Tom put his hot and hard pre cum covered cock on my panting lips. Not know at first what it was I opened my eyes startled and after seeing it was a hot throbbing cock, I didn't miss a beat, I just opened my mouth and slid this cock into my mouth until it hit my gag reflex. I was physically and mentally consumed with lust now and nature took over while I just kept trying to take more of his cock in my mouth, sliding it in and out like the cock whore I had become. I reached up and began jacking Tom off while bobbing up and down on his cock as Dan kept hammering my ass with a vengeance. Dan changed his pace and began to slowly slide his cock in and out all the while telling me to feel how good my ass feels right now and to feel the head as it popped in and out of my virgin ass. He kept asking me if I could feel the heat of his cock and the veins of his cock as it slid slowly back and forth going deep into my bowels each time. My mind clouded and the feelings in my ass muscle were beginning to take over my body and I could begin to feel the heat of this hard rigid cock muscle slide in and out and how it felt when it bottomed out deep in my ass and how his balls felt so good as they bumped into my ball sack. I was jolted back to reality when Tom stopped my hand and just held my head still as he pushed his cock against my gag muscle and just held it there. At the same time I felt Dan lunge into me real hard, holding me tightly against his cock I was confused at first but it became crystal clear when I felt Dan's cock jump and the first stream of hot cum hit the deep inner walls of my bowels. I tried to cry out but the cock in my mouth only fell farther down my throat and I began to choke. My spasms only heightened the feelings for Dan as I jumped back against his cock forcing it further into my bowels and Dan began grunting and pushing his cock farther into me forcing Tom's cock farther down my throat. I felt shot after shot of Dan's hot cum hit the deep walls of my virgin ass and just froze to savor the euphoric feelings I had at that moment. The moment was short lived though because at the same time Tom's cock began throb and I felt Tom shoot his hot load deep in my mouth. I choked and began coughing and gagging with my mind tell me to get it out of my mouth but my lust told me keep trying to keep this cock in my mouth. At the same time I was trying to keep Dan's cock in my ass because they just felt so fucking great right where they were and it was like they always belonged there. I managed to calm down and stop choking and slowly pull away from Tom's cock as it fell limp in front of my face. I felt Dan pull his semi hard cock slowly from my ass and when it popped out, I instantly felt cum dribble down my legs. Exhausted, I lay down on the floor and just smiled as I felt cum from two different men dribble out of my ass and down my chin. Both Tom and Dan looked at me with somewhat evil grins and said if it wasn't what I had hoped for or what I expected, that I shouldn't worry because there was a lot more to come like it or not. In an instant I realized what a cock whore I had become and knew this was going to be a very long ordeal. I became instantly ill when Dan told me to come downstairs and watch the raw footage of our new star and that he and Tom would have a great time making my 'coming out film' Chapter 3, still coming is the conclusion..........of this drama Curiosity Ch. 03 Hey guys sorry this took so long I know a few of you have been waiting intently on this next part and I really appreciate all the feedback! I like when stories have a sort of history to them so that can really get into the characters better so that's why not much has happened yet and there's really not much in this one either, sorry, but the next one I promise there will be more. Writing this has been an emotional outlet for me so I had to get this all out before I could get to the good stuff. The next part should be done in a few days so look out for that and until then enjoy! Oh and also if you haven't yet I would recommend reading the first two parts before this one, it makes it better =) **** Bethany awoke with a start. In the years that had passed since Jamie transferred to another school, Bethany had come to understand two things about her life; one was that she was definitely a lesbian. The other was that the only girl she ever really loved was Jamie. Sure she had been with other girls since then, even ones who were really REALLY good in bed, but the way she felt about them just never came close to how she had once felt about Jamie. There was not a single person she had met before or since her that seemed to be sexy no matter what she did. Whenever Bethany came back from class and saw her sitting on the couch or with her head buried in a book or sleeping in the most uncomfortable looking positions, she still would look like the most desirable object in the world. The way her eyes would brighten or darken depending on her mood never ceased to amaze her. The way she walked with her hips giving a cute little swing anytime she felt like she looked hot always made her knees