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Once upon a time, there was a dark and stormy night...
Yes, you're right. It's a pretty cheesy beginning. However, as a start to my story, it is completely appropriate. It was a dark and stormy night when she walked into my life. The few hours of my life I had left, that is.
All that hot, August day the temperature and humidity had climbed. One to, and one over, a hundred degrees. A usually blue sky was burned into steel gray. Clouds formed in the afternoon. Grew and climbed into the stratosphere. As the sun began to set charcoal colored clouds stretched from one horizon to the other. As the temperature dropped by a few degrees, those clouds opened up and rain fell in sheets lit by lightning as peels of thunder roared.
This wasn't unusual for Lexington, Kentucky in the hot Dog Days of Summer. In the small, family restaurant I was dry and content to watch through its large windows as street gutters overflowed in seconds. The worst of the lightning would probably move out of the area in twenty or thirty minutes. The restaurant was crowded but there were empty tables still. I wasn't going to deprive my waitress of more tipping customers if I sat and waited before walking home. My house wasn't far. I'd be soaked by the rain before reaching it but at least I wouldn't be in danger of being struck by the lightning that lit the streets like strobe lights in a disco movie.
On crowded nights I tried not to deprive my waitress of more tipping customers by loafing at my table. I ate here often and wanted to stay on the good side of the servers. I got extra French fries at times. If there'd been customers waiting for a table I would have given them mine and braved the lighting. I'm just that kind'a guy. I glanced down to capture the straw in my glass with my lips. When I looked back out the window a second later she had appeared as if from nowhere.
Standing on the opposite corner, she was waiting for the traffic light to change so she could cross the street. Fists clenched and shoulders hunched. Wet, dark strands of hair blowing wildly in the strong gusts of wind that came from every direction. In a t-shirt and shorts, she was as wet as if she'd just climbed out of a swimming pool and she looked as disgusted as a wet cat. I wiped the slight film of condensation from the inside of the window for a better look. For some reason, I had the feeling she was looking right at me. I looked around to see if there was anyone near she could have been staring at except me. No one but me seemed to be paying her any attention though.
When the light changed she ran across the street and stopped under the awning outside the restaurant's door. Moments later she pushed it open and entered. Water dripped from her to the floor but I and every other man didn't look at the floor. She was inside now, under better lights. My eyes weren't the only ones looking at her. Or to be more specific, looking at the thin t-shirt plastered to a well-developed chest with no hint of a bra. Each of us enjoying the best, impromptu wet t-shirt show in town.
The young woman stood for several heartbeats, giving everyone a good look at nice sized breasts that looked larger on her slim body. Her darker areolas and hard nipples clearly seen through the thin, wet material. Girlfriends and wives were punching boyfriends and mates to get their eyes off the woman as she looked directly at me and walked to my table. Without a word, she sat down opposite me. Grabbing a handful of paper napkins she began drying her face.
"Hey, perv? My eyes are up here," she said as she began drying her arms with more napkins.
"Ahh, sorry," I hastily replied as I raised my gaze and studiously kept them on her face. Her beautiful face. Small pixie nose, huge, blue eyes, and full lips that didn't need lipstick to stand out from a pale face. My experience with women this beautiful was nil. Actually, my experience with women of any sort had been essentially nil during my time at the university.
She sat, wiping the odd rivulet of water that ran down her forehead from wet hair. I guess she got tired of waiting for me to find my voice. "I'm Alex," she introduced herself, thrusting a hand across the table.
I shook her hand. She continued to grasp my hand and... "Usually this is where you tell me your name," Alex smiled and reminded me.
"Oh, I'm Chuck. Charles."
"Hello, Chuck Charles," Alex laughed releasing my hand. "Hope you don't mind me sharing your table. I don't like to sit by myself. I like to talk. I was on my way to the nightclub down the street but then this happened," Alex informed me with a disgusted look out the window where the rain was still pouring down.
"No! I mean, I don't mind at all. Ahh, would you like something to eat," I asked as I saw Brenda, my waitress, headed towards our table.
"No. I'm still hoping to get a bite at the nightclub later."
I told Brenda we didn't need anything and paid my bill, adding a good tip for keeping one of her tables to myself though no one was waiting for it. Brenda was always nice and I always gave her a nice tip.
"I didn't know they served food at the club," I said to keep the conversation going after Brenda walked away.
"You just need to know how to hunt for it. But, I think I know what I want to snack on later," Alex looked at me and laughed for no reason. She looked down and then back at me before laughing more. "Oh, go ahead and look before you get whiplash from holding your head so still," she said and pulled the still wet material of her shirt away from wet flesh. "I've shown my tits to way more people than are in here. I go to Mardi Gras every year and I get lots of beads!"
I couldn't help looking as she released her shirt and it fell to mold to every curve she had.
"I don't have huge tits but I think they're just the right size for my body. Don't you?"
"Yes! Ah, I mean they're very nice," I answered and pulled my eyes back to a smiling face.
"Oh, well. Even if this rain stops later, by the time I dry out the nightclub will be closing and I don't feel like making that long walk in the rain back to the apartment I stayed at today," Alex sounded disappointed and then shivered as hands rubbed her forearms. "Why do they have to keep this place so cold? I guess wet clothes make it feel like the Arctic in here. Do you think they'll mind if I just sit here? Maybe the rain will stop soon."
"My house is just a short walk from here and I have a clothes dryer," I told Alex, making up my mind. She'd turn me down but at least I would have made the offer. "Look, I'm not really a perv. I just don't want to think about you sitting here cold and wet without at least offering. I have a robe you can wear while your clothes dry. I can drive you home after... Or now, if you want. I mean, you don't need to wait for dry clothes before I drive you home."
