The Fourth
In the United States of America the Fourth of July was a very important holiday. It meant patriotism. It meant freedom. It meant liberty. It meant that the flag was still there even if those bombs had burst in the air all through the night.
For Jess, it meant fireworks.
From the time she was a girl just barely old enough be able to stay up late enough to see those celebratory explosions of light dance through the air that proclaimed the flag’s persistence instead of threatening it she had adored them. She savored every part of the experience. The glow sticks before it got dark enough, the hot dogs, the fun times running around in the grass with friends and family, but when it came down to it those things just weren’t the same if they didn’t precede the hissing, the whirring, and the deafening explosions that ended with bright bursts of colored light dancing in her eyes as they fell from the sky.
The Fourth of July was a sacred day for Jess. When she was younger, it meant spending all day in eager excitement imagining which colors would come first and which would be the finale. As she got older that continued, but it became even more of a ritual. She never bought fireworks herself – she wasn’t much for breaking the law and the ones she could buy were pitiful – but she found other ways.
A week before the Fourth every year she dyed her hair a dark starry black so the same colors that filled the sky would cover her hair and she loved seeing her bangs light up red, blue, green, or silvery white just like the sky beyond them. She would buy heavy duty glow sticks. She would get time off work.
Even when she moved out of the city where she’d grown up, she still went back every year just for the fireworks. It was a long drive, but at least it wasn’t a plane ride.
Every year Jess looked forward to watching the sky come alive with light, and for the air around her to fill with that sizzle of good will that only seemed to happen so strongly when over a thousand people were awed in unison by simple colored explosives.
One year stood out from all of the others in that it was the first year she was staying at a hotel instead of with her parents in the house she’d grown up in. They’d decided to move to Florida to live out the rest of their days in the sun with constant threat of hurricanes so Jess really didn’t have much of a choice. It was a nice hotel though, and the excitement of what the next night would bring was enough to help her resist the urge to open up the mini bar.
She must have spent twice as long forcing herself to fall asleep, but at least she would wake up later than usual and that would make the wait a little bit less painful. This was going to be a different experience and she knew it; for the first time this was really her Fourth of July and not a family affair.
A part of her wondered if that meant she would find romance, or if it would kill the entire experience. Jess was more than sure the fireworks could make up for being nagged about being single. It couldn’t be worse because of the fireworks anyway.
When she finally fell asleep, curled up under unfamiliar sheets in an unfamiliar room, she had familiar dreams of lights exploding across the sky and making the world that much more beautiful.
Even asleep, Jess could barely wait for the Fourth.
Thanks to her insomnia Jess had woken up at a quarter past two instead of her usual five a.m. on the dot. She’d taken her time getting ready to waste as much of the daylight as she could but there was only so much to do. She’d taken a very long luxuriating shower, had an overstuffed breakfast, and even tried to distract herself with some television. When all of that was done and she could no longer stand the TV it was only five o’clock.
It was around this time that her family always used to go down to the park to wait anyway, so it felt to Jess as if fate was striving to keep her tradition just the same even if it lacked her parents. The thought thrilled her and she was down at the park waiting for nightfall in no time.
Of course, being summer nightfall was still a long time away. In a bag she’d brought her glow sticks and a liter of cherry coke that wasn’t for imbibing until the sky turned dark but not black. She sat in her favorite place in the park, right on the grass where she knew all she had to do was fall onto her back and she would have the perfect view of the sky. It made her a touch predictable but she didn’t mind that much at all. This wasn’t about anyone else. This was sacred.
Feeling a little silly and nostalgic Jess decided to fall back onto the grass and close her eyes. After a moment of enjoying the evening’s summer sun melting over her she shifted, sprawling her arms over her head and half moving onto her side to stretch and squirm her slender legs to get comfortable as she could.
It felt nice to slowly shift and feel the grass rub against the bare length of her legs and her arms. With how warm it would be even late at night Jess didn’t see the point of wearing more than a pair of cut-off shorts and a white tank top.
Just when she felt twisted in the right ways to be perfectly comfortable a voice broke her private reverie. “So you’re just going to lay there and wait for it to get dark enough? You know that’s going to be hours from now, right?”
