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Kiss Me

By: knitedreams



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My hand was shaking like crazy, but that went perfectly with the nervousness and the dread in the pit of my stomach. I had just shut the door to my car and looked up at the forbidden mansion in front of me. The weighty object in my right hand was a reminder of what I had to do.

You see, dear reader, I had given up an offer that I shouldn’t have been able to refuse. This was my last chance to make my own offer to the beast and gain the happiness that I have lacked in my lonely existence.

So with great determination I marched up the cold stone steps and rapped on the tall dark door that was ironically adorned with a gargoyle knocker. I should have known there would be no answer, but I was prepared. My left hand absently caressed my neck, the one tie that my love and I had. He took my blood and therefore able to read my every thought. 

What he didn’t count on was that I had a bit of psychic ability dormant within me so when he forged our bond, he let lose my “gifts”. I knew he was reading my mind at that very moment so I flooded it with memories of our first meeting and how he made me feel. ---------------------------------------------------

Our very first meeting was in front of my favorite restaurant; it was my habit to go there every day to read a book. I was humming one of those “I lost my love” tunes, which were so famous on the radio these days, as I was walking away from the House of China restaurant. He stepped out in front of me and blocked the way to my car. 

Now I am a tall girl, but even my formidable height was nothing compared to his for my nose was level with his neck. Slowly my gaze traveled upward to firm soft lips that looked like they were great for kissing. Then high cheekbones with a straight aristocratic nose, and finally dark blue brooding eyes fringed with jet-black eyebrows.

“You have a lovely voice.” He stated in a hypnotic way.

I didn’t know exactly what to say in return so I just felt. Desire was a living entity inside me that grew rapidly. My heart sped up so that it soon felt that I had just ran a thousand miles. I could see puffs rising on the cold air from my increased breathing that were subtly obstructing my view of his magnificent eyes.

Then my mind jumped ahead to when he asked me a question that I was foolish enough to say no too. I had already known about his secret for a week and I was just starting to get use to it when he decided to ask if I would spend eternity with him. We were cuddled up on my couch in the middle of my living room watching, of all things, a horror movie. 

My head rose from his firm chest so that I could look into those fathomless eyes. I could see right away that he meant it. A feeling of being overwhelmed took me and on its heels, panic. He could read me right away; after all we were linked by then with blood. His devastatingly brandy tinged voice tried to convince me of all the benefits that being an immortal with the most important benefit was being with him forever. 

Doubts that his love was real bombarded my brain like so many knives to where my head hurt with the pain of him one day leaving me if I took him up on his offer. There was no guarantee that he would stay with me forever. What if he got tired of me? What if he found another woman who was prettier, smarter, and better then I was?

A jumble of other questions flew around in my head and he could tell what my answer was going to be before I even said it. With infinitely sad eyes he got up and left my apartment. That’s when the dreams started, dreams that depicted a life of never ending happiness of never being alone. All of them featured my dark angel in them and all of them were very appealing. 

I knew I had made a mistake the next day when I woke up to a horribly bright sun. He couldn’t leave me behind alone again and I couldn’t watch him leave without me by his side. -------------------------------------------------

As the last of the memories went away, I waited for the door to open. It still didn’t budge, but I could feel his indecision. With one sigh of desperation, I leaned against the door and closed my eyes.

“I know I made a mistake, but you caught me by surprise. This time I’m certain I know what I want, my love, and I chose you.” My words whispered through the door and I know they went straight to his heart. 

This was only getting my foot in the door though; I still had yet to convince him totally. The door opened on it’s own which didn’t freak me out like it should have. With a firm step I crossed the threshold and waited as the door closed behind me. 

I used my instinct to find him in the massive mansion. It wouldn’t have been hard to do even without our blood bond. He’s a vampire after all, and he would need to be in a damp cold place, the basement.

The basement was decorated like a bedroom that one would see in a castle. There was a slightly raised four-poster bed with crimson hangings and black silk sheets. Candles were lit all over the room, casting it in a warm and inviting glow. My love was hidden in the farthest corner away from me. I could see his normally dark blue eyes glowing a vicious red. 

“Why don’t you leave? Why don’t you run away from what I am?” 

To me his questions sounded more like accusations. I took a deep, calming breath and stepped further into the room. The object in my right hand was kept firmly behind my back.

“I’m not here to run, but to accept what you are and to join you in eternity.” There was a tinge of fear in my words, but they mostly held determination.

“No.” He stated firmly. “I offered this to you only once and I won’t do it again.”

I took a few more steps into the room. “Then I’m offering you an eternity of my companionship and love.”

“What if I refuse you? Then you’ll know the pain your rejection caused me.” 

I smiled evilly as I brandished the sharp hunting knife in front of me. His eyes widened slightly and I could swear that I had seen a bit of fear in his eyes. Steadily I dragged the knife down my pristine white blouse cutting off the buttons one by one. 

When the front was totally open, I slipped it off, making sure to keep hold of the knife. I had worn no bra under my blouse. 

“That’s not going to change my mind.” He breathed harshly.

“No?”

I caressed my breasts with the knife, dragging it to the side of my right breast and gave a little cut. The harsh intake of his breath could be heard in the stillness of the room. With a little smile, I cut again just above the nipple. What did I care for a few cuts here and there? I was going to be immortal and the cuts would heal within seconds.

My love moved out into the middle of the room, staring at the red blood beading and trailing down my breasts. 

“You think a little blood’s going to make me give in?” 

“I know that you’re hungry and you haven’t eaten.” My breathing was light and fast, this was actually turning me on. “Maybe if I give you a buffet, you would take my offer. I won’t allow you to turn me down.” 

To my utter disappointment, he stayed where he was. I quirked a brow in false bravado as my mind raced at what else I could do. Then with a bold move on my part, I put on another wicked smile and took off my pants and underwear. 

My left hand took a bit of blood from one of my breasts and I brought it too my lips. As he watched me as I slowly licked the blood from my finger. 

“I’m not an expert, but it tastes good to me. Although I know what would taste better to you.” My voice was husky and my heart was beating fast by now.

With a shaky hand, I placed it on my stomach and slowly inched it down. I dipped one of my fingers into my essence and brought it back up to my lips. 

“Don’t!” He shouted. I knew he was close to losing it with me. His desire was rampant in his mind and a red haze was taking over. This would break him, and even though I was afraid, I was willing to do it.

All it took was a deep breath and I licked my finger one more time, tasting my own exotic juices. He was on me in an instant, in his haste, I was knocked to the floor. Between kisses and licks at my lips and the blood from my breasts, he tore at his confining clothes. When we were both blissfully naked and our lower halves were pressing together intimately, he stopped kissing me and looked deeply into my eyes with his glowing red ones.

“You’re right. Blood given freely is the sweetest, but there is a sweeter liquid to be had from you.”

With that he moved down me, licking and sucking as he went. His moves weren’t gentle, but at the moment I really didn’t care. Every touch of his lips, of his body, and I was on fire. 

He kissed my neatly trimmed pubic hair and gave a toothy smile. Then I felt his wonderful tongue, everything splintered out of my control and all I could do was writhe and squirm on the floor. I screamed in my first ever orgasm and was shaking on the floor as he gave tiny laps like a kitten to milk. Then a moan escaped me as he sank his teeth into my inner thigh.

There was another reluctant lick at the holes he created and then he slid back up my now sweat slick body. In the kiss he gave me, I could taste the coppery flavor of my blood and my juices mixed together, it’s as if he was staking a claim on me. 

My love widened my legs just a little wider to accommodate him and with one last kiss and a determined look, he sank into me, past my fragile barrier all the way to the hilt until he could go no farther. He waited for me to adjust to his size and length, and then started thrusting slowly in and out of me. 

My breath hitched with each stroke, as my hands explored the broad expanse of his back. After a while I started to thrust up as well, giving us both better experience. Then he bit my neck and a rush of pleasure and pain mixed together in a potent sensation. Like a wild woman I screamed and moaned and kept up his pace as he started to thrust faster within me.

I could feel an orgasm coming on and it was all too overwhelming for me. Just when I reached my release, I passed out from the pleasure and lose of blood. 

A little later, I started to come back to myself in small ways. First it felt as if I was floating on a cloud, and then I felt the coolness of the sheets beneath me. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes a fraction and then closed them again at the slight pain of sight. 

“It’s alright, my little love. Open your eyes a fraction at a time so that you can get use to your new vision.” Came his soft voice through a cloudy haze.

“You did it then?” I whispered.

“How could I not? I love you too dearly and I could not refuse the offer of your blood, body, and company through eternity.”

I was able to open my eyes and looked up at him. He was on top of me, but I could not feel his weight, only gloriously soft skin rubbing against my own. I could only guess at the joyousness of my smile for he looked upon it in amazement. 

With a firm hand, I pushed him off me onto the bed. I climbed on top of him and gave a now familiar evil smile. 

“You gave me such great pleasure and made my way into this world easy. Now I will show you my gratitude.” 

I made love to him again that night with my mouth, tongue, and new body. It was his turn to scream his pleasure to the stars through the many layers of concrete above us.

As I look back on those memories, I smile now. We have been together for centuries and I haven’t regretted a bit of it. After all, I did give him the best offer a woman can give her vampire. 

Kiss Me Deadly



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Do you have any clue what you are doing to me? I sit here day after day watching you at your desk, you smile so charming at the women in the office, yet you totally ignore me and the rose that I leave every morning with the chocolate kiss. You always blow a kiss to that skinny bitch Fran. Well tonight I have plans for you, ah lets say this will become very explosive. Five to five and as routine you begin cleaning off your desk, smell the rose tossing it into the trash. You now adjust your tie, stand up putting on your black jacket which looks great with those white slacks, run your hands through your hair. . .just like clock work. 

I leave following you and once again you do not notice me behind you in my car, I even park next to you, look over at you and you hurriedly get out of your car. Thinking you will be meeting the that red headed slut for drinks in an hour in your apartment. If you only knew it will be me standing on the other side of the door. You never even noticed that I live right across from you, you never noticed me as I sun bathed across from your lounger at the pool. Tonight you will notice me, lets just say you won't be able to escape.

Unlocking my door, walking down the hallway to my bathroom as I drop my clothes behind me leaving a trail from the front door to the bathroom, turning on the water, yes nice and hot to burn my skin to make it tingle and my nips become hard. Oh my the soap feels wonderful going over my hard swollen nipples, both hands caressing my breast, oh my pussy is wet and is excited that tonight you will have your cock deep inside of it. I want to cum, but no I will cum on your cock.

I pick my leather teddy that fits my body tightly, I pull my fishnet thigh high stockings up my legs and then placing the twelve inch spiked heels on my feet, I pull my blonde hair up in a pony tail with a leather scrunchie and then begin to apply my black eye liner thickly, my red glossy lip stick and my tabu perfume behind my ears, the finale touch is my leather choker. I walk out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door.

I am now standing in front of your door with my bag of goodies. I ring the doorbell and you answer it wearing a pair of black satin lounge pants with a matching shirt and bare feet. 

Your surprised to see me at your door and even more surprised when I push you back into the apartment handing you the rose and the candy kiss. You try to yell, but I hold up a picture of you with your hand stealing money from pay roll. You ask me what do I want, I tell you take the rose and eat the kiss. Your surprised to learn that it has been me giving you the rose and candy for the last year. Your face shows your fear, I smile as you ask me what is it that I want? I now have my flogger pointing at your chest as I push you slowly backwards into your own bedroom where I intend to rape you.

You sit obediently on the bed as instructed and I open my bag with cuffs, shackles and chains, I chain you to your own bed and then cut off your pants with my razor, you smile when you realize I am going to suck your cock to get you hard and I roll your cock slowly around my mouth as I kneel between your thighs looking you seriously in your eyes. The pain of me squeezing your balls tightly makes your cock so hard in my mouth and you moan. I sit up and swing the flogger across your cock and you grimace with pain, but your cock twitches wanting more. I pull my cd player out and play my music so I may strip in front of you as I watch you smile enjoying this torture I am putting you through.

I pinch my nipples as I straddle you, I then place my fingers in my wet pussy and reaching behind me I rub my juices over your hard cock. I place my fingers back into my pussy gathering up more of my thick white creamy juices and rub my fingers over your mouth and make you suck them clean. The thought that she ate the kiss she found on her desk just before she left work thinking it was from you is making me even more wet knowing she has just taken her last breath. I place clothes pins on your nipples and bite your throat feeling that hard throbbing cock going deep inside of me and my pussy sucks it deeper and I moan as you too feel such a rise in this heat filled passion of fucking lust, my hands are firmly on your chest covered in my black leather gloves that goes to my elbows and my pussy pounds your cock harder and harder, deeper and deeper until we both explode into the others juices and our moaning intensifies as we fucking cum over and over. I look down at you and whisper in your ear. . .

"What a way to go." I whisper in your ear as you struggle for air and then close your eyes to go to sleep for eternity. "Night, night baby." 



Kiss Me Deadly



"It won't hurt," she says. "It'll feel just like a kiss." I don't listen.

I'm on the other side of the room, as far away from her as I can get. I'm not looking at her. I'm not even looking in her general direction. I'd turn around and look at the wall, but I'm scared to turn my back on her, even though I know she can't get out of those manacles...and even though I don't know what I'd do if she came for me. I can't get out of the room. All I can do is stay as far away from her as possible.

Five minutes ago, the door locked itself. My pass key doesn't work now. I asked her what was happening, and she said, "They've gone to lockdown status. You must have tripped an alarm somewhere. They know you're in the facility, even if they don't know where. Looks like we're stuck together for a bit."

I'm waiting for them to unlock the door, now. And I'm not looking at her.

"They'll kill you, you know," she says. "They won't call it that, of course. They'll 'execute' you, probably. Makes it all sound nice and official. But they won't let you live, not now that you've been in this room with me. They can't trust you anymore. I might have put something in your head, even if you check out physically fine. I might have hypnotized you with my eyes, made you into my slave or given you a message to pass on to my friends on the outside. You're contaminated now." She's lying. She's got to be lying. This is Great Britain, not some sort of police state. I'm a journalist. I'd be missed.

My editor knows I'm here. I told him before I left, said my source had told me about a secret facility in the heart of Liverpool where they were detaining terrorists. If I ever get out of here, I'm going to take my source to the fucking cleaners. 'Terrorists', my sorry arse. Fucking hell. How could he have been inside the place and not known what they were really doing?

"I know what you're thinking." Shit. She doesn't, does she? "You're thinking that you're living in a civilized country, dealing with civilized people." Oh, thank Christ. She didn't mean it literally. "That there's no way you'll be put in front of a firing squad, not just for being in the same room as me." She pauses. It's entirely for dramatic effect, but it works. "You don't know how badly we scare them."

The fuck I don't. I didn't know seven minutes ago, maybe. When I used the access card my source passed to me to get me into this cell. Seven minutes ago, I came in here and saw the woman chained to the wall, naked and blindfolded and literally chained with iron manacles, and I just thought that it was terrible. I wondered what the country had come to, that our government would do something like this and that they would think they could get away with it.

She said, "Who is it? Someone's in here, I know. I can hear you." She didn't sound so scary seven minutes ago. She sounded scared.

And little old me, sucker for stray kittens and buyer of countless copies of 'The Big Issue', I walked closer. "Don't worry," I said. "I won't hurt you." I want to laugh, remembering myself tell her that I wasn't going to hurt her, but I'm pretty sure that if I start laughing right now, I'm not going to stop.

She interrupts my train of thought by saying, "Or maybe you do know how badly we scare you." I shudder. I wonder for a second how she knows, then it occurs to me that she can probably see the look on my face. She can probably just fine, even in the dim light. Especially in the dim light. They must be able to see in the dark. They live there. Oh, God, I never believed they were really real.

"They'll kill you just for talking to me. They'll kill you because it's easier than worrying about what I might have done to you. Your only hope is to escape with me, and I'm not strong enough to break these manacles without blood." It's the same bargain she's been proposing for the last five minutes, ever since the doors locked down. Damn it all to hell, why didn't I run the fuck out of here as soon as I saw the fangs?

I didn't see the fangs until I got very close. When she asked, "Who are you? I can't see, please," and I reached over to pull off the blindfold. She must have smelled me. I know she's near-mad with hunger now; she couldn't control herself. She opened her mouth wide, showed those fangs, but she's weak and slow. I managed to pull my hand away before she could sink her teeth into me.

I wish to hell I hadn't been holding the blindfold when I pulled my hand away.

She can see me now, but that's not what worries me. I didn't believe they were real, but I've heard just as many legends as the next person. I don't dare look into her eyes, I don't dare try to put the blindfold back on, and I can't leave the room. And if she's telling the truth (and I think she's a liar, but I don't think she's lying about this), they're going to kill me just for being in the same room with her.

But I can also hear it in her voice. That hunger, that terrible need. "I promise I won't drain you dry," she says, making me wonder again if she can't read my mind, "I'll just take a few pints. No more than I have to in order to get us out of here. I don't need much, really. You'd lose more giving blood to the Red Cross." I think she's a liar, and I'm sure she's lying about this. She said they'd been keeping her in here for three months, trying to find out if she could actually starve to death. She's got to be bone-dry. Even if she had some reason to keep me alive, I can't imagine that she'd be able to control herself. And she doesn't have a reason to keep me alive.

Sure enough, her self-control cracks for a moment, and I can hear raw fury in her voice. "You're going to die anyway, for fuck's sake!" she shouts. "The least you could do would be to not let the blood go to waste!"

She's silent for a long moment after that. "I'm...I'm sorry," she says. She sounds like she did at the beginning. She sounds human. "It gets...hard, sometimes. To think straight. After what they've done to me, here. They think they're at war with us. They think we're not human. But think about it. How could we stay hidden so long if we couldn't control ourselves?"

Her voice is softer now, soothing. It frightens me even more. "We don't take much, we never have. Just a little bit, just a tiny kiss in the night. You don't need to be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'll help you."

"I don't believe you," I say. It's the first time I've spoken in a while, and I notice how wavery my voice sounds.

"Why not?" she asks. "I know you've probably heard things, terrible things about us. But that doesn't mean you can't trust me. I'm as much a prisoner as you. The only way we can get out of here is to help each other. You give me just a little bit of blood, and I'll help get you away from all this."

Her voice is like honey in my ears, but I know in my heart that the only time she's been honest with me was when she told me I was going to die no matter what. I'll take my chances with a firing squad. At least they'll see me as more than a meal.

"I know you're scared," she says. "It's a lot to take in. It's overwhelming, isn't it?" I try not to nod, but she must see some tiny motion of my head. "Yes, I know. It's all just too much for you. You can feel the stress, the terror, just eating away at you, making your thoughts race around in your head like rats in a cage." Oh, God, she really must be able to read my mind. How else would she know? "I can take all that away. All the fear, all the pain, all the uncertainty. I can make you feel safe and warm and happy again. Just listen to me. Just listen to me and relax."

I clap my hands to my ears, but I can still hear her. "It's alright, you don't have to be afraid. My voice doesn't have any sinister magical powers. It's just a voice. I'm just trying to be friendly, to let you know that you can trust me. I know you're frightened of me, but just listen to my voice. Do I sound frightening to you?"

"No, but..." I remember too late that I'm trying not to listen to her, and trail off. My hands fall to my sides.

She laughs a little. She has a very pretty laugh. "But I look frightening, right? It's the fangs, I know. But apart from them, I'm very normal. I have an unusual condition, that's all. But it doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you. You don't need to be afraid of me. You can just relax. Let all that fear, all that terror drain away. You're around a normal person, just like you. I won't hurt you, and you can relax and let go of everything."

"But you...you're..." I try to remember that spitting anger, that desperation in her voice, but she seems so calm now. So human. Maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe that was the aberration, and this is the real her.

"I'm human, just like you. A few differences, but they're nothing to be scared of. The people who put me here, they're the sort of people who are scared of me. Soldiers and bullies and thugs. You don't want to be like them, do you?"

"No," I say, thinking back to the stray kittens. "I came here to stop them. But I...I'm still scared," I say. It feels good to admit it, like a weight being released. I feel like we're finally beginning to really trust each other.

"And the only way to stop being scared is to trust me. The only way to feel safe is to trust me. The only way to be safe is to trust me." I nod, not even noticing, and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. It feels like her voice is just wrapping me up and holding me, the way it's low and soothing and calm.

"I'm not dangerous, not really. You can tell just by looking at me. Go ahead, take a little peek. Look at my feet. Those are normal feet, aren't they?" I look. I have to admit, they look just fine. Toenails are a little long, but I expect nobody's giving her a pedicure in this place.

"See? The fangs are the only scary things, and they're a very small part of me. Look as much as you want. I'm not scary, or dangerous. You can trust me. You know you can trust me, you know you want to trust me." I nod again. It seems to get easier and easier to nod as I listen. "Here, I'll prove that you can trust me. I'll close my eyes, and you can look at my face and see that it's perfectly normal apart from the fangs. Just a normal girl with an unusual condition, nothing to be afraid of." It worries me a little, looking up after all this time avoiding her eyes, but I can trust her. I have to trust her at some point, if I ever want to get out of here.

I look up. Her eyes are wide open, glinting red in the dim light.

That red gleam, it's so pretty that I wonder why I waited this long to look at it. "That's right," she says, and I thought that her voice was sweet before, but now it's like pure bliss melting down through my ears into my mind. "Just keep looking, because you know now that you can trust me completely." I nod, and even though my brain can't quite reconcile the fact that she lied to me with the certainty that I can trust her, the certainty just seems to push the fact aside. It feels like my whole body is just singing with joy now, every inch of my skin being stroked by that soft, red gleam. I let out a little sigh. It's better than sex.

"Now, why don't you come a little closer so that we can have a proper conversation? It's so silly, talking to you from across the room like this." I nod, and my body just seems to move of its own accord. It's almost like I'm floating towards her. Her eyes just keep getting bigger and bigger in my mind as I approach. "You can come as close as you want, because we trust each other now, don't we? I told you I wouldn't use any magical powers on you, and I didn't. I didn't need to, not when hypnosis works just as well. And now we're such good friends, and it feels so wonderful, doesn't it?"

I nod again, my voice distant and dreamy as I say, "wonderful..." And it is wonderful. I'm falling into her eyes, sinking down through fathoms of deep red pleasure, and I wish it could never stop. I'm so close to her now, close enough to reach out and touch her, but something's holding me back. Something's reminding me that she wants my blood, telling me that she won't stop at a little, she won't stop for anything, she'll sink her teeth into me and she'll drink until I'm dead.

"It's alright," she says, like she can sense my resistance. Maybe she can, now that I'm looking so deep into her beautiful eyes. "It won't hurt. I promise. You can trust me."

That word again, trust, breaking down all my resistance, stroking those last few worries in my mind into soft, easy submission. I step closer, close enough to kiss her. "Close your eyes," she says, and I do, feeling nothing but joy.

She's right. It does feel just like a kiss.

THE END



Kiss Me Deadly



To my editor WickedWendyDru; thank you Wicked, you are truly spooktacular. It's been a year, can you believe it?

Special thanks to talismania for beta reading and to Jim, JD, and Cath for their insights.

This is entered in the Halloween Contest so please remember to vote!

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

~nomoretears00

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John 6:53 "If you do not eat my flesh and drink my blood, you have no life in you."

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He stood staring, in the early morning hours, at the decaying tree in the middle of the Garden of Gethsamane. The branches were bare, stripped of life and twisted into ugly forms, reaching out in many directions in a cry for help. Perhaps they begged for possible redemption or relief from a slow agonizing death? The hot dry wind swept across the rocky terrain, making his robes flutter. The tree reminded him of himself: decaying, rotten on the inside, and useless.

He was Judas Iscariot, the betrayer, the one who sold Christ out for thirty pieces of silver and betrayed the Son of Man with a kiss on the neck.

He never thought things would go this far. Jesus was supposed to save himself, work some miracle, do something, to save himself... prove to the chief priests and scribes that he was indeed who he said that he was.

But no. As Judas stood in the crowds and watched in horror, Jesus was beaten, nailed to the cross, and killed. Three days later rumors abounded that He rose again, but Judas was lost in his own world of grief.

What have I wrought? Judas thought, desolate.

Standing on the rickety stool he brought for just this purpose, he looped the rope over the tree branch, fixed the noose, and fitted it over his neck. Next he tied his hands in front of him, then stepped through his tightly tied hands so that they were fastened behind his back. For a heartbeat the terror and shame of committing an unforgivable sin tore through him.

He cared about Jesus, looked up to him, loved him as a brother and Jesus loved him well, never withholding favor from Judas. In return, Judas brought about the death of Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. What was taking his life in comparison to something like that? There was no forgiveness, no absolution for one such as Judas.

A vision appeared before him clad in flowing, pristine white robes. Golden light beamed from the figure, sparkling around his head so brightly it created a halo. The peace and love that flowed from Him immediately soothed Judas's troubled soul.

"Brother, do not be uninformed," Jesus appealed, holding out his hands as if in a plea. "Suicide is not a sin to be forgiven."

"My teacher, you truly are risen," Judas said, the guilt on his face distorting his features. "My shame knows no bounds for I let greed lead me into temptation, rule me. Turn thine eyes from me, for I am unworthy."

"Incline thy ear, and hear. Open thy eyes, and see," Jesus appealed. "The Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many. My brother, I love you."

Another vision filled his sight. Dark smoke curled out from the Satan, the fallen angel, creeping across the ground and killing all it touched. The sickening reek from the sulfur fumes stung the nose and brought tears to the eyes.

"Yes, open thine eyes and ears. Their flattering lips speak with deception," Satan taunted. "It was God's holy plan that his Son die on the cross, but they needed a scapegoat and you were chosen. Your love of silver is well known, Judas. All the guilt that hath been suffered was planned. They call you the betrayer? Oh no, you were the one betrayed, and used."

"No," Judas whispered, his eyes searching for the truth in Jesus's face. How could one who was so pure deceive him thusly? It couldn't be true. Judas trembled, horrified that the pain and grief over his actions might have all been preordained. "My teacher, please... Tell me this is a falsehood! I am forsaken by all now! Why me?"

"Listen not to the twisted half-truths of the Great Deceiver," Jesus begged.

"Why you? Thou are weak and easily temped by sins of the flesh. If there is a man who lies with a man as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act," Satan whispered softly. "Finish what you have started and I shall reward you, give you the means to exact revenge for their rough use of you, Judas. Trust in me."

"Why should I trust in you?" Judas asked.

"What have I to gain in all this? It has come to pass now. Only they were served by your actions. I gain nothing," Satan replied. "I shall not condemn you for your sexual desires, Judas. Instead I will promise you the means to be strong and powerful, unable to be used again."

"And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world. Believe him not, Judas," Jesus cried. "Believe in me, and live out what is left of life in God's love."

"God's love?" Judas yelled, pain twisting his features. "I see only a means to an end and that was me! I was led like a lamb to slaughter, with no choice given in the matter. Used and left to bear the punishment for the death of... you. I choose power!"

Kicking the stool away, his body dropped and the rope snapped tight around his throat, cutting into the tender skin under his jaw. But his neck didn't break. His body swung in the breeze, struggling, helpless. Agonizing pain cut into his throat from the rope and blood dripped down his neck.

His legs kicked uselessly and lights flashed in front of his eyes. Gasping for air, hands restrained behind his back he thrashed, his body's own weight tugging the rope tighter, but not enough to finish the job. Twisting, turning, his body dancing at the end of the rope, he slowly strangled to death. The last thing he saw as life left his body was Jesus standing in front of him, hand outstretched, and tears in his eyes.

"You, Judas, rejected the blood of Christ that was offered in the Last Supper and on the Cross to save you from sin," Satan cried gleefully as Judas died. "Since you rejected Jesus's life-giving blood, you are cursed to drink the life-giving blood of others to stay alive. You will be a plague on all the innocent children of the world!"

Satan rubbed his hands together. "Be it known unto you, O Son of Man, I will have my revenge through this, your own Apostle; a revenge the likes of which this world has never seen."

Three days later, in a twisted replication of the Resurrection, the first vampire rose from his death. And his thirst for blood would drive him to terrorize the world.

* * * *

Judas stood staring at the cage that held the young man. The prisoner's brown hair was lank, and dirt covered his pale skin. Judas licked his lips, hunger stirring. The helpless man whimpered in the cage, and his eyes strayed to the other threat that entered the cave where he was held. Attila the Hun, the 5th Century AD barbarian who was bringing death and destruction upon the crumbling Roman Empire, greeted Judas.

"Is this what you wanted?" Attila motioned to the helpless man.

"He'll do fine. Many thanks, my friend."

The Huns, not only barbarians but also heathens, hated anything to do with Christianity. The churches of Gallia Belgica lay in ashes, and many a priest was slain before the altar, delighting Judas. Clearly, the actions of the Huns earned Attila a reputation as a savage and demonic leader. The havoc he wreaked throughout Europe led to him being self-dubbed "The Scourge of God."

"Good fest, then. We will talk after you are done," Attila said as he left.

Judas pulled the weakened man from the cage as Attila left. Claws extended, Judas quickly ripped the clothes off the poor soul, leaving long, bloody grooves in unprotected skin. Piteous shrieks filled the cave and echoed around them like mad ghosts. Judas allowed the enfeebled man to crawl across the floor, searching desperately for freedom. Idly, he tracked his prey.

"Hurry," Judas whispered. "Better hurry. Crawl faster. The mouth of the cave is right there."

The half-starved man pawed the dirt, trying to drag his exhausted body forward. Whimpering, hands bleeding from scratching in the dirt, he collapsed. "Please," he whispered. "Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? Of course I'm not going to hurt you." Twisting his hand in the man's hair, Judas jerked his head back, exposing his throat. "I'm going to kill you."

The horrific screams of the dying man could be heard all over camp. Attila shook his head, amazed. People feared him, but the real death specter was the one tearing the helpless man into pieces in that cave.

* * * *

Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed, the 17th century Hungarian Countess known as the Blood Countess, rumored to have killed hundreds of girls and bathed in the blood of virgins, raised her hand to Judas.

"Ah, my dear, you look radiant, as always," Judas said.

"Posh on you, my friend. I have been waiting forever for you to arrive. I do believe you will enjoy what I have planned for the next several days." The Blood Countess led the way to her private rooms that used to be the dungeons in her estate.

Once there, she showed Judas a small room that held a naked young man. On the way there she dipped her fingers, used as instruments in so much torture and butchering, into the blood of a small Christian girl who hung from a wall. Judas smiled.

"Have a pleasant evening, my friend," she said. "I shall be down the hall should you need anything. I have my own entertainment, a lovely girl, bound to a bed, waiting for me."

"Much thanks. And I do say, Countess, I shall have a wonderful evening," Judas said as he shut the thick door that locked him in with the helpless, naked young man chained to the floor. Immediately the young man starting praying, using a very well known passage from Psalm 23.

"The Lord is my shepherd..."

Judas laughed. "Give my regards to your God when you see him."

