Deep Inside (3 page)

Sarah urged me into one of the stalls as we talked. I tried to get past her, but found myself swept along. I heard the click of the little lever as she flipped it over. We were locked together inside the stall.

“Here,” Sarah said, taking her hand and moving it down to the top of my skirt. “Let me show you what I mean.”

“But people are going to come in here,” I protested.

Sarah shook her head. “I don't think so,” she replied.

“Don't you hear that?” I said. “Someone's in here.”

I whipped my head around at the noise, but Sarah drew my face back to hers.

She pushed me against the wall until our lips were only an inch apart. Was Sarah going to kiss me? Janine had often extolled the virtues of messing around with other girls—had hinted, in fact, that she'd had one or two lesbian sessions herself. Tia claimed to have made out with another girl at camp when she was only fourteen. She bragged about it, and made sure all the boys in school knew about it. But the most I had ever done was dance with other girls and try to masturbate to a few girl-girl fantasies. But now I was growing hotter and more confused by the second.

Sarah merely talked and whispered into my mouth from a half an inch away, her breath warm, sweet, and dizzying.

“You can have some guy from this school break your lovely hymen—and face the most ordinary of lives ahead of you. Look at your parents. Because that's what you'll become. Or,” she said, her voice growling seductively, “you can pass over a different threshold. If you come to my house you will spend the day in the greatest luxury you'll ever experience. You and I will go to the mall together and shop. You'll dine at our table on a feast you've never imagined. I will prepare you myself for the moment. I'll bathe you in the milkiest waters and slip a white silk dress on your oiled and perfumed body.”

The words were like little bites and licks. I involuntarily opened my mouth, desperately wanting Sarah to kiss me.

But again, she only spoke. “And then you will be taken to the most special chamber in all the universe—”

“It's black and candlelit, isn't it? And it's down at the end of that corridor,” I whispered.

“Yes, I took you there in art class so you'd have a little taste. And you liked it, didn't you?”

I swallowed hard and helplessly nodded yes. I could hear the voices of other students outside the door. I hoped they'd come inside and rescue me and yet at the same time I longed for them to go away and leave me with Sarah forever.

“It's locked!” one of them cried.

“Locked? But it's never locked,” another voice shouted. “And I really gotta go. Oh, let's go get the super to open it.”

I heard them march off. And that was it. Sarah and I were truly alone.

I now felt the length of her body press against me more closely. Something was forcing its hot way into my mouth. Oh, God, I thought, I'm being kissed by a woman.

And in my mind, I was propelled back into the black chamber. The man with the leather cock ring was fucking me, and I could feel the soft caress of the woman holding my head. The combination of the gentleness of the woman's touch combined with the sharp pain of the man's thrusts…I writhed. Was this what it was to get close to orgasm?

In my fantasy, I opened my eyes in rapture, only to see the woman above me. Or was it Sarah's face? Yes, it was Sarah. And in her hands was an enormous knife….

I struggled my way back to reality.

“You're planning to sacrifice me, aren't you?” I cried. Despite my fear, my voice still groaned with excitement, an excitement I hadn't known I was capable of.

“Kill you?” Sarah asked, her voice dropping into a dark rich purr. “Why would we do that? What do you take me and my family for—backwoods serial killers?”

She laughed, relaxed her physical tension, and opened her velvet purse. She took out a long slender knife.

“How'd you get that past the school security?”

“I never went through it,” Sarah said. She held the weapon to my throat.

“Don't kill me,” I pleaded. But I was moaning, too.

Sarah ran her other hand up my thigh, and under my school-girl skirt. Her fingers lingered over the G-string straps.

“Mmmm, very sexy,” Sarah murmured. “Straps become you.”

She moved the cloth aside, and a finger slipped between my vaginal lips and found my hot little button. Sarah massaged it expertly, until I thought I would faint or die. Then she stopped and withdrew her hand. She raised it between us so I could see: there was menstrual blood on it.

“Oh no!” I said. “I'm so embarrassed. I'm not supposed to have my period now. Not for another three weeks!”

Sarah laughed and made a gesture. The blood crystallized into a crimson gem that sparkled and cast a red glow around us.

“Now do you realize what kind of precious blood your hymen stores?” Sarah asked. She took the knife away from my throat and replaced it in her purse. “Give me a call when you're ready,” she said, sticking out her tongue and placing my blood stone on it. Her eyes gleamed with rapture.

“You're crazy!” I said. “I wouldn't go near your house. How do I know next time you won't use that knife on me?”

“You don't.” Sarah laughed. “And that's exactly why you want to come to the black chamber and find out if I will.”

The door swung shut as she left.

I went to the sink and tried to steady myself. One of the stall doors opened. It was Janine.

“Were you there that whole time?”

“I sure was.” Janine's brown eyes were wide like flying saucers. “And, whoa, did I just hear what I thought I heard?”

“I don't know,” I said.

“Divine blood? Essence? I mean, that's crazy stuff! It's also kinda hot. But talk about kinky! Wow!”

The two of us paused. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. As I calmed down, the path before me suddenly became clear.

“So, what are you going to do?” Janine asked.

“I need to get laid by Mike on Saturday. And then this whole thing will be over.”

“Do you really think that'll get rid of her?” As usual, I couldn't tell if Janine was upset for my safety or thrilled at what she'd overheard.

“Don't worry,” I said. “It's just the blood from losing my virginity she's interested in. It's a weird fixation, but she doesn't care about anything else. I wouldn't go near her place. As soon as I get laid, the spell will be broken and she'll lose interest. But you can't tell anyone. Promise? Really. It would be dangerous if Sarah found out my plan.”