When Jess fluttered her blue eyes open the first thing she saw was dark red hair flowing down towards her. After that she saw a pretty if not too thin face, and pretty brown eyes above black painted lips. It was annoying to be jolted out of her relaxation by a woman who looked like some snot teenager with an eating disorder and a bad taste in makeup, but Jess assumed she would be easy enough to get rid of. “Yes. I don’t feel like running around this year, I just want to relax. Leave me alone, please?”
The red head twitched and stood up, and her hair followed her. “I just thought you might like some company. It’s going to be a long wait . . . but I can help that time pass a lot faster . . .”
“. . . No thanks. It’s nothing personal but I’d rather just lay here on my own and soak in the sunlight. Thanks for the thought.” The young woman’s impressive height was the last thought that occurred to Jess before she closed her eyes perfectly willing to ignore the woman as long as it took for her to leave.
For a moment it felt like the shadow that the red head pooled over her was going to leave and take its owner along for the trip but instead she heard the sound of grass rustling as the very same woman collapsed peacefully to the ground beside her. She didn’t say a word or touch Jess, but she was lying right beside her. It was quite unnerving.
Jess resisted the urge to ask her to leave or even talk to her at all. She could wait for the fireworks. Those were what she was there for after all. Giving the strange girl attention would only make her stay.
What must have been five minutes later she heard the sound of a throat clearing, and mumbled as she fluttered her eyes opening. More of the shadow moved over her as the red head sat up, leaning faintly over her. “Okay. How about this? You close your eyes again, and I’ll make the fireworks start. How’s that sound?”
“You can do that?” Her heart started twirling around in her chest excitedly as Jess pondered that. The thought of everything going sweetly dim enough to watch her favorite sight in the world was so exciting! It was hours away, but she could make it happen sooner? It was exciting.
“Mmhmm. See, I’m not so bad when the person I’m trying to talk to is making an attempt to be nice. I can make it from broad daylight to pleasant darkness as easy as you can close your eyes.” The woman held up her hand and snapped her fingers as her dark lips curled in a sensually dark grin. “Of course, if you would rather wait, then I can leave, but I don’t think that would be very exciting so you’re better off just going along and closing your eyes. Worst case, nothing happens, right?”
Something felt off about this woman but Jess couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Whatever it was, she didn’t care. Without her family around to talk to, and not being in the right mood to track down an old friend, there was just the night to wait for. Now, she didn’t really feel like waiting.
Jess nodded and closed her eyes with a bright smile. “True. Well, my eyes are closed! I don’t know how you’re going to pull this off but I look forward to finding out!”
“I know you do, and you’ll enjoy it more than you could imagine.” As soon as the words were spoken, in the most sensual and mischievous tone imaginable, Jess felt a body moving on top of her straddling her hips and before long pinning her wrists into the cool grass.
“Hey! What’re y- . . . y . . . you . . .?” As soon as she’d felt herself pinned Jess’s eyes had opened quickly only to find brown eyes directly in front of hers. That strange woman had crawled on top of her!
She might have been stupid to be so over eager to make the time pass but she hadn’t wanted to make it pass by having some strange woman trap her down against the earth and fuck the time away! Jess twisted and tried to struggle, but for being so bony this woman’s felt stronger than a thousand tons of reinforced steel.
“I, am going to make the time pass . . . and you, are going to lie back, and take it, like the little light slut you are.” The woman’s voice had a certain bite to it, and a certain . . . certainty to it.
What really stood out, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them, were the woman’s eyes.
They were only brown at first, and as the strange woman’s forehead pressed to hers, they began to shift and warp, turning black so subtly that Jess could barely perceive it. All she could see was that she was staring into gorgeous and impossibly dark eyes. All that she felt, all that she knew, was that darkness that was melting over those eyes, melting over the world, and melting into her.
As soon as she’d felt it overtake everything, felt the darkness consume her, consume the world, consume the woman holding her down though she’d lost the desire to fight, lost . . .
She was back on the grass again, but it was dark. There was no sun, no light at all, and no woman holding her down though she felt no desire to rise.
Then above her the first burst of bright colorful light exploded into the sky. She didn’t know how or why it had went from early evening to what had to be the middle of the night, but it was hard to question. All Jess knew for sure, was that the first burst of color was red. It was red like that woman’s hair but brighter, and she felt each popping point of light sizzling into her between her eyes and between her legs.