The screams from the young man outdid those from the girl as the Blood Countess worked on her. Later the Countess invited Judas to partake in her "blood bath" as she called it. She believed it helped her stay youthful, and Judas enjoyed the blood washing across his body.

As the centuries passed Lucifer was delighted with his creation; Judas was an unholy plague who wreaked havoc on the world. Death and destruction followed in his wake as he sated his hungers on the flesh of men.

And created more like him.

* * * *

Jude, as he was known in present time, surveyed the dance crowd. His long, wavy black hair shined sinfully in the nightclub's lights. Chocolate brown eyes with long thick lashes searched. A straight nose and full lips completed the picture, and what a picture it was.

He was below average in height with a body that was nicely toned; it beckoned wondering eyes. A very well put together package, his entire being whispered down and dirty sex, unfulfilled lust, and untold carnal desires. Several men though the ages fell for this one's good looks. But looks were deceiving.

This was no man to play around with... because this was no man.

"Hmm." Jude tapped his finger on the table and eyed the young man on the dance floor. "Think I've found my dinner and a date."

He rose swiftly, pale skin nearly translucent in the dim light. He approached the one he chose and began to dance while looking him over carefully. There was a cross around his neck and Jude snarled silently.

That would be one of the first things to go. The deep hatred of the cross went back to an earlier time in his life. Being unable to touch anything that was shaped like a cross was tiresome, but understandable. After all, the Son of Man died on the cross, shed his blood on the cross so that Man could be forgiven their sins.

Judas, the apostle, missed out on the Last Supper. He never got to drink the "Life-giving blood" of Jesus. And from this Jude was cursed to drink the blood of the living in order to survive. Jude shook his head mentally, now was not the time to revisit old memories. The necklace was cheap, and the metal looked to be low-grade silver along with a silver bracelet. That too would have to be taken off.

Silver burned deeply, literally searing flesh from bone if touched too long, and the pain was hideous. Again, his mind turned back to the past, and thirty pieces of silver he received for selling Christ out. Jude's love of silver was well known. A slight growl worked its way loose.

The young blond turned slightly, his green eyes dilated, and grinned in blatant invitation.

"Care to dance?" Jude asked.

His voice carried over the thumping music while he wondered what drugs were zipping around in the young man's blood stream. Not that it mattered, he was indestructible, unable to die or be harmed. That was Satan's curse for fulfilling the prophecy of Jesus's crucifixion.

And before the night was through he'd see those pale green eyes floating in cum.

"Oh yeah, let's dance," the man slurred, grinding his tight ass against Jude.

They worked their bodies against each other to flashing lights and trash metal music. Jude was careful to stay away from the necklaces that swung out as his prey bumped and writhed close to him. Eager hands ran over Jude's body, inflaming his need. He couldn't wait to get this one back and secured.

"What's your name?" Jude asked once the music played out.

"Name's Ryan."

"Well, Ryan, want to go back to my place? I promise you'll have a good time."

Oh yes, Jude thought, this little number was hot to trot. Damn good thing; he was hard as a brick and in need of a good chase. It was fortuitous Henri was back and waited at the apartment for his return. Jude liked an audience, and Henri was the only child Jude created with whom he was able to share prey.

"Oooh yeah, man. Let me tell my friend I'm leaving."

Jude couldn't see whom his prey spoke to as the bodies on the dance floor were too tightly packed.

* * * *

Things didn't go exactly how Jude planned.

"I've changed my mind." Jude rose from the bed where he, Ryan, and Henri lay. "Enjoy him with my compliments."

Stunned, Henri looked at Jude. "W-w-what? Jude, are you sure?"

"Do you want him? More importantly, do you want me to have him?" Jude saw Henri's clinched fist.

"It's not my... No. Jude, I'm sorry but the idea of you fucking him makes me homicidal. I don't know why I feel like this."

"Don't worry about it. He's all yours," Jude said as he walked away from the naked couple on the bed.

Ryan cried out as Henri moved closer. "Get away from me! There's no-no such thing as... vampires! Can't be! This can't be real."

"I'm very real, as is Jude. There are things out there that you humans refuse to admit exist... like werewolves, demons, vampires, and so many other creatures," Henri said with a shrug.

"Wh-what?"

"It's the damn werewolves that really are a pain in the ass, if you ask me. Most are nothing more than animals," Henri said absently as he toyed with Ryan's hair.

"Oh-oh dear God... please..."

Henri continued as if he hadn't heard Ryan. "Of course, you humans burying your head in the sand makes life so much easier for those of us who aren't human."

"Please, please don't hurt me. I don't want to die," Ryan begged.

Henri's attention snapped back to the lovely naked human on the bed. "Oh my darling boy, I'm going to feed, right after I make you come for me, that is. Don't fight me, you can't win."

Henri studied the young, frightened man on the bed. Something stirred inside him, a slight flutter where his heart used to beat, and the urge to claim, to possess washed over him. What was going on here?

"Look at me," Henri demanded.

Ryan raised panic stricken eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, or kill you. I want you to enjoy this. Open your mind and let me in," Henri said.

"Okay, okay."

"Feel pleasure... feel both our pleasure..."

"Ah man," Ryan pleaded as his and Henri's feelings merged, "oh damn that's... Oh, please fuck me."

Henri flipped the young man over onto his back and stroked the nice-sized cock that was finally hardening, rolling the hairless balls. He watched the emotions play across Ryan's face as one of his hands touched that bare skin. Feather light touches from Henri's finger had the muscles in Ryan's stomach jumping.

Henri slowly worked his way up Ryan's nicely toned chest, to where Ryan was frantic to be touched. A lone finger circled his nipple, slowly moving closer, until Ryan was twisting trying to get Henri's fingers where he wanted them.

"Not yet," Henri whispered.

Suddenly Henri swallowed Ryan's dick to the root while he pinched Ryan's nipples. Ryan arched on the bed, straining silently, driving his dick even farther into Henri's mouth. Ryan's soft kitten-like moans and breathless whimpers drove Henri mad. The sensual torture was unlike anything Ryan ever experience as Henri worked his body.

"In me... please," Ryan gasped.

A gentle chuckle sounded as Ryan twisted, caught between his dick being sucked and the gentle torture of his nipples. Ryan's dick slid out of Henri's mouth, and he licked the head causing Ryan to thrust his hips up desperately.

Henri lifted Ryan's legs up onto his shoulders and slid into him, making sure to hit his hot spot. Ryan grabbed handfuls of the sheets and writhed on the bed. His eyes rolled back into his head and the cords in his neck stood out as pleasure swamped him. Henri kissed him, swallowing his hoarse cries of pleasure until he had to stop so Ryan could breathe.

"Harder... give it to me harder," Ryan gasped as Henri pounded him. Ryan twisted his arm around Henri. "My nipples... "

Henri grinned, lowered his head and brushed his lips over first one hard nipple then moved to the other and gave it the same treatment. Every touch of Henri's lips arrowed straight down to Ryan's cock. His head thrashed back and forth on the bed as Henri's thrusts gained in strength.

Sucking a hard nub into his mouth, Henri ran his tongue over one sensitive point while he teased the other, rolling it and pinching it gently. Pulling off, Henri bent his head to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

Then he nicked a nipple with his fangs. The sharp points sent tiny pleasurable flickers of pain through Ryan's body and he screamed again, this time from pleasure. Gently biting, Henri growled softly.

"Oh, oh yeah, I'm close, pound my ass!"

Henri raised his head. "Like it a bit rough, eh?"

"Yes, oh... yes."

Henri pulled Ryan's legs up higher. He was thrusting violently, working Ryan's body to an orgasm. The raspy sounds from Ryan and the wet slap of skin against skin finally sent Henri over the edge.

"So-so... good!" Pleasure washed over Ryan and he came in a torrent.

Henri growled as he watched the young man under him give in to pleasure. He lowered his head... and bit him. Ryan yelled again. Pain pierced his mind as Henri sank his fangs into his neck, but pleasure overtook it. Ryan listened to Henri sucking at his vein as he thrust hard into his well fucked ass. He couldn't believe it, but he was building towards another orgasm.

"Again, make me... make me do it again," Ryan said, half afraid to say anything with Henri's fangs buried in his neck. "Fuck the cum out of me again."

"Damn," Henri gasped, releasing his throat. Not thinking about his actions, Henri nipped his thumb. A small drop of blood appeared and he stuck his thumb in Ryan's mouth. "Suck."

His dick buried in Ryan's ass, his thumb buried in Ryan's mouth, Henri fucked him to another orgasm. His balls tightened up and he came, deep inside Ryan. Ryan yelled again as being drenched by Henri's cum triggered his own orgasm... hands free.




Kiss Me Deadly



Henri marked Ryan with both his cum and his blood.

* * * *

Jude waited in his plush bathroom for Henri to finish with the human he brought home. He witnessed Henri's interest in the mortal Ryan, but more than that... the desire to maul, to rip skin from bone and bathe in his prey's blood vanished. What was left in its place was... nothing. No desire, no rush, not a damn thing.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The chase excited him, as usual. His prey's fear always gave him a rush, but that rush didn't last. For the past two hundred years he dealt with this problem. He walked the Earth for over two thousand years, and never had he felt such restlessness. Jude ran his hand through his hair. The bedroom was quiet now; Henri must be done. Jude walked out of the bathroom.

"He is such a lovely one," Henri said softly as he dressed an unconscious Ryan. "Thank you for letting me have him. You didn't have to do that."

"No, I didn't," Jude said. "But truthfully, the hunt was winding down and I was losing interest."

"Still?"

"Yes. Once the hunt's over I'm over, it seems."

"Are you well, my friend?"

Jude's laugh was harsh. "Who the hell knows? It's not as if I can go to a doctor to see if there is anything wrong with me. That leaves two others who could possibly answer my questions and I'd just as soon not see them. The last time the three of us were together... Well, let's just say things ended badly."

Jesus and Lucifer... good and evil, heaven and hell... and there was the damned soul of Judas caught in the middle.

Fuck both of them.

What Jude hadn't expected was for Henri to mark Ryan as his mate. After questioning Henri to make sure Ryan hadn't been given too much of Henri's blood they returned Ryan to the club. Henri asked that Ryan remember going home with him, not Jude.

"Listen to me. You will not remember me at all, or anything having to do with me. Understand?" Jude said as he erased Ryan's memory of his involvement.

"Yes," Ryan said as he stared into Jude's eyes.

"Henri picked you up at the club, took you home and you two fucked like rabbits. You had a good time with him."

"We had a good time," Ryan repeated.

"You will go back inside for ten minutes so everyone can see you are okay, and then you will go home and sleep. And whatever drugs you've been playing around with you will stop taking now. Do you understand?"

Ryan stared into Jude's eyes. "I understand. I will tell my friends I came with that I'm back then I'm going home and sleep. I will throw away my pot."

"Good."

Jude checked his watch. Unbelievably, only three hours elapsed. Jude and Henri followed Ryan back inside the club. Jude melted into the shadows while he and Henri trailed Ryan.

Off to the side of the dance floor was a table where another young man sat, sipping a drink. Jude watched as Ryan approached the table and sat down. It looked like the friend was giving Ryan a good scolding. Snatches of the conversation drifted to Jude.

"... stupid going off with a stranger. Damn it, Ryan, you could have been..."

"...but, but I told Mick..."

"...he damn sure didn't tell me..."

"... yeah Matt, I'm sorry..."

"...damn dangerous thing to do, Ryan..."

If you only knew, Jude thought.

Jude was turning away when lights flashed across the other man features. Jude froze, feet glued to the floor and mouth hanging open slightly. He was dumbstruck, that was the only description for it. He hadn't really paid that much attention to the other man, but now he was mesmerized.

The most beautiful shade of steel blue-gray eyes in the universe winked and flashed in the lights of the club. They were so light they were almost... silver. His fondness for silver was, well, legendary. Jude ran his eyes over the young man named Matt again, this time drinking in every detail. His hair was a light brown with sun-bleached streaks.

It was wavy and long enough that it skimmed the top of his shoulders. His skin was light golden brown. He looked to be lean, and from where Jude was standing, he looked taller than Ryan.

He had a strong jaw with a dent in the chin and high cheekbones. As he talked he tucked a stand of hair behind his ear, where three small gold hoops pierced and encircled the lobe.

As far as Jude could see those were his only piercings. His short-sleeved silky shirt was plain black, and his jeans were stonewashed. A thin gold chain adorned his neck. All of his jewelry was gold, not silver, thank hell. He was simple elegance in an understated way and Jude's whole body yearned.

Yearned?

"What in the nine hells is happening to me? I don't yearn. I hunt, I destroy, I maim and..."

A vision assailed Jude, of the sexy young male wrapped around him on silken blood red sheets, moaning and writhing in pleasure -- pure, unadulterated pleasure -- not fear. His body's reaction was one he hadn't had before.

Mine, Jude thought as the need to take this human crashed over him. The thought beat in his head endlessly.

Fuck.

"Jude, are you ready to... What's up? Merde, I'd say you look like death warmed over but that would be a bit redundant," Henri said.

Jude raised an elegantly sculpted eyebrow. "Comedian you are not, my friend. I'm fine; your lovely little snack is safe with his friends, so let's go."

Henri shrugged. When Jude got like this it was best to ignore his behavior. He'd talk if, or when, he was ready—although Henri was curious as to what just happened. Jude was white as a sheet, which was saying a great deal with his already paler than normal skin color.

He and Henri sat in Jude's fancy sports car, waiting.

Moments later, just as Jude commanded, Ryan and his friend, Matt, left the club. Jude was right, he was taller than Ryan, a bit over six feet maybe. He also had his hands full of weak blond so he didn't notice the two men following them. However, Jude did.

They were big guys, muscular and tall, with close-cropped hair, almost brutish in their looks. Matt was trying to help Ryan into his car when the bigger of the two approached him. Henri heard Jude growl softly beside him. Surprised, Henri looked at Jude.

"Hey dude, need some help?" the thug asked, leaning close to Matt, crowding him.

"No, we're fine, but thank you," Matt said as he tried desperately to open the car door and keep Ryan on his feet. What the hell was going on? If the dude got any closer he'd be plastered against him.

Warning bells started going off in Matt's mind.

"Now, don't be hasty," the guy said. "I'm Scott and this is Vinnie. Two cute guys like you need two big guys like us to lend a helping... hand."

Matt jerked as the Scott's large hand palmed his ass. Before Matt could even get his mouth open to yell, a strong, cold breeze gusted across the parking lot. A stray white plastic bag whipped through the air, carried on the currents swirling madly around them. The bag made a beeline straight for Scott, the guy who touched Matt.

The bag smacked Scott in the face, covering his eyes, nose, and mouth. It covered his face so tightly that Matt caught a rather terrifying body bag style outline of the guy. For several seconds Scott struggled to remove the bag, but the damn thing clung to his face like a vacuum seal, cutting off his air.

"Matt, what's-what's going on?" Ryan whispered.

Unable to breathe and in a panic, Scott clawed at the bag trying to rip it to pieces since he couldn't remove it. Muffled desperate sounds poured from him as he frantically tried to get air into his lungs. His friend Vinnie jerked at the bag, cussing loudly as he tried to pry it off.

He couldn't pull the persistent bag off either. They both staggered around, pulling and yanking at the bag doing an odd dance of desperation as Matt and Ryan watched, stunned and horrified. How was that bag holding on?

"What the hell? It won't come off!" Vinnie yelled as he clawed and ripped at the killer bag.

Then, without warning, the bag slipped from Scott's face and he gasped for air. His skin was slick with sweat, his eyes bulging from his brush with suffocation. The wind picked up and shrieked around them, ruffling Matt's hair.

The strong gusts pushed at the guy who touched Matt, moving him farther away. The feeling of menace, of death, had Matt clutching the door handle. A chill crept up his back that had nothing to do with the cold night air, the air that seemed to whisper the word, Mine.

The end of summer down in the Deep South brought all kinds of crazy weather changes, but a cold, hard wind was the last thing one would expect. Temperatures in the middle to lower seventies at night? Sure. High humidity? Absolutely. Freezing cold wind when there wasn't a cloud in the night sky?

Um... no.

The feeling of being watched swept over Matt. A low growl floated across the parking lot, and there in the darkness glowing red eyes peered out. The shadows continually shifted, rearranging themselves. The hair on the back of Matt's neck stood up and fear danced down his spine. The primitive side of Matt's brain bellowed out a warning of danger.

"What the hell is that?" the guy who groped Matt asked, edging back toward the club's door.

"Dear God," Matt whispered, staring into the shadows.

"I'm not hanging around to find out," Vinnie, the other guy, said. "No piece of ass is worth this." He and Scott hurried back to the safety of the club.

Breathing heavily, Matt watched them leave. Relief made his knees weak. One problem down, now another, possibly more dangerous one waited in the darkness.

"In... get in, now, Ryan." Matt yanked the car door open and all but shoved Ryan inside.

"Damn it, don't you stay out there either."

"No fear there." Matt jerked the back passenger door open; he'd crawl over into the front seat if he damn well had to.

No way was he staying outside the car any longer than necessary, not with whatever was out there waiting to pounce. Matt glanced back to the shadows where the sound came from... and there was nothing. No shadows shifting in the night, no growling, no glowing red eyes, nothing.

"Where did it go?" Matt whispered from the backseat. Something the size of what he saw there in the shadows couldn't just up and disappear without making a sound, could it?

"I don't see anything now. What was that? What has red eyes?" Ryan asked.

"I have absolutely no idea, but I do know it's too early in the damn morning for this," Matt said.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked as Matt opened the back passenger door.

"Unless you want me to try driving from the back seat, I'm getting out." Matt got out and walked around the car to the driver side.

The strong, cold wind that was blowing had died down. The night was again calm. He glanced back to the area and still there was nothing, but the feeling of menace was gone now, too.

"Creepy deal, all around very freakin' creepy deal."

"You can say that again," Ryan said.

Matt got in, started the car, and glanced over at Ryan. Ryan's head laid against the headrest, his eyes closed. Matt started to say something to Ryan about being more trouble than he was worth when he noticed two little red bumps on Ryan's neck. It looked like Ryan had two mosquito bites on his neck that were swollen and very red, almost like he had been scratching them. They looked like bite marks.

Who had Ryan hooked up with tonight? Matt thought. Some vamp wanna be?

"Ryan, are you okay?" Matt asked. "Is there anything you want to tell me about tonight?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"This dude you left with tonight, he didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"

Ryan stared out the passenger window as the scenery flew by. "Naw, man. He was great, really great. His name was Henri. I hope I see him again; he was a demon in bed."

"Please tell me you used protection."

"Aw jeez. Yes, Mommy, I used protection. Always. No one is sticking his dick up my ass without latex. Come on, Matt, what's up with the round of Twenty Questions here? I hardly ever do stuff like this." Ryan didn't bother to mention he couldn't actually remember if they used protection or not. Matt would freak for sure and the lectures would really start.

"I know that, but have you looked at your neck? I gotta wonder what this dude was into," Matt said.

Ryan flipped down the visor and opened the mirror. "What are you talking about?"

"The bite marks on your neck, moron. They're hard to miss."

"What have you been drinking tonight?"

"Ha-ha, I'm not the one staggering around."

"True," Ryan said as Matt stopped at a red light. "I don't know why I'm so tired. But hey, my eyesight is perfect and I gotta tell you there's nothing on my neck."

"Of course there is. They're damn hard to miss; they're..."

Matt couldn't believe his eyes. He turned on the inside lights, grabbed Ryan by the chin and made him turn his head this way and that.

"What the hell?" Matt whispered. All that his eyes found now was smooth skin: no bites, no red dots on his neck, no abrasions. "Ryan, I saw them. I swear to you, they were there earlier. Now there's nothing. What's going on here?"

"Look, you're freaking me out. There's nothing on my neck."

"Yeah, now." The soft beep of a car horn grabbed Matt's attention. He glanced at the rearview mirror, then up at the light, which turned green. "Sorry man." Matt waved his hand at the other driver in a low-slung black sports car.

"Okay, I've had enough Twilight Zone for one night. Next time we're leaving way earlier than we did tonight." Matt drove down the deserted road to Ryan's home.

Ryan snorted. "You dork. Swear to God, Twilight Zone, really? That's so yesterday. Man, you've got to stop watching these old timey horror flicks. Vampires, demons, and werewolves! Oh my!"

"Guess it would be beside the point to mention you know the show I'm talking about, huh," Matt said as he stopped in front of Ryan's house.

"Only because you forced me to watch that dumb series when we were kids, along with every stupid B-rated horror movie there ever was when we were teens." Ryan stepped out of Matt's car.

"Yeah, well what went on in that parking lot could definitely qualify as B-rated horror. Do you need help getting in?"

"I'm good, but thanks," Ryan said.

"And I caught the reference, too, jerk. You'd make a lovely Dorothy."

"Remember that chick killed a witch with a house," Ryan said as Matt rolled down the car window. "I'll call you when I get up. Are we going out tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I guess. But we'll call it a night much earlier than what we did tonight. See you later."

Ryan unlocked his front door and went inside. Satisfied that Ryan was safe, Matt drove off.

* * * *

Matt shut the bedroom door, stripped and lay down. Sprawled in bed and unable to sleep, his mind turned to what happened earlier at the bar. The feeling of unease still itched at the back of his neck. With a sigh Matt checked the alarm clock; daylight was only hours away.

Punching his pillow he rolled over away from the clock. He was determined to get to sleep and not watch the digital numbers change every minute. He was tired but keyed up. Tossing and turning he finally drifted off and sank into a deep sleep.

Wisps of gray fog curled under the bedroom door. Just a trickle at first, then big billowing clouds rolled into the bedroom. Across the floor the thick fog crept, making its way to the bed. The drifting fog carried a slight chill. Matt mumbled in his sleep and turned onto his back, the sheet around his waist.

Slowly the creeping fog climbed the bed, tendrils sweeping out, searching. The room darkened as the en-suite bathroom light flickered and went out, plunging the room into the shifting shadows of the night. A form coalesced from the fog and stepped to the bed. Strong pale hands reached out and gently grasped the sheet, pulling it to the foot of the bed.

"Ah, very nice," Jude whispered, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness as the figure on the bed was laid bare. He bent over Matt. "Sleep, but open your mind to me. I want to know what you feel."

Matt moaned as a cool hand brushed across his cheek. A thumb traced his lips, and driven by some unknown desire, Matt opened his mouth letting his tongue slip out to touch the digit. A startled hiss sounded from above him as Matt rubbed his tongue against Jude's thumb, then kissed it.

The sound ended in an explosive sigh when Matt drew the thumb into his mouth and curled his tongue around it, sucking. Matt's mouth was so warm. Jude couldn't remember the last time he felt such warmth and it made him yearn for more.

Matt sucked until Jude finally pulled his thumb away, surprised that such a simple touch could inflame his passions so. His dick was achingly hard. The need to be buried in Matt's warmth threatened to overwhelm Jude but he resisted. Never had Jude worried much about his partner's satisfaction, the exception, of course, being Henri.

But even then that was different. He had been fucking another vampire and hadn't needed to worry about control. Now he would have to. Reining in his rampaging desire, Jude caressed Matt's chest heading towards his nipples. A light dusting of soft light brown hair covered Matt's pecs.

Jude ran his fingers through it, watching as Matt twisted on the bed under his hands. Both nubs hardened immediately to little points begging for more attention. Happy to oblige Jude ran a finger over first one nipple, then the other.

"Ah, mmm," Matt groaned, his fists clenching the sheet, his eyes squeezed shut as the promise of pleasure lurked just beyond his reach. Jude leaned down and flicked his tongue over a hardened peak. The he sucked on the dark nub, lavishing attention to it until it was hard and swollen.

"Like that, you do?" Jude said then brushed his fangs across the nipple, making Matt groan softly. Jude alternated between Matt's nipples, making both highly sensitive.

Soft pants answered him, whispers of breath that begged for more.

Matt thrashed under Jude's hands and mouth. His dick was hard and flat against his stomach, precum pooling on his stomach. Matt grunted and forced his hand to unclench the sheet. Jude, preoccupied with the responses he could force from Matt, was stunned to feel Matt's hand stroking his hair.

When had a human touched him so... sweetly and with such... devotion? Usually the touches consisted of fluttering hands desperately battling him as the human owners died in his arms. Certainly nothing like this. Jude released the nipple he was teasing and moved to its twin. And Matt's hand went with him, still stroking Jude's hair.

What a nice feeling, Jude thought as Matt's hand caressed Jude's long locks, then tugged briefly when Jude sucked hard on a nipple.

"Ahhh," Matt whispered as he tugged Jude's hair.

Jude looked up at Matt, amazed. There was no fear, only a longing for more.

"Lower," Matt rasped.

Jude lightly scraped his sharp nails down Matt's stomach, drawing another mindless moan. Careful not to break the skin, but leaving faint marks that would disappear soon, he made his way down to where Matt craved to be touched.

Jude wrapped his hand around the dick that jumped in time to Matt's thumping heart, earning a hissed, "Yes." Matt spread his legs willingly. Jude moved between those nicely toned spread legs to better enjoy the feast that awaited him. Matt's dick was of average size but thick.

And, Satan help him, nearly hairless. Only a small patch of trimmed light brown hair was at the base. A thick vein ran the length of Matt's shaft, drawing Jude's attention. The need to sink his fangs into that vein seized Jude but he fought it.

The heat from Matt's skin lured Jude closer; he could hear the blood rushing in Matt's veins, smell the sweet, slightly metallic odor of the substance that fed him. But there was more, a scent that teased his senses... the musky scent of aroused human male flesh.




Kiss Me Deadly



Jude, overcome with the need to have skin-on-skin contact, stripped. He had to feel Matt's warmth. Once he was undressed he moved to the foot of the bed and used the extra pillows to lift Matt's hips slightly. Immediately Matt raised his knees, opening his body to Jude. A strange feeling wrapped itself around Jude's still heart.

"Beautiful," Jude said, trying to remember if he had ever felt like this.

Matt offered himself without fear to one who was well known for inflicting violence and torture on others. A feeling of... calmness enveloped Jude. Never had he known such a feeling. Even before he died there was a void, a hole within himself that was unfulfilled.

Jude, moved beyond thought, settled between those spread legs. He nuzzled at Matt's length, following the vein from root to tip. Matt trembled as Jude's lips closed around the dome of his dick and sucked while his tongue caressed the top.

"Ahhh, God," Matt groaned as he twisted on the bed, pleasure washing over him.

For once the name of that particular deity didn't make Jude's insides clench with unmitigated hate.

He ducked his head down and swallowed Matt to the base, tongue working frantically, throat massaging the dick lodged within it. Jude bobbed up and down, working Matt closer to an orgasm that was just beyond reach.

Every couple of strokes he pulled off and swirled his tongue around the flushed, swollen head. Jude's tongue teased the slit wanting more of Matt's precum. Jude found he liked the slightly sweet taste. It had been ages since he tasted anything other than blood or the flavor of another vampire.

When he took humans he wasn't worried about their pleasure, only their pain. He wanted to fuck them, enjoy their pain-filled cries, then feed. He certainly wasn't worried about exploring their bodies and giving them pleasure. Bathed in a light sweat, Matt's groans and whispered words of encouragement drove Jude on.

"Please," Matt said, and the word was asked in need, not bone crushing fright. "Fuck me..."

The tight grip Jude had on his control snapped at the softly spoken word. With nothing else close to hand to use as lube he bit his middle finger, and used his own blood to ease the way into Matt's tight channel.

Warmth encased his lone finger, the tissue of a living being clenched his cold flesh. Jude curled his finger until he found the bundle of nerves that would drive Matt wild. Shaking and twisting on the bed Matt strained as Jude rubbed his prostate unmercifully.

Starting at his toes sparks of intense pleasure shot throughout his body and nailed him right between the eyes. Gasping, nearly crying from the feeling spreading through him, Matt begged to come.

It drove Jude over the edge.

"Come," Jude growled as he swallowed Matt's dick again.

With a hoarse yell, Matt unraveled. Cum exploded in Jude's mouth and he sucked frantically at the living essence, determined to have every drop. His own body hummed with the need to claim the mortal, to bury his aching length inside Matt's warm body and ride him until he screamed out that he belonged to Jude.

Pushed beyond all rational thought, Jude released Matt's now limp dick, turned his head, and bit into the vein that ran up the inside of Matt's leg. The swift, sharp pain of his bite sent tremors down Matt's leg. He arched against the bed as Jude sucked hard. Pleasure flowed through Matt's body at the swift, hard pulls on his vein. The blood of the living warmed Jude's cold, lifeless body.

"Please, please..." Head thrashing back and forth on the bed Matt breathlessly begged to be fucked.

Suddenly Jude let go and his wet mouth closed over Matt's dick again, sucking feverishly. Matt yelled once more; going from one extreme to the other had his whole body confused and disjointed. Quick as a striking snake, Jude released Matt's cock and bit down on Matt's leg again, the pulls on the vein not quite so hard this time.

"Aw damn, that's so-so... Oh fuck," Matt moaned.

Jude released the vein and licked it closed.

"Mine," Jude hissed.

Placing the tip of his shaft at Matt's entrance, he pushed in. The guardian ring gave way and he slid in, one smooth, slow glide up Matt's channel. Pushing in and pulling out, his speed built up until he was fucking Matt hard, nearly pushing him into the headboard.

"Again," he said. "Come again for me."

Matt gritted his teeth as his balls tightened up and another string of cum shot from his dick, landing on his stomach, the fluid nearly clear. As Matt shot between them Jude continued to hammer away inside Matt, hitting his hot spot.

His thrusts became erratic and Jude pulled out. He rose up onto his knees and stroking hard, he pushed himself over the edge. He came over Matt, his own dead seed mixing with Matt's living fluid. Stunned at what he did, Jude watched Matt fall into unconsciousness. Without realizing it, he just took the first step toward claiming Matt.

"By damn, what have I done?"

Jude looked at Matt laying there. He was so full of life, so sweet. He was everything Jude was not... honest, caring and loyal. How could he condemn one such as Matt to a life of darkness?

He would lose his soul, be damned just as Jude was, and have to walk the Earth as one of the undead. For all the years Jude existed this never bothered him. He delighted in sharing his curse and killing the creations of the Lord. But now... The need to mate hammered at him but Jude resisted.

How could he take Matt's life and turn him into a monster? But then again, his own lonely existence stretched out in front of Jude; at least he would have a partner with whom to walk this world, another with whom to share his time. Maybe he could even find a bit of... joy. Could Matt fill this hole inside of him?

He was so tired of being alone; he wanted someone to share with, by hell. Why not take what little happiness he could find and... but at what expense? Matt would be a vampire, but he could be killed, unlike Jude. Then what? Would he be condemned to Hell? Jude could almost hear Satan's gleeful laughter at the thought of Matt in hell and Jude walking the earth, alone. How could Jude take that chance?

"Fuck," Jude hissed, unsure what to do. Once before he put his wants before what was right and look how that turned out. So what if it had been preordained?

