Short Story

She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

“Yeah.” Robbie stood and walked around the bar. He placed his hands on her shoulders and searched her face. “You always want to fix things. Fix people.” Jen jerked back, but Robbie squeezed her shoulders and did not let go. “Common, Jen. Ever since Adam’s wife kicked him out, you’ve waited on him hand and foot. Heck, you even begged ‘em to move in with you, not that it took much convincin.”

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

Angie stalked off. Jen followed her; she’d prepared her speech. She would give her reasons for not responding to Angie’s constant demands without nagging; ask her in a reasonable way to stop harassing her, tell she couldn’t afford to keep up with Hayley and her friends. She would keep her voice low and steady; she would be firm but reasonable.

Gentle footsteps pattered across the hardwood floor as Ariana roamed into her kitchen, melodies from her phone flowing through the stereo. It was eleven o'clock at night, and an unbounded joy seemed to surge through the brunette's veins. Liz would be there at any moment, leaving them to spend their night together as they had done years back. Life had taken ahold of their friendship, and, although it still stood strong, opportunities for them to get together were far and few between. Since the two had first met, Ariana always admired the other girl. There was something about her confidence, or maybe even the way she carried herself. Just the thought of Liz could usually bring a truly authentic smile to her face, and in a way no one else seemed to do, as well.

She drew a long breath and exhaled slowly, her narrow shoulders shuddering with a mixture of exhilaration and abject dread. To Garman’s great relief, she said nothing more, but simply leaned back into him, pressing her body into his own. He could feel her heart palpitating, a relentless staccato throb against his chest.

Just endure a little while longer, Jen told herself. They have to leave soon, they just have to, if they hope to evade law enforcement. They wouldn’t have time to torment them long. The thoughts brought her little peace as she licked the softening cock of her first rapist, but Alyssa’s cries sharpened her resolve. She could protect the girl, again. She could do this, and spare Alyssa the horror. There was no choice.

The awe and confusion on his face had prompted her to kiss him again, eventually he kissed her back. All the pent up emotions from the day came out in their kisses. She held his face in her hand as she tried to show him that he was not a monster. He timidly wrapped his arms around her and she let her feelings lead. Leaning into his embrace she let her own hands tug at his tunic. She removed her own shirt and hip scarf. Taking his trembling hands in her own soft brown ones, she guided him and showed him how to touch her. From there, any remaining clothes were removed and they found comfort in each other’s embrace. It was a pleasurable experience for both, his sweet inexperience was exactly what she had needed after a long day of heavy emotions. Having him help her escape had never been a motive of her plan, but when he offered she gladly accepted. She never regretted their one night together. He had never mentioned it and she had never dared to either. It was a secrete just between them. She had been his first, she was also the first person to look at him and tell him he was not a monster. She knew he had feelings for her, but he had never interfered with her relationship with

“You’re all squirmy. Everything good?” She asks quietly. He nods, and smiles at her over his shoulder before turning back to the front. Mrs. Jackson was glaring at them. Pete stares down at his lap, no longer able to focus on anything but his thoughts. He hated how weak he was. No one had made him feel this vulnerable, not even the summer he spent thinking he was in love with his childhood friend, Mikey. Pete’s eyes dart to the clock above the whiteboard. ‘Only four more minutes left.’ He breathes a mental sigh of relief.

"Who's that boy that walked you to our door?" My mom queries, scaring the life out of me when she pops out of nowhere. I had just finished locking the door behind me and I just wanted to go upstairs and change into some pajamas. But I guess not.

The heat of her body radiated, and he breathed deeply, letting his lungs fill with the honey musk of her sweet skin. His eyes sought more and slipped away unnoticed, meandering up her arm, and comfortably lounging on her chest. The shy angel-soft skin of her plump cleavage peeked in and out from the top of her blouse with each stroke she drew, begging to escape its imprisonment. Maybe, if he fixated on it long enough, one would get the courage to break free, popping a button on its way out to embrace its new wild freedom. Then he’d have to catch it with his cupped hand, none of this being his fault, he was just helping. She would then have to insist he stay after class to help her more …

They started their class that morning and were thrilled. They listened intently knowing they might soon be an astronaut themselves.

Returning to the Temple courtyard with the lingering burn of lust still in his veins, Phenix followed Kalyssa to what he presumed were the sleeping quarters. It was impossible not to notice the provocative swing of her hips in black pants that hugged her legs when she crossed the yard and stepped onto a verandah.

Taehyung gasped loudly, expecting the worse, but only whimpered softly, melting onto the door once it all sank in.