Before, when light filled the sky had simply filled her with wonder and a simple feeling of happiness. It had always felt like the kind of simple pleasure that children appreciated more than adults.
But after her experience in pure darkness, in a place outside of time and outside of light, the colored lights were a much deeper tender pleasure that no young mind could comprehend much less appreciate. Every light was a bliss that stimulated every fantasy, every desire, every part of her body and mind. Jess had never been so wet, or felt such a strong submissive yearning.
Above her the second light exploded. Unlike the first it was a deep blue. However, like the first, it was as deeply satisfying. Every small piece of that light was infinite new experiences. They were new licks to the tip of her clit, and nails raking through her mind and rending it asunder.
She hardly noticed when she was lifted from the ground and pulled back into the woman’s lap. Her fingers curled around the bottom of Jess’s top, and slowly pulled it over her pale breasts. They were modest, but the woman hardly minded with how perfectly they fit into her hands, how soft they were, and how well they took the light of the fireworks overhead.
Bang! The third exploded into the air, followed closely by the fourth. Green and white light filled the sky, and the eyes of Jess as the woman grasped her nipples and twisted them up towards the lights. She didn’t speak, but Jess heard her voice echoing in her mind as the lights sizzled into her. Mmm, that’s right, you like the lights, don’t you? You like the lights filling you, the lights shining on you, the lights making you into a hot wet simple little slut. My simple little slut. Say “Yes Mistress Marianna.”
“Yesss Mistress Marianna!” Jess’s voice was a loud scream as the fifth, sixth, and seventh fireworks exploded in the air and crackled as they sizzled down. Silver, gold, and purple sizzled into her mind and filled her wet pussy as Marianna’s fingers pressed against the crotch of her shorts.
Her fingers felt like they were penetrating the jeans, penetrating the thin underwear just beyond them, and penetrating her most tender places. Not only did she feel the fingers thrusting the lights directly into her pussy, but she felt them bringing the lights from the sky, to the depths of her eyes. She could feel the lights tearing through her inhibitions, through herself. Already they mattered so little, the lights, her Mistress, had taken that importance away.
Mmm, such a good little slut. You just wanted to watch the lights, that was all? Then watch them. Soon you’ll just be my little light slut. You don’t even get to keep your name. Your name will be light slut. You are light slut.
“Light slut!” Eyes moved towards her, but Light slut didn’t care. Jess had melted away between her thighs when the tenth light burst, pure white. It had been so much bigger than all of the rest, and the light had made every small little particle that fell from the sky land right where Jess had been. Her panties were soaked, and her jeans were almost black. Light slut quivered and screamed as she felt a nipple pinched with another blue light.
Everywhere Marianna’s hands moved, everywhere that the shadow touches of her fingers thrust, the memories of Jess melted away from Light slut’s mind and Light slut’s body.
Her orgasm hit at the fifteenth light, a rainbow light that was pushed right into her ear when Marianna blew a strong burst of air at just the right moment. It was harder and harder to think, even as Light slut, when Marianna shoved her onto her stomach and began to pull off her shorts. Light slut didn’t care, she just watched the lights as they sizzled and popped her away.
It’s fun to fuck a woman away, and have her responding to words no one hears. No one can see me, feel me, or hear me, but you. To them, you’re some strange woman prostrating herself, undressing herself . . . and soon enough no one else will see you again. Soon you’ll cum away everything, and be mine forever. My Light slut.
“Wanna lose it all! Wanna be Mistress Marianna’s Light slut forever!” She watched the lights, but their meaning wasn’t there. The fingers of light that thrust into her pussy as Marianna kneaded her ass were there, as were the lights that twisted her nipples and slid their nails through her scalp.
It all felt so impossibly good, so impossibly hot. Light slut barely comprehended the grand finale. There was too much light and too little Jess. By the end she was screaming helplessly, and then limp, lost.
Marianna kneeled, and lifted her slave up. “It’s time to go, little light slut. We have to go and get you acquainted with your new, and far sluttier place in life . . . One of your slave sisters is going to tell me where to find a good sale for Christmas in July . . . I think next time I’ll buy a redhead with my five finger discount.”
Light slut simply moaned a yes as more magical fingers played between her legs, and she walked away from the park lead by her Mistress.
Eyes followed the afterglow, but before long, there was nothing to follow but a flash of red light.