He cleaned Matt up with a towel from the bathroom and hid it near the bottom of the stack of dirty clothes, then commanded Matt to wake later without clear memory of what happened. He wouldn't give Matt his blood... yet. He needed to think about this, and not let his desires sway him.

For once he would try to do what was right. Whatever that was.

With the inbred sense of one who knows when the sun was close to rising, Jude disappeared in a swirl of smoke. No vampire, Jude included, knew why sunlight was so destructive. Just like birds instinctively knew what routes to follow during a migration, Jude knew immediately that sunlight was dangerous.

It could stem from the fact that he hanged himself during the daylight hours although nowhere in the Bible did it state that. Or it could be that Christianity saw the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ as bringing the light of eternal life and forgiveness into a darkened world. Didn't really matter, vampires were condemned to live in the darkness.

He took Matt's blood. And he came on Matt, marking Matt as his. All that was left to do was drain Matt and replace Matt's blood with his own tainted blood. Then he would die from Jude's deadly kiss only to be reborn. Jude returned to the apartment and Henri arrived right behind him. They retired to Jude's bedroom to sleep the cold sleep of the dead.

* * * *

The following evening Matt picked Ryan up and took the long way to the club.

"I'm going to make this clear right now. We're leaving earlier this time," Matt said. "I'm tired and don't feel like a repeat of last night."

"I don't plan to leave tonight anyway. I'm hoping Henri shows back up."

"That's the guy's name?"

"Yeah."

"Well, at least you got a name."

"Don't be nasty, Matt. I get that you're upset with me leaving and not telling you. Next time—"

"Sorry, sorry. But that's the problem, see? Next time you might get hold of some nut job and end up dead," Matt said as he parked.

"I was going to say that next time I won't move so fast, and that you're right. What I did was stupid."

"I just worry about you, that's all, Ryan."

"I know, and I'm sorry. No more stupid stunts like last night, I promise."

"Okay."

Matt and Ryan made their way inside and found a table. Their drinks barely made it to the table when Matt sensed someone watching them. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and a wave of raw power washed over him.

Startled, he looked up. Standing by door was a man whose eyes were locked on him. Long black hair framed a pale face with dark eyes. Matt had the almost irresistible urge to stand and move to the man, to clasp his arms around him and...

"Damn," Matt muttered, stunned at the darkly erotic appeal of the guy and his own reaction.

Standing next to him was a brown headed guy who was scanning the crowd. The black headed one nudged the taller guy and motioned with his head to where he and Ryan sat. The taller guy nodded and smiled; Matt could see the delight in the guy's face. People parted, the crowd moving out of the way as they walked closer.

"I think we are about to have company," Matt said as the two made their way over.

"Really? Why do you think...? Oh! It's Henri, and look, he brought a friend."

"Shit, Ryan, did you set me up?"

"No, I swear to God I didn't."

Jude frowned as they approached the table. He wished Henri would tell the little mortal not to use that damn "g" word. Nothing got his temper boiling faster than the Lord's name, well... most of the time. Ryan's head snapped around and a big smile crossed his face.

"Hey Henri, glad you could make it," Ryan said. "Join us?"

"Ah, it's good to see you again. I hoped you'd be here tonight. This is my friend Jude."

"Nice to meetcha. This is Matt," Ryan said as Henri and Jude sat down.

"Good evening," Jude said, his dark eyes locked on Matt. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

A shiver of unease raced up Matt's back. There was an air of coldness, of danger, that enveloped Jude, along with a blatant sexual intensity. Matt sat frozen in his seat, his body torn between the urge to shove his chair back and run, and an equally urgent desire to climb into the guy's lap and ride him for all he was worth.

"Hi," Matt said finally, then dragged his eyes away from Jude only to focus on Henri, where it was safer. "Glad to finally meet you, Henri. Ryan's mentioned you. But then, we're good friends so he tells me everything."

Jude raised an eyebrow. Did Henri understand what this little mortal was saying?

"That's good to know," Henri replied. "We all should be blessed with such good friends that share everything."

Henri could see the smirk in Jude's eyes. Yes, he understood what Matt was saying.

"Even though he acts like a bonehead sometimes, he's as close to me as a brother."

"Damn it, Matt—"

"What? I'm just telling him that we're good friends and I know where you are most of the time," Matt said as Ryan rolled his eyes.

"He's a nice guy, Matt, so stop with the bulldog attitude; you're embarrassing me," Ryan said.

"Merci beaucoup but I understand what your friend is saying and it's no problem," Henri said to Ryan then turned to Matt. "Let's clear the air, Matt. Ryan did come home with me, and yes, that was a dangerous thing to do. But I returned him safely. I like him and plan to keep seeing him, too."

"That's cool. Just wanted you to know he has friends who keep up with him," Matt shrugged.

"Mainly you," Ryan complained.

"Well, someone needs to keep an eye on you," Matt laughed. "Okay, I'll stop. Just wanted to make myself clear, that's all."

"So anyway, would you like to dance, Henri?" Ryan asked a little desperately.

"I would like that," Henri said, standing up. He, too, wanted to be away from the relentless probing. This human had balls. It was possible Jude finally met someone as strong-willed as him.

After they left Jude focused on Matt. "That was very well done."

Matt shrugged. "Your friend seems nice, and Ryan likes him, I can tell. But in this day and age..."

"I understand," Jude said. "So tell me, what is it you do?"

While Matt talked Jude examined his thoughts. He was impressed with this mortal. He was blunt, and by hell so very responsive, as he found out earlier this morning. He cared, and that was something with which Jude had little experience. Then a small little twinge pressed at the base of Jude's spine when he thought how he scared Ryan.

If Matt ever found out what he did to Ryan he'd take him to task, and be much harsher than what he subjected Henri to, no doubt. And he didn't want that, which surprised Jude. What he felt was... guilt? Maybe regret? Jude mentally shook himself. What in Hell's name was this human doing to him?

Ryan and Henri returned and sat out a couple of songs to cool off.

"Think we need a new round of drinks," Ryan said. "I'm dry. How about you guys?"

"I'm driving so I'll stick to good old-fashioned Dr. Pepper," Matt said.

"Nothing for me," Henri said.

"Me either," Jude said.

"Wow, you're not thirsty?" Ryan asked.

"No," Henri replied, "but thanks."

It was warm in the club and neither one of them were sweaty, either. Ryan worked up a good sweat dancing but Henri looked completely cool. Even Matt was warm from just sitting at the table. But both Henri and Jude looked as clean and crisp as if they just stepped out of the shower. And neither one of them looked like they saw the sun at all; they were both as pale as Cool Whip.

Matt ordered an appetizer while Henri and Ryan danced and the repulsion on Jude's face when the food arrived was clear to see. Matt frowned. Both of these guys were sexy but strange. Another song came on and Henri nudged Jude and cut his eyes toward Matt. Jude frowned and Henri nudged him again, harder. With a silent sigh Jude stood up and held his hand out to Matt.

"Dance with me," Jude said.

Matt looked at the hand held out to him then up at Jude. "Well, that depends. Are you asking me or telling me?"

"I'm—"

Henri coughed loudly and with a slight shake of his head glared at Jude.

"It appears I'm asking you," Jude said. "So, may I have the honor of this dance?"

Matt raised an eyebrow at the oddly formal tone. "Sure."

Once they left Ryan started laughing. "Good lord, he sounded like something out of the past."

"Regency era," Henri said softly, lost in his memories of the French Revolution for a moment. "And Ryan? Jude really doesn't like hearing the Lord's name used."

"Ah, gotcha. It bothers him, huh?"

"You could say that."

Matt and Jude returned to the table. Over the next few hours the couples danced and talked. After yawning for the fifth time in a row Jude suggested they call it a night. Even Ryan wasn't too perky. Jude and Henri walked them out to Matt's car. Henri and Ryan were by the passenger side, talking and kissing.

"I would like to see you again," Jude said. "Would you like to see a movie?"

"I..." Matt looked at Jude. There was something about the guy that made the hair on the back of Matt's neck stand up. But there was a pull Matt couldn't deny even though his brain was blasting out signals along the lines of "Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!"

Matt grinned at his own foolish thoughts. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"How about tomorrow night then? I'll pick you up after work, say about eight?"

"That'll work. Any particular kind of movie you like?"

"You pick."

"Oh man, bad move, Jude," Ryan said from across the car. "Matt has a thing for horror movies so I hope you can stand stuff like that."

"I believe I can handle horror," Jude grinned. "Let's exchange cell numbers, and give me your address."

Several minutes later Jude had Matt's information -- not that he needed the address -- and plans to meet again. After Ryan and Henri finished saying goodbye, Matt and Ryan were on their way home.

* * * *

The next evening found Matt and Jude on the way to the movies.

"So, have you decided what you want to see?"

"Well, since you've been warned about my taste for horror movies, how about that new vampire one?"

Jude grinned slightly. "Like that kind of stuff, huh?"

"Yeah." Matt laughed as they parked. "I think I've seen every one there is."

Jude bought their tickets and they went inside. Jude immediately started walking toward where their movie was being shown when Matt stopped him.

"How about some popcorn and something to drink?"

Damnation, Jude thought, forgot about that. Now what? "Ah, sorry for my poor manners. I'll get it, Matt."

Oh Satan's horns this shit stinks, Jude thought once he had the food. Thank hell he no longer needed to eat.

They went back to their theater to wait for the movie to start.

"Want some?" Matt asked as he held the popcorn tub in his lap.

"Ah, no thanks. I'm not hungry."

Maybe he has some sort of phobia about eating and drinking in public, Matt thought.

The lights went down and the movie started. Jude was actually impressed with it. Some of the stuff was accurate but other things were dead wrong... like garlic. Jude shook his head as they watched the movie. What the hell? Garlic, really? And sleeping in coffins? Why would any self-respecting vampire want to sleep in a coffin?

Give him a nice soft bed any day of the week. Jeez, where did humans come up with this shit? Jude watched Matt more than he watched the movie. About midway through Jude reached over and grabbed Matt's hand. A slight smile crossed Matt's face and he squeezed Jude's hand. Soon the movie was over and they were leaving.

"I had fun tonight," Matt said as they walked to the Jude's vehicle, a black Lexus.

Just how much money did Jude have? Matt thought.

"I did, too. Do you want to do anything else or are you ready to go home?"

"I need to call it a night; I have work in the morning. To be honest I'm tired. I think I may be coming down with something."

"Hopefully not. I would like to see you tomorrow night."

"I don't have anything going on. You know, you could drop by and meet me for lunch tomorrow."

"As much as I would enjoy that, I'm afraid I can't." Jude searched his mind for an excuse. "I have a prior engagement. But what about a night in? I have a nice game room with a pool table."

"Cool, you shoot pool? That's sounds nice."

"Excellent, I'll pick you up at eight again," Jude said as he drove Matt home.

"Nice," Jude said as he parked in the drive way.

"It's small, but it's enough for me."

The house was small but well maintained as were the rest of the houses on the block. Matt got out and met Jude on the sidewalk. Jude walked with Matt to the door. Once there Matt fidgeted with his keys until he found the right one. He unlocked the door but didn't open it, instead turning to face Jude. Jude, encouraged, leaned in and feathered his lips across Matt's.

Matt's lips opened and Jude sank into the kiss. Before he knew what he was doing he backed Matt against the door, leaned into his body and ravaged his mouth. The soft whimper of pleasure drove Jude on. Pressed against Matt's body Jude locked his arms around Matt and pushed his erection against him, and nearly lost the fragile control on his lust when he felt the bulge that greeted him.

Surprised at how he was spiraling out of control Jude pulled back. Matt's lips were slightly swollen and wet, his eyes were hazy and he was panting; panting with lust, not fear. Jude knew he was seconds away from losing control and taking Matt right then and there. Then Matt said the very thing needed to snap him back.




Kiss Me Deadly



"I had a great time, and I really enjoyed being with you tonight. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. And Jude, thanks for not pushing me. Most guys would have been trying to back me through the door and into the bedroom by now."

If you only knew, Jude thought, how close I am to kicking down the door and throwing you over the nearest flat surface.

"I'm tempted, don't think I'm not. But I don't want to ruin this by acting like a barbarian."

Besides, there's always after you go to sleep, Jude thought.

"Thanks, you have no idea how much I respect you for that."

Well hell, then again maybe not, Jude thought with a wince.

"I better go; I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you later, Jude."

Jude sat in his car and replayed the conversation in his mind. He planned to visit Matt once he was asleep and fuck his brains out again. Now he felt like an ass for doing it the first time. Matt respected him? How long had it been since anyone respected him? Ever? Never? And why the hell did he even care?

"This mating business may drive me nuts," Jude hissed as he left Matt's.

Before he hit the interstate Henri called. Jude told Henri of his plans for tomorrow night. It seemed Ryan was tired and they called it an early night, too. That was the trouble with taking blood from a human and not replacing it. Of course, most times they just killed the human. Henri's shocked voice drew Jude back into the conversation.

"You did what?" Henri exclaimed.

"I invited him over. What's the big deal?"

"Jude..."

"What, damn it?" Jude could hear the exasperation in Henri's voice.

"How are you going to explain no food in the apartment? I'm not talking about being low on groceries, but nothing at all? Not even anything to drink. And what about the bathroom?"

"Bathroom? What about the bathroom? Why are we even talking about the bathroom for Satan's sake?"

"You have no towels, no wash clothes, no soap, no shampoo, no toilet paper... nothing like that."

"Toilet paper? You did not just say toilet paper. For fuck's sake we don't need stuff like that!"

"Exactly. We don't, but mortals do. We're dead, Jude."

"Really? And here I thought I just happened to lived longer than most," Jude snarled into the phone. "Do you honestly think I'm not aware of that fact? Hello, I killed you, remember?"

"Listen to me, Jude. We don't sweat, so we don't need to bathe. We don't eat like humans who then have to void what their bodies don't use. And it's going to seem very strange for you not to have anything like that. Very strange, Jude. Understand what I'm saying? Are you ready to let Matt know what you are?"

Jude wasn't sure he wanted to claim the human male as his mate, much less reveal his true nature.

"Jude?"

"I'm here. So now what?"

"Well, if you want him in your lair then I suggest a trip to the store."

"Do what?"

"Hang on to your ass, Jude, we're going shopping."

* * * *

"I hate you, you bastard."

"Hey, it was your bright idea to have Matt over, not mine," Henri said, struggling not to laugh.

He and Jude pushed two shopping carts down an aisle at Wal-Mart. Here was the deadliest creature on the face of the planet pushing a cart with a broken wheel -- and of course the cart went in the opposite direction Jude wanted -- down an aisle throwing foodstuffs into said cart.

To say he wasn't happy was an understatement. Henri was actually surprised Jude hadn't chucked the cart across the store yet, slashed several other shoppers to ribbons and created a blood bath from aisles fifteen through twenty. To make matters worse Jude had no idea what things to buy; he hadn't eaten food in nearly two thousand years.

Back then food like this didn't exist. The things he grabbed made Henri rolled his eyes. Jalapenos, pork and beans, Spam, dried raisins, mashed potatoes in a box... Henri shook his head and took over. At least what he placed in the cart made sense. Plus he got plenty of snacks so if Matt got hungry he could nibble. And some toilet paper.

Tomorrow night should be very interesting, Henri thought.

After they checked out and carted the stuff home he helped Jude unload it. Daylight was coming so they retired to Jude's bedroom to sleep.

* * * *

The next evening Jude arrived and picked up Matt. Soon they were at Jude's apartment. They spent the evening playing pool and Matt won as many games as he lost. Later they ended up on the couch watching TV.

Jude had an arm around Matt and Matt had his head against his shoulder. Jude played with Matt's hair, his fingers running through the waves. He watched as Matt's eyelids fluttered closed. Jude leaned closer and his lips touched Matt's, coaxing them to open.

Matt moaned slightly and rested his hand on Jude's shoulder, trying to bring their bodies closer. Struggling to contain the growl building deep in his chest, Jude's lips slanted over Matt's repeatedly, taking what he wanted, what Matt gave so sweetly. Jude's hand drifted down Matt's chest to the bottom of this shirt.

"May I?"

"Hmm, yeah. I want to feel your hands on me."

Jude lifted the shirt and pulled it off so he could caress a small, tight nipple. He kissed Matt again and with a final hard kiss he lifted his head. Trailing little kisses from Matt's lips he moved down Matt's chest, heading for the puckered nub.

His lips brushed across Matt's nipple, watching it harden more. He blew on the nub, the cool air against Matt's hot skin made Matt shiver. He moaned and shifted his legs to make room for the growing bulge between his legs.

He threaded his hands in Jude's dark hair. Finally Jude sucked a nipple into his mouth, lavishing attention to it then releasing it to move to the other. As he alternated between Matt's nipples, little tingles of pleasure shot down to Matt's cock. Both nipples were red and diamond hard by the time Jude was done.

"Oh, oh that's good," Matt moaned.

"Mmm, they are so hard for me," he whispered. "Do you want more?"

Matt's hand flattened against Jude's chest. Matt lurched against his hand when Jude rubbed his groin. Jude kissed Matt again, then stared at him.

"I-I..."

"What? What do you want? Tell me," Jude said softly.

Matt reached down and grasped Jude's cock. "I want to taste you."

"Oh," Jude said, surprised. "Yes, I'd like that."

Jude lay back and Matt crawled between his legs pulling Jude's pants down and releasing his dick. Matt licked the head, tasting him. He was already damp, the head slick from his precum. Rubbing the wet tip against his lips, Matt looked back up into Jude's eyes. As Jude watched, Matt gradually slipped the head into his mouth.

He tongued the tiny opening at the top of Jude's shaft as his other hand wrapped around the base of Jude's shaft, holding it tightly. Matt swallowed his cock, taking it as far into his mouth as he could without gagging. He moaned, and the vibrations shot up Jude's dick.

Matt bobbed up and down the length of him, sucking gently.

"Matt, stop... Don't want to come in your mouth."

Matt sucked harder.

Jude threw his head back, his hips thrusting. "Fuck yes then, take it, take my cum."

Jude exploded in Matt's mouth moments later. With a nearly silent growl Jude pushed Matt up. He jerked Matt's pants down and swallowed him whole. Working frantically he had Matt writhing on the couch in no time and soon his body tightened up and, with a shout, Matt came in Jude's mouth. Both collapsed on the couch.

"Oh shit, that was unbelievable," Matt grasped.

"You're unbelievable. I have never come that hard."

Matt yawned and Jude took that as his cue to call it a night. As much as he didn't want Matt to leave, Matt was tired and needed the rest. It never occurred to Jude how out of the ordinary his behavior was.

"Ready to go home?" Jude asked.

"Yeah, I can't keep my eyes open."

"Let me get my keys, then." Jude said. "How about the four of us meet next weekend at the club."

"I think that's a great idea," Matt said. "I had a nice time tonight."

"As did I. I'll call you tomorrow, but we'll skip going out. I think you need to rest,"

Jude said as they drove down the darkened street toward Matt's house.

"Probably, I'm still tired."

"Then I'll see you in a few days," Jude said as they parked in Matt's driveway.

"Goodnight, Jude," Matt quickly kissed Jude then hurriedly let himself out of the car.

With a small sideways smile Jude watched his mortal hurry to his front door. "'Nite, Matt."

* * * *

Several days later they were at the club again. It was the weekend so they stayed later and both Matt and Ryan felt better. Ryan and Henri made plans to spend the night together again, and Jude offered Henri his car. Henri made a point to tell Matt that Ryan would call him in the morning, earning another smirk from Jude.

"So how are you getting home?" Matt asked as Ryan and Henri left.

"I suppose I could call a cab," Jude said, hoping that Matt would offer him a ride.

"I can take you home."

"I would like that, Matt."

"I guess we could stop by my place on the way to yours for a drink first, if you want."

"I don't drink. But I would like to spend some more time with you; the night is young yet."

Soon they were in Matt's neighborhood. Matt pulled in the drive and parked.

"Well, maybe we can find something to watch on TV," Matt said as he walked to the door.

Jude took two steps then froze. There, on the night breeze was the smell of something not quite human. His hackles rose as his eyes scanned the night. Matt was still walking toward the front door unaware Jude stopped behind him. A shifting in the shadows caught Jude's eye. His body alert, Jude searched the darkness. Menace rolled from the shadows aimed at... him. The smell was more pronounced now, the stench strong.

"Matt." Jude spoke harshly, the need to protect this human all consuming.

"What?"

Matt unlocked the door, flipped on the porch light. Jude knew that smell, knew it was a... werewolf. Just as Matt turned the creature launched itself. Matt watched in stunned disbelief as something tall rushed Jude, the snarls and growls sending chills through his body. Matt had a quick glimpse of a long snout full of razor sharp teeth, pointed ears and a body covered in dense course hair... a very tall, very large body.

Shaking, his mind threatening to shut down, Matt stood frozen on the porch his eyes trying to see where Jude and that... thing was. Fear grabbed Matt by the throat. Jude was so much smaller than... Matt refused to name what he saw, but his brain helpfully supplied the word.

Werewolf.

The deadly sounds of angry growls surrounded Matt as the figures fought. Jude! Matt's mind did a three sixty. Jude was rolling around in the yard with that thing. He'd be ripped to shreds right before Matt's eyes and the thought of that finally got Matt unstuck from his frozen position. He had to do something, no idea what, but something to protect Jude.

"Oh shit!" Matt yelled, and not thinking took a step toward the mass that was fighting on the lawn.

"No!" Jude yelled as he and the werewolf fought.

An unseen force threw Matt back, back into the house. As though a lasso slipped around his waist and jerked him back, Matt's feet completely left the floor as he flew back into the house. Lying on the floor Matt watched the front door slam shut before his unbelieving eyes.

"That's... not... possible..." Matt whispered. The door shut on its own.... Completely by itself.

A scream of pain and a maddened howl ripped through the night, bringing Matt to his feet. Silence followed. The painful scream was more frightening than the hideous howls because it was Jude who yelled in pain. This fear that Jude was hurt nearly paralyzed Matt.

"What do I do? What do I do?" Matt took a step toward the door, but froze as the doorknob turned.

Slowly the door opened, again by itself... and there on the porch stood Jude, shirt shredded and spattered with blood.

"Oh thank..." Matt stopped as he took in Jude's appearance. Jude was covered in blood, but that wasn't what strangled the words in Matt's throat. No, it was the awful red eyes that burned with an unholy light and the long fangs that glistened with blood. "No... no, no, no!"

In the blink of an eye Jude stood at the door, but did not enter. Matt stumbled back several steps, surprised by the unnatural speed with which Jude moved. One second he was at the steps of the porch, then he was right in front of Matt. No one could move that fast, it just wasn't humanly... Matt stopped as one word played on repeat in his mind.

Vampire.

"I will not hurt you, Matt," Jude said, his words distorted by the fangs. "I give you my word."

"Your word?" Matt screeched once he finally got enough air in his lungs to speak. "Give me your word? Is that supposed to mean something to me, comfort me when things like you don't exist! Christ on the cross, his word he says."

"Don't," Jude snarled, bloodlust riding him hard. "Don't use-don't speak... Yes, things like me do exist! You've seen it with your own eyes. Let me in and I'll explain all to you."

"Let you in? Wait, you have to be invited in, right? Are you out of your—"

The sound of breaking glass from the kitchen stopped Matt. Nails clicked on hardwood floors and the stench of an unwashed, dirty animal assailed him. Matt turned slowly to see a giant beast walking on two legs coming down the hall towards him. Low rabid growls came from the werewolf.

Its sharp claws trailed down the walls, leaving long claw marks imbedded in the sheetrock. The thing reached the doorway and stooped down to enter the room. It was the werewolf Jude had been fighting.

"Matt!"

Matt stood frozen watching the werewolf draw nearer.

"Matt!"

"W-w-w-hat?"

"Invite me in!"

The werewolf stopped and howled, its body leaning slightly forward, saliva spewing. It ran at Matt, who stood frozen. With anguishing slowness Jude watched as the werewolf's claws slashed across Matt's ribs, tearing into the skin deeply. Pain exploded, robbing Matt of the ability to think as blood dripped from the deep wounds.

"Matt! Let me in, Matt... damn it, Matt, now!"

"Come-come in," Matt said softly, as he slumped to the floor, hardly able to breathe from the pain.

A strong breeze was the only indication that Jude had permission to enter as he passed Matt. He slammed into the werewolf pushing it away from Matt. The werewolf shifted, grabbed Jude and slammed him into the wall.

With his long claws, he stabbed Jude through the chest, pinning him to the wall. Jude screamed in pain as his hands wrapped around the werewolf's thick arms. A trickle of blood dripped from his mouth and Jude's head slumped down to rest on his chest. The werewolf howled in victory.

"Oh no, oh please... no," Matt couldn't get his body to move. His limbs wouldn't respond. "Jude... no."

The werewolf turned its head and snarled at Matt. Its eyes were slitted but Matt could see the promise in them. He was next, if he survived long enough. His blood spread out from where he lay, and Matt could heat his own heartbeat slowing. Then the werewolf's nose wrinkled and confusion entered its eyes. Turning to look back at Jude, the werewolf's eyes widened. Jude was awake and grinning maniacally.

"You stupid, mangy... mutt," Jude growled. "Haven't you figured it out yet? Wasn't me not turning to dust a clue? I'm not like other vampires."

The werewolf actually whimpered and jerked its claws free from Jude's chest. Matt watched as the four bloody puncture wounds began to heal right in front of his eyes.

"I am Judas, betrayer of Jesus and created by Satan. I am the first, the Master vampire. I cannot be destroyed! And you dare to come near what is mine?"

Jude backhanded the werewolf across the room. It hit the wall, leaving a sizable dent. With a frightened howl, it leapt to its feet, head bobbing left and right, looking for an escape. No longer interested in killing, just escaping, it crashed through the nearest window. Jude took a step after it when another frightened whimper caught his attention.

Matt was sheet white. Jude cussed long and bitterly in his mind; this was not what he wanted. Here was the fear he normally craved and all he wanted to do was comfort Matt, calm him down and reassure him that all was well. He hadn't made his mind up what to do yet and now he had no choice. Matt was dying. Jude was by him in an instant.

"Judas?" Matt said, staring at the holes that struggled to close in Jude's chest as darkness descended. "You're Judas Iscariot, the betrayer, the one who sold Christ out for thirty pieces of silver?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow... Oh that's really..." Matt strained in Jude's arms as pain blossomed. "Oh shit, Jude, I'm-I'm dying."

Jude didn't bother to contradict him. He nodded.

"I don't know what's more bizarre. Dying, or doing it in the arms of Judas. N-not long now. I'm s-s-sorry, Jude. I think I-I could have loved you." Shivers racked Matt's body. "S-so cold. Tell Ryan, tell Ryan to be good, okay?"

"Matt, no! I can't, oh God help me, I can't condemn you to this lifeless hell. Please, please Matt, fight. Don't leave me!"

"Then-then change me. You c-can, right?"

Jude closed his eyes. "Matt, you'll lose your soul. I can't, I just can't do that to you. I can't turn you into a monster, an undead body that kills to survive." Jude opened his eyes and looked at Matt. "Forgive me, love. And yes, I love you. And no, I won't do this."

A seething fog appeared.

"Don't be foolish, Judas. Take what is yours. Give him your blood and finish what you started. Take his life and let him walk with you through eternity," Satan hissed.

"No. I listened to you once -- biggest mistake I ever made -- and I won't make the same mistake twice. You used me in your war with God and I let you. The Son of Man didn't set me up; I foolishly listened to you, you whispering in my ear, and my own greed. No more, Satan. I will not give you this innocent's soul."

A golden light filled the room and there stood the Son of Man. Jesus wept tears as all three watched Matt's body shudder as he drew his last breath. Jude's own bloody tears coursed down his face.

"Good bye, my love," Jude said quietly then looked at Jesus. "Take good care of his soul. He's one in a million."

Satan's bellows echoed around the room. "So be it! You could have had a mate, one to walk with you. Now you will be alone for the rest of eternity. I hope your selflessness keeps you warm at night, Judas."

The floor opened up, the screams of the damned filling the room for a moment, and Satan disappeared.

Jesus placed his hand on Jude's shoulder. "My friend, I'm glad you've finally seen the light. Sometimes redemption isn't easy."

Jude watched as Matt's body faded from sight.

"I can't even bury him?" Jude asked. The grief in his voice made Jesus hurt for his beloved Apostle.

Jesus shook his head sadly. "But know this, I have faith in you, Judas."

The soft glow disappeared.

* * * *

Jude needed blood and he needed it now, damn it. The wounds weren't closing like they should. With nowhere else to turn, he called Henri.

"I hate to bother you at what I'm sure is an inopportune time, but I need you."

"What's wrong?" Henri asked.

"Can Ryan hear you?"

"Yes."

"Matt and I were attacked by a werewolf. I've lost a lot of blood and—"

"I understand. I'll be there shortly."

Once that short conversation was done, Jude walked to the other side of the room and peered out the floor to ceiling windows, waiting. His chest was vise tight and his vision kept blurring. Jude wiped his hand across his eyes only to come away with smears of blood from the tears he had no idea he was shedding.

His throat was sandpaper dry and he assumed it was because he needed blood, but the ache in his chest denied that. If his heart still beat Jude was sure it would be breaking now, as corny as that sounded. He had no reason to breathe but the need to draw great gulping breaths of air consumed him.




Kiss Me Deadly



He wanted to scream, curse and plant his fist through the windows. His head rang with pressure and the desire to pound something into dust. Grief such as he felt at this moment consumed him at only one other time, for the loss of only one other soul, and while he felt responsible for the loss of both men, losing Matt actually hurt worse.

Jude closed his eyes. As before he would have an eternity to deal with this endless need to cry his pain to the universe. The only difference was that this time he didn't regret his choice, but that was little comfort now.

"Guess you got the last laugh after all, you bastard," Jude mumbled as he opened his eyes.

Jude felt the shift in atmosphere and knew Henri arrived. A moment later Henri opened the door and came in.

"How bad?"

"Well, I'm not going to die."

"Lovely, now you have a sense of humor?" Henri said, as he rolled up his sleeve, baring his wrist. "Try to go easy, my friend."

"Make sure to stop me if you get lightheaded; I don't need much."

Henri sat down next to Jude and offered his wrist. Jude wrapped his hand around Henri's wrist and nuzzled the cool skin. His fangs extended and Jude bit down, the strike swift and sure.

A burst of pain then pleasure raced up Henri's arm. But this time the pleasure was different. It was a nice feeling, but not like before. Henri didn't feel himself growing hard and Jude didn't seem to be lost in a sexual haze.

The gentle pulls on his wrist didn't excite Henri like all the other times Jude fed from him. Was this because they both found a mate? Whatever the reason, the sexual intensity was now missing. Jude finally licked the wound closed and lifted his head.

"Feel better?" Henri asked.

"Yes, and thank you," Jude said. "It felt different, didn't it?"

"I was thinking the same. The bite didn't affect me sexually."

