Falling in Love (3 page)

That was pretty compelling.

There wasn’t a whole lot you could say
to that, was there?

“
You’re very beautiful,
Mallory.”

“
Thank you,
Skip.”

Scene Three

She had stripped completely naked,
taking her sweet time about it. She had finally coaxed Skip out of
everything but his pants. She had waved a condom in a packet in
front of his eyes and set him to getting some more beers. Skip had
found a couple of old plastic tarps in the back room. In behind the
front counter, the counter where he worked every day, they had laid
out a place.

Suddenly they were wrestling. She had
gone for his pants and he was still shy, still wondering if all of
this was real.

It was like he knew he shouldn’t do
it, but couldn’t think of a reason—there had to be some kind of a
reason. There were too many of them—there were a million
reasons.

Right?

It was too good to be true. It had to
be a trap or something.

“
Ah!”

“
I’m sorry!”

She had gashed his forearm with a
fingernail in their struggle for his modesty.

“
I’m so sorry, Skip. It’s
just the excitement…”

She bent to lick at the blood and he
just let her. She held his forearm with both lovely hands and
licked the blood for him.

“
Mallory…”

“
No. Don’t say it. Please
don’t say it.”

He let her pull off his pants. Her
eyes were like big black marbles, her pupils were dilated to the
widest extent and he didn’t think it was drugs either. His penis
wasn’t all that hard, although it was halfway. She put his pants
aside and pulled off his underwear.

“
Oh, my. God. Oh, my God.”
Skip was babbling, but she was just so lovely.

Her breasts were small but perfectly
formed and yet she was just out of reach.

“
Oh!”

Skip gasped and half-sobbed. Dave
would never believe this. Better yet, Dave must never be told about
this! It was an insane thought, but Skip enjoyed the insanity of
the moment. It was just too personal…for both of them, he
recognized.

It was really important to her…for
some reason.

She came up again, an intent look on
her face as she sought his eyes. She grabbed his wrists, and with
surprising strength, forced his arms up and back. She clambered up,
poised to drop down and impale her body on him.

He was gasping and fighting for air.
Her breasts were right there. Her face was inches away and he
stared up in a kind of torment.

“
Mallory.”

“
I know, I know.” She
lowered her face and inserted her tongue into her mouth, gently
moving her hips back and forth as lowered her body blindly
down.

She found the tip of his penis with
her labia. Their mouths unlocked. Mallory gazed deep into Skip’s
eyes.

“
I know.”

Propping herself up, she released his
hands to do their glorious work and slid down the shaft with a
wracking shudder of bliss. Her hands were on his shoulders and her
mouth was working and her eyes blinking on and off. Strange sounds
came out of her.

It’s not that she hadn’t
noticed before, but Skip was pretty big down there. She’d enjoyed
fellating him of course, but she really hadn’t thought it
through
, up until
now…the exhibitionism of it, the dancing, the demand for sex, all
of it combined.

There was no time to think.

That was a good thing.

Her first orgasm shivered through her
and she began to peep and shriek and gasp. She pounded on his
shoulders, but gently, falling flat on his chest and completely
losing control.

Now he grabbed her wrists, and now he
kissed her, and with the strength of that hairy bronze body,
somehow he lifted both he and Mallory, arms around her. He rotated
around and lowered her gently onto her back, still locked
together.

She lay flat, squeezing his buttocks
and moaning and panting softly.

His cock was still hard within her and
she called his name.

“
Oh, Skip, Skip. Fuck me,
Skip. Please…”

Her mouth was open, warm and
red.

He kneaded her breasts, watching her
react, and thrash, and moan, as he made a few very slow, deep
thrusts.

“
Ah, ah…ah…” She kept
going.

“
Mallory.” He thrust deep
into her. “Mallory.”

He thrust again, and again.

“
Ah. Ah. Ah.”

“
Mallory.”

He stopped for a moment, kissing her
again and again, nibbling under her chin. He took her nose into his
mouth and bit it gently, giving the tip of it a lick in
passing.

She gasped and chuckled and smiled up
at him, now stroking his hair with both hands.

There were tears in her
eyes.

There was a long moment of unspoken
communication.

Skip waited.

“
Mallory.”

“
Yes, Skip?”

Skip slowly withdrew his cock,
watching her bite her lip. Fresh tears welled up and her body was
torn by some deep, wracking sob.

“
I love you,
Mallory.”

Skip thrust deep into
Mallory.

“
Say it.”

He pulled out and did it
again.

“
Ah. Ah. Ah.” She writhed
and moaned, staring wildly up at him.

She wanted a kiss, but he stayed just
out of reach.

“
Say it.”

“
Ah. Ah. Ah.”

“
No. The other
thing.”

“
Ah. I—ah.”

“
What?”

“
I—I—I love you Skip.” She
smiled when she said it, crying and biting her lip
after.

She looked shocked. They both looked
shocked.

“
I really do.”

He smiled.

They rubbed noses, and giggled a
bit.

“
That’s
better.”

Skip wasn’t lying, either.
He loved her
insanely,
and somehow he knew he would love her, and would never stop
loving her until the end of time—or until death did them part,
whichever came first was fine with him.

It was a moment of truth, for good old
Skip.

They just lay there for a moment, eye
to eye and saying nothing. They needed nothing else, just each
other.