weak. And the way she always smelled like a garden of citrus and spices seemed to linger even in her absence which eventually drove Bethany to have to scrub down her entire dorm room just to make living there bearable. Bethany flat out adored her. She would have done anything to be with her yet she had played a role in making sure that the one kiss they shared would be their only. But here she was, 8 years later with more than just a confused teenager's knowledge, still thinking about the one that started it all. She looked over at her current girlfriend sleeping peacefully, her long brown hair strewn all across her pillow and obscuring part of her pretty face. She should be happy with Rachel; after all she actually loves her and likes to remind her of how much she wants her. In fact just last week Rachel had jumped Bethany during one of her frequent trips to the copy room at work and took her right there. Bethany had been worried about someone coming in on them but Rachel had brought her to orgasm so fast with her skilled tongue that afterwards she wondered if she had just imagined it. When she got home though and Rachel asked if she had spent the day "working hard or hardly working" with a wink she knew it was real. So why couldn't she get over Jamie? The one who had rejected her and was, as she last heard, still straight as a ruler? Why couldn't she let her go and get on with her life loving someone who actually loved her back? She carefully rolled out of bed and tiptoed across the floor, checking to make sure Rachel was still asleep before she snuck out of the room. She went down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Slowly sipping, she once again found herself at the point in her relationship with a woman where she compared all aspects of her to Jamie. Usually it happened earlier on, especially since they occasionally saw each other when they hung out with Emma or Adam. But with Rachel she had felt something there that wasn't with the others. She felt like she could one day say "I love you" to her and not just be saying it to make her happy. Bethany mumbled to herself about how frustrating the whole situation was as she downed the rest of her drink. She got up to pour herself some more wine but jumped when she heard Rachel's voice. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" "Oh nothing," she lied, "I'm just stressed about all that's going on work with the new clients and all the paperwork it means I have to do." Rachel looked at her love's face and studied it for a long while before declaring, "I'm not buying it." "What?" Bethany responded, slightly confused but also relieved that her girlfriend could tell something was actually wrong here. "That's not what's bothering you. Well I mean it might be part of it but you've had harder clients than this and you almost never drink, especially not at 2am. So I'll ask again. Hey baby, what's wrong?" In that moment Bethany decided she had to get over Jamie. She had promised herself many times before that she would, but this time she had so much to lose. Rachel was perfect and she deserved all of Bethany's heart not just part of it. It took a moment for her to respond to her lover's question but when she did told her everything. She explained how she fell in love with Jamie and how it had all ended and how she had never been able to love another because of this. She also went on to say that she didn't feel like it was fair to Rachel that she couldn't give her everything she deserved. The entire time she told her story she looked down into her wine glass, never once looking up until she was finished. When she did she wasn't sure the reaction she was expecting but it wasn't the one that she got. Rachel wasn't looking at her with anger or hurt or even sadness in her eyes. She was looking at her with understanding and acceptance. "I know how you feel." She told her lover, "I've been there; it's not easy to get over a first love, especially if you never really get closure. Mine was Stephanie. We had so much fun together, we were perfect for each other, but I wasn't out yet. I wasn't sure I could handle the lifestyle change it required to be with her. After a few months she...she left me for another girl. I was a wreck. It was then that I realized I couldn't go through that again, if I loved someone I would hold onto them no matter what it takes. And that's how I feel about you. So do you wanna know what I think?" "What?" "I think you should get your closure. Find her, ask what you need to, and once you have that then come back to me." "Wait are you saying we should -- " she cut Bethany off with a "yes". "I think that it would be best for us to spend a little time apart." She paused for a second but quickly continued as Bethany started to reject the idea. "I'm not saying we're taking a break. I would never want that. But I am saying that I love you. I want you to be happy, and right now...drinking wine so late at night...I know you aren't. I want you to fix that because I'm never truly happy unless you are. So for my own selfish reasons, we are not going to sleep together, or talk, until