"Me, either. Wonder why this time was different."

"If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say it is because we found our mates." Henri looked around. "And speaking of such... Where's Matt?"

"Gone." Jude turned back to the window and stared into the night.

"Jude, gone where?"

"Heaven, I assume."

"What?"

Jude quickly explained what happened and that Matt was dead... a true death.

"Oh Jude, I'm so, so sorry, my friend. I don't know what to say to help you. I can't begin to understand what it is you feel." Henri wrapped his arms around Jude.

"That's the funny thing in all this. I finally found love, only to lose it. It was the right choice, but damn it Henri, it hurts." Jude leaned his head back against Henri's shoulder. "I didn't think I was capable of feeling this kind of pain. I guess I am."

"So, Jesus showed up, too?"

"All three of us together, just like before. But this time I made the right choice."

"Ryan will question Matt's disappearance, Jude."

"I know."

"So...?"

Jude sighed and turned to looked at Henri. "You'll have to take him. We can't have him causing trouble. As far as anyone else is concerned, Matt just disappeared one day. It happens."

"I can't believe this," Henri said. "I honestly thought these two were our mates and would be with us forever. I-I... I'm here for you, always. And Ryan will be, too."

"I know. Take these keys and take Ryan to the apartment by the docks, you know the one. Turn him, but do it with love and care. Once it's done we have things to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a big mess to clean up, and you and Ryan are going to help."

"Merde."

* * * *

For the next year Jude, Henri and Ryan hunted down the deadliest vampires Jude created: the ones who killed the innocent, the children and religious figures. Those who remained were informed they could still hunt as long as they targeted the killers in human society. If nothing else were available they would have to learn to survive on bagged blood.

The world being what it was, not many had to resort to that very often. Ryan was changed and settled into his new lifestyle well. Jude told him what happened. Ryan grieved for his friend, but he grieved for Jude as well.

The Master Vampire was still deadly and took his new role in life seriously. He also cut himself off. Unless he was needed to deal with a rogue he stayed in his apartment, listening to music or staring out over the ocean into the night. Not even Henri could drag Jude out. All Jude wanted was to be left alone. He hurt continuously.

"Jude? It's us. Where are you, my friend?"

Jude closed his eyes and strove for patience. Why couldn't Ryan and Henri just leave him be? "Here, by the window in the den. I'm not really in the mood for—"

"Yes, yes, I know. You're never in the mood for company."

"Then why are you here? Is there a problem?"

"Oh no. We have a surprise for you, though."

"I'm not interested, Henri. I just want—"

"Bet I could change your mind."

Jude stiffened. That voice, that voice haunted his sleep. Desire for his lost lover was a constant want that was never met. Jude spent endless nights trying to bring his body to the brink of pleasure only to end up with bloody streaks on his cheeks from the tears as he came. He yearned for his mate, his love. Jude turned slowly from the window, from looking at the water of the ocean right outside his window.

"Matt?"

Henri and Ryan stepped to the side as Matt walked to Jude. Neither heard the pair as they quietly let themselves out.

Jude stood rooted to the floor unable to believe what he was seeing.

"It's me. I'm real. I live and breathe. And I've come back, with Jesus's consent, to you."

"But-but... how? Why would he... I thought you were... What does this...?"

"Jude, I need you, need you to touch me, please. You're way too far... Damn!"

Jude was beside Matt before he could finish. He wrapped his arms around Matt, squeezing him and was stunned to feel a solid body... a warm, alive, human body.

"Tell me what changed!"

Matt laughed. "Well, several things. I bugged Jesus to come back to you until he thought his ears were going to bleed, and -- this is the main reason -- you changed. You no longer followed Satan. And yeah, dude wasn't real happy with that, but oh well."

"No, no he isn't happy with me."

"Understatement much?" Matt grinned from Jude's arms. "But the most important reason was that you made the ultimate sacrifice for me. You chose what was best for me... not you. You said 'oh God help me.' Jude, you finally asked the Lord for help. That's all it took for forgiveness. He loves you, no matter what you've done in the past. And so do I."

"I've made my peace with God, yes, and... wait, what? What did you say?

"I love you."

"You love me?"

"And you love me," Matt grinned.

Jude raised an eyebrow. "Sure of that, are you?"

"You betcha. Heard it from your mouth, remember? What you didn't know was that I could see you, too. All this time I could see and hear you. And I longed for you every minute of every day. We didn't have much time before I died, but one thing became clear to me."

"What was that?"

"I was meant to be yours."

"So, what does this mean, Matt? I'm still a vampire and you're still human. You will die and I won't. I won't go through that again. I can't."

"It's simple. You turn me."

"No! I will not destroy your soul. We've been through this."

"Yeah well, here's the thing. Satan lied. Big shock there. You have a soul, Jude. All vampires do. Just like humans, that soul can be black, twisted and evil. Yours may be dark, but you have until the Second Coming to redeem yourself. Jesus says you've made a nice start."

"I'm not damned? Henri and Ryan aren't damned?"

"No, my mate, and neither will I be. Jude, please, give me your deadly kiss."

"What-what did you call me?"

"My mate. And that, by God, is what you are. So, what are you waiting on? Mate me."

"Thank you God!" Jude yelled as he picked Matt up. "Then, I give you life eternal. The power of the storm, the shifting shadows of the night and an everlasting love. Walk with me and be my loving mate, forever."

Jude carried Matt to the bedroom.

The End.



Kiss Me First!



"Veronica," dad called up the stairs, "are you in or out tonight?"

"In." I called back as I struggled into a dress more than a size too small for me.

I'd known that the dress was too small when I had taken it out of my cupboard; I'd bought it when I was sixteen and I had filled out a little in certain areas since then. I had also got a bit taller, thank God, and the dress, short when I'd bought it, was now a little too short for everyday wear, but it was just fine for wearing at home, well sort of. My boobs felt a little crushed as the dress finally settled into place and I could feel my bra being pressed into my skin. Sighing I took the dress off, took off my bra then put the dress back on again, after a bit of a struggle it was in place and though it still crushed my boobs I did not have to put up with the discomfort of my bra digging into me. Looking at myself in the mirror I frowned, there was a very prominent set of lines where my panties ran, reaching under the short hem I pulled my panties down and smoothed the material again. It was much better, but I knew that sooner or later I'd have to throw the dress out, it was getting too damned small. 

Tossing my panties on the bed I gave myself one last look in the mirror, I liked what I saw, even if I did think it myself I was a very attractive eighteen year old and I smiled at myself before turning to leave the bedroom. As I headed downstairs I felt delightfully wicked with no underwear on, the tight dress rubbed on my skin with every breath I took and I could feel my nipples hardening from the sensations of being crushed and rubbed by the silky material.

"Hi dad." I greeted my father as I entered the kitchen.

"Oh, hi," he grinned over his shoulder distractedly, "be a dear and drain the peas for me."

Mum was away at yet another of her conferences; that was the problem with having a career woman for a mother, you never saw her and as I had that thought I wondered for the first time how my father felt about it. He always seemed cheerful, yet it had never occurred to me that he might miss mum while she was away. Then I wondered whether dad had worked once, if he had had a career and how had he been the one that ended up at home instead of mum. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for equality as long as I got the bigger share. Smiling at my thoughts I drained the peas then laid the table while dad dished up our meal. Dad was a good cook and I much preferred his cooking to my mother's any day, but whenever she was around she insisted on doing the cooking; the clearing up and everything else dad did.

"Dad," I said as I tucked into dinner, "did you ever have a career?"

"What a strange question." he laughed, "Yes, yes I did once upon a time."

"Why did you give it up?" I asked around a mouthful of food.

"I've told you before," dad grinned, "it's rude to talk with your mouth full."

I got the impression that my father was avoiding the question and waited until my mouth was empty before asking it again. My father looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Why the interest all of a sudden?" he asked in return.

"Just curious." I grinned, "So why did you give up your career?"

"If you must know I gave it up to look after you." He sighed.

"But didn't mum stay home?" I asked.

"She was earning more than I was at the time," dad sighed looking down at his plate, "we agreed that it would be best if I gave up work to look after you."

There was probably a lot more to it than that, mum had probably insisted that dad stay at home was probably nearer the truth; my mother had quite a forceful character and was very used to getting her own way in most things. I had a sudden picture of my mother in bed with dad ordering him around like a puppet while they made love; the image made me laugh and my father looked across the table curiously.

"It's nothing dad," I grinned stifling another laugh, "I just had a thought is all."

Dad sighed and went back to pushing his food around on his plate and it dawned on me that although I had almost finished my food my father had barely touched a thing; there was something wrong, even I could see that. I loved my father a lot more than I did my mother, probably because he had always been there for me, sorting out my cuts and bruises as cheerily as he helped me with my problems; mum was more of an occasional visitor and when he was upset about something, which was rare, I felt upset too. While I helped my father clear away the dishes and wash up I tried to think of a tactful way of asking what was upsetting him, but I'm afraid tact is definitely not one of my qualities and I decided to just come out with it when we went into the living room after the washing up was done.

Ten minutes later we were sitting down in the living room with a glass of wine and a long evening ahead of us, taking a sip of my wine I looked at my father over the rim of my glass. He looked awfully depressed about something yet as soon as he sensed that I was watching him he looked my way and smiled.

"What's up dad?" I asked bluntly, "And don't tell me that there's nothing wrong, you barely ate a thing and you've been sitting there with a face a mile long."

"Tactful as ever, eh Ronnie?" dad sighed, "If you must know I think you're mother is having an affair."

Mum was the last person I could imagine having an affair, but obviously dad had that impression and my father was not one to leap to conclusions, there had to be more to it.

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Veronica," my father said softly, "it really doesn't concern you."

"If my parents are getting a divorce I think it would concern me." I retorted.

"Who said anything about a divorce?" dad said in surprise, "I suppose you'll only harp on about it until I tell you. Your mother was supposed to be at a conference this week, she left the number for her hotel as usual before she left only the conference organisers rang here the day after she went away to confirm the revised dates for the conference. It appears that it was cancelled a month ago due to one of the organisers having died."

"Oh," I said brightly, "but that doesn't mean mum's having an affair. Maybe she decided to take a break seeing that everything was booked up already."

"I spoke with her secretary," dad sighed, "it seems that there have been no official conferences in the last three months. Furthermore she hadn't booked accommodation for your mother in all that time."

"But mum's been to five conferences in that time." I said in a puzzled tone, "Or that's what she told us."

"Precisely." dad shook his head sadly, "So I called the hotel."

"Don't tell me, she wasn't there." I sighed.

"Oh she was there all right," dad laughed bitterly, "so, apparently, was I."

"Oh dad, I'm sorry." I sighed.

"It's not your fault love," dad replied with a tiny smile, "and don't ever think it is. If anyone is at fault its me for not putting my foot down with your mother long ago."

"But didn't her trips show up on the bank statements?" I mused aloud.

"Your mother has her own separate account and I assume she uses that to pay for her pleasure trips." dad sighed, "Either that or her lover pays for them. Damn the bitch anyway!"

I was a little surprised by my father's sudden outburst, but held my tongue for a change, dad grinned sheepishly at me then sighed loudly.

"Your mother cut me off over nine months ago." he explained.

I knew what he was referring to and I felt myself getting angry with my mother for what she was doing to my father. Just then the phone rang, dad answered it, listened for a moment then frowned.

"No," my father snapped into the phone, "I will not cover an amount like that."

Angrily my father hung up the phone then saw me looking at him, he shook his head and breathed deeply to cool off his anger.

"It seems your mother has tried to draw on my account, the bank wanted my permission to pay her the funds," he said in a low voice, "you heard me tell them no. I'm damned if I'm paying out five hundred pounds for her pleasure!"

"Jesus," I laughed, "you've got to admire her nerve though."

Dad sat down again and put his head in his hands, he looked hurt and angry at the same time and I wished that there was something I could do or say to ease his pain. Then he looked up and his eyes went wide, in an instant there was a bulge in his trousers and it didn't take a genius to guess that my dress had ridden up enough to show off my bare pussy. Dad blushed and looked away after a moment and it suddenly occurred to me that there was something I could do to ease his pain; at least to ease his frustration if nothing else. I was no virgin or shrinking violet, but I was shocked at my own thoughts, yet it seemed so logical; I loved my father and he loved me, he was hurting and I had the ideal comforter sitting between my legs, and I had just seen for myself how randy he was feeling if the sight of my pussy could turn him on in an instant. 

The longer I thought about it the less shocked I felt about the whole idea, in fact I started to feel excited by it, but there was just one big flaw in my thinking, my father. There was just no way he would up and agree to what I was thinking of, not unless I could somehow get him so excited that he lost control. Just like that I had the answer, it was a little risky in that if I suddenly lost my nerve there may well be no stopping my father, but I was willing to take that risk and having made my decision I acted on it. I knew that dad always loosened up after a couple of drinks so while he was sitting feeling embarrassed at his thoughts I went and poured us both a good strong drink. I felt that I needed it as much as he did, I chose vodka because it was his favourite drink and because he wouldn't notice that I had made it ninety percent vodka and ten percent mixer instead of the other way round.

"Thanks." dad said taking his glass while avoiding looking at me.

I would soon change that though, so far only one man had been able to resist me when I turned on the old sex appeal and he had been queer, my father was a man like any other and I had no doubt at all that I would be able to get him going, but would I be able to get him to lose control? Only time would tell. Lounging back in my chair I sipped at my drink as I opened my legs wide, if he even glanced my way he was going to get one hell of an eyeful, as I sat there waiting for my father to look at me I felt my pussy grow warm and my juices begin to flow, it was a surprise to feel myself getting turned-on like this, but it was lovely at the same time.

"Dad," I broke the silence to attract his attention, "what are you going to do now?"

As I hoped he looked my way automatically to answer me, I watched his face go red, he gulped, licked his lips then tossed back his drink in two huge swallows as he looked away from me. Getting up I took his glass and refilled it, as I sat down again I noticed my father watching me out of the corner of his eye and had to hide a little grin. Taking a gulp of his vodka my father finally got around to answering my question.

"I don't know what to do Veronica." he sighed still not looking at me squarely, "I suppose it will end up as a divorce, but I feel that I've failed our marriage in some way."

"You've failed!" I snorted, "Christ dad, how the hell can you blame yourself?"

"I really don't know." he half-grinned turning to face me, "Why the hell am I feeling so guilty for what she is doing?"

The first drink was catching up with my father as he drained the second, jumping up I refilled both our glasses then flopped back in my chair again. This time my father didn't avert his eyes when my pussy came into view and the bulge in his trousers got harder; I grinned at him over the rim of my glass and he laughed.

"I think you forgot something when you got dressed." dad laughed, "Lord I feel relaxed all of a sudden."

"I didn't forget a thing," I said quickly to take his mind off his feeling of euphoria, "this dress is too tight to wear anything underneath."

"Damned tight." dad chuckled looking into his glass suspiciously, "What did you do to the drinks Veronica?"

Well he'd caught me, but the damage was done and pretty soon the second drink would kick in weakening his inhibitions even more, shortly after that the third drink he held would hit and that would be that. Assuming that he drank the damn thing, all he seemed to be doing at the moment was staring at it. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when my father grinned, drained his glass in a couple of swallows and put the empty glass down on the coffee table. This time he made no secret about staring at my naked pussy and I felt my juices flow even more as he gazed at me. Standing up I smiled at my father as he leant back in his seat and sighed, crossing over to him I plonked myself in his lap and put an arm around his shoulder. It was a temptation to ask him if he'd liked looking at my pussy, but I held my tongue for fear of driving him back to his senses.

"You are a saucy little baggage," dad laughed, "but I really am glad you're here. I think you're about the only good thing left in my life at this moment in time."

"Things will work out dad" I said reassuringly, "and I'll be right here whenever you need me."

He closed his eyes for a moment and I wondered if three giant vodkas may not have been a little too much, but then he opened his eyes and smiled. One of his hands was resting on my back, supporting me as I sat on his lap, the other was laying on my thigh just above the hem of my dress and I was suddenly very aware of the warmth of his hands where they touched me. Dad sighed and leant back, naturally I leant with him, cuddling up to him the way I had when I was a little girl, but I was no little girl now and I silently cursed the way my dress flattened my boobs. He would have been entranced with them if he could see their full shape.

"Damn this dress is too tight." I muttered.

"It was too tight when you bought it." Dad laughed, "Anyway you can always take it off and..."

"What a good idea." I interrupted jumping to my feet before he could add 'put something else on'.

My father's jaw literally dropped when I slipped off my dress to reveal my naked body, although I felt nervous about what I was planning the sudden light of lustful interest in my father's eyes strengthened my resolve, though it didn't do a lot for my jitters. With a gulp my father turned his eyes away from me after a few moments, his face was flushed with more than embarrassment and I knew that it wouldn't take much more to make him lose control; I'd seen it in his eyes before he had looked away, a growing fire of desire that represented months of abstinence. I stood where I was, barely two feet from where he sat; I was waiting for my father to look at me again. A minute passed then his head turned back towards me slightly and I knew he was looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, at about the same time the third drink must have kicked in because a few seconds later his head turned to face me.

"Veronica," dad breathed with his eyes dancing over my body, "don't you think you'd better go and put something on?"

"Not really dad," I grinned as butterflies flitted around my stomach, "I'm comfortable like this, but why don't you join me?"

He sighed while I swallowed to get the nervous lump out of my throat; with a hesitant motion my father raised his hands to the top button of his shirt and began to undo it. It seemed to take ages for him to open and remove his shirt while I stood displaying my charms to him. Then he stood up and my stomach did a flip-flop as he opened his trousers, everything seemed to go into slow motion as my father pushed his trousers down, bent, took them off then straightened and pushed his pants down. As he straightened again I sucked in a breath at the sight of his erect, quivering cock.

"Isn't that better?" I asked huskily.

My voice wasn't husky because I was trying to be seductive or anything, it was like that from nervousness. The moment was fast approaching where either my father would take me, I would lose my nerve and run or he would come to his senses. I had an idea of how to ensure that my father took me, as long as my nerve held that was. Turning my back to him I leant forward and put my hands on the arms of my armchair, looking over my shoulder I grinned at my father while my stomach clenched and churned at the sight of the sudden hunger in his eyes.

"Like I said dad," I breathed as my heart pounded, "I'm here whenever you need me."

That did it, in two strides my father was behind me, his hands pressing on my back as his cock pressed against my pussy. God he must have been desperate because there was no hesitation in his actions, with one hard thrust his cock surged into me making me gasp with both excitement and nervousness, but my nervousness didn't last long. Overexcited as he was, having been without for nearly nine months I had expected him to fuck me like mad then climax in a short time, but his movements, when he started to move that is, were slow and gentle and they drove me to an orgasm within a few minutes. I had never been fucked like this before, all my boyfriends had gone at it hammer and tong and although it had given me pleasure it was nothing like the bliss my father's slow movements was giving me. Crying out I pushed back on his cock as my body shook and my father held still until I had calmed a little. 

The feel of his cock sliding inside me again sent me reeling towards another climax and when he leant over my back, slid his hands around my body and played with my tits I hit my peak in an instant. Once again he paused until my cries had died down and my shaking had eased to trembles then he was moving in me again. One of his hands slid down my body to my clit while the other concentrated on my excited nipples, the gentle pressure of his finger on my clit and the hard teasing of his fingers at my nipples made me explode again, but this time dad kept on moving, driving me to an even higher peak. Gasping and crying out I looked over my shoulder at my father's face, he looked as though he had died and gone to heaven and I felt that I was right there at his side in front of the Pearly Gates as he suddenly began to move faster. With a cry loud enough to fill the whole house I climaxed again, my head dropped forward as I shook and shook and shook. I could feel my knees going and suddenly my father's hands were at my waist holding me up while his cock thrust in and out of me at an ever increasing rate. 

There was absolutely nothing nervous about my movements as I pushed back to meet his every thrust, through a haze of ecstatic bliss I knew that I couldn't take much more of this exquisite torment. My mind was reeling with the force of the almost constant orgasms ripping through me, my arms hung in front of me flopping limply with each jerk of my body; had it not been for my father's hands around my waist I would have collapsed to the floor. Then dad was pushing into me and groaning, with the last of my fading strength I pushed back against him and almost screamed as his cock gave a jerk deep inside me. My father gave a cry and a hot glow spread inside me as my father filled me with his seed sending a blast of sheer bliss through me. His flow seemed to go on and on and on, but at last dad gave a jerk and started to move in me again, by now all I could do was hang in his arms as he fucked me. I couldn't believe that his cock was still hard and I couldn't believe the power of my orgasms, sobbing and mewling weakly I felt my senses fading away with each thrust he made into me. I don't know how long this went on, there were moments when my mind went blank, others when I felt everything with an unbelievable clarity, but on the whole a red mist seemed to hang in front of my eyes and fill my mind until at last my father thrust into me and cried out again.




Kiss Me First!



I didn't feel my father pull out of my pussy, nor was I fully aware of him turning me and lowering me gently into the chair. With the shaking of my body it was a miracle that I didn't slide out of the chair onto the floor, but eventually my mind cleared and the first thing I became aware of was the sound of crying. Turning my head weakly I saw my father kneeling beside the chair with his face buried in his hands while his shoulders moved with the wracking sobs he gave. Sliding off the chair I knelt in front of him, though it took all my strength to do so, put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight to me.

"Dad," I breathed, "dad, it's all right, I'm here."

"Oh Jesus Veronica what have I done to you!" he cried sitting back on his heels.

There was guilt in his eyes and shame, but deep down there was also contentment and excitement, I smiled at him and stroked his tear stained cheek.

"You've done nothing I didn't want you to do." I said firmly.

His eyes went wide at my words, but through his shock what I had said sank in, though he seemed to find it hard to believe that I meant what I said. God did I mean it, I may have been nervous at first, but once my father had started to fuck me I had known that I had made the right decision. I felt so satisfied and so happy, I couldn't believe that my mother could even consider having an affair while she had a dynamo like dad around.

"You wanted...?" dad gasped out after a long silence.

His tears had dried as he stared at my face in sheer disbelief.

"Yes." I said firmly, "Why else would I have stripped off in front of you like that."

"But you're my daughter," he gasped again, "I don't know what I was thinking of..."

"I do," I grinned, "with three almost pure vodkas and me flashing my pussy at you there was only one thing you could have been thinking of, sex. Which was just what I wanted. Dad I had to get you to let go or I knew that you'd never fuck me. Admit it, you needed the relief."

"Oh I needed the relief all right," he sighed, "but..."

"No buts." I said firmly, "Did you enjoy fucking me, be honest?"

"God did I!" he breathed, "More than I did with any other woman!"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I persisted, "Have I got a good body?"

"Jesus Veronica you are beautiful" dad sighed as his eyes looked me down and up, "and God what a body you have, but I shouldn't be feeling this way about you."

"Why not?" I grinned, "I feel that way about you so why shouldn't you feel the same about me? Dad, I had only intended letting you fuck me to comfort and relieve you, now all I want is to have you take me again! Try to understand dad, I want you!"

My father thought about what I was saying for a couple of minutes then smiled wryly at me, he stroked my cheek then let his hand run down onto my boobs.

"I think I do understand Veronica," he said softly, "it may be wrong of me, but I want you too."

"Then what are you waiting for dad?" I asked with a gay laugh as my pussy juices gushed, "Only this time will you kiss me first!"

As my father's lips came down on mine passionately I thought to myself that my mother could keep her fancy man, I'd have my father, then the bliss of his hands and lips on my body drowned my thoughts in wave after wave of sensations.



Kiss Me Good Morning



"Morning baby." 

I rolled over at the sound of his voice and opened my eyes. He stood there looking down at me, his eyes wide and his smile genuine. I felt my toes curl in excitement as he dragged his gaze slowly down my body. The sheets had fallen away sometime during the night and the warm evening breeze had kept me warm enough that I never thought to replace them. I caressed my right calf muscle with the sole of my foot and winked. 

"You look delicious," he whispered, before sliding onto the bed and pressing his lips to mine. 

Our tongues danced and teased one another. I tasted his morning coffee and kissed him more deeply, enjoying the bitter and sweet confection that was one of his vises. When we pulled apart, our desire was evident in the way our breathing had become haggard. I moaned when I felt his hand sweep up my thigh, across my hip and up my ribcage. 

My hands did not remain idle. I used the tips of my fingers to caress the cords of muscle that lay under the smooth skin of his back. I tickled his ribs and was rewarded with a quick bite to one of my shoulders. I laughed loudly. He slid over me, and pressed his hips against mine. 

The evidence of his arousal was easy to feel. I wiggled against it, coaxing the head of his cock so that it lay just on the upper edge of my pussy. "Like that?" I whispered before sliding my hand between our warm flesh. 

"Just a bit," he answered back. A smirk told me how much more than "a bit" he liked. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began to stroke. As I toyed with his ridged tool, his hips moved slowly. We played with each other. Our tempos changing at a mere whim. I teased the head, rolled back the skin and then jerked his shaft with a firm gentle pumping action. 

"Careful baby," he said. "Two can play at this game." 

This time I smirked. I felt his fingers invade my pussy. Instantly I stopped stroking him as he teased the velvet folds of my sex. "Fuck." The word came out long and low. A sigh of pleasure slipped past and for a moment I relished in the feel of his attention on my person. Eventually though he paused in his assault on me and I renewed my efforts of stroking him. 

We moved together, each bringing the other closer to that knowing edge of release. Words of "fuck baby" and "harder" and "fuck yeah, right there" seemed to pour out of us with no real rhyme or reason. We were both close to coming so we stopped tormenting each other and finally I pressed his cock into my slippery pussy. 

A long sigh passed from both our lips. He filled me up. The head of his cock pushed against my cervix and I wiggled hoping to gain even more of his heavenly inches. He chuckled, shifted his hips and delivered exactly what I craved. A gasp revealed my pleasure. I moved my hand from between us, gathered up my breasts and offered them to his wet mouth. 

He wasted no time in sucking on the twin pearls that I kept pressed together. He teased and tormented the tiny buds with his teeth and the flat of his tongue. His cock remained pressed into me, but every so often he would lift his hips, drawing out a few inches and making me whimper for their returning drive back in. 

Slow and agonizing minutes of torturous pleasure began to commence as my hips rolled forward and he drew in and out. He licked my neck, sucked on my freckled shoulders and nipped at the tender flesh under my ear. I locked my legs around his hips and pushed him in further. I begged him to fuck me faster, harder, and deeper and he only laughed at me. 

My jaw tightened as our battle of wills commenced. I wanted him to lose control and to give in to that basic carnal desire known as lust. Yet, I never won this war and today would be no different. He called me names and labeled me his whore and dirty girl. The words only aided the stoked embers that his cock was stroking. 

I clawed his back with my nails and again begged him to fuck me faster, harder, deeper. Again he laughed and frustration rolled through me. I kicked the bed's mattress, cursed and called him names, but nothing changed. He continued to slowly draw his cock in and out of me. My pussy muscles clenched his rod, working desperately to keep him locked and buried to the hilt inside its warm wet home. 

When he finally increased the tempo and the thrust of his piston action I felt I had won. But once more the game was his to control. The fucking was quicker, but nothing like what I craved. Once more I clawed his back, gripped his ass cheeks with my hands and thrust my hips upward, meeting his jousting cock. 

"Baby, you're so fuckin' wet." 

I blushed because I knew he was right. I was soaked. I had juices pooling between us, skating down the crack of my ass and seeping into the sheets. "Fuck me!" I cried. "Please, fuck oh please fuck me baby!" 

His dick devoured my sex. I called out his name as he worked to drive as hard as he could into me. We moved like a well oiled machine. Our mouths devoured the other person's kisses. We licked, sucked and bit down on whatever flesh that was within our reach. I sucked on his shoulder while he plowed deeper and harder. Over and over he drilled me until I could no longer speak or form a coherent word. 

We were nothing but two bodies meshed together in a frenzied fuck. When we came we didn't need to announce it to the world. We didn't need to scream it to the rafters that we were coming. I felt the sudden rush of semen collide with the hot juices of my sex. I pushed upward, wanting more. Another volley of his cum cascaded around my pussy walls, and at the same time my juices shot out, splashing his dick and soaking the bed even further. 

I shook around him. My pussy was locked around his dick. The muscles milking every inch, coaxing every drop. When we were both willing to part from the other, we did so covered in a sheen of sweat. He pulled me to him, kissed my head and wished me a happy anniversary. 



Kiss Me Goodbye



This is a repost and rewrite of a story that I pulled a year ago for publication. Though the story itself is fiction, the two girls are very real from my past... Kirk 

We choose it, win or lose it; Love is never quite the same...

It was mid December 1973 and Lisa was just finishing her chorus class. She transferred into Washington High around Thanksgiving holiday after she and her Mother moved from Ohio. She and her new friend Denise were hurrying back to their lockers as chorus was the last class of the day and they were looking forward to getting out and going home. The holiday season was upon them and the girls were excited about going to the mall that evening. As they headed out of the music wing of the school, they heard the band playing. It sounded much better than it had just a few days before. In fact, it didn't even sound like the same band. They both stopped in their tracks and peeked through the windows in the doors. In the month she had been there she'd met most of the band members but Lisa saw several faces she hadn't seen before. Even though the class was over, the band was still playing away. When the song was over, the girls entered the room as the musicians put away their instruments to hurry to their buses, while the new faces started another song on their own.

"Have you seen any of these people before?" Lisa asked Denise, waving her hand around the room.

"Yeah, I know most of them. They graduated last year. They come back now and then when the director asks them, to tutor the younger players. When they graduated last year, most of our good players went with them. What's left is a band that sucks."

Lisa looked the grads over and thought a few of them were really cute. As she walked around the back of the room, she tripped on a snare drum and fell, spilling her books all over the place. One book hit a blonde haired trombone player in the head. He was in the middle of a nice solo when he almost swallowed his mouthpiece. 

"Yo!" he bellowed, checking his lips and then the back of his head for blood.

Lisa was busy picking up her books when she came face to face with her assault victim. He was still rubbing the back of his head as she smiled a silly little smile at him and said, 

"I'm so sorry. I can be such a klutz. I'm really, really sorry!"

The trombone player shook his head, got up and started to put his horn away. Lisa tried to hold his case for him, but dropped it on the floor. Mr. Trombone just stared at her.

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" she said, as she and Denise made a quick exit from the room. 

"Who the hell was that?" Mr. Trombone asked a clarinet player.

"Somebody new. The other girl was Denise. I think they're both in chorus."

"Hum..." said Trombone man. He finished straightening up and headed to his car.

* * *

It was a very sunny and breezy December afternoon as he approached the door of his '64 Malibu when he saw Denise and the other girl running up to him, shouting and waving their arms. He was suddenly reminded of the pain in the back of his head.

"The buses left! The buses left!" they both hollered over and over, as he put his trombone in the trunk. They finally reached him by the car, skidding to halt. "Hi!" they said in unison.

"The buses left, huh?" he said, opening his door.

"Yes," they both said, with their hair fluttering in the wind.

