Girl Next Door Ch. 03

"More, more," Emo-girl whispered breathlessly. But while she was still lost in the lust of her impending need, my need had already flooded into her.

"Get the fuck out of my car," was my less-than-courteous reply. Now that my head had cleared, I realized that I had to get rid of this girl fast. What if someone I knew happened upon us? I reached past Emo-girl's head, pulled up the latch of the door, and pushed it open.

"Asshole." This was the only word she said as she hiked up her underwear and skirt and left.

Once I was rid of her, I peered up at my sand-bagged eyes in the rearview mirror. Hell, I needed some sleep. A vague concern about Emo-girl getting home came and went like a passing car. I'd left her no worse than I'd found her, alone and somewhat confused at the side of the road. Well, I hadn't left her totally alone, I figured. A warm little piece of me was probably oozing down the side of her thigh right about now.

***

At home, I avoided any contact with Mom and Dad, and I took a hot shower. This was usually just the thing to clear the head. I leaned into the stream of cascading water, felt the stream jetting over my skin in a misty spray, and I inhaled the clean, thick humidity of the steam.

I'm not sure when exactly I began wondering how I could turn my newfound desirability to my advantage, but I remember having one or two kernels of ideas peck about my brain during that shower. The incident with Emo-girl had set me to wondering. Thinking back, I would have probably waved off these thoughts as nonsense, and nothing much would have come of them if my cell phone hadn't ringed.

As it happened, my phone chirped out its by-now-irritating ringtone as I was toweling off. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Stephanie, my best friend's girlfriend. Stephanie- hot, tanned, blonde, unavailable Stephanie. As I flipped open my phone, I felt a twitch in my penis.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Stephanie returned. "I hate to be a pest, but something's fishy with my pool's pump. Think you can drop by, maybe take a look?"

"You're not a pest. Sure, I can do that. When's good?" I said the words, and already my mind and heart were racing. I realized that this could be the perfect test for what Sarah Tasker had told me. I could figure out this pheromone shit, once and for all. Emo-girl was certainly a strange occurrence, but did it really prove anything? The girl could have just been a tramp, plain and simple. But Stephanie, she was a triple threat: stuck-up, prudish, and my best friend's girlfriend.

"Whenever," Stephanie said. "It's already almost noon."

This took me by surprise as had many things in the past three days. I threw a quick glance at my watch on the bathroom counter and saw that she was correct. How had time slipped away? I could not remember sleeping between the time I had left Emo-girl to make my way home and my shower. And I couldn't have showered for eight hours, could I? I must have fallen asleep, but I simply could not recall when.

"Give me half an hour," I said.

"Awesome, thanks!" Then the phone went dead in my ear. How like Stephanie to assume everyone would drop what they were doing to fix her problems. I doubted she'd even say 'thank you' if I helped her out. Well, typically. Maybe today was to be different. I looked down and saw that my penis was semi-erect. I felt a sly grin curl the corners of my mouth.

I glared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and said, "Today, you have permission to be an asshole."

I tiptoed through the house after I dressed, but it seemed all for naught. My parents' bedroom door looked firmly closed. I remembered how I had felt after the double-whammy of Maddy and Mrs. Tasker; perhaps that was a little of what my parents were feeling now. If so, that would put them out of commission for a while.

***

Stephanie answered the door in her bikini. It was black and tight, showing off her lithe yet curvy body, her full breasts, her petulantly taut yet round ass. Again, this was so like Stephanie to flaunt herself as if to tease, "This is what you will never have." She was the kind of person who would wave a bloody steak at a bunch of starving dogs but would never let them have it.

Today, the dog was going to have his steak.

"I flipped the switch for the pump to come on, and all I heard was like this gurgle, and then it just moaned and stopped working," Stephanie was saying, already waking away and expecting me to follow like an obedient pet. She had barely given me a glance, and I felt a twinge of uncertainty. Perhaps everything that had happened had been mostly imagination and circumstance, after all.

I couldn't help but watch her rear end at work, rhythmically swaying within the hugging confines of the bikini bottoms as she led me into the backyard. Stephanie's legs glistened with suntan lotion; I could smell it wafting off her in fruit-salty waves. Her blonde hair was tied up in a sloppy bun at the top of her head. She had hidden her eyes behind a pair of huge sunglasses, the kind that were more like car windshields than eyewear. I hastily swallowed the saliva that had begun to gather within my mouth. The drooling dog and steak metaphor was hitting a little too close to home because I wanted to take a bite out of that ass then and there.

We came to a stop a little ways past the pool. The pump was hidden by a small hedge, and I had brush past Stephanie to get to it. I wasn't sure if she had blocked my way just enough to make me have to brush past her, my bicep ever-so-subtly touching her breast through the thin fabric of the bikini top; if so, then there was a chance for my experiment.

"What do you think?" Stephanie asked as I leaned over the pump to take a look. I could smell the scent of burnt-out machinery. She was going to have to replace a motor. I turned to face her and give her the bad news, the kind of news that makes your wallet want to curl up and die.

"Not good," I said, looking up into the twin reflections of her sunglasses. Within them, I appeared twisted and stretched as if trapped within a funhouse mirror. I never understood how those things had become so popular. I guess anything Paris Hilton wore was destined to become a fad; even her sex tape had proved marketable.

"Shit. My parents are gonna flip," Stephanie whined. She wiped her wrist across her forehead, smearing a line of sweat there, and yet even her sweat was glimmering and sexual. I suppose that's how it is with California blondes. They can't even blow their noses without giving a man an erection.