you have what you need." She added with a slightly sad smile. "No, I'll figure this out but we don't have to be apart while I do." She protested. "Baby there's nothing you can do about it, it takes two to tango and I'm sitting this dance out." She stuck her tongue out at her, clearly trying to lighten the mood but she could tell by the look on her girlfriend's face it wasn't working. She grabbed Bethany's hand and looked her in the eyes, "Look, I still love you, more than ever now actually if you'll believe it...but you have to do this on your own. I'll still be here for you when you get back okay?" she squeezed her grip and Bethany returned it before leaning over and kissing her softly before pulling away and agreeing that tomorrow she would start looking for answers. Rachel started back upstairs but Bethany said she would be up in a minute since she wanted to finish her drink. Rachel just stated back at her that "no sleeping together didn't just mean 'no sex' it also literally meant 'no sleeping together'" so she would have to make do with the couch for the night. Bethany sighed at that and suddenly felt like she didn't really want to be up much longer. She dumped the remaining wine down the sink and then took her spot on the couch. Noticing how much lonelier it seemed without Rachel by her side. She fell asleep thinking about when Emma had said Jamie would be back from her honeymoon so she could get her closure. **** That same night, Jamie found herself up and wandering around her apartment looking for something to do. Ty was sleeping in their bed after having been worn out by the flight home but she couldn't sleep. It wasn't unusual for her to be up so late, it was almost a nightly occurrence and Ty had learned to not really worry about it a long time ago. Usually she was up thinking about Bethany and reprimanding herself for continuing her immoral fantasies, but tonight she was mostly sad her honeymoon was over. Who wouldn't be? She wished she could go back to Bermuda and live there forever and never have to worry about seeing Bethany again. She took out a bag of chips and started munching on them as she flipped through the pictures they had taken last week. After about 100 of them she figured she should stop since it was really only making her more upset. She ex-ed out of the album and started to check the news on her laptop. She didn't actually care about the celebrity drama or the stock market but every once and a while a story would catch her eye. Tonight though nothing was really catching her eye so she decided to call Emma. The phone rang for a minute before rolling over to her answering machine. She didn't bother to leave a message, Emma would know she just couldn't sleep and it wasn't anything important but she'd probably call back tomorrow. She called Adam with the same result. Now even more bored than before, she flipped through all 351 channels on her TV and went through her movie collection but found nothing she wanted to watch. She looked through cupboards for anything she could bake but they had no brownie or cake mix. Sighing she looked over at the clock again. "Ugh it's almost threeeee..." she complained loudly to herself as she flopped down on the couch. To her surprise Ty came downstairs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud." She apologized to him as she walked over to hug him and bury her face in his chest. "No, it's ok, I was already up to go to the bathroom when I heard you. I figured maybe I could help you find something to do?" "Like what?" she questioned and looked up at him. "How bout a movie?" "No, I couldn't find anything good." "Have you tried calling Emma?" "Yeah and Adam but they didn't pick up." "Did you try Bethany?" Jamie froze. She didn't want to talk to her but she could see why Ty would ask. To everyone else it seemed like they were still friends who just had a gap of time where they didn't talk while Jamie was out of state. Nobody knew what really happened. Quickly she made up an excuse to not call her 'friend'. "She's never up this late and if you wake her up she's super cranky." "Oh," Ty responded, "did you wanna bake anything?" "We're out of mixes...and eggs... and oil..." "Oh, want me to go get you stuff?" he yawned. "No babe I don't want you driving this late, especially since you're tired," she thought for a second before starting to go towards the stairs, pulling him by the hand. "I guess I'll just come to bed with you and try to sleep." "If that's what you want to do then that's fine by me. Besides that means I get to cuddle with my hot wife then." He joked before turning her around and kissing her deeply. The kiss quickly escalated and Ty carried her up the stairs. They made love twice before Ty fell back asleep, now exhausted, and Jamie eventually found her way to dreamland too. **** The next day Jamie was sitting at her table eating breakfast when Emma called her. "Hey girl! Sorry I wasn't up, I had a long day yesterday I had 3 meetings and my boss was riding me all day about some stupid column I forgot to write or whatever and oh my god! Why am I bitching about my job when