Sneak Peek: 5-5

A sneak peek from the scene currently in progress, Chapter 5-5: The Death of David Saunders.

As with all sneak peeks, these are liable to change before publication.

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            “Time flickered. The four of us stood outside my block of condos. The air was cool, the moon pale behind patchy clouds. We stood in a line silhouetted by streetlights behind, our shadows stretching towards the bright door of home. We listened to the distant hum of the city beyond the trees. The light of distant streets bled in lurid hues across the horizon, urban aurora borealis as captivating and meaningful as the real thing. We gazed at the sky and then at each other; but you stared into the darkness beyond the building.

            “Tom stood behind you and his hands were at your hip, then your waist. You couldn’t see his face. He bore an expression unlike any I’d seen there before: strange and ugly and hungry but also infatuated and filled with wonder. I say strange to me, but probably familiar to you: after all, how many girls have you picked up together? Fucked, together? Maybe you’ve seen him pull that exact face countless times with the other bimbos he’s gone home with.

            “You shivered under his touch. His hands were uncertain, his touch tentative: like a dream, maybe he worried if he gripped you too firmly, you’d disappear. The whole night felt tentative, at that point, an enchantment still in progress.

            “Anyway, I guess he saw me watching, because he grinned and fondled your tits. And you giggled, once and shrilly, sharply cutting through the silence of the night. The spell over us broke. You ran away, a flutter of pink skirt fading into the night. Leaves rustled as you hid behind some trees and bushes. We could all hear your laugh. Tom chased after you, also laughing. Then, all went silent. Caleb and I waited. He stared at me, pale grey eyes intense and enigmatic. He raised his hand and fluttered his fingers as though presenting evidence. ‘I feel…’ He flashed a lopsided grin. His teeth were very white. “Interesting?” He caressed my cheek and my skin tingled.

            “Tom returned with you over his shoulder, slightly red-faced under your weight. You hung there quietly and without struggle. Blonde hair cascaded over your face and swayed with each heavy step. When it parted, your face was almost comically serious as you contemplated your position. He carried you into the building.

            “Time flickered again. Now, we were in my condo. I told it to dim the lights, play some music, set the mood. Your hand was in mine. I told the boys to make themselves comfortable. That the girls needed to freshen up a little. I tapped you on the nose. Smile, I said. With a gentle tug I led you into the guest bedroom.

            “You almost raised a protest when you saw the outfit waiting for you on the bed. I’d laid it out for you before heading to the restaurant. It was all I could do to not rub my hands together with anticipation.

            “You looked at me, wide-eyed. ‘No—please,’ you said. ‘Not this,’ you said. Your hands twisted in your skirts. ‘He can’t see—me, like this.’ Your lower lip trembled.

            “Your plea was no louder than a whisper, and I barely heard it. I pressed my finger to those plump lips of yours. ‘Hush,’ I said, ‘yes, this. He can; you will,’—and you bowed your head. Slowly, with my hands at your waist guiding you, I turned you and undid the buttons at your back. The pale dress slipped from your narrow frame and pooled at your feet.

            “I gave a little gasp, to see you in the lingerie I’d imagined, the powder blue bra and panties and garter belt, with delicate pink detailing. My hand trembled along the lines of your body. Every touch tingled, and each tingle echoed elsewhere in my body: in my nipples, in my clit, and deep in my belly. My grip on your shoulders tightened. You bit your lip and looked at me through half-lidded eyes.

            “‘I wore it for you,’ you said.

            “Oh, how badly I wanted you then. But—no. We were too far along. Instead, I helped you dress. There wasn’t time to swap your underwear over, and the dress was a tight fit without corsetry. But we squeezed you into it. It’s not like you’d be wearing it for long. And once we were done, you looked sexy as hell. I fluffed out your skirts and tweaked your bodice into place and stepped back to admire what I’d created, here, this night. Had I known it was the last time I would see you like this, maybe I would’ve made more of the moment. As it was, I had to pull my hands away from the satiny curve of your waist. The wet shine of your lips was nearly irresistible.

            “But the boys were waiting.

            “I left you there to finish primping in the mirror and find your feet in those stilettos. When I returned to the living room, Tom and Caleb were at opposite ends of the room. Tom stood at the long, narrow window—the same one I thrust you up against, that very first night, your tits squashed up flat against the glass—looking towards the city centre. Caleb sat on the sofa, legs crossed ankle to knee, foot swaying like a metronome. Eyes were fixated on the cushion in the corner. The same one on which you once knelt and watched us kiss, and waited.

            “Both faced me as I entered the room. ‘Where’s—’ Tom started; ‘Is she okay—’ Caleb said. I smiled and raised a hand to silence both. “Would either of you like a drink?”

            “Caleb didn’t say anything, but Tom nodded. ‘Yeah, sounds good.’ Hands in pocked, he stepped towards the drink cabinet. ‘Hey man, wine or whiskey?’ Caleb shrugged. ‘Feels like a whiskey night,’ Tom said, and reached for a bottle.

            “‘Let the maid do it,’ I said. I took his hand and led him to the sofa. He sat down at the far end opposite Caleb. Curiosity creased his forehead.

            “‘Maid?’

            “And then there you stood, blushing furiously under heavy makeup, eyes downcast and fingers fluttering in the fold of your short skirt. The white trim of the maid’s costume shone brilliantly, even as the ebony blackness of the body seemed to draw in the light. You looked up as the silence deepened and took hold. Three pairs of eyes stared: Caleb, in surprise and wonder; Tom, with undisguised pleasure and lust; and I….

            “I felt awful.