I shrugged. "We could maybe work something out. I think Ben has an old motor that could work." Ben was the name of my best friend and Stephanie's boyfriend; he and I had worked cleaning pools every summer through high school. I had taken this summer off, but Ben was working. This was why Stephanie had called me. She had hoped I could solve her problem for free while Ben would be obligated to charge her for his services.

"Really?" Stephanie said. Her eyebrows arched high and hopeful above the square frames of her monster sunglasses. She reminded me of a cartoon bug with her expression, albeit a cartoon bug with a stacked body. I nodded, and she threw her arms around me in an exaggerated hug.

"You're the best!" she exclaimed, her breasts mashing into my chest, her hands around the small of my back, her crotch kissing my own before pulling away. And when she did, I couldn't help but notice the dark splotch at the tip of the inverted triangle of her bikini bottoms.

"Oh my god," Stephanie said in a small, shocked voice. "I'm so horny. Look how wet."

I looked. She was quite wet. That stupid word danced across my brain yet again: pheromones. Hell no, I thought. This kind of reaction could not be explained away with pheromones.

"Wow." This interjection was all I could think to articulate. I believe the rising tent of my shorts told the rest of the story. Without another word, I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me. She did not resist but rather threw her mouth at mine and hungrily latched on me with animalistic lust.

Stephanie blindly stripped me of my shorts. Her hands found the elastic, gripped, and yanked them down. Following her expert lead, I untied her bikini bottoms, and they drifted to the ground. I couldn't help but wonder how often she had demonstrated this kind of desperate passion with Ben, and I figured probably not much. The habitual Stephanie was too focused on maintaining an aura of indifferent coolness most of the time as evidenced by how she had greeted me less than five minutes before. Now she bent over the pool chair and arched her back, presenting me with her round, heavenly bottom and the glistening slit between her legs.

I happily took what was offered. My cock led me like a flagpole, hard and erect, and I plunged within Stephanie with a piratical grin stretching from ear to ear, teeth gnashed, brow furrowed in concentration. I forced my eyes to stay open and set my brain to record, memorizing every detail for future playback.

My best friend's girlfriend moaned as I gripped the sides of her bottom and pulled her harder into me as I thrust forward. I had fantasized about her more than once, but then she had seemed unattainable. It was laughable how quickly, how easily, she had bent and spread to accept me within her hot, wet folds. Her pussy sucked at the root of my cock, milking it with intense pleasure, and I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to spend too quickly. Unlike Emo-girl, I wanted to take my time with this one.

I felt the sun baking my shoulders, and Stephanie around my dick. Sweat peppered us both and gleamed in the noon light. The reflection of yellow glinting off the water of the pool, off the condensation of a glass of Coke next to the pool chair (which Stephanie must have been sipping when I arrived), all gave the situation a feeling of being hyper-real.

I feel revitalized, reenergized, rejuvenated and all those other good words that begin with "re"; everything that Maddy and Mrs. Tasker had stolen from me had come back by screwing Emo-girl and Stephanie. This could have been seen as a figurative thought if not for what I saw as I doggy-fucked Stephanie. I looked down, and it took a moment for my brain to process. The pinkish-flesh color appeared to be fading from Stephanie's lower back and being... absorbed... into me. While my mind screamed, my body kept thrusting and plunging and, yes, stealing her... color? Energy? Life? I could literally see the bluish-grey veins under Stephanie's skin as it turned pale and translucent. I felt the essence of her- the health of her- leak into me like the fluid from a glass poured into another glass.

The sight of it revolted me, and I took an instinctual step back, my cock pulling out of her and shriveling up as if it had been caught in a sudden arctic wind. Stephanie's moisture trickled off me and splattered onto the concrete around the pool in thick, syrupy splotches.

"What's wrong?" Stephanie murmured as she slipped back into consciousness and out of her lust-driven reverie. Her eyelids drooped as if she was half-asleep. "Don't worry. Ben won't find out."

I shook my head, unable to speak, not even close to being able to come up with an explanation of why I was so suddenly pulling up my shorts and backing away from her. I turned and rushed away, leaving Stephanie with only her pleading whines to not go, to stay and fuck her.

When I got in the car, I saw I had a missed call. I had left my cell phone in the car's beverage holder between the seats, a habit I had picked up since cell phones were not supposed to be carried around school. I flipped it open, but the number was not one I recognized. I considered forgetting it and just going back home and calling it a fucking day, what with the unholy revelation that my cock sucked out the life of other people and all, but then I remembered Sarah Tasker and I were supposed to meet up for some mysterious "appointment."

I hit redial, and sure enough, the familiar voice of Sarah Tasker answered with a curt, "About fucking time."

"What's up?" I replied.

"Come to the motel and pick me up. I want you to meet someone. Someone who can help us both." Her voiced sounded hopeful but not convinced. I thought about seeing through Stephanie's skin, at the blood coursing through her grey-blue veins like rivers on a faded map and decided that it was a chance I had to take.

"I'll be there in ten," I said and flipped the phone closed without a goodbye. Two could play the short, sweet, and indifferently rude game. I started the car and headed towards the cheap-ass motel where Sarah Tasker was staying.

I have to admit, after Emo-girl and Stephanie, even despite the horror of seeing the life drain out of one of them and into me, I couldn't remember ever having felt better.