my bestie just got back from her honeymoon! You need to tell me all about it!" "Good morning to you too," Jamie replied with a smile, "and of course I'll tell you every little detail! But I haven't seen you in like forever so we should get lunch and we can talk." "That sounds great! Wanna go to Frank's?" Jamie was just about to agree when Emma interrupted saying she had a call on the other line so hold on. "Hello?" Emma asked since her caller id never worked if she was already on the phone. "Hi Emma, it's Bethany." "Oh hey girl! What's up?" she sounded much more enthusiastic now that she knew it was her other friend on the line. "Nothing really but hey I was just wondering if you knew when Jamie got back from her honeymoon?" Bethany questioned trying to sound nonchalant. She had to quickly pull the phone away from her ear as Emma started squealing excitedly into the phone. "Whoa hun, slow down I can't understand a word you're saying." "Sorry," she apologized, "it's just that I'm on the other line with Emma right now! She got back last night and I wanted to hear about her trip and she invited me to lunch and it popped into my head that you could come to lunch too and it would be just like old times again it would be so much fun!" she started talking faster and faster as she got to that last part. "Oh um I don't know, I'm kind of busy today..." Bethany lied. "Bullshit you are! You're a terrible liar. Meet us at Frank's at 2:30 and we'll get to hear all the juicy details!" "But-" Bethany started but Emma was already gone, the girl just didn't know how to take no for an answer. She groaned as she thought about what she was going to have to go through today. Jamie too had to pull the phone away from her ear when Emma got back to her. She really needs to work on her phone etiquette Jamie thought to herself as she picked out enough information to gather that they were meeting at Frank's at 2:30. When she heard that Bethany was coming too she started to protest saying that maybe another time would be better. Emma's response was, "Oh shut up, today is perfect. And just because Bethany isn't straight doesn't mean she won't appreciate hot sex stories even if they do involve cock." "Emma!" Jamie never ceased to be surprised at her friend's bluntness. "What? It's true! So stop your whining. We haven't hung out just the three of us in almost a year even though I keep trying so you guys owe it to me." "Ugh fine." Jamie relented. "Yay! So I'll see you later! Love you boo!" Emma cheerily replied before hanging up. "Yay." Jamie sarcastically said to herself as she set her phone back down on the table and took another bite of her now soggy frosted flakes. **** For the rest of the morning Bethany changed her mind back and forth between whether she would go or not. She took a shower and started to shave her legs before she asked herself what's the point? Rachel wouldn't be anywhere near her for at least a few days, the thought of which put her in an even worse mood. She shaved anyways out of spite. After her shower she didn't bother to get dressed, it was only 11 and she didn't have to leave until 2. Assuming she was going. Which she wasn't. She walked out to her bedroom and turned the TV on, scrolling through the channels she landed on some trash talk show she had never heard of before. After a few minutes though she was really into it and even shouting along with the audience when she heard a knock on the door. Thinking it might be Rachel coming back from her morning run she basically ran to the door. She slowed before the door and took a deep breath before she opened the door and said "I knew you couldn't stay away..." as sexily as she could before her words caught in her throat. It wasn't Rachel coming back from her run. It was a UPS guy and he was obviously trying not to stare at her naked body although it was quite obvious that his efforts were in vain. She felt embarrassed for a split second and considered finding something to throw on but then she thought What's the point? He's already seen it all. So she looked at him and casually asked him, "Yes?" He cleared his throat and stammered out that he had a package for a Ms. Johnson. "Oh, she moved out of this apartment a couple months ago." She waited for a response but found that he was staring at her again. She waited a moment before continuing, "so...you should probably get going then?" He snapped out of whatever fantasy he was in and said, "Right, sorry," as his face turned even redder than before and he turned his head down. She shut the door and then pressed her back to it, reprimanding herself for answering the door naked without checking who it was first. A minute passed and then she heard him ask through the door, "Do you happen to know where she moved to?" "No." she responded curtly, she didn't really know why she was copping an attitude but it was probably to do with the fact that he wasn't leaving and she knew in his mind he was fucking her in her couch or bed or wherever. She waited at the door to listen for when he left. She heard footsteps and figured he had gone but she only got a few steps away