“Of course, of course. We're friends for life, remember?” Janine drilled. She was getting more agitated. It reminded me of how she got when she'd had too many Diet Cokes. She jumped around, gesturing with her hands, blabbing at warp speed. “I always said she was trash. I was so right. Ooh, but shouldn't we check it out? Notify the police or the school paper or the local TV news?”

I put my hands on Janine's shoulders to steady her.

“No,” I said. “This must be done in complete secrecy.”

On Saturday
night as I prepared for my date with Mike, I wondered what to wear. Jeans, or the miniskirt? Oh, the skirt, of course. At the key moment, it would be much easier to manipulate. I put it on and checked myself out in the mirror. Good!

The fantasies that had possessed me receded, and were now safely held in a locked cage at the back of my mind. Where they would stay forever, I thought resolutely.

Soon it would be over. My virginity would finally be a thing of the past. And, I thought, I would be safe from Sarah. What a weirdo! “Precious hymen blood,” my ass.

Thirty minutes later, when I hopped into Mike's SUV, he seemed impressed.

“Hey,” he said. “You look awesome!”

“Thanks,” I said. “You look pretty good yourself.”

He didn't start the car.

Why wait, I thought. “Look, we both know what we've got in mind. Let's go somewhere and do it right now.”

Mike looked startled. Had I been too blunt? Boys' egos were tricky things.

“I want you really badly,” I said in a hurry, to make him feel better.

“I don't know,” he said. “I was kinda planning on a movie and dinner first.”

So he was going to drag his feet? I couldn't believe it. Weren't boys supposed to be horny all the time?

“You do want me, don't you?” I asked.

I licked my lips in what I hoped was a seductive way.

“Yeah!” he said. “But what about the date part?”

“I can't wait that long!”

Mike turned the key in the ignition, then put his right hand on my thigh. “That's so cool you're horny. I like that. But let's take it one step at a time, okay?”

I took his hand and moved it under my skirt and up to my crotch.

He pulled his hand away. “I really do want you,” he said. “I just need to have something to drink first.” He pulled a can of beer out from under the seat, took a big slug, and handed it to me.

“Take me somewhere to make out,” I insisted. “Don't be such a wimp.”

“Sure, sure,” Mike said. “My parents will be out of the house after eight o'clock. Maybe we could go there.”

“I don't have the time. There's got to be some place to park in this town.”

“What's the rush, baby?” asked Mike.

But we drove off. A few minutes later, we turned right onto the road that led towards the farms on the outskirts of town.

Despite the urgency, I backed off for a few minutes to let Mike get his pride back. He seemed to need to talk on about things that had nothing to do with sex. Where was the cocky stud he always seemed to be at school?

We passed the last of the suburban enclaves. Beyond were fields and thick woods. We drove on.

Feeling impatient with his blab about teammates and hockey, I sneaked a look at my cell phone. I had a message from Janine. I pressed the retrieval key. Mike just kept talking.

“Cammie,” Janine was saying with unusual emotion in her voice. “I don't know if you've lost it yet, but there's something you should know. Call me ASAP.”

I turned my phone off and stuffed it back in my purse. Janine probably wanted to lecture me about putting a towel down for the blood. Forget her.

“Why don't we stop here?” I said, pointing to a clear area on the side of the road.

“The cops roam this road, you know,” Mike said.

“Yeah, but I'll make sure we're through before they get here,” I said.

I glanced out the window at the thicket of tall pines beyond. In the moonlight I could make out branches moving in the wind.

Mike seemed reluctant, but he parked the car and turned off the headlights. I helped him put down the backseat so there was a long flat area for us to make out on. Mike had brought no pillows or towels, so I pushed him down on the carpeted surface, and climbed on top of him. I took off my skirt and top. Mike licked his lips at the sight of me in a thong and bra.

“I was going to do this strip that Janine taught me, but there isn't time,” I apologized.

“It's fine, really,” he said. “That was wild enough.”

He sounded as nervous as he did excited. I gave him one big kiss, and started to unzip his pants.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he said, pulling my hand off.

“What's going on?” I cried. “Don't you want to fuck me?”

He looked up at me. He seemed incredibly shy. Was that shame I saw? Or pride? “I've never done this before,” he admitted.

“What?” I almost screamed. “You haven't? You're supposed to be the school stud!”

“It's all rumors,” he said sheepishly.

“Great! Another virgin!”

“I'm sorry,” he said. “But can't we start over? I like you. I really do and I would like for us to make it, but not like this. It sounds weird, but I think that having sex for the first time is special, not something just to be gotten out of the way.”

I was stunned. It had all come screeching to a halt. At the same time, a deep thrill was passing through me. He'd spoken a secret password and had opened up my soul. I climbed off of him and lay next to him.

“I agree totally,” I said. “It's like everybody wants to make you feel weird about it if you think the way we do.”

“So if we both feel special about losing it,” he said, “maybe that means we're perfect for each other.”

I was silent for a moment. My insides were becoming silky and calm. I felt like I could tell Mike anything. “Do you know Sarah Walker at school?”

“Sure,” he said. “The strange chick with the even stranger accent. Everybody knows her.”

“Well, don't laugh at me but she's some kind of demon, definitely. And this may sound completely insane, but she wants to have her people—or family, or whatever, I don't really know—do it to me for the first time.”

“Wow,” Mike said. So what if he wasn't very articulate, there was real sympathy in his voice.