"Do you need a ride?" he asked.

"Yes!" both replied, as a gust blew their hair all over their faces.

"Hum..." He unlocked all the doors for them and they jumped in the back. Starting the car, he turned to look at them over his shoulder and said, "You know if you weren't checking out strangers, you wouldn't be in this spot."

"You're not a stranger," said Lisa. "You're the guy I hit on the back of the head with a book."

"Hum...Where am I taking you?" he asked. 

They told him.

"Okay. I'm Jack, by the way."

"I'm Denise!" she said, bouncing up and down in the seat.

"I'm Lisa," his assailant said quite calmly.

"My friend says that you're new here. Is that true?" asked Jack.

"Yeah, my Mom's a nurse. The hospital in Ohio she worked at closed down and the remaining hospitals in the area weren't hiring. My Dad died last year and she needed a job, so she looked out of town for a position. My sister moved out here years ago and told my mom about some openings out this way. She got a job and we moved here. At least I get to see my sister and her kid more often," Lisa explained.

"Sorry about your Dad," Jack said looking in his rear view mirror, not knowing what else to say.

Lisa shook her head, "Don't worry about it. He didn't suffer. Forget I said anything."

He decided to change the subject. "So, what does your sister do out here?"

"She teaches kindergarten. Her husband teaches high school math. They just became grandparents too."

'What?' Jack thought to himself and looked at her in the rear view mirror.

"Yep, I'm a great aunt, can you believe that?"

The back of his head was hurting again. "I'm not sure I'm following this."

"My sister is forty four years old. Her daughter, my niece, just had a baby girl. That makes my mom a great grandmother and me a great aunt. Neat, huh?" smiled Lisa.

Jack shook his head slightly, not sure he understood all this.

Lisa leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I'm a 'Whoops' kid."

Jack knew what that meant. He had a friend that graduated with him last year who was the youngest of his siblings. When he talked to him last week, he told him his fifty-year-old mother was having another baby. The word 'Whoops' came up a few times in the conversation. 

Jack nodded and directed his attention the other way. "What's your story?" he asked, looking at Denise in the rear view mirror.

"I don't know," Denise answered, while giggling and bouncing up and down.

'Oh, brother' Jack thought to himself.

He reached their houses and let them out. 

"Nice meeting you", both the girls said, as they waved and he drove away.

"He was really nice!" chirped Denise.

"Yeah, he was kind of cute too. Look, I got his name and phone number!" said Lisa.

"How did you do that?"

"It was on his trombone case," she answered, all proud of herself.

"Call me," said Denise, as she headed across the street to her house. Lisa put the note in her pocket. She liked Jack, but there seemed to be some kind of dark cloud hanging over him. She might have need of it sometime.

* * *

That sometime was about 6:30 that evening. Jack was finishing the dinner his Mom made for him and his Father. His Mom was a part time secretary for a real estate agency and his Dad worked for the steel mill. Both were hard workers and after 30 years of marriage, still enjoyed each other's company and loved doing things together. The phone rang and Jack's Mom answered it.

"It's for you," she said, reaching it out to Jack. "It's a girl," she said, giggling to his Dad.

"Hello," said Jack.

"Hi! Jack, this is Lisa."

The back of Jack's head started to hurt again. "Yes?" 

"I want to know if you'll do me a favor," she asked.

"Well, what is it?"

"Tell me if you'll do it first," she said.

Jack put his hand over the receiver. "Hey, some girl I met today wants to know if I'll do her a favor without telling me what it is."

His Dad made a slam-dunk motion with his hand indicating he should hang up. His Mom gave him thumbs up indicating he should do it.

"Okay, I'll bite. What do you want me to do?" he asked as his Dad groaned across the room.

"I need you to take me to the mall so I can buy gifts before the holiday hits. It's seven days away and I'm empty handed," she replied. "Please, Jack. I'll give you gas money."

"Okay, be ready by 7:00. We're going to have to park on the far side of the mall this close to the holiday, so wear something warm for the walk."

"Thanks, Jack. I knew you were a great guy," she said, as she hung up.

"So, what was that about?" asked Mom.

"She wants me to take her to the mall."

"I would have hung up," said Dad.

"Yes, dear, we know what you would have done," said Mom, as she gave him a peck on the forehead. 

Jack's Mom was glad to see him going out. Since he had broken up with Holly earlier that year, all he did was work or go to college. She knew that they had become serious, but she hadn't really found out what ended the relationship. It had been ongoing for almost 3 years when suddenly, without any warning of trouble, he came home in a major huff and never spoke her name again. Jack's Father wanted the best for his boy. He too could tell that Holly had seriously hurt his son. He felt it was a shame, because they seemed so good for each other. He liked Holly too. If it wasn't meant to be then that's it. Life moves on. Right now he had serious doubts that Jack should get in another relationship. He definitely did not approve of girls calling guys houses looking for a date. Still, his son needed something to get himself back in the flow and maybe this would help.

* * *

Lisa was seated at her make-up table in her room. On it sat an arsenal of cosmetic paraphernalia and supplies. She always wanted to look her best when she went out. Tonight would be no exception. She was through tweezing her eyebrows and was now applying several layers of foundation. 

She couldn't believe that her Mother was forced to work a double shift this close to Christmas. This was the only time before the Day itself that she was on the day shift. Denise's Mother wasn't home and none of her friends drove. Lisa was proud of herself that she thought of writing down Jack's number right away. Normally, she wouldn't have asked him, but she was out of options, besides, he seemed okay and he was cute.

She finished applying mascara on her baby blues and chose a flaming red lipstick. Lisa had pale skin and pouty lips and the red set off her entire face. When she was done, she pulled out her brush and tried to tame her long, light brown, wavy hair. She gave up and tied it high on her head with a ribbon as red as her lipstick. She made one final check on her appearance and headed to the living room. It was 6:55. She picked up the phone to call Denise to see if she was ready. As the phone started to ring, there was a knock on the door. Lisa answered it with the phone still on her ear. Denise was standing there making goofy faces. Lisa hung up, put on her maxi coat and went outside.

"I can't believe Jack is taking us!" cheered Denise, hopping up and down.

"How much coffee did you drink today?" asked Lisa.

"None," replied Denise.

"Could have fooled me," muttered Lisa.

* * *

This was actually one of the last things Jack wanted to do tonight. He wasn't comfortable with the girls in his car earlier and he was now even less comfortable about picking up this Lisa again. He knew he wasn't ready for any contact with girls while the hurt was still there. He had no intention of being hurt like that again.

He was on the girl's street, slowly making his way down while on the lookout for the house that he had seen earlier. He caught sight of two girls standing at the bottom of a driveway. Well, one of them was standing and the other was jumping up and down. The back of his head started to hurt as he pulled up to them. Denise opened the front passenger's door and jumped in. Lisa got in the back.

"Hi!" said Denise as she jumped up and down in her seat.

Jack turned to look at Lisa in the back. She waved to him.

"Sorry. I forgot to tell you that Denise needed a ride too."

Without saying a word, Jack threw it in gear and pulled away. As he drove, every time he needed to use the rearview mirror, he noticed that Lisa was looking at him. He became a bit self-conscious. He was glad when they finally reached the mall and found a parking spot. The spot itself was a long way from the actual mall, but at least they were in the lot. The temperature had dropped dramatically that evening and the wind was no longer just a nuisance as it was now impossible to ignore. They hurried as quickly as they could to get to the entrance. 

Inside the mall, they found themselves among thousands of holiday shoppers. 

Trying to decide where to go was fruitless. You had to go with the flow of humanity as it hurried up and down the hallway. If you were lucky, you could duck into a store that you wanted to shop, if not, you had to wait until the next trip around. They managed to enter a women's clothing shop. The girls milled around a bit. Jack found himself looking at sweaters for his Mother and found one he thought she would like. They'd been in the mall for a while now and Jack found himself getting warm. He took off his heavy coat and decided to look for the girls. He found Denise and noticed several pieces of clothing in a basket. Some looked expensive. He hoped she wasn't thinking of stealing them. He looked for Lisa. 

As he turned the corner around two rows of dresses, he bumped right into her. Lisa had also taken her coat off and had it draped over an arm. In the collision, it fell to the floor. She just looked at him. 

Jack's mouth opened slightly and he gasped as he got his first real look at her.

Her face was pale except where the wind had turned her cheeks red. Her eyes were the bluest he'd ever seen and her mouth was small with bright red painted puffy lips. The top of her head came up to his eyebrows and he could smell the scent of her shampoo. 

Strawberries.

Lisa wasn't heavy, but was no lightweight either. Her upper arms were a bit chunky and overall she looked like she still had her baby fat. On her it looked good. 

She was wearing very high heeled boots covered by bell bottomed jeans that appeared that she had poured herself into. She also wore a horizontally striped knit shirt that stretched around the largest gravity defying pair of breasts he had ever seen. 

He immediately blushed. Having blonde hair and fair skin, he knew he probably looked like Rudolph's nose. 

"Whoops, sorry," she said, noticing the red in his face. As she reached down to pick up her coat, Jack turned away to keep from embarrassing himself any further, willing the blush from his face.

Lisa thought it was kind of funny that he reacted like that. She knew she looked good, yet he acted like he wanted to get away from her. She wanted him to look more. "Jack! Could you hold my coat for me?" she asked, nicely.

Jack stopped in his tracks. He turned and held his hand out. She draped her coat slowly over his arm, allowing him a long close-up look at her. His faced turned even a brighter shade of red. 

'I guess that got his attention' she thought and then noticed he was sweating. She reached up with a perfectly manicured hand and pushed the hair off his forehead that was beginning to stick from the sweat.

Jack was ready to have a fit. No girl had touched him since Holly half a year ago. He found himself backing away from her. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, batting those baby blues at him. 

"Of course not," Jack said, as he turned to continue to shop. 

'This guy won't even let me come on to him. I think I've found a challenge,' she thought.

The rest of the shopping trip consisted of a few more stops. Jack was relieved to find that Denise had a wad of cash that her Mother had given her. They finished their shopping by 10:30 and were on their way back to the car. About three quarters of the way Lisa faked coming up lame and asked Jack to help her to the car. He put his arm around her waist and held her tightly for support. When they reached the car, she hopped on one foot as Jack opened the doors for them. Denise got in the back this time, and Lisa sat next to him in the front. On the ride home, Lisa thanked him several times for the ride, and wanted to know if he still wanted money for gas. He refused to accept it. 

When they arrived on the girl's street, Lisa noticed that her Mother wasn't home yet. "Could you help me to the door, Jack?" she asked.

He said nothing. He got out of the car and went around to her door. He opened it and helped her out. Denise was already on her way to her house. She was waving and thanking Jack as she went. He put his arm around Lisa's waist and helped her to the door. When he got her there, she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Call Me." She unlocked the door and went in. She blew a kiss to him and closed the door. He walked back to the car. After starting it, he turned the dome light on and looked at the note. 

'Thank you, my Knight in Shining Armor! 555-9869. Call me anytime! Lisa.' He stuck the note in his pocket and drove home.

* * *

Lisa was lying in bed replaying the events of the day in her head. 

She couldn't believe her incredible luck at meeting this great guy. He was good looking and a gentleman too. He was nothing like her last boyfriend out in Ohio. Lee was a first class jerk. All he ever wanted to do was grope her, even in public. He spent the rest of the time insulting her in front of her friends. She was glad that she made new friends here. But most especially she was thrilled that she'd met Jack. She started working on a plan to capture this guy's attention.

In her mind, he was a real keeper.

* * *

It just so happened, that Jack was lying in bed reflecting on his day as well.

He was still trying to get over the gorgeous face and incredible body on this 17-year-old-girl. He knew she hadn't hurt her foot, but he went along with it. She was definitely coming on to him; he just wasn't ready for that kind of thing. His thoughts turned to Holly. He hadn't thought of her in the last few days or so, but this evening's events brought her memory clearly back in focus.

He had loved Holly. There was never any doubt in his mind from the moment he met her in ninth grade. She was a petite brunette with a wonderful smile and big brown eyes. They hit it off right away. They went to the school dances together and she played the flute in the band. In tenth grade, he had given Holly an opal ring. It set him back half a year's allowance. They were known as 'Jack and Holly". Not Jack or Holly. 'Jack and Holly.' He could remember vividly the first time he held her hand. She had just cracked a particularly bad joke and several friends were booing her. She started waving her hand in the air to dismiss them and he just reached out and grabbed it. She squeezed his hand in return and refused to let it go. They stayed that way for over an hour before they had to take separate buses home. 

He could remember the first time he kissed her. Not a simple peck on the cheek, but a real kiss. It was the first for both of them. They were alone in the back yard of her parent's house, seated at a picnic table. He had come over after school and they stayed out back so if someone came home, they wouldn't get in trouble for being inside alone. It was his turn to tell a bad joke. Holly moaned and rolled her eyes. Then she closed her eyes and leaned across the table and placed her lips against his. The kiss was wet and warm. That moment made him realize that she had stolen his heart and it was a wonderful feeling. He was 16 and in love with the most fantastic girl he had ever met! By their senior year, he and Holly had become very serious. She even talked about getting married after graduation and before college. He knew that it was an unrealistic thing to discuss, but they were deeply on love. At a point close to graduation, they were alone in his house and she asked him to make love to her. He declined, knowing what happened to some friends of theirs that had done just that. Most of them were never the same and broke up. She assured him that everything would be fine. Jack just wasn't ready. 

That was the beginning of the end.

He knew this Lisa was going to make her presence known sometime in the future. Either that or he fully misread her tonight. He couldn't let her get under his skin. 




Kiss Me Goodbye



He didn't want to be hurt again.

* * *

Christmas Eve night, the phone rang. Jack's Mom answered it. 

"Jack, it's for you!" she said.

He knew exactly who it was. The back of his head was hurting again. "Hello?"

"Hi, Jack. It's Lisa. Do you want to come over to my house for a while and visit with some of my friends? I have to find a way to repay you for the other night."

"There's no need to repay me. Besides, we haven't eaten dinner yet," he said, looking at his Mother. 

Jack's Mom was giving him the 'go, go, go' wave with her hand.

"I think I'll stay home with my folks tonight," he said.

Jack's Mom looked like she was going to have a fit.

"Yeah, she usually goes all out for Christmas Eve dinner," he lied, as his Mother started to slam pots and pans around the kitchen in pure disgust at her son.

"On second thought, maybe I will stop by." His Mother stopped the commotion. "When should I come over?"

"Now!" she said. "Everybody is already here and I'm getting ready to make sandwiches for everyone. I'll make whatever kind you want."

"Okay, I'm on my way," said Jack and hung up the phone.

"That's better," said his Mom as she kissed him on the head. "Have fun!"

* * *

Jack knocked at Lisa's door and Denise answered. She started to hop up and down.

"Lisa! Guess who's here!" shouted Denise over her shoulder.

Lisa walked up to the door and opened it for Jack. "Why didn't you let him in, you dope?"

"I don't know," answered Denise, as she hopped her way out to the living room.

"Hum..." moaned Lisa, as she watched Denise go.

Jack took a good look at Lisa and hoped that this time he wouldn't blush. She was perfectly made up again, only this time she was wearing pink lipstick. Her wavy hair was flowing down past her shoulders and she wore pink nail polish to match her lips. He also noticed that her head didn't come up to his chin. Looking down he noticed she was wearing slippers instead of heeled boots or shoes. He looked at her baby blue eyes and desperately tried not to look down any further at the incredibly tight red and green holiday sweater she was wearing.

"Come on out and meet my friends," she said, as she held his hand and pulled him out to the living room. There were six new faces. All of them were girls and all eyes were on him. Again he felt self-conscious. Lisa began introducing him around the room. All the girls looked much younger than Lisa and Denise with the exception of Annette. She looked older than Jack.

Annette was a very good-looking girl. She had a killer body and extremely long strawberry blonde hair. Her face was as cute as they get. She stood, put her arms around Jack's neck, and kissed him on the lips. "Merry Christmas!" she said as she broke the kiss, but still held him around the neck.

"Down Annette," Lisa said, as she pulled Jack away. 

She led Jack into the kitchen. She could see he was blushing again. "Annette is a bit friendly. Don't pay her any mind. In case you liked what you saw, keep in mind she's only 12."

"What? You've got to be kidding me," replied a startled Jack.

"Yep, she fooled me too," she replied.

"Where did these kids come from?"

"You know I'm new in town. These are my neighbor's kids. Denise introduced me to them. Don't worry; we won't do anything to you. You're safe," she said, as she chuckled to herself. "What kind of sandwich do you want?" she asked, showing him the platter that she had made up.

"Ham and Swiss with mustard sounds good," he answered after checking out the possibilities. "Where's your Mother? Does she know you have all these people here?" he asked.

"She's still at work. She'll be home in about 15 minutes actually and yes she knows about this. She was the one that suggested it."

"Does she know I'm here? She may not take too kindly of a guy in the house with her daughter and all these girls."

"Calm yourself. I asked her yesterday if I could have you over and she was thrilled. She wants to meet my 'Knight in Shining Armor'."

'Here we go,' he thought. She handed him the plate with his sandwich on it and added some coleslaw. They went back out to the living room. Annette stood back up.

"Down girl, he knows all about you," said Lisa. Annette flopped back down on the couch and frowned. Jack had a seat in an unoccupied chair.

As he ate, he looked at the nicely decorated tree. On the far wall, he noticed a piece of furniture that looked like a bar. Lisa was pulling on it. It rolled away from the wall and he could see that it was an organ. She fired it up.

She started playing Jingle Bells. Some of the girls sang along with the music. She switched to playing some more challenging pieces that had nothing to do with Christmas. She was pretty good. Jack had an ear for musical talent and knew she was well on her way, if she kept up with it. She started to sing. 

That broke the spell.

'Nobody's perfect,' he thought. He heard a voice from the front door.

"Everybody put your clothes back on! I'm home!" said the voice.

"Hi Mom! Come on out and meet Jack!"

Lisa's Mother entered the living room and Jack stood to meet her. They shook hands and she said, "So, you're Jack. All I've heard the last couple of days has been 'Jack this or Jack that'. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too," replied Jack, clearly nervous. Her Mother was clearly a senior citizen. Even though she had wrinkles and a few liver spots, he could tell where Lisa had gotten her figure and her baby blues.

"Well girls, I hope you haven't taken advantage of Jack, have you?" Lisa's Mom asked.

"Lisa won't let anyone else near him," complained Annette.

"I see," she replied, and gave Jack a wink. His nervousness was waning. Her Mom was okay. Lisa went to the kitchen to make her a plate of food.

"Elyse told me how you two met. I think it's priceless," she said, as she smiled. "She's told me about you driving them home and then single handedly saving Christmas."

'Hum... She called her Elyse, not Lisa,' thought Jack as he began to blush again with the compliments.

"Here Mom," said Lisa as she handed her a plate and fork. She returned to the kitchen and brought out a chair for her Mother to sit in. Jack was too much of a gentleman to let the owner of the house sit in a kitchen chair so he offered her his seat and sat on the kitchen chair himself. She thanked him and gave Lisa a wink. Lisa returned an 'I told you so' look.

Lisa went back to pounding out requests from her guests. She wasn't using any music. She just belted them out on the organ as if she knew them all by heart. Now and then she would hit a clunker and her Mother would give Jack an elbow and giggle. Lisa would counter by sticking her tongue out at them both.

All in all, it was a great evening. Around 11:00 the girls started to clean up and get ready to leave. Jack took the hint and did as well. All the girls left, with Denise bouncing out the door last. He was at the doorway when Lisa's Mom said goodbye and disappeared down a hallway. He turned to the door and Lisa was blocking it.

"Thank you for coming. It meant a lot to me," she said very seriously. She looked up to him with her big blues and kissed him. She backed away and was about to say something else, but thought better of it. Instead, she stared into his eyes and tried to will him to like her. 

Jack could tell that her eyes were saying something, but it was a message he didn't want to receive.

"Thank you for a great night. Merry Christmas, Lisa," he said, as he opened the door and left. Lisa stood at the doorway watching him until he drove away. She closed the door and found her Mother standing in the hallway facing her.

"Either he is the best actor in the world, or he is the nicest young man I've ever met. You won't find many like him around anymore. Don't let go of him, Elyse, he's a keeper," said her Mom with a nod, and went back to her room.

Lisa had no intentions of letting him get away.

* * *

Jack was lying in bed in the dark. He did NOT want to think about Lisa, correction, 'Elyse'. 

'Her name's Elyse,' he repeated to himself.

That name seemed to fit her more than the nickname she used with everyone other than her Mother. 

Elyse.

What an uncommon and beautiful name. He conjured her face in his mind. Her lovely blue eyes and angelic smile caused a smile to creep onto his lips. 

Wait a minute; he was not going down that road again! Just the thought of liking a girl made it hurt all over again. Soon college would start again. Between that and work, he'd have little time for her, or anything else. Her face, with the eyes that were trying to tell him something, forced itself back into his thoughts. He took a deep breath and steered his mind in a different direction. 

As usual, they landed on Holly, and the memory of their last encounter was brought back in all its viciousness. 

He got out of bed, went to the living room and plugged the Christmas tree back in. He sat watching the lights twinkle. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while. 

* * *

Elyse was lying in bed with a huge grin on her face. She never felt like this about a guy before. Her Mother never liked any of the guys she dated, but she was thrilled with Jack. Elyse knew he was going to be the best thing that ever happened to her. She could tell that he was resisting her advances and she wasn't sure why. He could be just shy, but she really didn't believe that. No. Something was bothering him and she was going to get to the bottom of it. She was going to help him remove whatever the problem was or help him deal with it. It was the least she could do for her 'Knight in Shining Armor'.

* * *

The day after Christmas, Elyse and Denise spent a few hours making phone calls to people in the chorus, asking about Jack. It didn't take long for Elyse to figure out what was wrong. She actually pitied him without even knowing what the break up was about. All she knew was that Holly had done something and it broke Jack's heart. No one could say what. Whatever happened, it wasn't public knowledge. This dark cloud seemed to hang over him at all times.

She knew it was going to be a major uphill climb, but she either had to make Jack forget Holly or make him believe that she would never do the same to him. She was sure that bringing up her name wasn't a good idea. If he brought it up, she might then try to discuss it without further damage. Her birthday was New Year's Eve and she was determined to have him come over that night and help her celebrate. She didn't want to wait that long to see him. 

* * *

Jack was at work stocking the aisles in a local market. His thoughts were about how tired he was considering the few hours of sleep he had over the last few nights.

"Jack, you have a call on line 3. Jack you have a call on line 3," said the PA system.

'Mom must want some bread and milk when I come home,' he thought.

He went to the nearest phone and pushed the button for line 3.

"Hello."

"Hi, Jack! It's Lisa. How about coming over to my house for dinner tonight?"

"Why are you calling me at work?" he said with a low tone.

"I called your house and your Mom said you were working only till 6 tonight. She said it would be a lovely idea for you to come over."

'Thanks Mom,' he said to himself. "I don't know Lisa. I don't think I can take another evening of Denise."

"Well, she's not invited and if she does hop over, I'll hit her over the head a few times to slow her down."

The picture conjured up in his mind was pretty funny. A docile Denise was as rare as a documented Yeti sighting.

"I'm sure your Mother doesn't want me hanging around over there. I was just there the other day," he said, still trying to get out of it.

"Quite on the contrary, my dear. She is all for it and will be here as well."

Jack felt the trap close. He couldn't think of any other excuses and said, "Okay. I'll be over around 6:30."

"Great, see you then!" she said, and hung up.

'Both mothers are in on this now,' he thought. He sighed and went back to work.

* * *

He was knocking on Elyse's door at exactly 6:30. Her Mother answered it.

"Why, hello Jack," she said as she held the door open for him. "Elyse will be out in a second. She's freshening up a bit. Come on in and have a seat."

Jack walked into the living room and took off his coat. She took it and hung it in the closet for him. 

"Here I am!" said Elyse as she entered the room before he had a chance to sit down.

"I'm going to check on dinner. Oh, by the way, Jack. Since you are an adult, you can call me by my name. It's Shelly," she said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Elyse had walked up to him during her Mother's proclamation. When Shelly left the room, she put her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "How are you tonight, Jack?" she asked softly. 

He cleared his throat and pulled her arms away from him, while looking toward the kitchen. "I'm fine, Lisa. Ah, what's for dinner?" he asked, trying to break the spell that her eyes were trying so hard to cast on him. 

"I don't know. My Mom's making it for us. Do you want to watch TV until it's ready?" she asked, still willing him to accept her. She turned it on and sat on the couch. He sat next to her. She leaned over and rested her head on his chest while they watched F-Troop and Gilligan's Island. Somewhere along the line, she had started to caress his chest with her hand. He slowly became aware of it and almost knocked her on the floor as he jumped to his feet.

"Are you okay?" Elyse asked.

"I just have to go to the bathroom," he said, as he hurried down the hall. Inside the bathroom, Jack was breathing as if he was out of breath. He held his hand up in front of himself and saw that it was shaking. 

She was getting to him. He didn't want it, but it was happening. He couldn't hide in here all night. So he decided to do the next best thing. When he returned to the living room, Elyse scooted over on the sofa to make room for him, but he sat in a chair instead. 

'Problem's solved!' he believed. 

Elyse simply got off the sofa, walked over to him and sat in his lap. She put her arm around his shoulders and started to play with his hair. 

'Problem's NOT solved! Problem's WORSE!' he thought worriedly. 

"I just love your hair," she said, running her perfectly manicured fingers though it.

Shelly came in the room. "Okay you two, dinner's ready."

'Thank God,' thought Jack.

'Crap!' thought Elyse.

They went into the dining room and Shelly had a feast on the table. It was a nervous dinner for Jack with both Elyse and Shelly looking at him. Shelly did all the talking and Jack found her to be a lot like his Mother. She was funny and seemed to have an opinion on everything. When dinner was over, Shelly excused herself for the night, leaving Jack and Elyse all alone. Elyse was ecstatic; Jack was having a fit.

"Well, I guess I should be leaving," Jack said, giving it a shot.

"It's only 8:00. Unless you have a curfew, you're not going anywhere yet. You don't eat and run in our house," responded Elyse. 

The TV was still playing when she led him back to the living room. She pushed him down into the sofa and plopped herself on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes.

'Oh crap,' he thought. 'Here we go again.' He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them she was sticking her tongue out at him and making a goofy face.

When he started to laugh with relief, she smothered his mouth with hers. Her breasts were pressed hard into his chest. She refused to come up for air and held her mouth against his. Not knowing what to do with his arms, he finally put them around her. She responded by kissing him with even more passion. He found her to be soft and warm. 

They were startled by a noise behind them. 

"Sorry about that. I forgot my glasses," said Shelly. "Carry on," she said, as she turned and walked away.

Elyse looked back at Jack and giggled. "So, what did you like better, this," she kissed him softly again, "or dinner?"

"Your Mom really made a great dinner," said Jack.

She hopped off his lap and stood before him with her hands on her hips. "Okay, wise guy. My birthday is on New Year's Eve. It's my 18th. I want you to come over to celebrate with me. My Mom is going out that night so it will be just you and me, unless you want to invite Annette."

Jack wasn't sure if he was safe with Shelly in the house. Without her, he wasn't sure just how out of control it might get. His immediate response should have been no. Instead he said, "That would be great."

A voice screamed in his head. 'That would be great? That would be great? What's wrong with you? Run! Run as far as you can! Get out before you get yourself in so deep there is no escape!' 

Elyse sat back down in his lap and started to kiss him again. They did so until well after 11:00.

* * *

Jack was lying in bed staring at the ceiling in the dark. Tonight was a disaster. How could he let himself open the door again? Yes, she was a good-looking girl, but that doesn't mean anything at all. Yes, she really seemed to like him. Yes, Shelly even seemed to think highly of him. Yes, he really liked her. 

Wait a minute. 

No! No he didn't like her! 

Oh no! It's too late! Yes he DID! Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!

* * *

Elyse was lying in bed smiling in the dark. She almost has him! Any doubt in his mind that she was the right girl for him will be eliminated on her birthday. She was going to pull out all the stops. Short of taking him to bed, she was going to show him that not every girl was a Holly. She had no intentions of hurting Jack ever!

* * *

Before he left work on New Year's Eve, Jack called Elyse's house.

"Hello," answered Elyse.

"Elyse, is there anything you want me to bring with to eat tonight?"

Jack got silence.

"Hello?"

"You just called me Elyse. No one calls me that except my family. You just caught me off guard."

"I'm sorry, it just slipped out. I think it's a nice name and I think of you that way. I'll call you Lisa."

"No! I'm thrilled you called me that. Please call me Elyse from now on."

"Okay, Elyse, do I need to bring anything?"

"Fritos and dip," she replied.

"Okay, see you around 8:00," Jack said, and hung up. 

He found himself actually excited about going. He had gone shopping after work the night before for a gift for her, taking advantage of the after Christmas sales. He found a pretty pink blouse with a lot of lace and frills. The question about it was whether it was going to fit. Jack had no clue about girl's sizes. He left the tags on just in case.

* * *

As Jack was arriving at Elyse's house, Shelly was getting ready to go out. 

"Now, I want you two to be careful. I know you're both 18 now so I'm not going to make a speech. Whatever you do, do it smartly. Use your heads," she said, and went out the door.

'She really expects something to happen here tonight,' thought Jack.

When Elyse was finished hanging up his coat he gave her the gift. She gave him the 'You shouldn't have' look and opened the package.

"Oh, this is so beautiful, Jack!" she said holding the blouse up. "I can't wait to try it on!" She looked at the size tag and frowned at bit.

"If it's the wrong size, I left the tags on for you to exchange it," he said.

"No, it should be okay," she said and led him out to the living room. She didn't wait for them to sit down. She planted a wet kiss on Jack right away. It lasted nearly half an hour. Finally she said, "Have a seat, I'll be right back out."

Jack sat on the couch and watched 'Gunsmoke'. When Elyse returned she didn't seem any different, except that she now had a zipper front sweater on where she had a pull over on before. She sat down next to him and snuggled next to him as they watched Marshal Dillon and Kitty. At 9:00, 'Here's Lucy' came on. Elyse was caressing his chest again. This time he didn't jump. Instead he bowed his head and kissed her on the head. She looked up at him and kissed him with open lips. He felt her tongue trace his lips and search his mouth for his own tongue. Her kiss was as sweet as honey. He knew he had lost at this point. He was no longer able to resist her and allowed himself to revel in her sweet presence. She sensed the change in him too. At that moment, she knew she and only she was in his thoughts. Holly was nowhere to be found. She felt his hand reach under her breasts to hold her side. Lee would have been trying to rip her top off and shoving her hand in his crotch at this point. But this 'Knight in Shining Armor' was holding her tenderly as they kissed. The passion was starting to well up in her and she had to break off before she went too far.




