Jennifer
lay on my bed, waiting for the dawn light to stream through my window.
“We still have about 15 minutes,” I said. “Want to go again?”
She smiled with little humor. “Don’t be greedy, Seth. Three times is enough.”
True,
especially for someone who had still been a virgin two hours ago. “You
said I could do anything I wanted until sunrise,” I smiled. “I bet I
could cum again.”
“You’d be betting with your life,” she answered. “If you’re in contact with me when the light takes me, you’ll die too.”
I
sighed; not this again. She’d told me two weeks earlier that she’d been
“turned” and couldn’t see me anymore. I’m glad she changed her mind on
that part, at least. “Jennifer, you are not a vampire, and the sunlight
will not immolate you.”
“I’m
glad you were my first, Seth, and that I was yours.” She was crying; I’d
never seen her do that. “You don’t know what the craving for blood is
like. I haven't had any yet, though I desperately want to; but I don’t want to
hurt anyone, especially you. And I’d rather die than lose my soul for
eternity.”
It was
easier to just let the sun come up and prove her wrong than to argue,
so we waited. I thought the shimmering haze coming off her crotch was an
illusion, but the haze became more substantial, and her skin blistered
and cracked.
The
pain became too much for her; she bolted from the bed into the dark
corner, screeching like a wounded animal. Her wild eyes turned to me and
without warning she sprang. Just as her teeth closed over my neck, a
wooden stake burst through her chest, almost impaling me. Jennifer
disappeared in a cloud of dust, and a blond was kneeling over me.
“I’m Buffy,” she said. “Wow, that was close!”
313
words exactly, so I’ll have to donate two toys to Toys for Tots. I
usually do anyway, so I don’t mind. But there’s no way I could have
written anything worth reading if I’d stuck to 213 words. I still may
not have, lol.
It
felt a little too obvious to go the vampire route, but it felt even
more, uh... too obvious to write about the friction from sex causing the
poor girl’s nether regions to smoke. And since we couldn’t use the word
“smoke”, it was just easier this way.
The
picture does remind me of a joke that I’m sure you’ve all heard, that my
Psychology professor told us in our Human Sexuality class one day: A boy
asked a girl “Do you smoke after sex?” The girl said “I don’t know;
I’ve never looked.”
Hopefully
my Joke of the Week will be better. Meanwhile, click on over to
Advizor’s site and read the other entries for this week’s Flash Fiction
Friday!
Whew! Buffy got there just in time! Everyone had similar thoughts this week. Great take!
ReplyDeleteAhh Buffy. A relic from my teenage days. ;-)
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