; ; I was unzipping, unstrapping, falling into pajama pants and a ; tank. The city steadily panting out the window. Nothing will break the ; heat, not for days. It might take forever to scrub the sparkles and ; sweat off. It’s not worth it, not since Simon had it been worth ; it. In retrospect I had stomped around all night, sipping on gin & ; tonics in dark corners watching the gyrations of others, keen to grab ; hold of Simon’s butt and hold on. To grab on to his shoulders and ; shake. I was being such a bitch, because Simon is gone forever. No one ; will ever fill his place on the dance floor, in my bed, inside of my ; own trembling heat. And a hole is left, setting loose all the fun and ; frantic energy in my body and sending it to the rooftops and ; atmosphere. My every atom still cried out for him and it was agony.
; ; I had been a particular bitch to this one poor bastard. Red Sox cap ; pulled down tightly against his head. I hadn’t even let him get a ; word out. He walked up to me and simply opened his mouth and I laughed ; at him. He didn’t look like anyone else in the club, dressed like a ; frat boy. Moustache. Patriots’ jersey. What was he doing here? Why ; did they let him in the door? Hexxx must be slipping, Tex (maybe he ; adds two x’s, too, I’ve never seen it written) at the door must ; have been on crack. This poor little fella was in the wrong place, ; there wasn’t a TGI Fridays for miles.
; ; “No, no, no, little boy. Do not speak to me,” I said, ; giggling. “Go through puberty first.” I brushed past him, he was ; just a bit smaller than me. Like a little brother or something. Not my ; type at all. But I shouldn’t have been cruel to him. He wasn’t ; grabby, he didn’t put a line on me. It felt like an anvil tied to ; my shoulder blades, a pinprick hole in my gut. I’m not a cruel ; bitch, at least I wasn’t until lately.
; ; In a blink I was in bed, my head still thumping from the hollow ; beat. I could smell the smoke pouring out of my skin. I felt filthy ; and I wanted to disappear. But I tossed and tossed. A lethal combo of ; horny and guilty, I guess. My radio clicked on and began to play a ; song from the Pixies “Here Comes Your Man.” It was startling. I ; screamed a little, my heart freaking out. I sat up in bed and clapped ; on the light (the Clapper, from Zoe for X-Mas, what a cheap little ; tramp.) And there he was.
; ; It was that kid, whatever, from Hexxx. Red Sox cap tugged over his ; head. Sitting in my bean bag chair, hands behind his head. And I ; thought, my God, a motherfucking stalker. I oughta mace this ; psycho. But I wasn’t afraid. I mean, I had taken some kung fu ; classes. And the aforementioned mace was very nearby. It’s hard to ; explain, he sat in a dim blue light, I felt calm. How did he get in? ; We were 10 floors up.
; ; “Can we change the music please?” I asked. I hated the Pixies, ; my roommate in college played them constantly, they make me gag.
; ; He smiled widely, and held up a tiny chalkboard. It said “Hi” on ; one side.
; ; “Hi,” I said calmly. Why was I so calm? There’s a ; rapist/psycho-butcher in my room! Maybe he’s Spiderman or ; something. I hated that movie, too.
; ; He flipped the tiny chalkboard. On the back it said “Can I talk ; now?”
; ; “This is a dream, isn’t it?” I asked calmly. “If so, I ; would like to change the music right now!”
; ; He got up and perused my cd racks. He started laughing to himself and ; shaking his head.
; ; “What’s so funny?” I asked, kinda upset that this serial ; killer-intruder-type didn’t even have the decency to pretend he ; liked my music. At this point I was convinced I was having a strange ; undesirable dream.
; ; He pointed with his right hand to the cd player and the Pixies ; stopped. Now it played a Bob Dylan cd, I don’t know which ; one. Whatever, who cared.
; ; He plopped back into the bean bag and held up the tiny chalkboard ; again. “Can I talk now?”
; ; “What are you, some kind of mime? God, whatever, let’s hear it ; stalkerboy!” I wasn’t mad, I was kinda mellow. But I wanted some ; answers.
; ; “You were so mean to that kid,” he said in a surprisingly deep ; voice. An exciting one, it got my attention. He tossed the chalkboard ; aside. “What was up with that?”