Kiss Me Goodbye



Jack was in a daze. He wanted more, but was also glad for the respite. Things needed to calm down. He glanced at the TV. "Oh, look! 'Medical Center'!" he said. Elyse didn't look. She was too busy looking him in the eyes, trying to tell him what she didn't dare say.

Jack tried to remember that he had just met this girl a little over a week ago. Yet he had the feeling that he had always known her. There was still a part of him that was fighting deep down inside him. He would have to deal with it soon or this beautiful creature would be out of his life as well. He shoved that nagging doubt aside for the moment and returned all his attention to Elyse who was stroking the side of his face.

They kissed and held each other well into the New Year. As he was leaving, Elyse stopped him at the door. 

"I didn't get to show you the present you gave me."

She stepped back from him, slowly unzipped her sweater, and held it open for him.

The pretty pink blouse was only buttoned on the bottom three buttons. The top was unable to close over her breasts. It still was able to cover them, even open, but barely. 

She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. 

"I think I'll keep it and wear it only for you," she said as she closed her sweater and kissed him goodnight.

* * *

Jack was lying in bed knowing he hadn't felt this way in a long time. A voice was still screaming at him from the back of his mind, but that voice was getting fainter. He found that he wanted to see her again. No. Not again. Now. A voice in his head said, 'Boy, when you fall, you fall hard!' He smiled and went to sleep. It was the best night of sleep he had had in months.

* * *

Elyse was lying in bed thinking that she really had no intention of opening her sweater in front of Jack. She was just going to keep the blouse because he had given it to her. She didn't know what made her do it. Even Lee, with all his groping and fondling, never got that much of a view. She knew the answer. Oh yes, she knew. She loved Jack. Even the thought of his name sent an electric thrill through her. Tonight he was hers. She had to figure out how to keep it that way. She couldn't let up or the memory of Holly might destroy things. Oh! How Elyse wished that girl had never existed.

* * *

The following evening, Jack asked Elyse out to the movies. They went and had a great time, snuggling and kissing through out. 

They had no idea that they had been noticed.

* * *

The next day at work, Jack was on break and heard "Jack line 4. Jack line 4." He walked over and answered the phone. There was no one there. He shrugged his shoulders and went back on break.

* * *

That night he asked Elyse to go out to dinner with him. She answered the door ready to go. She was very excited and it showed. No guy had ever taken her out to dinner before. He took her to a local Italian restaurant. When they were being seated, she took off her maxi coat to revel a beautiful pink gown that made her look regal. He had already noticed that she had her hair done up in a bun on her head with side combs that sparkled in the light. She could have passed for royalty. He shook his head. He couldn't believe this wonderful creation wanted to be with him.

They ordered and ate, behaving themselves the entire time.

When they returned to her house, she asked him to come in a moment. He waited for her to return as he stood by the door. She came back holding a small pin that had a heart with an arrow through it. She pinned it on him. It was only at that moment that he realized that she was wearing one as well. "There," she said, patting him where she had pinned it on. "That makes it official. We belong to each other now."

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He kissed her and said goodnight.

When he got home, the phone was ringing. He answered it.

"Hello,"

There was nothing other than the sounds of clicks and the eventual dial tone.

* * *

Jack was lying in bed replaying the wonderful dinner and evening he had with Elyse. He couldn't imagine Elyse looking any more beautiful. The pin was a complete surprise and he agreed with the symbolism. He knew he had to start college again in a few days and that was going to cut down his free time dramatically. Any time away from Elyse was torture. He found himself not looking forward to it.

* * *

Elyse was lying in bed glowing with the image of Jack on her mind. Tonight was the most special night of her life! Jack was so polite and handsome it made a shudder go through her just thinking of him. She was so thrilled that he accepted the pin. Now she truly felt that they were a couple. She looked forward to each moment with him.

* * *

Jack went back to college that following Monday. The courses were going to be difficult this semester. He was worried that between work and studying that he would never see Elyse.

When he got home, he had a few minutes before he had to go to work. As he changed, the phone rang. He went to answer it.

"Hello,"

"Jack..." and there was a click.

He looked at the clock. It couldn't have been his Mother. She would have been on her way home at that time. He called Elyse. She wasn't home. He didn't have any more time for detective work, so he let it alone and went to work.

"Jack, you have a call on line 2. Jack, line 2," said the PA system.

He went to the nearest phone and answered. "Hello?"

"Jack..." and click.

Somebody was having fun with him and it wasn't funny any more.

* * *

It'd been a long week and he finally had a chance to see Elyse. He hadn't seen her for days and was so excited that he was shaking. He arrived at her door and she was waiting for him. She almost knocked him over as she jumped up on him. He had come to a realization the night before. He knew it to be true and he was sure he was going to say it sometime that evening. He just hoped that it wouldn't come out at the wrong time. They walked into the living room and Shelly was just finishing watching the news.

"Hi Jack."

"Hi Shelly. How are you?"

"Much better now that you're here. I don't need to keep hearing Elyse go on and on about you. Well, I'll leave you two alone," she said, giving him a wink.

Elyse jumped on him, knocking him down on the sofa. She tried to kiss his face away. Finally she found his mouth and they didn't move for over an hour. When she lifted her head he said it. 

"I love you Elyse. I think I have since you hit me with your book. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize it."

She felt tears starting to run down her cheeks. "My Knight in Shining Armor. I love you, too." She looked in his eyes and still felt the dark cloud over him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was still there, even though he loved her.

* * *

Several hours went by with no sound coming from the living room. Shelly started to be alarmed by the silence. She prayed they were still there and not on their way to Maryland to get married. She peeked. They were there. They were on the sofa looking at each other, kissing and petting each other. She could feel the love coming from them. She couldn't be happier for her daughter. She knew the feeling. She had shared it with her husband for many years before his heart attack. She snuck back to her room and slept a satisfied sleep. The following morning she found them both sleeping on the couch, fully clothed, with their faces an inch apart from each other.

'She couldn't have picked better,' she thought to herself. She moved as quietly as she could and left for work.

* * *

The semester dragged on. Shelly never said a word about the night when Jack fell asleep with her daughter on the couch. He tried to see Elyse as much as he could, but sometimes it was only every other week. He longed to feel her lips and she waited for his touch.

Spring break was coming up in two days. In a bold move, he requested time off from work and made a reservation at a hotel in the city. He wanted to surprise Elyse with this trip and hoped that she wouldn't think badly of him. He knew if she accepted they would probably not come back in the same virginal state as they had left. He felt that he was finally ready and he hoped the same was true for her. He broke the news over dinner at her house the next day.

Elyse sat in silence. He realized he had over stepped his bounds and fumbled with the words to retract his statement. She held a finger up to quiet him.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked, as she folded her hands in front of her.

"Ah, I guess," he said.

She got up from the table and walked around to him. He was waiting for the slap across the face and the words 'Get out!' Instead, she held his face in her hands and kissed him. "I'm ready, my 'Knight in Shining Armor'." 

* * *

Jack was elated as he drove home. He finally was ready to be with a girl, or, now that he thought about it, a woman. As he walked into his house, the phone was ringing. He answered it.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I have to talk to you."

Time came to a halt.

* * *

It was nine months ago. He and Holly were arguing again about her wanting to consummate their relationship. 

"I've told you, I'm not ready for that!" he said, holding his hands out in front of him as if to seek her understanding. "Why can't you except that?" he pleaded.

Holly was pacing back and forth, "I love you and you love me. What more do we need?"

"Things are not going to be the same afterward. I know it. We'll drift apart. I don't want that to happen," pleaded Jack.

"I don't think you really love me. I've thought that as soon as you refused to make love to me," she stopped and stood with her hands on her hips.

"That's not true, Holly, and you know it!" he snapped back.

* * *

"We need to talk," said Holly.

Jack was shaking. "There is nothing to talk about."

"Yes there is, Jack. I still love you and I know you love me."

"There is nothing to discuss," he said through clenched teeth.

"There is much to discuss. Meet me at the diner in ten minutes. I know you won't let me down." She hung up.

He hung up the phone and a wave of anger and hurt welled up in him. 

There was no way he going to see her.

* * *

He walked into the diner ten minutes later. Holly was sitting in a booth in the back. As he walked up to her, his heart started to hammer in his chest. He sat down across from her and she smiled. She reached for his hand, but he snapped it back like it would bite him.

She ignored the rebuff. "I'm sorry I hurt you Jack. I've tried to allow you time to work off your anger on your own, hoping that you would come to your senses and come back to me. Now I see you have a new girl and I can't stay away anymore. You can't love her. You love me."

Jack closed his eyes and the remainder of that fateful last encounter came back to him in its vivid and hurtful form.

* * *

"That's not true, Holly, and you know it!" he snapped back.

"At first I thought that you might just be scared. I know some people are the first time. When I saw that wasn't the problem, I believed that you had my best interests in mind. Then I realized that it was you that was the problem. You don't love me!"

"I do love you Holly! More than you could ever know!" he replied, hoping she saw it in his eyes.

"Oh really? Maybe I'm sick and tired of waiting for you to show it. Maybe I've been sick and tired of it for a while," she sneered back at him.

"What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?" he asked, truly lost in her meaning.

"I don't want to break up with you, but I want to know if you really love me. If you truly do, you won't like what I have to tell you. In fact, you should get extremely jealous. Then I'll know if you love me."

"What?" Jack asked, suddenly having a bad feeling.

"Last night I was feeling pretty blue about you always putting me off about sex. So, while you were at work, I went down to Burger King to get a shake. While I was in line, some good-looking guy named Jerry walked up and started a conversation. I've never seen him before and I didn't ask him where he was from. Well, when I finished my shake, I got up to leave. Jerry asked me if I wanted him to walk me home. I didn't mind. You know that short cut I always use through the woods, right? That takes about fifteen minutes off the trip. So, as we were walking through the woods, Jerry propositions me right there," she said, and then paused her story.

"So that's it? You drank a shake with a guy at Burger King and then he's polite enough to walk you home. Then he gets bold during the walk and asks you to do it with him. I'm not jealous of that. You're a good-looking girl. I give the guy some credit for being brave enough to ask something like that so fast," said Jack.

"No, no, no," she said, wagging her finger at him. "I'm not done."

"Did he grab you? Did he try to force you?" asked Jack, visibly getting upset.

"Oh, I seem to have hit a nerve. Good. It's nice to know you really do care," she said, smiling at him.

"Holly, just tell me. If this guy hurt you in any way, I'll hunt him down until I find him," said Jack, shaking with rage.

"Let me finish the story," she said, while patting Jack on the cheek. "Like I said, he drops the big question right there in the middle of the woods. It was already dark out and like I said, he was a good-looking guy. He wasn't pressuring me or grabbing me. It wasn't like that at all."

Jack didn't like the sound of the last sentence from her. "What happened?" His voice had a flat tone to it.

"Jack, I've been waiting for you for months. I know I said I was feeling a little blue yesterday, but in reality, I was feeling very horny. I couldn't wait for you anymore. Besides, I was convinced that you just didn't love me enough to do it. I just had to know what it was like!"

"You had sex with him?" His voice was still flat.

"Twice," she replied.

Jack was shaking again. "You did this willingly?"

"Sure, I had to know what I was missing. Let me tell you something Jack, you're missing the best part of life! It was great!"

Jacks' mind was beginning to cloud with rage.

"Are you jealous? Do you want to beat the crap out of Jerry? How about me? Show me that you really love me. My parents aren't home. Take me there and make love to me or beat the shit out of me Jack, but show me something!"

Jack was so angry that his vision was fading as he stood before her, trembling. How could a girl that he had loved for the last three years stand there and tell him she had sex with another guy as if it was part of a school project? He felt as if his heart had been torn out of his chest.

"Don't tell me you have nothing to say," she said, throwing her arms up in the air in disbelief.

Shaking with rage, Jack averted his eyes from hers down to his tightly clenched fists. In a quiet and even tone he said, "What I feel for you now..." he hissed through his teeth. All his love for her turned to hurt and...

He turned on her and walked away, never looking back.

* * *

"Come on, Jack. You know that this girl can't mean as much to you as I do. That Jerry guy was a one-time thing. I've been waiting for you to come to your senses and come back to me. We've loved each other for so long, how could you not want to start over again?"

"You have no idea what I feel for you now," Jack uttered.

"Sure I do. Call that girl and tell her that you're back with me now."

Jack rose from the table and started to head toward the door.

"Jack, wait. I know you two are going out of town tomorrow. It won't help things between us. Cancel the trip and plan it in the summer. That way you have some time to think. I know you still love me, otherwise you wouldn't have come."

Jack didn't turn to look at her. Instead he spoke over his shoulder to her. "I came to tell you to leave me and Elyse alone. Goodnight." he said and left the diner.

* * *

Jack was lying in bed knowing he did the right thing. Elyse would never do to him what Holly did. He knew it in his soul.

* * *

The next morning he was at Elyse's house helping to put her bags in the car. He opened the passengers' door to let her in and closed it. As he walked around the other side, he noticed Holly standing across the street a few houses down. He opened his door and told Elyse that he would be just a second and kissed her. He closed the door and walked over to Holly.

"Jack, are you sure you want to do this? I still love you. We can make it work."

"I love Elyse. Nothing could be clearer in my mind," he said as he started to turn. Holly stopped him.

"Jack, wait. Don't go! I love you Jack! That has to mean something to you!" she said, holding on to him.

"Not since that night it hasn't. Now there's only Elyse," replied Jack.

Tears were starting to fill her eyes. The realization had set in that she truly had lost him. Jack hated it when she cried.

"Jack, please, wait! Kiss me, just one more time."

He shook his head and started to turn. She held on tight and turned him back.

"Jack, please. I promise I'll try not to cry. Please."

A moment passed between them and he kissed her.

A hundred memories passed in each of their minds. When they were done, as promised, she didn't cry. She stepped away and pointed across the street.

"You better go. She's waiting for you. I'll always love you Jack. Goodbye," she said softly, reluctantly letting go of him as he backed away.

"I never want to see you again for the rest of my life," he replied over his shoulder, as he walked back to his car.

He opened the door and got in.

"Who were you talking to?" Elyse asked.

"My past," he replied, putting the car in gear.

"What? Elyse asked, and then it hit her. She snapped her head back to see Holly with her hands to her face and shaking with her sobs. Jack backed the car out of the driveway and passed Holly on the way down the street. "Jack was that..."

"Yes."

"She was crying Jack," she said, looking at his face.

"I know, I told her that I love only you."

A small smile formed on Elyse's face. She knew he was all hers, yet there still seemed to be the dark cloud over Jack that she sensed the first time she met him. It troubled her.

Jack felt better that he saw Holly one last time. It allowed the hurt to find closure. He took a few deep breaths. The unspoken darkest feeling of all no longer had a reason to exist. It left him with the last deep breath.

Elyse noticed it right away. "What?" she asked looking at him.

"Nothing, let's have the best time of our lives," he said, feeling born again, and putting his arm around her.

"Pull over," she said.

"Why..."

"Just pull over," she said.

"Don't you want to go?" he asked, as he pulled to the side of the road.

"Yes! I just want to look at 'My Knight in Shining Armour' for the first time without hate in his heart," she said, holding his face in her hands.

* * *

They arrived late to the hotel.



Kiss Me Goodnight Sergeant



CHAPTER 1

Mid afternoon Ed Bacon closed the stationery shop that was also a licensed Post Office, Lotto Agency and newspaper agency. The Town Clock chimed out three peels and the sound of children being released from school rang out in the distance.

The inhabitants of North Crossing, population 2700, and farmers and fruit and vegetable growers from surrounding areas preferred to shop early, so the shop opened at 6:00, five mornings a week and from 8:00 to noon on Saturdays.

Those hours suited Ed and suited everyone but the boisterous Fielder brothers – Jimmy, Neville and Dan – and their father Silas. But no matter what hours the regular operators chose to open would never satisfy those cantankerous clowns who delighted in adding to the misery of lives of folk around them.

Ed looked down at the crossing, that actually ran east-west across the North River, and saw a woman get out of her vehicle, look at the signposts and then look at them again before stamping her foot in the dust beside the paved road. She looked ready to clout someone. She drove up in her 4WD pickup. As she passed him, going slowly and looking grim, he called "Hi" and the vehicle stopped, there was an uncomfortable sound of badly meshing metal and the vehicle reversed until stopping, the driver now opposite him.

"Where's Fitzroy Crossing?"

Stubbing out his one cigarette of the day, Ed said, "Back forty-five miles the way you came."

"Shit!"

"Are you a lady?"

The reply was a withering look, a hiss coming through compressed lips.

He grinned. "You're lost."

She jammed down on her military-style cap and remained seated. "Laugh as much as you like you peasant. Where do I get diesel around here?"

"Everything around here shuts at 3:00, opens again from 6:00 am."

She snarled, "I'm near out of fuel."

"Too bad. You look rattled. Come home with me and I'll make strong coffee and do you a beef sandwich."

"What kind of racket are you pulling?"

Ed attempted to appear hurt. "I'm only being neighbourly, that's all."

"Well I'm not your neighbour."

He scratched at an ear lobe. "Well you are sitting too close to me to be anything else."

She smiled; she actually smiled and then asked, "Where's a motel?"

"We've got none but Fitzroy Crossing has three of them."

She scowled, "Oh thanks for that useful advice" and scratched under her left breast and catching Ed looking there snatched away her hand.

"Where's the hotel?"

"Burnt down. There was a riot inside it last year with the Fielder family upset the Catholics having a church service there on Christmas Day because their church was being renovated. The bars were closed during that ceremony. That night it burnt to the ground. Special police were brought in but they failed to pin the crime on to the Fielder mob or worshippers for that matter."

"You make it sound the Fielder mob are the only people around here with character; the others appear pious."

"I haven't spoken about other people."

"Then what are churchgoers and owners who shut their businesses down by mid-afternoon?"

"Dunno."

"I thought as much."

"Well are you coming or not? You can put your vehicle in the other half of my garage where the Fielder brothers won't see it. You can sleep with me if you like."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"Are you crazy woman? I have class. You sleep on the sofa."

"If I'd turned right instead of left when meeting North River I would be in a motel by now, in a spa pool drinking cold beer."

"Well I have a tin bath I suppose you can use. Don't blame me for your stupidity. Women often don't know their right from their left."

"Listen you jerk, that's men you're talking about."

"And you are being so rude my offer of hospitality is about to be rescinded."

"Rescinded – that's a big word for you. Oooh, I'm sorry. That just slipped out."

The smile that almost looked apologetic twanged a soft cord within Ed so he said, "Well I suppose I could do with some company. Are you male or female?"

The tough-looking woman stared at him, shaking her head. "Christ that's the biggest, most pathetic insult that's ever been heaped on me. Are you suicidal?"

"Nope, just attempting to make conversation with an edge of wit."

The woman stared at him and Ed stared right back thinking fucking women, who do they think they are?

"Do you have cold beer at home?"

"Of course, what do you think I am... an idiot?"

"Well I suppose if I want a beer I should avoid comment on that. Jump in."

The horrible sound of protesting metal sounded again.

"You're only got the clutch pushed half in."

"Says who?"

Ed decided to shut up. What an aggressive bitch. Women are all the same; you can't tell them anything. "Drive around the block to behind this building. I'll open the garage door. I live above the shop which backs on to the garages."

"With the wife I suppose. Is she as insulting as you are with a suicidal bent or is she intelligent?"

"Are you insulting me?"

The bitch smiled, showing good teeth. "You tell me?"

Ed sniffed. "You are wearing perfume. You must be female."

"What's the penalty for murder in this state – we are in South Australia aren't we?"

"I don't murder so have no interest in knowing such detail. For your information I never into a regular turnover of women whom I toss out when the passion dies. I usually prevent them from wrecking the place or stealing anything when they leave."

"Christ, you almost sound like my kind of guy."

"Please don't insult me."

The pickup lurched on the sidewalk and the woman got it under control and back on to the street, narrowing avoiding hitting a street power pole. "Jesus asshole. Look what you made me do. Watch your mouth otherwise I'll fill it with your broken teeth," she said, lapsing into a drawl.

"Ohmigod, you're American."

"Yes, so you've taken in my superior intelligence?"

"No, your unremitting aggression, underlying the belief that if things don't go your way your natural instinct is to take the bastards out."

"Honey, that's not like Americans at all. We are peace-lovers and peace-keepers and we cannot be held responsible for believing the American way is the right way. Be a good man and open the glove box in front of you."

"Jesus."

"What is it darling?"

"A WW11 Colt .45 handgun."

She crooned, "Oh darling, that's the first intelligence thing you've said to me since we met. It's loaded, please fully cock it and hand it to me," she said as she pulled up at the set of double doors as directed by Ed.

"Why?"

"So I can put a bullet through your head for making inflammatory remarks about Americans."

Ed calmly re-wrapped the revolver in its oilcloth, put it away and closed the glove box.

"Well, well. What do I have here? A guy who's no so stupid as I though and has enough guts not to be shaking like a leaf?"

"You are a menace to society."

"Oh darling, you misjudge me. I'm Army trained to be one of the good guys but unfortunately I'm really not of the right temperament to serve the peace-time military. I rose to 1st lieutenant in the Transportation Corps but was busted several times and I emerged into retirement, age forty, on the lowly rank of sergeant although technically even that was removed."

"Very interesting. And now you have arrived to terrorise Australia?"

"No, I'm on post-retirement vacation. Get the fucking doors!"

Ed looked at the glove box thoughtfully and then sighed and left the vehicle and unlocked the doors.

"Christ," he said, as she stepped out of the vehicle. "You're taller than me and that's six-one."

"Daddy milked a cow and I drank straight from the pail as soon as my mom weaned me. Hi mister, I'm retired Sergeant Debra Jones and please don't address me as Debbie until I decide I like you but that's not likely."

"I'm Edward Bacon but please call me Ed until I decide I like you which could be quite soon if sex looms."

"Well the only sex looming will be in your head, Ed."

"Follow me Debbie."

"Listen you jerk..."

"Oh darling, don't you want a cold beer and a warm bath that will take away travel weariness and allow me to decide whether or not you are feminine?"

Debra looked almost pathetic. "Why don't you show some fear of me?"

"Debbie, I'm ex-Special Forces known colloquially as 'The Clean Up Boys'. Part of my training was psychological warfare. Another part of my training means I could take you out any time I like."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

They stared at each other until Ed said, "I'll run you a bath. Actually it's enamelled steel, not tin."

Debra called out, "Bring another beer."

Ed walked in with it and said, "I wondered how long it would be until you were overcome by the irresistible urge to show me your tits."

"Well I'm not a pretty face Ed so these have to be my best feature," she said, tapping one with her replacement beer can.

"Lift up and show me pussy."

"Get fucked," she said, hurling the cake of soap at Ed. His hand flashed up and he caught it, but only just because it was slippery. He tossed it back gently and it splashed down between her upper thighs, drawing a grin.

"This is an unbelievable coincidence, we two being ex-military."

He nodded. "Yes, it must seem like that, particularly off the beaten track out here. The fact is I'm here on a private mission."

"Oooh, tell me more."

"No."

"If I show you pussy will you?"

"Get fucked," Ed grinned. "I'll fetch my beer and a chair."

Ed explained the business and the home belonged to his parents. They'd had trouble with Silas and his wife and his father could handle that but when the Fielder's three sons returned home after losing their mining jobs Ed's father called and told him they had decided to close the business and try to sell the property. Ed who lived in Sydney said he'd take a month off and take over the business and attempt to sort out the Fielders. His parents were keen to holiday in his house he no longer shared with his wife who was divorcing him. "They went off like lambs."

"So everything you told me earlier about having women stay over until passion died was bullshit?"

"No, it was the truth. I've had three of them in two weeks."

"And now you have me but pity you, I'm not passionate."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

They stared at each other until Ed grinned and invited Debra to stay the night.

"I'll sleep in the garage."

He grinned and said, "Don't be a stupid bitch Debbie. We do have a spare room."

"That remark was offensive. Take it back or risk being throttled in your sleep."

"Oh sorry. Don't be a stupid bitch Debbie. You can sleep with me."

Slowly a smile broke over her face. "You certainly do know how to provoke a woman. Why is your wife divorcing you?"

"She found a near neighbour has a longer dick than me."

Debra grinned and said that was grounds for divorce but was then told the real complaint was he was away from home too much.

"I run a security service... personal protection. In times of fuck-ups by my guys I get called out."

"And so you wisely married a woman who didn't understand?"

"She convinced herself and then me she'd cope easily."

"But women often don't understand themselves do they?"

Ed grinned and told Debra to be careful, she was almost sounding intelligent.

The hard-faced guest emerged in a sundress with built-in bra and hem up near her hips and wearing high-heeled sandals.

Her legs were stunning.

"Don't say anything," she gritted.

"What about?" Ed said laconically, pulling his eyes back into their sockets, blinking furiously and turned away to avoid being observed too closely. Like most women she was trying to interest him in fucking her and then would revel in the power of accepting or rejecting his overtures.

"Dinner's on. You have the choice of eating and then going or staying. I have a full drum of diesel in the garage."

He looked up and was surprised. His guest looked quite shocked.

"Well?"

"Dinner with a few drinks would be lovely. I've not have anyone to socialize for a while. I was tossed out of the Army for almost killing a guy who smacked up one of the women under my command. There were almost 150 witnesses watching us brawl. I suffered bruises and scrapes. He's likely to lose a testicle and required hours and hours of surgery to rebuild his ear I almost chewed off."

"You kneed him in the nuts?"

"No, in the wrestle I got his trousers down and then bit him."

Ed bit his bottom lip. Debra appeared to think that was disapproval but then he said, "Debbie, I'd like you to stay on for a few days and help me plan strategies. My problem is I can't get the Fielder brothers alone. They move around like conjoined triplets."

"So you're not disappointed I bit that guy's ball?"

"My only disappointment is you failed to rip it out if he beat up your solider sufficiently to deserve that."

"She was hospitalised for two weeks."

"Oh my hero," Ed said, patting a huge length of exposed thigh.

Debra looked down with something that sounded like the rumble of a growl at the back of her throat. Ed withdrew his hand, keeping his face impassive.

They ate, they chatted, they drank and they planned. Finally Debra yawned and said she would return to Melbourne but would be back in two or three days. "That's where I picked up my revolver. I drank in a shady bar for a couple of nights and asked where could I pick up a gun. I'm going back to that supplier to pick up some stuff we'll need."

"Debbie, I don't want the brothers killed or even seriously maimed."

"Okay I'll keep that in mind. From what you told me about them living in a former bank the premises will be well fortified. I'll slip away in the morning. I don't want people to know I was here and I'll glide back in."

"Phone me. I'll need to let you in. This place is semi-fortified."

"No, phoning will leave a trail. Leave it to me. I'm off to bed."

"Kiss me goodnight sergeant. You can't deny me that."

"Okay and you can grope a little but I'm not allowing you to seduce me, not on our first night."

"But why not?"

"Because you wouldn't respect me if I were that loose."

"But I do, I respect you heaps."

"Shut up and let me kiss you."

"Yes sergeant."

Actually Ed found himself allowed to grope rather generously. She helped him get a tit out and although Debra resisted when he went to finger pussy as he scraped around and it became damp – he was astonished to find she hadn't been wearing panties – those swell legs slowly opened and inside his two fingers tapped out 'America the Beautiful'. Eventually Debra stiffened and she cried, "Oh God, I didn't want to do this, not on our first night' and convulsed and gushed over his hand like a champion.

"I bet you needed that?"

She sighed and agreed.

"Come to my bed. I promise to do no more than hug you."

"I can't believe a man. You're all rotten to the core."

"Spoken like a woman."

She sighed. "Well you did promise... okay I'll sleep with you."

When they settled down Ed said, "Just kiss me goodnight sergeant one last time."

It was their best kiss all evening. He rolled over and she pressed into him and she sighed, "I think my pussy likes you... I can feel it moving against your skin."

Ed built up a huge boner but unfortunately it, er, ended up being held redundant.

He awoke next morning to find Debra gone and no warmth on her side of the bed. Ed sighed and wished she were there.

Two nights later Ed was asleep with his hand in its customary place around his dick when he awoke, to find the bedclothes pulled back and soft lips on the hand around his hardening dick.

"Debbie? How the fuck did you get into this home?"

The murmur sounded like, "Who else were you expecting?" 

Ed lay back and let it happen.



CHAPTER TWO

Ed called, "Debbie, here they come."

Debra was reading in the storeroom behind the counter. She jumped up and looked through the one-way observation glass that had been installed when the store was built. She saw the three burly brothers crossing the street and heading for the store.

Their technique was interesting. After checking that Ed was the only person in the store one asked for the lotto ticket that kept Ed busy at the dispensing machine. The other two began stuffing items including chocolate and biscuits into pockets inside their jackets.

The lotto ticket buyer being handed his ticket called, "Come on guys, stop pissing about. We're off."

Debra had taken photos of the two brothers thieving items.

One and a half hours later with other people in the shop Ed alerted Debra by tapping a pen on the one-way glass. She saw the ugly Silas Fielder buy a lotto ticket while his wife calmly loaded cans of soup into her carry bag, shielding what she was doing from other shoppers by use of her extremely bulky body. Debra photographed the thieving bitch.

Late that afternoon after sex, with Ed joining Debra in the bath, she said, "The business must be losing a hundred dollars of product each time that thieving family comes into your store."

"Yeah, so three times a week is $300. Small cheese but this is a very small business and it's not very neighbourly."

She purred, "Well I think it's time we got rid of our unwholesome neighbours."

"I don't want them killed or permanently maimed."

"No, I agree. Just a few broken limbs."

"Is that all?"

Debra smiled. "I was attached to a training school for engineers as a drill sergeant for a couple of years so didn't complete that assignment without learning things. I put myself through their field course a couple of times. As I told you when I returned from Melbourne, I know how to use explosives and that's why I've hidden my vehicle away from here is that disused quarry. I didn't want investigators finding any traces of explosives in your premises."

"Which is why you purchased black body suits, gloves etc?"

"Yes and after our attack I take that clothing away with me and I burn it and then I disappear. I want you to get your parents back here two days before we attack. We have to assume the cops will be too thick to have you investigated in Sydney, knowing from what they'd been told you left two days before the attacks."

"So its attacks, plural now?"

"Yes. And on my night reconnoitring I've found an empty house where we can hole up for those two days. The police will find that house..."

"The old mill house?"

"Yes. So we'll leave false trails that make it look like a commissioned job from Melbourne. When I was there I bought some clothing that I'll leave in the house, along with receipts and I picked up a number of match boxes from seedy bars and receipts from their cash registers."

"Oh you clever bitch Sergeant Jones, retired."

"Why thank you Lieutenant Bacon, retired."

On the night of the day Ed's parents returned and Ed supposedly driving off to holiday in the north of South Australia, Debra used a portable acetylene pack she'd purchased on the black market in Melbourne to cut through the six bars over a rear window of the Fielder's family home. Ed didn't even have to force the window. It was unlocked and pushed up easily. He entered into what was the basement boiler room. No electronic alarm sounded but then none had been expected. Debra passed in the segments of the cut bars to him and then the acetylene equipment. They had been standing on a concrete path at the rear of the premises so there were no footprints to obliterate. She'd also cut the bars almost flush so there would be nothing untoward for any passerby the notice.

