Killing Heather

Chapter 2

I stand over her.

Naked.

Aroused.

and completely blinded of the world around me.

Time seems to not exist as my body takes control of itself. I reach for my own d**k, and when I grab it I shudder from the touch. I’m extremely sensitive right now. I’ve never been this hard in my entire life, or felt a thrill like this before. I begin to stoke myself softly, allowing myself to be enveloped in her intoxicating smell.

At first it was but as slow rub over the taught skin of my c**k, but my fingers had a new lust to them. Standing over her while she knew nothing of me produced the best twist to m**********n that I could imagine.

I grip myself. Forcefully thrusting my unbendingly hard d**k in and out of my clenched fingers. Gradually gaining speed as the throbbing pulsation pleased me to almost attack myself like the true animal I’ve shown myself to be.

My legs clench, my ass tightens, my toes curl as my once smooth motions became rigid and violent. My teeth grip my lip with unintended force. Noises not like moans but more like grunts or gasps escape from me as frustration brings the taste of fresh blood into my mouth.

Warmth rushes up from the bottom of my feet, and into my stomach. My face flushes, and a eruption of rolling waves crash upon me.

I c*m so hard. It takes everything in me to not scream. It’s so intense and the amount was remarkable.

I’m out of breath and it feels almost impossible to do anything but pant. My mind completely blank of where I am, or what I am doing.

Then I remember.

I need to look down. Slowly. Horror freezes my neck and it’s almost as I’m tasked to bend steel with how hard it is to look down at what I’ve done. But I manage to somehow.

After everything this dumb b***h is still asleep. Peacefully like nothing has happened to her in the whole world. I’m not hard anymore, but looking at her covered in my c*m made me want to f**k her. I want to ravage the birthplace of the scent that entranced me into this f****d up situation. What am I f*****g doing here.

I silence my own questioning instantaneously when I notice the pools of my creation sliding off her covers to reach the skin of her face. Glistening evidence of my sick perversion vandalize her hair, clothes, covers and now her face.

The unexpected moisture seemed to alert her in someway, and she begins to shift.

I panic. Reality slaps me in my chest, and my heart almost rips itself into shreds as I watch her unconscious hand reach up to inquire innocently what the mysterious wetness is. I take silent and brisk steps backwards, my once strong c**k retreats into a shy flaccid p***s. My nakedness becomes exceptionally apparent as cool air creeps in from the door I entered from and across my back. I slip my body out the door, thankfully I was not accompanied by the same awful squeal of the hinges like before. I need to get out of here, and fast.

The last thing I see as my head disappears into the darkness again is her hand reach my c*m; at what seemed an instant and she immediately shoots up in her bed.

“h-hello..?!”

I can taste the fear in her voice. She’s scared. Yeah, she’s extremely afraid. The way that bead of c*m was moving wouldn’t be surprised if she was tasting me right now. I can hear rapid rustling of the covers, and intermittent noises of distress. I can only imagine she’s freaking the f**k out right now.

I pause standing silently directly outside of her door. Almost immobilized with anxiety. It’s prison if they catch me here, no doubt. At 165, and a slim but muscular build I would no doubt be someone’s b***h. I can fight, but I’d rather- what are you saying right now…. Run. There’s no option to fail now. Not when I haven’t had her yet.

Fuck- I haven’t moved..!

I didn’t notice the rain had stopped and the once dark glass portals to another land now started to show a warm light with familiar scenery.

I hear a soft slap of a bare foot against the wood flooring. My heart dropped. It’s her. She’s getting up. Im still at the door. What am I f*****g doing? Please body. Move. Im begging you.

I find the strength to start my silent journey back to the room I shed my sopping skins. Listening closely for her to follow me, but hearing very little over the sound of my heart drumming in my ears.

I grab my clothes, and half-hurdle half-fall through the window.

Fuck. There’s no way she didn’t hear that.

I collapse on the grass, and in my nude splendor I have only one thought in my mind. Fish the keys out of my pocket and book it like hell back to the car. It’s so f*****g bright how long was I in there? what the fuck..

In a burst of speed I spend every last drop of energy into a sprint. I didn’t look but I definitely heard signs of life coming from houses nearby.

The chills catch up to me as my ass sticks to the leather interior, and the low rumble of the engine begins underneath me.

I’ve got a lot to process, but before anything I need to get out of here.

I pull off the side of the road, and drive casually by her place.

She’s standing in the bay window.

I can’t be sure, but I think she saw me.