when she heard another knock. Now very pissed off she turned back, shut her eyes, and whipped the door back open. "What?!" She practically yelled at the delivery guy but when she opened her eyes it wasn't him, it was Jamie. Immediately her face turned from one of anger to one of shock and then embarrassment as she slammed the door back shut. Her heart was racing. Oh god that didn't just happen, that didn't just happen, that didn't just happen. she repeated to herself in her head until she heard Jamie speak. "Bethany?" Jamie got no response. "I'm sorry I should've told you I was coming over." It took a moment for Bethany to reply but eventually she got her brain to form a coherent sentence. "No it's ok I...um, I thought you were someone else." Another moment passed. "Do you want me to come back another time? I really didn't mean to surprise you but I wanted to talk to you and if this is a bad time..." "No, no, just let me...let me get dressed and then I'll let you in and we can talk." Bethany said, her heart still beating hard in her chest. "Okay." Came Jamie's response. She wasn't sure why her friend was naked or why she had been mad but she did know it didn't help her situation. Of course, even if she hadn't been naked she would still be thinking about Bethany in a way that she knew she shouldn't be. She was married now after all. But it really didn't help to have seen her naked. Upstairs Bethany was throwing clothes on as fast as she could. She put on a matching pair of bright purple underwear and put a baggy sweatshirt over that before slipping on a pair of shorts. She knew she put on her cute bra and panties just in case anything happened, by now it was habit since Rachel liked to surprise her so often, but she also knew she couldn't let anything happen. She was trying to get over Jamie, not into her pants. When she opened the door to let her in she found Jamie in almost the exact same spot as she was when she first opened it. This time though she was greeted with an awkward smile instead of an open mouth and the blush that had been there before was gone. She did notice though that she could just make out her friend's nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt and whatever bra she was wearing. It took a second to realize she was quite obviously checking Jamie out so she swallowed hard and shook her head slightly trying to kick start her mind again before stepping to the right to invite her in. As she walked past, Bethany noticed her cute ass hadn't changed a bit, it was still just as round and firm as the last time she saw her. In fact, everything was the same as it had been last year when they last spent time together. Her friend was still gorgeous and Bethany was pretty much the same too. The only difference now was she wasn't single and Jamie wasn't engaged, she was married. She thought about how painful it would have been for her if she had gone to the wedding last month, even with Rachel, and she didn't notice she was staring off into space until Jamie coughed. Curiosity Ch. 03 She looked up and realized she had been looking right at her chest and turned red for the millionth time that day. "Oh my god I'm sorry I was zoned out and it's just been a long couple of days and I didn't mean to stare I really didn't I'm sorry." she rambled but Jamie cut her off saying it was ok. "I understand, it's been a long couple of days for me too what with all the traveling and unpacking and...yeah..." she trailed off and they sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a while. "So, um, you said you wanted to talk to me about something?" Bethany started. "Yes right, of course," Jamie laughed nervously. "I was just thinking the other night about that one day when I, er, we...you know...and how after we kind of drifted apart even though we have the same friends and I wanted to...make amends I suppose." "Oh, okay, I don't really know what you mean though." Bethany replied, kind of startled that Jamie had mentioned that day. They had a kind of unspoken agreement not to mention it. "Well I think that a lot of the problem with what happened between us was that neither of us was honest with the other. We never sat down and talked about our feelings, or lack thereof, with each other and I think it would help a lot if we did. I know it's kinda weird though since it was what, 7 years ago now?" "8. Well 8 in February." Bethany answered. "Wow, 8 years." Jamie almost whispered as she contemplated where the time had gone while also reliving that wonderful moment at the same time. "So yeah, it's been a while and it might be hard to figure out what happened and everything that pretty much destroyed our friendship, but I think we should try." By the end of her little speech Jamie had started to tear up. It pained Bethany to see her like that. "Please don't cry," she begged her, "I won't be able to stand it if you do." Jamie sniffed and briefly managed to compose herself. "I'm sorry it's just every time I see you or think about you I remember how it was all my fault that we aren't really friends anymore and I feel so bad about it