They went through the basement attaching explosives with clock devices top and bottom on each of the internal supporting pillars, Ed taking the explosive packs from his back-pack, allowing Debra to place them and attach the detonators she took from her backpack. When they'd finished she checked everything three times and then set the 48-hour time clocks.




Kiss Me Goodnight Sergeant



"We are engaged in criminal activities," she said, as they snuggled down on the floor of the old mill house, out on its own alongside the river.

"Yes and we'll get up to ten years in the slammer, more if people get killed."

She smiled and said she thought it could be up to fourteen years – "Explosives, property damage plus violence causing bodily harm."

"Oh don't forget a little bit of remission is we act as model prisoners," he smiled. "Do you want another round?"

"No twice a day is quite enough for someone not yet carnivorous."

"Very well. Kiss me goodnight sergeant."

* * *

The next evening, with the timers set to go off in thirty minutes, Debra and Ed were in position. 

"That was a great idea of you booking into the hotel in Mildura and having dinner this evening served in you room, saying you were tired after hiking all day and then having already booked in at Broken Hill for tomorrow night. That suggests innocence personified and believable alibis if the police catch up with you."

"Yeah, I thought it was smart. And I can get back to Mildura from here before dawn in the morning. Providing we've not accosted and leave no evidence of our presence, we will have committed the perfect crimes baby."

"Ed, I don't think it's appropriate you call your sergeant baby."

"Hold it. Here they come. Thrown out on closing time. There's the five of them. Put on your ear muffs; we don't wish to put ourselves out of action."

Ed hurled the stun grenade – illegally held after being illegally procured – towards the family and saw them look at the road by them, imagining one of them saying. "What was that?" He then ducked to join Debra sheltering behind the corner of the brick building. They 'felt' the violent explosion rather than heard it. They ripped their earmuffs off, dropping them where they could be found, their gloves on to avoid leaving finger prints. Picking up their rubber covered heavy wood clubs they sped to the unconscious Fielders scattered over the pavement. They bashed the four males, shattering their kneecaps.

"They are no longer real menaces to society; the terrorizing of citizens of this small town," Ed gloated and then called "No!" as Debra broke the left kneecap of Mrs Fielder and then the other one.

"That bitch was up to her neck in it with them, aiding and abetting them and participating in their crimes."

"Okay, okay. It's just I couldn't have done it. Drop your club where it will be found, beyond them." Ed then hurled his club much farther beyond Debra's to indicate that was the direction in which the assailants had fled. Lights were going on around them and people were calling out as Debra and Ed, dressed in back, faded into the shadows. They reached Ed's car and he dropped Debra where she'd stashed her vehicle. He stood beside her vehicle as she started. It fired instantly.

"Well darling, nice knowing you."

" Likewise. I had such a lovely time. You've actually proved to be very compatible with me Ed now you've stopped talking to me like a tough guy. I hope we'll catch up one day. When I arrive to fly home from Sydney perhaps."

"I hope so too. Well good luck with the rest of your vacation, but before you depart, kiss me goodnight sergeant."

"Hmmmm. Oh you sexy thing Ed. Bye. Take care."

Both of them were more than five miles away from the scene when the Fielder's lost their home. The entire three upper floors and walls collapsed inwards, scaring everyone nearby shitless as they awoke. Very little debris reached the street or adjoining properties.

The five injured Fielder's, being loaded into ambulances heard the detonations but none connected it with their home. Police attending them ran off in the direction of the explosions.

* * *

Almost two months later Ed arrived home late and was dismayed to find lights on, music playing and the front door wide open. He snarled indignantly, reaching for his phone to call for backup, "My home was supposed to be a secure fortress."

"Some secure fucking fortress," he moaned as three guys he worked with arrived with shotguns and wearing flack jackets, helmets and goggles. He too dressed up protectively and was handed a shotgun.

They stormed through the front entrance, found signs of meal-making and fresh flowers in vases.

"Someone is in the lounge," his junior partner whispered.

They peeled off to enter the lounge in two directions.

"Oh hello boys. I'm Debra. Which one of you under those funny suits is Ed? I've been missing your dick Ed. Everyone grab a beer and join me. I'm thinking of signing on and working for the company providing the pay is good enough and I don't have to work nights. My specialities are breaking and entering, taking out the bad guys and communicating very effectively with clients." 

"Hi Debbie. I knew it would be you," Ed said, removing his goggles, face mask and helmet.

"Liar," giggled his sergeant who'd decided to become his sweetheart. She'd met an old guy in Melbourne who could arrange permanent residency for her PDQ – pretty damn quickly.



THE END



Kiss Me - I Am Irish



Until recently, I wasn't particularly fond of St Patrick's Day, viewing it as merely an excuse for many of my co-workers to get drunk and make bad Irish jokes. I am proud of my heritage, my family having moved from Tyrone just a couple of generations ago. So in general, I think more respect should be given and less drinking done. I know that sounds strange coming from someone who is Irish but that is just the way that I feel about it.

My opinion of St Patrick's Day changed this last one. True to form, the company I work for threw a party at one of the local bars. I did my best to be a good sport, drinking a few rounds with my co-workers before I slipped out and made my way back to the office to pick up some files I wanted to work on at home. I was sitting at my desk, when Brenda also came back to grab something that she forgot. Seeing me, she came over to my cubicle to ask me why I had left the party. I told her I wasn't much in the mood to be drinking while I had paperwork piling up. Times are hard and one needs to keep moving if one is to avoid being downsized.

"Bob, you worry too much," she told me, "You should let your hair down and get wild more often."

"Like you do?" I asked.

"Yes. When was the last time you had a good time?" she asked me.

"I have fun," I insisted.

"Yeah, right," she retorted, "How many times did you get kissed today?"

"Kissed?! Why would anyone kiss me?" I asked. Brenda was a nice girl but obviously out of her mind. There was no reason for anyone to kiss me, especially considering that I was without a girlfriend at the moment.

"Yeah, kissed," she went on. "You are Irish, ain't you?"

"You know I am Irish, but why would that make any difference?"

"Because today is Saint Patrick's Day."

I guess my confusion was apparent on my face for she continued. Tapping her 'Kiss me, I am Irish' button, she went on.

"I have been kissed a dozen times today. It was fun."

I shook my head. Brenda is a nice looking girl, of course she was going to have people attempt to kiss her if she was silly enough to wear a button like that---it was like standing under the mistletoe, men would come in droves to steal a kiss from her.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked.

My mouth went dry as she leaned forward. Her cupid lips begged to be kissed and I found myself wanting to kiss her very much as she licked her lips. Slowly she approached me, reaching out and grabbing a hold of the back of my head, drawing my mouth to hers. Our lips meet, and I found myself being kissed by her. Our mouths parted and our tongues crept into each other's mouths. I found myself pressing my body against hers. 

Pulling away slightly, she pointed to the side of her neck and said, "Kiss me here."

I did so willingly, and then she told me to kiss further down near the base of her neck, which I did. Running her finger along the top of her breast, she told me to kiss her there. I lowered my head and kissed her there, my hands coming up to grasp her globes. I gently held them in my hands as she reached back and loosed up her top. Freeing them from their confines, I marveled at their roundness as I kissed them, slowly working my way towards her nipples. As my mouth hovered over them, Brenda told me to kiss them. I did so gladly, sucking on her nipples gently. 

Brenda drew my head away from her for a second, and pointed to her stomach, "Kiss me here."

Lowering my head to kiss her stomach I wondered if she was going to allow me to continue working my way downwards. I sunk to my knees and kissed the front of her crotch. Brenda smiled down at me and lifted her skirt up, revealing that her panties also said, 'Kiss me, I am Irish' in bright green letters. I kissed the top of her panties, and then reached up and dragged them aside. Kissing her sacred mound gently, I slipped a finger across the surface of her lips. 

"Yes," she sighed. "Kiss me there."

I did so, running my tongue and fingers into her crevice. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and trying to force my face deeper into her recesses. To my surprise, I found her aggression to be gratifying and I ate her with vigor. She didn't last long before she was cumming on my tongue. I lapped up her juices greedily. 

After I was done with her, she smiled at me, drawing me to my feet. Then she told me that it was my turn to be kissed. Dropping to her knees, she undid the front of my pants, pulling them down to free my cock. Looking up at me, she asked me what I wanted her to do.

"Kiss me," I told her.

"Why should I?" she asked me teasingly.

"Because I am Irish," I replied.

My answer seemed to delight her. She grabbed my cock with her hands and kissed the tip of it. Then she opened her mouth and allowed the head of it to pass between her lips. I looked down at her, she looked so wanton on her knees like that, my cock in her mouth as she sucked on the end on it. Closing my eyes, I ran my hands though her hair, attempting to resist the urge to drove my cock deeper in her mouth. When she grabbed me by the ass and dragged me further in her mouth, I realized that I was about to lose it. 

"I am about to cum," I gasped.

Brenda removed my cock from her mouth long enough to say, "I want you to cum in my mouth, give me a drink you big Irishman."

I opened m eyes and looked down at her. She had a wicked grin on her face as she inhaled my cock again. Taking the entire length of it in her mouth, she sucked on it, milking my balls with her hands, I couldn't help myself---grasping her head I held it down on my cock as my balls started to jerk, pumping cum into her mouth. She gulped it down like it was some fine liqueur. Releasing her head, I fell back against the edge of my desk. 

"Happy Saint Patrick's Day," she told me as she pulled herself back together. 

"We will have to do this again next year," I laughed.

"Why wait?" she told me, "I am free this weekend."

And so we got together again for the weekend, and for many others. Now we are going steady, sucking and fucking one another. What a wonderful Saint Patrick's Day, it turned out to be.



Kiss Me Kate



Katie felt less apprehensive than she had expected when she arrived at the building in which Maddox had offices on the top four floors. She knew they were a substantial firm with offices throughout the country; this seemed to be the head office. After dropping John and the children off, she had the use of the car and the day to herself. She had told John she was thinking of taking on a part-time job – she had been a secretary when they had first met. 

She went home and dressed, quite conservatively, in a black trouser suit – tight ankle length pants, a one-button jacket and comfortable black button shoes. The only provocative gesture was that she wore no shirt or blouse, just a black bra that supported her breasts nicely and showed just enough cleavage and lace to be interesting. Underneath she wore a very skimpy black thong, almost a g-string pair of panties. Her blonde hair was tied up on top. Certainly, she got a few appreciative looks from the men as she parked the car and walked down the high street to the offices, carrying a smart black leather brief-case. 

She was bang on time – eleven o'clock he had said – and was told to go to the top floor, where she was shown straight in to the boardroom. It was a large rectangular room dominated by a long mahogany table. At the far end was another smaller table in front of a large window. A man was sitting there with the light shining behind so that, as Kate walked towards him, all she could make out was his outline. He motioned for her to sit down in front of him.

"You must be Catherine." He said in a friendly deep voice, looking her up and down. "Welcome to Maddox. Didn't they tell you?"

"Tell me what?" she replied nervously.

"No pants to be worn by women."

"I'm sorry. No they didn't and, anyway, isn't that rather sexist?"

"I own the company so I make the rules. Do you want the job or don't you?"

"Well, yes, of course I do."

"Then obey the rules. No pants to be worn by women!"

"But I don't have a skirt with me to change into."

"Obey the rules or this will be a very short interview."

"Oh – very well." Kate muttered and quickly removed her shoes, pulled down her tight pants and stepped out of them. She sat back down again with her legs crossed.

"That's better, Catherine." His voice sounded even deeper and gentler. "Isn't that more comfortable? Now, tell me about yourself and why you think you are suitable for the position. Then we will carry out a few simple tests to see if you are up to it."


Kate began to give him a resume of her career but, after a couple of minutes, he interrupted her.

"Is this you?" He asked and slid a photo across the table.

"You know it is." She replied.

"The woman in the picture is naked and has a beauty spot on her left buttock. Let me see."

"What!?"

"You heard me. Do you want the picture back or not?"

Kate stood up, still trying to make out his face with the bright light in her face. All she could tell was that he seemed slim with short brown hair. He was jacket-less with a necktie and that was about all she could make out. He smelled fresh with a nice hint of cologne. As she took off her jacket, she noticed the man undo the buttons at the front of his pants and ease them down a little to access and free up his large stiff dick. It popped out long and thick and ready and, as he began to rub it slowly and gently, it seemed to expand before her eyes.

Memorised by this sight, Kate removed her bra, allowing her large white breasts to swing free. She moved closer to try to get a better look at him, but he beckoned her back.

"Back, Catharine. Stand at the head of the table. So you are wearing something underneath after all."

"Not any more, you bastard." She slipped her thong off and threw it on to the pile with the rest of her things.

"Turn around so I check it is you in the picture."

She turned around, facing the boardroom table, and bent all the way down so that she could touch her toes. She could feel how wet she was between the legs and felt embarrassed as a line of her juices began to slide down her thigh. She heard him get up from his chair and walk towards her, his footsteps loud and quick against the wooden floor. He enjoyed the view of her shapely behind with her pink shaven pussy glistening below her pert little bumhole

"Yes, it is you after all. Let me have a closer look."

His hands gripped her shoulders and guided her to the table so that her front was spread-eagled on the shiny surface. Kate noticed a number of deep scratch marks, only at this end of the table. She felt him lean on top of her back and whisper in her ear.


"I think you will be very suitable for this job, Catherine. Just a few last tests; I won't be long!"

She felt his hands run down her back and clench her buttocks; he dug his nails into her flesh so hard that she screamed.

"Quiet, Catherine. You must be quiet. Use these." He put her black pants on the table by her head so she could use them to stifle any noise.

Then a hand slid between her legs and ran all the way under her. A finger parted her lips and eased in. She was so wet and the room so quiet that they could both hear the slurping of her pussy juices as he went to work, first with one finger, and then two as he filled her tight and willing hole. As he did so, he sucked and nibbled on her ear.

"How does that feel, Catherine? Do you think you will like this job?"

She muttered. "Yes! Please let me have the job. I will always do my best to please you, sir."

He moved to her clitoris and rubbed it gently at first and then harder with the fingers of one hand as the other hand slid up and down her hole and over her special spot. Both his hands were now dripping as her sex fluids gushed out and down her legs on to the wooden floor. By now she was beyond control, small tingling orgasms being replaced by a succession of strong spasms of ecstasy convulsing through her body. She barely noticed the sound of his pants falling to the floor but she noticed the feeling of his hard head right up against her wet and juicy opening.

Without preamble, he grabbed her hips and drove in hard, at first half way and then filled her up completely. Kate felt as if her whole body was being taken over by a locomotive power driving up and down, in and out. The friction of the skin against her sensitive pussy walls sent further waves of pleasure through her. She came again and again, her fingers gripping the table and adding more scratch marks to the expensive surface. He slapped her arse as hard as he could in rhythm with his driving movement. 

"Do you want the job?!" He yelled.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She screamed as her final climax ripped through. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Do you deserve it!"

"Yes, yes, please, please. Just fuck me harder. I will do anything you say!"

"Then take my spunk, Catherine."

He began a last acceleration of fucking, driving even harder and deeper until Kate thought she might explode. Then he let out a huge long grunt of delivery and squirted all the way into her, three or four spasms into her willing, wet, wonderful pleasure hole.

He pulled out abruptly and, as Kate lay in a pool of sweat and sex on the table, he walked from the room, buttoning himself up as he went. Kate looked up, only to see his back as he opened the door and left. After a few seconds, the door opened and the brisk and efficient personnel lady who had shown Kate in returned smiling.

"My, that was quick." She said. "How do you think it went?"

As she began to put her rumpled clothes, now sticky and stained, back on, Kate grinned.

"Somehow, I think I got the job!" 



Kiss Me, Kate



Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seemed to go wrong? First you're late for work. Then your boss chew you out because the project you're working on isn't ready. Then you get a phone call from your daughter, telling you that she has just been arrested for shop lifting and that she needs you to come bail her out. That was basically how my Friday went. I didn't realize until that point, how much my life had deteriorated since my wife had run off with a wannabe rock star.

My daughter, Kate, had suffered the most since her mother had run out. I was consumed with work and rarely had time for her, to help her through that initial period of adjustment. I guess now I can honestly say that it was all my fault that I couldn't be there for her when she had needed me. But I had been suffering myself.

I'm not an bad looking man...in fact I look quite young for being almost forty years old. My hair was still thick and full, a dark, rich brown, and I had very few wrinkles, just tiny laugh lines at the corners of my moss green eyes. My wife had once told me that I had very square, chiseled features, and that I reminded her of a young Sean Connery, minus one Scottish accent.

I had patiently put up with Kate's antics recently, saying that all she needed to do was adjust to everything that had happened, but last Friday was the final straw. I don't think I had ever been as angry as I was the day I stormed into the police station. When I saw her, a red haze descended over my eyes, even as they raked over her. Her blond hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she had on enough make-up to make you think she belonged on a stage. She was wearing a midnight blue leather skirt and a matching halter top, that revealed her stomach and shoulders. But it was the navy blue, six inch heel on her feet that added the finishing touch. She had looked like she belonged on the nearest street corner.

I vaguely remember paying her bail as she stood silently beside me, chewing her gum and blowing bubbles. I was completely silent on the way home and had trouble controlling my anger as Kate scrambled from the car when we arrived home.

I watched her as she strolled toward the front door, almost cringing at the way her mini skirt barely covered her tight young ass. I kept staring, noticing that it wiggled slightly as she put her key in the lock and strolled inside. My cock involuntarily jumped, hardening slightly between my legs as I thought about getting a piece of her. Almost immediately I had tried to squelsh the thought. It was wrong to think about my daughter like that, but I had been so long without a woman, it was hard not to notice.

The day had progressed from bad to worse at that point. Kate hardly spoke to me at dinner before storming up to her room, after being informed that she was grounded for the entire month.

I don't know how things had gotten so out of control...My job was going downhill, Kate was a complete mess, and I was fantasizing about screwing my own daughter. I went to bed that night with an aching hard on. Finally, unable to bear the pressure, I had to give myself a hand job to relieve the tension that had built in my body.

The next morning I got up early, wanting to beat Kate to the shower. I was determined to have a long talk with her about everything that had happened since her mother had left.

The long hot shower relaxed me thoroughly. As I was walking out of the bathroom, a towel casually draped around my waist, Kate came up and said good morning. It was nothing unusual for her to see me with just a towel on. We shared the only bathroom in the house. But that morning she ran her fingers across my chest as she pressed herself up against me, to squeeze between me and the doorframe. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me so much, if it hadn't been for the skimpy nightgown she was wearing. It was a slip of satin that fell to her upper thighs, and the area that covered her breasts had been nothing but thin black lace. Her nipples protruded as she rubbed against me, brushing their throbbing hardness against the muscles of my chest. I almost groaned as she shut the door behind her.

The first thought that had gone through my head, was, "Where did she get that nightgown?" followed closely by, "I hope to God she didn't notice my straining cock."

By the time I finished getting ready, and Kate had gotten out of the shower and joined me, I had breakfast on the table and was ready to have our little chat.

"Kate," I said cautiously, not wanting to start this conversation wrong.

"Yeah, dad?"

"We need to talk." I paused letting my words sink in. "It's about your behavior lately. And about how you feel about your mother leaving."

"What about it?" she snapped, her blue eyes flashing dangerously.

"Well, I've noticed that your grades have declined drastically, you're doing things you never would have done before, and your attitude lately has become overbearing."

"Daddy, what is the point of being a good little girl and getting good grades. It doesn't get you anywhere but depressed. Look at mom. She was a good girl and did everything she was supposed to...yet years later she is bumming around the country as a groupie to a loser singer. I don't need school to be able to do that. If I want to live my life like that I'd rather do it now, than put any kids I have through the ringer, like mom did."

I was so upset at that point. I hadn't truly realized what Marie's leaving had done to Kate. "Oh honey, is that what you think all women do?" I reached for her hand and pulled her onto my lap. "Not all mom's run out on their children. Most of them are really happy in the lives they have." Kate buried her head then, and started crying softly into my shoulder.

"Then how come mom wasn't happy?" she cried softly.

"I don't know honey. I really don't know." I patted the back of her head softly as she cried. I tried to ignore the feel of her ass, tucked tightly against my ever rising dick. I groaned softly as Kate unconsciously wiggled against it.

Slowly I felt her pull away from my shoulder and look into my eyes. Her crystal blue eyes were moist and wet, but I could see something else swirling in their depths, something I couldn't identify.

That was when it happened. Before I had any chance to register what was happening, Kate was kissing me. And I don't mean a swift father-daughter peck. It was a full on the mouth kiss. Her soft lips pressed tightly against mine, opening as her tongue ran across my closed lips, prying them open and sweeping inside my mouth. I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

The kiss went on and on, before, finally, an alarm went off in my head. This was my daughter I was kissing. My own flesh and blood. Quickly I pulled away and gasped for breath.

"Why'd you stop, daddy?" She asked in a child-like voice.

"Honey, what we were doing is wrong. I'm your father and I'm not supposed to do things like that to you."

"Why not? All my other friends do things like this with their dads. They said that there's nothing wrong with it."

I sat there stunned for a moment. All her friends did this with their dads. That couldn't be true. Could it?

Uncertainly I swung Kate off my lap and stood her before me. I had to be positive. I hoped against hope that this was what she really wanted, because I couldn't wait to get into her teenage cunt.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Kate?"

She nodded furiously and I wasted no time, pulling her between my legs as I remained sitting in my chair.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked. When she said no, I was slightly disappointed, but not to the point of stopping.

Gently I tangled my hands in her hair, pulling her face down to mine for a steamy kiss. Her lips played with mine for a moment before straying to my earlobe and working down my jaw. My hands weren't still as she continued to kiss the skin of my jaw. I placed them on her shoulders, slipping the thin satin straps of her nightgown down. She lifted her arms and let the straps slide off, her nightgown falling, revealing her to the waist, where it bunched up.

Reverently I placed my hands on her breasts, her rose colored nipples hardening beneath my touch as she moaned in my ear. I pinched her nipples softly and she shook slightly in response.

I moved away from her for a moment and flung everything off the table with a sweep of my hand. I pushed the nightgown down over her hips, taking in her beauty as it slid to the floor.

She looked like a goddess as she stood bared before me. Her pert, pouting breasts, thrust out boldly, her hairless, smooth cunt, glistening slightly from her own juices. Her legs were long and smooth, slightly muscled from cheerleading and gymnastics.

I sucked in my breath..."How had I gotten so lucky?" I thought to myself.

"You're beautiful, Kate," I whispered softly, as I lifted her onto the table. I spread her legs and stepped between them, leaning over to kiss her softly. My hands ran down her body, caressing her breasts with soft strokes, as my mouth followed, kissing her chin, the hollow of her throat, making a path down to her breasts. I started with one breast, slowly kissing the perimeter with hot, openmouthed kisses. I worked my way inward, rubbing my tongue over her tit, finally reaching her nipple, swirling around it with my tongue. Quickly I sucked it into my mouth, tugging on it gently. I held down Kate's hands, as she arched against my mouth offering me more. Swiftly I removed my mouth, relishing in her groan of dismay. I transferred my gaze to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention before moving on.

I kissed my way slowly down her stomach, moving my lips over the taut muscles of her abdomen. I reveled in the way they leapt beneath my mouth. Finally I reached her wet, hairless cunt. I raised my head and looked into Kate's eyes, and for one heartstopping moment I thought she was going to tell me to stop. But she just closed her eyes and arched her hips upward in a silent invitation. Encouraged by her response I placed my mouth against the beautiful, wet, glistening lips and gently began sucking on them, my tongue making deep forays into her tight fuck hole. I held her hips as she pitched and bucked against my mouth, trying to get closer to my tongue.

I pushed my tongue deep, lapping up all the honeyed juices flowing out of her. She tasted so good, even better than her mother. Finally, wanting to give her an explosive orgasm, I withdrew my tongue from her and began running it swiftly over her clit, teasing her wickedly.

"Oh dad!!!" She cried out, unable to control the thrusting of her hips against my face. I kept licking and teasing as she pitched against me. Finally, I drew her clit into my mouth, sucking on it hard, wanting her to cum.

She let out a low scream and cried out endlessly. "Oh dad, I am cumming. I'm cumminggggg! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" With one last shrill scream, she bucked against my mouth, before collapsing back on the table, her body limp, and still shaking with the small tremors of her orgasm.

But I didn't stop to let her get her bearings. I quickly stepped up, pulling her ass to the edge of the table. I unzipped my pants, my steel hard cock springing free of its' confines. Without a second thought I looked in my daughters eyes, noticing her reaction as she saw my 9 inch cock thrusting between us. It was easily as wide as her wrist. Not wanting to be stopped, I stepped forward and rammed my cock into her sopping teenage twat.

I was momentarily lost in the heat of her enveloping cunt and closed my eyes, hearing her scream in orgasmic pleasure, her cunt, convulsing around me as she shook and shook. After that, I was gone. I began thrusting in and out, angling my dick so that each thrust ground my pelvis against her clit. I felt nothing but the hot walls of my daughter's tight cunt clenching around me in pre-orgasmic spasms. Harder and harder I thrust, until I was pressing against her cervix. I couldn't stop, ramming my dick into her over and over, pressing against her clit with each thrust.

"Kiss me, Kate," I cried as I felt my orgasm rising in me and I pushed harder into her, feeling the explosion working its' way up my balls, rising in my dick. She kissed me for all that she was worth, her tongue, dipping into my mouth. The kiss triggered the onset of my orgasm and I almost blacked out, as my incestuous sperm shot from my body, deep into my daughters hot depths. I felt her cry out against my lips as another orgasm overtook her sweat drenched body. I kept thrusting, wanting to plant my seed all the way inside her.

Exhausted, I finally collapsed on top of her, my softening dick, still lodged deep within her tight cunt.

When I was able to rise I pulled out of her cum filled twat and zipped up my pants, watching as our commingled cum dripped out of her onto the table. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, then hefted her onto my shoulder.

"What are you doing, dad?"

"You didn't think that this would be a one time thing, did you honey?" I replied as I walked up the stairs toward my bedroom. She didn't answer but I could sense that she was smiling as I ascended the stairs. This was the beginning of a whole new life...for both of us.



Kiss Me Kate & Come With Me



The four of them took the elevator to the tenth floor. The penthouse suite consisted of a large living room with a dining table sitting up to ten, a large main bedroom, a smaller one, a kitchen and a huge bathroom with a bath/shower and a separate Jacuzzi and sauna. The curtains were drawn and every thing was warm and cosy. There were two large settees in the living room.

As soon as they got in, they could hear that they were not alone. Moans of pleasure came from the main bedroom. Kate went to the door and looked in; Claudia was lying on her back naked, her breasts quivering, legs wide open. Randy was kneeling on the floor, his head between her legs, getting acquainted with that sweet delectable pussy! Kate noticed with admiration his firm black butt and strong muscular thighs. She closed the door and let them get on with it. 

"We are booked in for two nights, guys." Announced Sue. "Everything is paid for – just order whatever you want. Do you mind opening the champagne, George? Tonight dinner is served in about an hour – I suggest we all freshen up. Randy and Claudia seemed to have claimed the main bedroom. Still, he was the winner. Kate and George will be in the other bedroom. I am sure Ferdy and I will manage in here – we always have done, haven't we darling?" She gave Ferdinand a loving smile. "By the way, Mr Maddox said he would try to pop in tomorrow – I know he wants to thank us all personally. I hope he makes it."

After they had a glass of champagne and refilled their glasses, Kate and George went to their allotted room, leaving Sue and Ferdinand sitting together on the settee.

"I fancy a Jacuzzi." Said Ferdy. "Then a sauna; sweat off some of this alcohol. Are you coming?"

"Yes, but first give me a kiss, you bugger! I am going to fuck you senseless whether you like it or not. I only get one chance a year, you miserable bastard. Do you know, I've been going on one-night stands for the last six months. It's the only way I can get any! I don't want to start anything serious until I know how I stand with you."

Sue had taken off her jacket and kicked off her shoes as soon as she got into the room. Now she removed her top and unfastened her bra. Her breasts fell out, huge and white, wobbly with enormous round brown aureole. Her nipples stood out strongly, eager to be caressed. Sue stretched her arms in the air so that her breasts stood out proud and shapely.

"See, they're not that bad are they?"

"You sure have lost a lot of weight, Sue."

"Have a look at the rest, Ferdy. I did it just for you."

She removed her shoes, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them and her panties down together. She was not wearing stockings or panty hose. She paraded her voluptuous naked white body in front of him, gently fingering her fully shaven pussy, and was pleased to notice the bulge appearing in his pants. 

"I see someone's getting in the mood, after all!" She smirked looking directly between his legs. "You're almost as horny as I am."

Then she pounced! She went straight to the zip and pulled it down. She tugged excitedly on the sides of his pants and got them down over his slim hips. His underwear followed; his dick sprang up ready and willing. He was leaning back on the settee with a big smile on his face. This was replaced by a look of surprise as she tore his shirt so that the buttons popped off to reveal his hairy chest. She forced him to lie horizontal and lay on top of him, kissing his mouth and face, while she grabbed and squeezed his hard, thick, long, circumcised dick.

In a trice, she had eased on top of him and rammed her wet pussy down on him. It was tight at first and it took three or four strong thrusts to get it all the way up her. She had been thinking about this moment for the last year, every day, almost every hour. In the gym or pounding the streets in her skin-tight Lycra sweat suit, she had imagined how it would feel; that had been the incentive that kept going, even through the winter nights. It was all worth it, Sue thought, as she moved up and down on him; she loved the sight of Ferdy's face, a look of pure pleasure on his face. His blue eyes had gone a deeper colour, almost black; she had only noticed this before when he had been beside himself with anger at work. It made her even hotter and wetter; she rode him even harder. As she tightened ahead of her first orgasm, she felt him grow bigger and thicker inside her.

"You're mine, Ferdy, and don't you ever forget it!" She cried, as she started to rub hard on her swollen clitoris. Then she was lost as her climax ripped through her body; she screamed loud and long. She did not notice that Kate and George had returned to the room and were standing, hand in hand, with amused smiles on their faces. They had fucked quickly in the missionary position and then both cleaned up and changed into bathrobes.

Sue's large tits bounced up and down to the rhythm she had set; Ferdy noticed their shape changing as they wobbled in front of his eyes! He placed his hands on her hips and encouraged her into an even faster pace. She was gibbering in a state of total abandonment as she went into a series of strong orgasms, her juices flowing down the crack of Ferdy's arse onto the settee below.

Then, as he got ready to come, he took over the rhythm of the fucking, rolling her over, off the settee, down on the carpet. Now on top, he pulled in and out in long, slow and hard thrusts. She lay there in supreme ecstasy, with her eyes closed, concentrating on the spasms racking through her body; she opened them to see Kate looking down on her – she had opened her robe and was casually fingering herself.