; ; “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing my face with both ; hands. “I felt like a real bitch tonight. I shouldn’t have gone ; out. I’m just kinda pissed off. I miss an ex-boyfriend and…”
; ; ”Yeah, I know all that stuff, Tina,” he said, kinda smirkily.
; ; I freaked out. “Wait, why did I tell you all of that? Who the hell ; are you? What are you doing here? I’m gonna call the cops, man!”
; ; “Tina, c’mon, relax, you’re gonna wake up Lauren,” he ; said, not panicked or concerned.
; ; And I felt it, like air being released, my body being deflated a ; little. I wasn’t mad, I was very calm again. How did he do that? I ; was beginning to be very scared. I knocked on the wall a few ; times. “Lauren, Lauren, come in here,” I said, barely able to ; raise my voice.
; ; He just sat there smirking. God, that smirk. I heard stirring in the ; other room. We had woken her up. But I needed her for a minute. I ; didn’t know what else to do.
; ; She came in yawning. “Tina, what’s the matter? Everything ; OK?”
; ; I calmly said “Look, this guy broke into the house.”
; ; She squinted at the kid in the Red Sox cap and said, “Really?”
; ; “Yeah,” I said. “I met him at the club. He must have followed ; me home. Call the cops.”
; ; Lauren looked kinda incredulous. “Hey, man, you should get out of ; here. I’m gonna call the cops,” her voice didn’t raise ; either. A funny look came across her face and a sparkle glinted in her ; eye. As if she were in on some fantastic secret. He just sat there ; smirking.
; ; He looked up at Lauren. “Lauren, I’d like to see you naked.” ; he said gently.
; ; Lauren’s face glowed. Her eyes got wide and her mouth smirked. She ; had an oversized blue Sonic Youth T-shirt on. She pulled it up over ; her head and dropped her red panties. I watched in fascination and ; horror. This was a very odd dream. Lauren looked wonderful in the ; half-light, with the blue glow he threw off around my bedroom.
; ; “Thank you, Lauren,” he said with a wink. “Can I please have ; some lemonade? Tina, want some lemonade?”
; ; “No, thank you,” I said, almost automatically. Lauren twirled ; toward the kitchen.
; ; He looked at me again. “You shouldn’t have woken her,” he ; said with a smile.
; ; “Sorry,” I said. I was very confused. Nothing made ; sense. “You are that boy from Hexxx, aren’t you?”
; ; “Not exactly,” he said, taking off his jacket. He looked down at ; the Patriots’ jersey and chuckled. “Bledsoe doesn’t even play ; for them anymore.” He whipped of the shirt and threw on the Sonic ; Youth t-shirt Lauren had left on the ground. He gave it a sniff, ; enjoying Lauren’s perfume and shrugged. I guess he was trying it ; on, it fit OK.
; ; She returned from the kitchen with a glass of pink lemonade. She was ; smiling broadly and kind of unnaturally, but she seemed OK.
; ; “I’m gonna borrow this, Lauren,” he said quietly and firmly.
; ; “Yeah, OK,” she said. Lauren did maybe seem a little blissed ; out. Me on the other hand, I felt like my body was novacained. I could ; move my arms and legs but I didn’t want to. I was kind of stuck ; there, an audience-member.
; ; “Go into your room and wait for me, I’ll be in in an hour.” ; She turned again and walked out my bedroom door, closing it on her ; way.
; ; “Can you please tell me what’s going on?” I asked. I felt ; calm, but I was still kinda freaked and feeling cold and tingly. His ; blue light seemed to be fading somewhat.
; ; He dropped his cap on the bean bag chair. “I’m not that kid from ; the club, I just look like him. I’m here to feed off you, I’m ; sorry about that. Also on your roommate, now.”
; ; “Are you a vampire?” I asked, now sweating in the heat and the ; moment.
; ; “No, I’m not. I feed in different ways.” He stripped ; naked. This kid was definitely not my type. Yet there was a strange ; attraction, an odd smell coming off of this boy.
; ; “What are you then?” I asked, trying to move my hand to the ; phone or the mace I had as a key ring.
; ; “Don’t do that,” he said. I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I ; didn’t feel completely doped out or anything, I just had to do what ; he said. I could feel a long snake of sweat gather at my nipple and ; fall.