and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She had tried her hardest to not cry but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sobbing but the tears ran freely down her face. Oh so not fair that she can use those pretty eyes against me like that. Bethany thought before she reached over and took Jamie's hand with both of hers. "It wasn't your fault sweetie, really it wasn't." she said to try and console her friend. "No it was." Jamie continued, "I thought I felt something there, and I thought you did too, but I was wrong and it wasn't worth it and I wish I hadn't done it. "Please don't say that." "What?" Jamie asked confused. "Don't say you wish it hadn't happened. It's hard enough that it did but don't wish it away." "But I ruined our friendship. If I hadn't we could still be best friends and you said you..." Jamie trailed off now even more confused than before. Bethany had said she didn't want her, why wouldn't she wish it hadn't happened too? "You said you didn't want me." She finished sadly. Bethany looked into her friend's eyes trying to get her to understand she lied for both of their sakes that day without having to say it but it didn't look like Jamie was getting it. "I know," she stated, "I lied." "What?" Jamie asked but didn't really expect an answer; it was more of a reaction to what she just heard than an actual question. "I said I lied. I said I didn't want you because it was easier that way. It was easier to just have you believe that there was nothing there, that even if you could be with me it wouldn't happen. I lied to help you so you wouldn't have to worry about what might have happened for the rest of your life. It was better that way." They sat quiet just looking at each other. Jamie looked down and thought for a second and when she looked back up Bethany noticed Jamie's eyes had changed, they had gotten darker, almost angry looking, but she didn't understand why. She furrowed her brow a little as she tried to figure it out, she couldn't possibly be mad at her for this could she? Jamie reached across and slapped her in the face. Apparently she could be. "What the-" Bethany started but Jamie interrupted her. "Who gave you the right?" "Wha-" "Easier?" she interrupted again, "It was easier for us? No, darling, no. It might have been easier for you to just write me off and tell yourself you did it for me or whatever you told yourself to make you feel better but it was not easier for me. It wasn't easy to have to face rejection head on like that. Did you know after that happened I was afraid to break up with Ty? I couldn't trust myself to find another person to be with. When you told me you didn't want to be with me more than just my heart broke. My confidence in my abilities to discern who was flirting with me and my confidence in my sexual orientation did too. For years I struggled with why I was so hurt by your rejection. You're another woman for christs sake! I would rather have just dealt with the fantasy of maybe someday being with you, than have to have dealt with my whole world crashing down like that. At least then I could chalk it up to a basic sexual pleasure and not have my emotions go into haywire. Don't you dare tell me it was easier this way. It wasn't." By the end of her rant Jamie had calmed down considerably and made her way across the room. She basically whispered the last couple sentences to herself before turning away to look into the fireplace; she couldn't bear to look at Bethany. Bethany on the other hand wanted nothing more than to look Jamie in the face. She couldn't believe that the girl of her dreams had just admitted to having fantasized about her for years. It was almost unreal, at that moment she wanted nothing more than to take Jamie in her arms and make love to her right there but she knew she couldn't. It would be wrong for so many reasons. Instead she stood up from where she had sat down on the couch -- when had she done that? -- and walked towards her. "Jamie?" she asked as she gingerly reached out to touch her on the shoulder. At the touch Jamie jumped but she still wouldn't look at Bethany. "Jamie?" Bethany asked again, "Look at me, please." Jamie turned away from her and started to walk back towards the door but Bethany grabbed her hand and stopped her. Finally Jamie looked Bethany in the eye. "I'm sorry." Bethany said gently, "I didn't know how badly I hurt you, I really didn't. I thought you were just curious and since you stayed with Ty I figured it helped you to move on. I didn't mean to hurt you this much." They hugged and stayed there, both of their hearts racing as they could sense where this was going next and both of them unsure of what to do. Jamie was married now; she couldn't cheat on Ty especially a day after their honeymoon but she couldn't help feeling aroused at having Bethany so close to her. And Bethany had wanted to talk to Jamie to get over her so she could be with Rachel but the longer she was in her presence the harder she fell for Jamie. Her hand slipped down to the small of her back. She started rubbing her hand in circles and then suddenly took a step back when she realized