Ferdy now put on a special show for them as he drove in and out. He loved an audience! As he reached his point of no return, he suddenly pulled out and released one long white spurt all the way over Sue's hair, face and breasts, followed by two or three smaller, thicker deposits over her breasts, tummy and down to her shaven pussy where his juices mingled with hers. He rolled off her and lay on his back on the floor, sweating and satisfied.

Kate needed no encouragement, as she flung her robe off and joined Sue on the carpet; she rubbed her breasts against Sue's and then licked and sucked the juices off her face and all the way down her body. She went between Sue's legs and enjoyed the tastes of Sue and Ferdy with her tongue. This was reinforced by the sensation of George's strong male hands behind her, parting her legs, followed by his tongue exploring her wet pussy lips and tasting the remnants of their own love-making. 

Ferdinand lay next to Sue, enjoying watching the attention she was getting. Then he found he was the subject of the attention of sexy Claudia. She had left Randy relaxing in the bath and heard the noise from the living room; she was soon naked again! Attracted to the fluid still oozing from the end of his semi-hard member, she lowered herself on to him, her thighs on each side of his head and went down on him. Her tongue flicked out greedily to lick the tip of his penis, which was rock hard again now. She grinned insatiably and took him in her mouth and began to suck up and down as she pushed her pussy, fresh from the bath, down on his face.

Ferdy could hardly breathe but soon allowed his tongue to enter her, sliding up to the clitoris. They feasted on each other; soon Claudia was pushing a finger up his tight bum-hole. Ferdy reciprocated by pushing his index finger up hers. They finger fucked together until Claudia had to pull up and release him from her mouth; her orgasms were returning and she squealed with pleasure. As Ferdy found her spot and rubbed harder, she felt as if she was about to pee into his face.

"Stop, please! I can't take any more." 

Although he had stopped sucking her as he pushed her up so he could breathe properly, he continued finger fucking her arse hole until she exploded. He felt a big shower of sweet, musky liquid shooting over his face and stinging his eyes; he was shocked - no woman had ever done that to him. Claudia was shocked by the strongest, longest, most satisfying orgasm she had ever known; it seemed to go on forever!

Even George, who was now taking Kate from behind and getting ready to come himself, was distracted by the noise Claudia was making. It spurred him on to thrust in harder and harder. As he came, Kate came. As Kate came, Sue came. Claudia had returned to straddle Ferdy; he was the last to come so he had an audience as he grunted and released himself into her. What an audience he thought:

Sue, lying there with her legs open, a large pool of juice on the carpet between her legs.

Kate kneeling on all fours, with George on her back in a state of exhaustion. 

Claudia looking down with that sex-mad expression on her face, as if she had enjoyed her starters and was now ready for the main dish.

Randy, standing there in his bathrobe, wandering whether he had missed the party.

And, as if from nowhere, their old friend Frobisher, Mr Maddox's butler, standing by the table as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His studied English voice broke the silence.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Dinner is served."



Kiss Me Kate Comes Again



Kate and Claudia enjoyed their shower together; it was warm, powerful and very relaxing. They had made love in Claudia's bed all afternoon and needed to leave soon for their next assignment. Sue, the personnel lady at Maddox, had told them to be at the hotel by six and to dress smartly. It was the top hotel in town - there was to be some sort of dinner, she had suggested.

"You realise I don't even know what Mr. Maddox looks like!" Kate said as she soaped Claudia's beautiful breasts.

"We should find out tonight, darling." Claudia replied with a smile. "I am more interested in that famous dick of his – I can't wait! Ooh, that's feels good."

Kate's hand was now down between Claudia's legs making sure she was nice and clean; their juices and sweat had been flowing freely during their sex games and they both needed the shower! She knew they didn't have that much time; she kissed Claudia gently on the lips, got out of the shower and began to dry herself with a large white towel. She felt refreshed now and ready for whatever the evening might bring. Before returning to the bedroom, she slid her arm inside the shower curtain and turned the cold tap all the way on. Two seconds later, she laughed as Claudia screamed when the cold hit her. 

"You fucking bitch, Katie, how dare you?" She yelled jumping away from the water. 

"That should cool you off for a while. I could feel you getting horny again; you know what would happen if we got started again. We have to be there by six, remember."

"Bitch, no sex for you tonight!" Claudia growled, although she felt wonderful now; the cold blast had left her feeling warm and tingling once she had dried her body. 

"We'll see about that, Claud. Come on now; get that sexy body into some clothes. You know what to wear, don't you?" She came over to Claudia and looked between her legs. "Much better, honey. Don't you think so?"

Earlier, she had helped Claudia shave; she had never really liked the full thick bush of black hair; if nothing else, it tickled! Kate had also sometimes noticed it in the sunshine if Claudia wore a white dress and no panties! She was sexy enough without being that blatant; Kate could get a little jealous if Claudia flirted too obviously with men or women of her own age. They had both become highly aroused as Kate shaved carefully all round the pussy and trimmed the hair above into a small, neat triangle.

When it was ready, Kate had given it a good celebratory sucking and tonguing until Claudia spirted again and again into her mouth. She could still taste it on her lips! Now she sprayed her favorite perfume on Claudia's neck, on her breasts, on her tummy and on the inside of each thigh. 

They both put on little black knee-length dresses over sexy black underwear and helped each other with their hair and make-up – nothing too extravagant. Shiny black sensible shoes completed the picture. 

"Wow. You look good enough to eat, Claud!"

"Greedy girl, haven't you had enough for one day?"

"Never enough of you, darling." Kate put her hand on Claudia's breast and squeezed affectionately.

"Come on, you horny woman. Let's go." Replied Claudia, opening the door of the bedroom. "I could do with a drink!" 

They arrived at the hotel after a short taxi ride. The poster announced "Maddox Salesperson of the Year- Clinton Room. 6pm to 8 pm." Sue was there to greet them; it was the first time Kate had seen her in evening dress – she had made a real effort and, Kate had to admit, looked pretty good! She was wearing a stylish white linen pants suit with a scarlet round-neck blouse cut low enough to show a generous expanse of cleavage. Kate made a mental note to get to know Sue better!

Sue explained that the twenty or so leading contestants had been invited to drinks. Mr Maddox would announce the three winners. ("At last!" thought Kate.) They would go on to a special dinner party in the penthouse suite; the rest were usually left to their own devices in the hotel and around the town's night-spots. They were allowed to charge Maddox with any expenses, within reason, so always ended having a big party of their own. That kept the company gossips busy for most of the following year: who had got off with whom; who had got the drunkest; who did the most embarrassing things; who got arrested! Even so, competition for the three prizes ($20,000, $10,000, $5,000 and a chance to spend quality time with the big boss) was intense. 

"What are we here for, Sue?" Asked Kate.

"You'll see. Go in and get a drink; I need to speak to your friend privately. You'll know several people in there. Have fun!"

Kate didn't really want to leave Claudia but muttered: "OK then, I'll see you in there, sister."

She always hated going in to a gathering of people on her own. John was not the most sociable of men but at least he was someone to stand with, until a party got into the swing and she had a few drinks inside her. But this time, she had no need to worry; if nothing else, sales people are natural mixers – they have to be. Of the twenty or so in the room, there were only four women, so Kate soon found herself being drawn into a circle of friendly and welcoming faces and having a large gin and tonic thrust into her hand.

She knew two or three of the salesmen from the head office; she had worked there part-time for over a week now. Already, they had all asked her out for a drink; a wedding ring seemed to be no deterrent to these guys. A woman, young enough, attractive, therefor available: this was their creed! She had politely declined of course.

She noticed Claudia and Sue join the party and begin to mingle at the other end of the room. Kate kept looking around to see what Claudia was up to; the man to whom she was chatting appeared amused by this.

"Am I boring you, Kate? Is there someone you want me to introduce you to?" He said.

"No, no. I'm sorry, that was very rude; I was just checking my friend was OK. It seems she is getting on fine." She replied with a slight edge to her voice. She had noticed that Claudia was already the centre of attention and seemed to be knocking back the champagne. She would have to keep an eye on that girl.

"She is very beautiful, I know, but I prefer a more mature woman, personally." He said.

He was a good-looking man in his mid-forties; Kate felt comfortable in his company and began to relax. They continued their conversation at the fringe of the party until Sue came over and asked Kate to join another group. "Now, George." She said with a knowing smile. "You shouldn't monopolise the women. There are some people I want Kate to meet."

As Kate and Sue walked away and George went off to find another drink, Sue whispered. "That's George, you have to watch him – he's one horny bastard. I know because I've been there! He's a great salesman though – sure to be in the top three."

The presence of Kate, Claudia and Sue had rather discomforted the other women. They were all used to being the centre of attention in their little world at Maddox and now found the men were no longer listening to them but looking over their shoulders at the three sexy new ladies. The saleswomen knew they would not sleep alone tonight and each had a pretty good idea which man, or men, would be with them. Even so, they liked to think they were the stars of this show and could play "hard to get."

The party had been going for over an hour and the volume of noise and laughter continued to rise. Suddenly, Sue stood at the microphone on the stage at the end of the room and shouted.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I have an announcement to make. I have just received a fax from Mr Maddox." She read: "Guys and gals. Sorry to let you down tonight but I can't get away from this deal tonight. You will read about it tomorrow – you'll be real excited! You've all done a fantastic job this year, whether you win the prizes or not – thanks for everything! Anyway I've sent you a little surprise or two that will be a lot more fun than me being there to spoil the party. Enjoy!" 

As Sue stepped down, a disappointed silence filled the room. No one could ever remember Mr Maddox turning up to this event! This was broken by the sound of music. They all recognised the tune:

"Di, da, di, dah. Di, da, di, dah." And so on...

The lights suddenly went out. A spotlight picked out a white face, a mane of black hair and a shimmering black dress, as Claudia walked to the centre of the stage. She looked sensational as she began to gyrate to the music, wiggling her hips and shaking her breasts. She danced for a while and then beckoned to Randy, a tall young black guy who had been chatting to her before; he leaped up on to the stage and stood behind her. She gestured to him to unzip the back of her dress and then return to the crowd. He pulled the zip all the way down to her waist but then stood there on the stage moving suggestively to the music.

Claudia smiled and pursed her lips at him provocatively. Brazen bitch, thought Kate, as she watched transfixed. Claudia slowly eased the dress straps over her shoulder. She was no professional but she knew how to tantalise, taking as long as she could to pull her dress off, over her black lace bra, down over her white, firm tummy and black skimpy panties. The men gasped as they saw her white ample thighs above the black hold-up stockings. 

Down to her underwear and shaking her sexy hips and butt to the music, she danced down among the guests giving each a special smile. She winked at Kate and danced seductively around each of the women, all pretending to be disgusted by the whole affair but still watching very carefully! Claudia had a hand inside her panties and they each felt themselves getting wet and wanting to do the same. 

Claudia returned to the stage and lifted her legs, one at a time, to the black man. As he slowly pulled each stocking down, Kate felt a movement behind her and a whisper in her ear. It was George; she could smell the whisky on his breath. "She's quite something, Kate. But I still prefer someone nearer my own age!"

She felt a hand first on her butt, down at the back of her knee and then moving up the inside of her thigh. It was dark in the room and the music was loud.

"Stop it!" She whispered. "What do you think you are doing?" 

She knew he wouldn't stop and she knew she didn't want him to. She tried to concentrate on the sight of Claudia's gorgeous white legs as she continued to dance, but her attention was focused on the feeling of the hand now at the top of her thigh; her skirt had slid up to allow him to push the gusset of her panties to one side. She felt his finger part her pussy lips and ease into her; she already knew how wet and ready she was. She gasped: it felt so fucking good.

"She's lovely!" He whispered as Claudia slowly removed her top and suddenly threw it in to the crowd. She shimmied her large white breasts at the crowd. "You're lovelier!" He began to rub hard on her clitoris.

"She's sexy!" Claudia turned her back on them and provocatively and very, very slowly removed her black panties, wiggling her shapely behind. "You're sexier!" He slid two fingers into Kate's pussy and began to finger-fuck her hard and fast. She could feel the juices running down the inside of her legs onto the tops of her stockings.

"I'd like to fuck her!" He hissed, as Claudia pulled her panties off, turned suddenly back to the crowd and threw them high into the air. One of the men caught them before they reached the ground and sniffed them appreciatively. There was a huge roar of approval, as Claudia stood there naked for a second, her magnificent body shining in the light, breasts proud and upright, perfect white flesh apart from the small dark triangle at the centre, before the spotlight went out. "But I want to fuck you even more and I will tonight!" George continued.

At the lights returned, Claudia danced naked around her new black friend, who had stripped down to his white boxers in the dark. Sue went back to the microphone, unaware that Claudia had pulled down Randy's shorts and had knelt down to take him in her mouth. Sue continued oblivious to the fact that the audience was much more interested in what was going on behind her.

"The moment you've all been waiting for!! The winners are...

In third place is...Ferdinand. $5.000 plus...me!" Poor Ferdy always won third place and Sue. She was besotted with him and it was the only way of getting hold of him once a year. He enjoyed it really, he knew he would marry her one day, but wasn't ready to settle down quite yet!

By now, Randy's huge black dick had enjoyed the tightness of Claudia's throat and was in the mood to test that sweet juicy pussy. He bent her over the chair and took her from behind, sliding in and out slowly and smoothly. Her cries of pleasure began to mount as Randy mounted her doggy style. 

"And in second place is...George. $10,000 plus...Katie!" Kate turned around and kissed George full on the lips. She could feel his excitement through his pants and giggled. She knew what was in store tonight!

The spotlight returned to the bodies on the stage. Randy was driving in hard and fast while Claudia rubbed on her clitoris, giving out spasmodic whelps of pleasure. Their bodies were by now glistening with sweat, black and white, man and woman, stud and slut, dog and bitch, as the crowd yelled their appreciation.

"And the winner is:...Randy. $20,000 and...Claudia."

At this moment, they both reached their climaxes. Claudia screamed at the top of her voice for several seconds; Randy felt her pussy contract even tighter as his balls released all the tension by squirting his warm seed all the way into that horny shaven cunt. His whole body tensed as he forced himself deep, deep into her, relaxed and then rolled elegantly off her. They stood up, held hands, bowed once to the crowd and walked off the stage with a confident swagger and wave. 

There was loud applause – Randy was a smooth operator. He had joined Maddox from a competitor and brought so much new business with him that he couldn't fail to win this year. George was always first or second; Ferdinand was always third whatever his sales performance – but everyone liked him. So there was no real surprise or resentment at the results. As more drinks were brought round and they all planned the next stage of their evening, the other winners were shown out by a side door and taken to the elevator. 

For them, the night was still very, very young...

To be continued...



Kiss Me Kate Continues



Claudia did not take much persuading. She was going off Paul anyway now that she and Kate were seeing so much of each other. When she heard a "blow-by-blow" account of what had happened at the interview, she was the more excited of them as they took the freeway out into to the wooded countryside. Everything looked so pretty in the fall sunshine.

The instructions had been to "come to my country cottage and bring your friend this time. If you both behave, you will get two pictures back!" The instructions were easy to follow and they were soon on a small road winding up the hill overlooking the valley. They turned off at a large stone gateway onto to a narrow path through more woods. They both gasped as the car moved into the open; beyond the woods, they saw a huge clearing at the end of which stood a large colonial-style mansion. A red Ferrari and a white Rolls Royce completed the picture.

"Some country cottage!" said Kate. "Lucky we dressed for the occasion!"

"Yeh – really?" muttered Claudia as the car drew up in front of the steps leading up to the front door. 

She opened the door and got out. She was wearing very tight black tight-cut jeans with high-heel boots, and a tight red vest top that showed ample flesh and her belly button, tight across her chest so it hugged her big white breasts. Her long black hair swung free as she walked. Kate was wearing a short black-blue skirt, with held-up stockings, no panties, a cream top with a low cut v-neck, fitting but not too tight across her flesh-toned hold-up bra. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. 

Not realising that they were being closely watched as they stood at the foot of the steps, Kate and Claudia put their arms around each other and kissed tenderly.

"Remember what I said, darling" said Kate. "Don't do anything you don't feel comfortable with. Promise?"

"I promise, but I doubt if he is man enough for both of us."

"We'll see – wait 'til you see the size of his dick!" Kate responded with a lascivious smile. "Let's go, before you come in your panties!" 

Claudia pushed the large doorbell: then they waited for a few minutes. Everything was quiet.

"Oh come on." Moaned Kate. "I hope we got the right day."

At last a tall dark-clothed gentleman opened the door; he ushered them in.

"Good afternoon, ladies." He had a rather classy English accent and wasn't bad looking, Claudia thought. "You must be the two secretaries Mr Maddox mentioned; he said I should let you in. I am Frobisher, the butler here; please let me know if there is anything you need, anything at all."

He smiled as he showed them through a large hallway and into a living room overlooking the lawn at the front of the house.

"Mr Maddox is making some business calls in his study and will be a little while. He said I should offer you some refreshments while you waited. Then I will leave you in peace. Please make yourselves at home, ladies, and help yourselves."

He opened a bottle of champagne that was standing in an ice bucket on the table and poured them each a glass. There was also a collection of various delicious looking cold dishes on the table. They were both hungry and soon got stuck into the food. Then Kate refilled their glasses and they sat together on the large comfortable settee.

"This is the life! What more could you wish for!" said Claudia.

"I can think of a thing or two!!"

"You and my titties; you're incorrigible. Can't you wait?"

"Why should we? Frobisher said we should make ourselves at home. By the way, you fancy him, don't you? I can tell that look a mile away." 

"I've known worse." Claudia replied with a smile. "I'm quite happy with what I've got, thank you. For the time being at any rate."

They kissed again, this time more passionately. They had not had time to make love before setting off in the car and it showed! Kate soon removed Claudia's top and was squeezing those superb white breasts and sucking on her nipples. Claudia slid her hand under Kate's skirt and caressed her thighs all the way up to the top. 

"Wow, stockings! And no panties! You hussy! My god, you're wet!" She exclaimed, as she eased a finger along the slit of Kate's pussy and then into it. She removed it, placed the finger on her tongue and then Kate's. 

"You taste so, so good, my sexy one!"

"Then eat me, Claudia. I want you to eat me. Now!" Kate quickly unzipped her skirt and removed it. She lay back on the settee with her legs open. Claudia admired the pussy she loved so much, clitoris proud and ready. She teased for a while, kissing the insides of Kate's thighs, and then up over her tummy, pulling Kate's top and bra up over her breasts.

"For fuck sake, Claud, eat me. I'm ready to burst!"

"Yes, my dear!"

Now Claudia got about her business, starting with the clitoris – gentle caresses, the tip of her tongue circling and tantalising it. Her finger, sliding slowly up Katie's pleasure hole, feeling the walls of the pussy contract around it. Then, more vigorously, she tongued away, enjoying the sweet fresh sexy taste of her lover. From the clitty down into her vagina where the taste became even sweeter and stronger. This was heaven! Pure heaven! As Kate's body arched as she thrust her sex up into Claudia's face, she felt hands clenching her buttocks followed by a finger pushing up into her tight arse hole.

"Oh my god!" Kate yelled. "This is too much! I'm going to come! Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop, please stop." 

But Claudia continued sucking and tonguing the pussy as she finger fucked Kate's bum. Her mouth and chin were drenched with cum; a large damp patch had already gathered on the edge of the settee as Kate continued to spurt as she writhed in ecstasy, screaming at the top of her voice. She had no sense of time or place, just a feeling of total abandonment and sexual excess; a feeling of love and gratitude for the woman who was between her legs now and had allowed her, over the last few days, to experience more pleasure than she could ever have imagined possible.

At last, Claudia slowed her pace and stopped, kissing Kate's pussy lovingly. She moved up, juices dripping from her mouth and chin, and kissed her again, mouth to mouth and then tongue to tongue so they could both relish the taste and texture of those heavenly juices.

"Pure nectar!" Claudia laughed, as Kate lay back in a state of perfect peace and contentment.

"That was beautiful, darling, but where the hell is our so-called host." Kate asked. "Let's have some more bubbly, then it is your turn!"

As there seemed to be no movement from the rest of the house, they drank more, opened another bottle and continued to make love, through the heat of the afternoon, on the settee and on the thick, blue carpet. Mouth to mouth, mouth to breasts, mouth to pussy, pussy to pussy, all their favorite positions. Eventually, they had no energy left and lay in each others' arms, dozing quietly as the evening sunshine came through the window to warm their naked bodies.

They were awoken by a discrete cough. Kate looked up and saw Frobisher standing there; she had no idea how long he had been there. She nudged Claudia who sprang awake. Neither seemed too worried that they were lying in front of a total stranger without a stitch of clothing. The whole room was filled with a pungent erotic smell. The day had taken on a surreal quality that made everything seem normal.

"I'm sorry it is taking so long, ladies. Mr Maddox is still making calls; it is getting late in England and his advisors need his instructions on a large deal that he is doing. He sends his profuse apologies and thought you might find this film helps pass the time. He won't be more than an hour at the most."

"OK, whatever." Said Kate. "We're in no state to drive anyway!" 

Frobisher turned on the television set in the corner of the room and inserted the tape.

"I think you will enjoy this." He said as he poured them each another glass of champagne and stood there by the window.

As they sipped their drinks and watched disinterestedly as the film started, Kate stroked Claudia's thigh affectionately. Claudia was paying little attention until suddenly Kate's grip tightened and her nails dug into her flesh, almost hard enough to draw blood.

"Hey, take it easy." She yelled.

"Have a look at this, sister!"

"Holly shit!"

Now their attention was fully focused as they watched the screen in a state of disbelief. At first, it had appeared to be an everyday "hard-core" porn film with lots of close-ups, grunting and groaning and simulated orgasms – a lesbian love scene – tasty women too, Kate thought. Then she noticed the beauty spot on the blonde one's backside; she remembered the interview the other day.

"My god. It's us! Fuck me dead!"

After a short period of horrified silence, they both started to giggle. Whether it was the champagne or just the outrageous situation, they were never sure. But somehow it became funnier and funnier as they watched themselves cavort and began to mimic the noises and language on the film.

"Oh yes, Claudia. You're so good. Eat me! Fuck me! Oh I'm cumming, I'm going to explode." Claudia imitated Kate's mid-West accent.

"Oh Katie, Katie, Katie. Finger fuck me harder, harder, harder!" Kate mimicked Claudia's New York voice.

They laughed and laughed and laughed, tears pouring down their faces. Even Frobisher joined in the laughter – butlers weren't supposed to join in the guests' fun and he was a consummate professional. Somehow, it was infectious; he couldn't help himself. 

"Why, Frobisher, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Claudia laughed. That started them off again. She poured a glass, walked rather unsteadily over and handed it to him.

"No, madam. Thank you; I'm on duty."

"Come on, you're not a fucking policeman. I hope not anyway!"

"It's no good, darling." Kate exclaimed. "Can't you tell? He's English – they're all so repressed. All those all-boy schools and cold baths." 

"You're right. I bet he would enjoy a very good spanking though!" Claudia went right up to Frobisher and put her arms around him. She whispered in his ear: "What would you really like, Frobisher? Tell me. Or do you prefer boys?"

As he stood there trying to look dignified, Claudia put her hand between his legs and rubbed up and down the front of his pants.

"I tell a lie, Katie! Frobisher can get excited after all. Come and see for yourself." 

Kate was even more the worse for wear but staggered over to them.

"Let me see. My, my, who's a big boy? Keep watching the film, Frobisher. This won't hurt – I promise."

She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. Her fingers soon extricated what she wanted from his underwear and pulled it out. It was about eight inches of rock hard Englishman and Katie had always fancied the English. She licked off a drip of pre-cum, relishing the sharp salty taste, a pleasant contrast to what she had enjoyed from Claudia. She took his shaft into her mouth and sucked him as far up as he would go; she heard him gasp with pleasure and felt his hands on her head, pulling her up and down. She loved the taste and texture and hardness of his impressive manhood as he took him into her throat. She moved her mouth up and down slowly and seductively.

Claudia was back sitting back watching them, absentmindedly fingering her clitoris. 

"Are you off duty now, Frobisher?" she laughed scornfully.

"No, madam. I always try to fulfil my guests' needs and your friend here still seems thirsty."

"Is that a promise, Frobisher?" Claudia stood up and came over to them again. She pulled Kate back.

"Step aside, sister. I want some too!" As Kate stood to one side, Claudia pulled hard on his pants so they fell to his ankles. "Let's see how strong you are, big boy!"

She opened her legs and put her arms around his shoulders. Then she lifted herself up, just far enough to get on top of him as he bent his knees slightly to accommodate her. She was so wet that he slid easily into her; she used her arms to control the speed at which his long thick dick penetrated her. God, it felt so good as he began to rock her up and down. Kate enjoyed the sight of him pulling in and out like a piston, Claudia's pussy skin moving in and out with his dick. Soon she was all the way in, her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh where Kate licked them up and sucked and tongued his tight hairy balls.

She had never experienced anything so big and strong before. The sensitive loving touch of a woman was all very well but this was hard, primeval sex – pure animal lust between two strangers.

"Fuck me Frobisher, you English bastard. Show me you're a man!! Harder or I'll tell Mr Maddox about you!"

This sent him to a higher level of passion. He eased her off him. Then he threw her roughly face down on to the floor and pulled her legs apart, ramming a finger up her tight arse-hole. He positioned his head against the opening.

"You'll never get it up there, you bastard." She screamed.

"We'll see about that, Madam."

He drove in with all his power. She was tight, but he was determined and strong enough to drive all the way in and begin to move back into the same fucking rhythm. He kept going hard and fast.

"No, please. Stop! Stop!" She yelled. "Katie, please stop him." Then as Kate put his hand on his shoulder to pull him off: "No leave him, Katie. I need it!! Fuck me, Frobisher, fill me up! Fuck me! Harder!! " 

By now she was gibbering with frenzied pleasure; she had two fingers up her own pussy and was trying to fuck herself to the same beat as him. As her final orgasm began to build, stronger than she had ever known or even contemplated, Kate was kissing and getting ready to stifle her screams.

"I love you, Darling." She whispered.

By now Frobisher was out of control pummelling up her; suddenly his whole body froze, followed by one last thrust all the way up that tight, tight hole. He exploded as her massive last climax racked her body. He flooded up her in several warm squirts with an enormous deep grunt. Then he very carefully eased out and lay exhausted on the carpet beside her. 

At last he remembered who and where he was.

"Will that be all, Madam?"



Kiss Meets Her Master



It had taken Him months to finally track down the slut from the chat room.  The girl known as whip-n-kiss drove Him crazy with her playing and openness in the room.  He knew that given the chance in real life she would be just as slutty even if she only says she was playing in the room.

  He stood outside the hospital waiting for her to leave after another day of nursing.  taking a final drag off the cigarette hanging between His fingers he saw her exit the school.  Tossing the butt aside He walked behind her watching for which car she walked to.  His surprise was mild when she left the parking lot and began to walk down the street towards the darkened alley until He remembered the lone car parked there.

  "This couldn't be any more perfect.  Shes begging for it," He mumbled to Himself.  Picking up His pace, His soft soled shoes hardly making a whisper on the concrete, He approached her from behind and threw His arm around her throat and slapped His other hand on her mouth to stop her surprised scream.  He feels her not only trying to scream but  actually driving her ass into His crotch.  Feeling her body squirming in His grasp causing is already hardening cock to throb lightly.

  "I can snap your neck slut so if you want to get out of this happy stop screaming," He growls into her ear.  Immediately she stops screaming but doesn't stop her bucking and writhing.  Removing his hand from her mouth He grasps the top of her light sundress and pulls hard on it feeling it tear down and releasing her breasts to the cool evening air.  His one arm still around her throat he takes one of her breasts and squeezes it hard not trying to be gentle at all with her flesh.  Under the palm of His hand He can feel her nipple growing hard and smile  knowing she now she truly is a slut just like he thought.

  With a sudden turn He throws her against the wall of the school stunning her briefly.  While shes stunned He grabs the torn sundress and violently rips it apart splitting it all the way down and through the hem.  In shock more then anything she raises her arms covering her breasts leaving her clean shaven pussy bared to His eyes.  In a split second His gaze devours the woman's softly tanned skin and a wicked smile takes His lips.  Slamming His arm across her upper chest he pins her against the wall as His fingers violently explore her pussy forcing her legs apart with a single knee between hers.  She begins to take in air to scream again and to stop it He crushes His lips over hers forcing His tongue into her mouth.  Before she can bite down on His tongue he pulls it back and bites her lip hard leaving the marks of His teeth on them.  He can feel her growing wet even as she tries to fight Him off  her small fists beating uselessly against His chest.  With cruel force He drives two of His fingers deep into her cunt and feels he gasp under His violent kiss.

  Driving His fingers harder and deeper into her she begins to buck her hips into Him  her fighting growing less and less as her natural sluttiness begins to take her over.  Spreading her legs a little more so He had more access to her she begins to moan and kiss her unknown rapist back.  At first her heart had pounded out of fear  but now it pounded by desire for this Man to just fuck her.  Her hips moving in time with each of His strokes.

  His grin growing larger as He pulls His lips from hers His cock throbbing almost painfully inside His pants He pulls His fingers from her soaking cunt.  Grabbing a fistful of her hair he again throws her towards her car.  She hits the side of her car in the stomach.  Pushing her head won to the hood of the car and crushing her breasts.  His other hand quickly unzips His pant and releases His cock. Lifting up her torn skirt to reveal her ass and cunt He rubs the head of His cock over her slit briefly before He drives it deep into her pussy with a soft grunt.  Her wetness letting His thick cock slip easily into her. She backs into Him wanting Him as deep as possible in her but He pulls his cock out.

  Taking His cock in his hand he presses it to her ass.  A moment of fear crosses her heart as she has never taken so thick a cock into her ass but knowing shes powerless to stop it.  With no thoughts of the slut  just thoughts of His own pleasure he pushes His cock into her ass  only going as slow so He can savor the tightness of her.  He cunt begins to spasm from feeling Him fill her ass.  Her fear once again turning to complete lust.  His cock stretching her ass just to the point of pleasurable pain.  His hand releases her head as He grabs her hips in both hands and begins to drive His cock in and out of her ass His balls slapping her clit with each stroke.  She raises her head from the hood and arches her back slightly her breasts lightly brushing the hood of her car as her moans begin to fill the air, not even thinking that if someone looked out the window of the school they would probably see her getting raped.  He groans begin to grow louder as His hips slap into her.  The feeling of her tight ass of knowing He had found the right girl filling His thoughts as His cock begins to throb harder.  With a loud yell He empties His seed into her ass yet never stopping His savage thrusts, only slowing them.  After His orgasm subsides He pulls His cock out. and zips His pants back up.  She only collapses on the hood of her car breathless but wanting more her lust not satisfied when she hears Him say, "Take Me to your house slut.  Your Mine now and I am going to show just how much you belong to Me."