It happens that fast
sometimes.

Selena’s Escape

Scene One

The big barbarian had a strange look
on his face.

“
There’s something wrong
with this drink.” Standing at six-foot-five and weighing in well
over two-fifty, deltoids and biceps bulging, he eyed the Torellian
bartender suspiciously.

He poured the glistening red fluid
onto the top of the bar and then, losing his temper, threw the
glass at the rear mirror, where the glass shivered into tiny
fragments. The mirror shook and vibrated but remained intact, one
thin crack going through it on an oblique angle.

The room went quiet as the fellow
glowered. Bouncers, sensing a problem about to get out of control,
moved quickly in on either side on a nod from Chauncey Mifflin,
seated at his customary booth right by the kitchen door where he
could hold sway with his selected cronies and watch the
action.

The big man, sweaty highlights
gleaming off his face, turned and faced the barroom.

“
There’s something wrong
with my drink.” His head came down and he was fully aware of the
men on either side of him.

Even as Johnny Salon’s leg lifted in a
kick to the chin, something he had practiced over and over again as
a young lad, Olaf as he was called, dropped to a knee and pounded
an elbow into Johnny’s crotch in the area of the rectum.

Johnny’s subsequent gasp and collapse
were ancient news as the man Olaf stood up, and spinning on his
left foot, the right leg came straight around and on the level, and
Billy Bawb’s knee crackled with a sickening crunch as he screamed
and went down even as he raised his truncheon.

Chauncey sat with an arm around one of
his expensive babes, glass raised and thin cheroot sending thin
curlicues of smoke up and around his patrician head, elegant and
cool in the dark paneling and obscure light of Chauncey’s Bar and
Grille.

It was late on a Friday night and
three more of his staff rushed Olaf all at once from different
sides as the bartender groped under the bar for a cosh, unable
seemingly to tear his eyes from the fight but determined to get a
swipe in if he could and defend his turf.

“
Ooh!” It was a great show
as long as you weren’t involved, thought Chauncey.

“
Ah.” The gasps were torn
from a hundred throats and women cried out for them to stop
it.

“
Oh.!” The man was a
wonder.

Olaf banged a pair of heads together,
as the evening crowd, heavier than usual, stared in suspense and
winced with every blow he struck. Gagnier came at him with a
baseball bat, whirling it like a baton queen, and spinning it with
one hand over his head in calm demonstration of what he planned to
do. Ned and Barney came at the double out of the kitchen
area.

Olaf bolted, knowing he couldn’t win
against such numbers, with Gagnier narrowly missing a temple as
Olaf side-stepped, and then on seeing a solid phalanx of bodies
between him and the door, he bolted for the stairs and the upper
levels where the pleasure girls plied their trade.

“
He obviously knows his
way around.” Chauncey yelled over the crowd to the bartender. “You
should have given him a bigger dose!”

Chauncey winked and his party laughed
outrageously.

In three massive steps Olaf was up the
stairs and the whole crew boiled up after him, shouting profanity
and making obscene promises.

***

Her door slammed open and Olaf was
there.

He turned and tried to snap the
rickety old lock, and the knob broke off in his hand in his fury.
Olaf needed to get to her window, which backed right onto the alley
and there was only one way out. He braced against the
door.

Fists pounded on the wood and against
all of his strength, the solid maple slab began to push
inwards.

Serena hit Olaf in the back of the
head as hard as she could with a flat-iron she’d been warming on
the radiator prior to smoothing out some wrinkles in her
kimono.

Olaf slumped to the floor, the drugs
and the short sharp blow to the head finally more than that
remarkable body and those insane reflexes had ever been built to
handle.

“
I’m sorry.” A tear
dropped from her eye as the door was pushed open against the weight
of Olaf lying in the way.

The boys moved back and Chauncey
sauntered in, casually stepping over Olaf’s outstretched
arm.

“
Nice.” He nodded at the
boys. “Take him.”

He looked at the slender blonde girl,
taking in the situation.

“
Thank you.”

She still held the flat-iron, limp at
her side.

“
Gold.”

He snorted cynically, and grinned in
appreciation.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled
out three gold crowns. He held her eye for a moment, and then
opened his hand and let them fall to the floor. They clanked and
rattled and spun off in curving trails, each seeking its own fate.
Her face flushed but she made no move to chase them.

He smiled at that. Chauncey stood and
watched her for a while.

The body of Olaf, breathing quietly
and looking strangely peaceful in the sleep of the drunken man, was
dragged out of the room. There was something about her.

“
Why did he come in
here?”

Her face was impassive.

“
He likes me.” Olaf had
been coming around for a few nights now, some big raid up in the
north country had gone well and he was flush with cash, at least
for a few days as the pay of a warrior wasn’t that much.

A fool and his money were soon parted.
Chauncey knew an opportunity when he saw one.

“
Ah.”

With a nod, and with his mouth twisted
up in a curious feeling of jealous impotence, Chauncey turned to
go.

He stuck his head back in the
door.

“
You and me—what do you
say we go out some night?”

“
Sure.”

“
What? That’s it?” There
was a sharp tang of something that burst into flame in his guts.
“Where would you like to go? Money is no object, I’ll take you
anywhere in town. Some place nice.”