what she was doing. They awkwardly stood apart from each other and then Bethany cleared her throat, "So uh want some coffee or wine or something?" She knew she could certainly use a glass. "Coffee would be great." Jamie said, she almost said wine but it was hard enough to keep her impulses under control as it was. So they walked to the kitchen to get their drinks. Bethany set a mug out in front of Jamie and started making coffee before pouring herself a glass of wine. She basically chugged her first glass and Jamie rose her eyebrows at her over her mug. She started to pour her second glass and then noticed that Jamie was looking at her. She laughed embarrassedly, "Sorry I just um...I needed that." "Apparently." Jamie joked back. "Hey watch it," Bethany replied with mock sternness and they both smiled. It felt good to both of them to be joking with each other again. Just as it began though the moment was lost. They remembered why they were there and what they had yet to talk about. Neither of them really knew where to begin. Bethany expected Jamie to say something, she was always pretty forward when she wanted to be but evidently now was not one of those times. She sighed and said, "So..." "So..." Jamie repeated. "So...about what you said. The part about how it wasn't easy on you. I just wanted to apologize again for that, it seemed like a good idea at the time and up until today I thought I had made the right decision. So I'm sorry." "It's okay, you couldn't have known." "Yeah. Well what's done is done eh?" she took another sip of wine before continuing, "When you got here you also said you thought it would help if we talked about our feelings. I know you added the 'lack thereof' because you thought I didn't feel anything for you but now you know that was a lie. So with that being said I'm just going to lay everything out on the table." She paused, partly for emphasis partly because she was trying to decide the best way to say this. She could go short and simple but that would lead to more questions so she opted to just confess everything. "Since that day we kissed, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You helped me realize who I really was and I can't thank you enough for that, but you also kind of ruined me for all future girlfriends of mine. I never loved anyone before you and I haven't been able to after you left either even though I've tried really hard, so hard, to get over it. I mean even now I'm supposed to be here getting what Rachel calls closure and I can't help but just think about...well things that wouldn't really entitle me to closure so much as put the final nail in the coffin really. So I guess really what I'm trying to say here is, Jamie," she took a deep breath and then said the words she had been waiting 8 years to say, "I love you." Of course Jamie had considered the remote possibility that she would come here and Bethany would say basically what she had just said to her but she never expected it to happen. She had prepared herself for this day much the same as she did the day she kissed her friend. None of it so far had gone according to plan which made her happy but confused. She didn't really know what to do from here; she couldn't take Bethany away from Rachel, that wouldn't be fair but she also couldn't leave Ty, that would be unbearable. She thought long and hard about what she would do next, the entire time fighting with herself. Thank god Bethany kept quiet and let her think. Go over there and kiss her, just stand up and kiss her. No, you can't do that, think of all the consequences and besides you're still straight. But then again maybe you're not, maybe it would be the best feeling in the world to be with Bethany. You have to at least try it...wait no, even if you're not straight -- which you are -- you aren't a homewrecker, you can't do this to Ty or to Rachel and if it doesn't work out you can't do that to Bethany. You need to leave. with that last thought she stood up and looked at Bethany one more time before she started for the door again. Not again, you can't let her leave again after turning your world upside down for the second time in your life. Bethany thought. Quickly Bethany went after Jamie again, all thoughts of Rachel vanished and she felt she only had one purpose in life; to hang onto and never let Jamie go again. Just before she reached her, Jamie stopped and Bethany almost ran into her. "We can't keep doing this." Bethany said. "I don't know what you mean." Jamie replied quietly. "You know damn well what I mean." "No, I don't." Bethany was now angry and she whipped Jamie around to face her. "I just told you that I loved you, and I have loved you since the minute I met you, and you didn't even respond!" she moved closer to Jamie, "You just got up to leave me hanging again and that may be the way you deal with problems but it's not the way I deal with mine dammit." The last few words came out in a throaty whisper. Her eyes darted down to Jamie's lips and then she pressed forward and kissed her as hard as she could immediately eliciting a moan from both of them. **** To be continued...