; ; “This is gonna feel a little strange” he said. He calmly walked ; to the bed and, well, just kept walking. He was ghostly or ; something. He had gone from solid to spirit, and he walked through the ; bed vertically while I lay on it horizontally. Where his body/spirit ; touched my body buzzed with an unspeakable sensation. I was petrified ; and addicted. I started to hyperventilate.
; ; He looked at me, his ghost standing through my midsection as zaps of ; pleasure circled where he stood. “Shhh, Tina. Just relax.” As ; soon as he said it, all panic left my body and I felt connected to the ; circling electricity. It hummed past my navel, now collecting with ; sweat. My pajamas and tank stuck furiously to my body.
; ; He turned and lay horizontally, face-up like me. We somehow where ; inhabiting the same space. I could feel all parts of him inside me, ; haloed with a deep, pleasing buzz. My eyes closed on their own, it was ; an intense feeling. I was frustrated with myself, I wanted to get up ; or scream or something. It was like I was in a waking coma, a ; whirlpool of desire. He had awakened every piece of me, all that was ; pent up in my heart and pussy. The feeling was indescribably ; horrifying and wonderful.
; ; His ghostly head became even with mine and I lost myself. I heard his ; thoughts and mine sunk silently under. He had complete control. His ; arms became and controlled my arms. My mouth opened on its own. The ; circling current was building and building. Our arms went for the ; center.
; ; I could feel his ghostly cock, not particularly huge or hefty, ; brushing inside, against everything, guts and ribs. It was lowered to ; my slit, and an image dawned across my face as I smiled. He was going ; to fuck me from the inside.
; ; How was all this possible? I had no idea. Maybe this was a dream, a ; hot, sweaty, furious dream. I didn’t care anymore. Our fingers ; began to twist and tempt my bud. Our others teased hard my left ; nipple, rawer than it’s ever felt. His cock popped up and out the ; top of my pussy. He felt ghostly but surging with energy. I’ve ; never felt so filled, so energized. I’d lost control of every ; direction, but not connection.
; ; The hole I had earlier felt felt filled, bursting. I wanted to escape, ; it was too wonderful, too intense, I was howling. Bathed in blue light ; I could not keep my eyes open or shut. His rthymn continued, his ; powers coursing. I did not know his name or what kind of being he ; was. But I was coming, wasn’t I? Oh, God. I felt like I was. It was ; nothing, a prelude.
; ; My arms were pinned above my head. I felt weak, too weak to fight. I ; did not have any idea what would come next, or if it were ; possible. His ghostly hands came to my ears and he began to quietly ; unscrew. I guess that’s the best description. He was removing my ; head from the rest of my body. It didn’t hurt, not at all. It was ; disorienting. I went from facing the ceiling back toward the pillow ; and then back. I could feel it unlatching: there was no blood or ; bone. He scooped my head off like he was picking a melon from a pile ; of melons at Stop & Shop.
; ; He placed me close-by on the bed, facing this strange scene. I saw my ; body, long and wet in the half-light, minus a head, being fucked from ; within by a blue cloud of light. I saw his penis, made of blue light, ; push through my bud, I felt it in my head as if it were still ; connected. My breasts jiggled and swung. I was breathing as if I were ; sucking in all of the oxygen in the room, my lungs doing the work, ; somehow still gasping when I gasped. The energy was building again, ; unlike before. None of this could really be happening, but I felt his ; hands grip the sides of my clit and I howled again, and then sustained ; a howl. I howled until I closed my eyes. I shattered into a million ; pieces, sliding between dimensions, feeling it course all over and ; inside me like a river of silk. It was unspeakable and slow and ; wonderful and frustrating and releasing. Every piece was ; simultaneously violated and filled. I came and came, I think, howling, ; sweating, weeping, coughing. I hung on the edge of consciousness.
; ; I could feel him tugging at a nipple with his teeth, roughly. But it ; felt warm. His hands were between my thighs. We were curled into a ; ball. My head was back in place.
; ; “Was that a hallucination?” I asked, dumbstruck.
; ; “There’s no time to explain,” he said. “We have to take ; care of your roommate.”
; ; “Why? I don’t understand. Just give me a minute to figure all ; this out,” I begged in a whisper.
; ; “Tina, get up.” I could feel my eyes glassing. I was still ; dressed in pajamas and tank. I bounced out of bed, it felt very good ; to obey him. We walked out and toward Lauren’s room. ; ; End of Part 1 [1 2] ; ;