"My, aren't you just the Southern Gentleman coming to a poor damsel's rescue," Alex said, mimicking a Southern accent more at home in Gone With The Wind. "I would love dry clothes and maybe we can ride together later."
I couldn't believe my luck as Alex left the restaurant with me. It was still raining hard but where before she'd looked disgusted, now she frolicked in the downpour as lightning still lit the sky. Jumping in puddles and twirling with arms outstretched as she laughed in the face of lightning and thunder. Though the walk was only a short block both of us were soaked before I unlocked the side door into my utility room. Water puddled on the concrete floor as I turned on the lights and shut the door.
"Wait just a second and I'll get you a robe," I turned to tell Alex. I might as well have saved my breath. She was already pulling her shirt over her head.
"What? You've already seen my tits," she said matter-of-factly at my look of amazement. "What does a little fabric matter?"
I was speechless. I could only stand rooted to the spot as she dropped the wet shirt on top of the dryer. I watched as she unbuttoned her shorts and opened the zipper. Alex's beautiful breasts moved, swaying with her movements as she shimmied slim hips to push tight, wet denim and panties down and over the swell of her ass. Toeing off her wet tennis shoes she added all of it to her shirt.
I wasn't used to having beautiful women take their clothes off in front of me. Who am I kidding? I wasn't used to any women stripping in front of me! I just stared. From pretty face to perfect breasts to a thin, sculpted strip of hair on her mound... Wow!
Alex stood in front of me, completely at ease at being naked in front of a total stranger. "Well," she asked. "Your turn."
I wasn't as at ease as Alex. My body wasn't near the perfection hers was. I kept my t-shirt on at public swimming pools and not in fear of sunburn. I didn't think of myself as obese but I had definite love handles. Okay, I admit it. My stomach was a long, long way from being as flat and firm as Alex's.
"Hurry up," Alex chided me. "Get out of those wet things before you catch pneumonia."
I was about to do just that when... Things like this don't happen to me, I thought to myself. I'm not this lucky. I had a suspicion that a joke was being played at my expense. Girls who looked like Alex didn't ask guys who looked like me to take our clothes off unless... To Alex, I said, "Look, if this is some joke my cousin is playing on me... Are you supposed to get naked pictures of me so he can plaster them all over the web?"
My cousin Ron is my age but that's where our resemblance ends. Ron is tall, blonde and confident around girls. President of his class all four years in high school. Captain of our basketball team and Senior Prom King. All-in-all, the most piss-poor individual I've ever met. He'd gone out of his way to make my life a living hell in high school. Just because my Dad had money and his didn't.
"Just go back and tell Ron that you jerked me around good," I finished. Picking up her clothes I handed them to Alex.
Alex dropped them back on my dryer. "I have no idea who Ron is and I don't go around jerking off strangers," she said. She stopped, spread her arms and admitted, "Okay, sometimes I jerk off strangers. But I'm not pulling your leg." Another look as if thinking. "Okay, I have pulled on legs but I usually let go once the knee socket pops."
Alex wasn't content to take my immobility for an answer. Grasping the hem of my shirt she pulled with amazing strength and it went over my head. My pants and underwear were suddenly at my ankles. I'd never met a girl so strong and fast. I followed orders to toe off my shoes. I followed orders to step out of my pants. My clothes and hers were tossed into my dryer and the sound of a drying cycle began.
Then I lost all ability to think as Alex stepped close enough for our bodies to touch. I'm five-ten and she was so close to my height that going barely up on her toes brought our mouths together. My hard-on was pressed firmly against her mound and she swiveled her hips to move from side-to-side against it. Pulling her lips from mine, Alex's hand encircled my cock as she said quietly, "Now this is what I like to jerk."
Our arms went around each other as we kissed. It was Alex who began pulling me towards the door leading into my house. I stopped, trying to push Alex away and she looked at me as if I were crazy as I tried to explain. "Wait. The clothes need a fabric softener strip."
Now she looked at me as if I were already committed to a looney-bin. "I'm standing here naked. A sure thing. And you're thinking of laundry?" She put her hand to the side of my face and said sadly, "Oh, you poor baby. You need me way more than I need you!"
My small show of resistance was my last. I ended up sitting on my couch as Alex sat astride my legs. A hand on my cock guided it through her already wet slit. Once my tip was wet and slightly inside her gash, Alex opened her legs wider and with a sigh, she took me inch by inch into her tight pussy. I was sure I'd died and gone to Heaven as she began moving up and down with increasing speed. Her hips didn't slow as she leaned forwards to kiss my neck. There was a quick moment of pain, followed by such a wave of pleasure that it caused me to moan and tilt my head to give her more neck for her lips to roam over.
Alex kissed and sucked on my neck for long minutes. I was going to have one hell of a hickey but, combined with her pussy still moving on my cock, what she was doing felt so good I didn't care. Finally, she stopped sucking and I felt her tongue licking my neck. I felt lightheaded as she straightened up, her hips still moving her pussy on my cock.
Lightheaded or not, with those perfect tits in front of my face, I reached and began molding them in my hands. Alex didn't resist as I pulled her closer so I could suck on her nipples. My fingers squeezing her tits into hard cones, I guided one after the other to my mouth. Sucking harder as time passed in a haze until Alex suddenly gasped and pulled away. She lifted one breast up and looked down at it with a look of disbelief.
"SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Her loud cry roused me somewhat. 'What's the matter, Alex?"
"Look," she commanded me and pushed her tit in front of my eyes. There was a small scrape on the perfect skin near her nipple. A tiny bead of blood had formed in a small area of the scrape.
"Alex, I'm so sorry! I chipped a tooth on a walnut shell last year. I didn't think it was that sharp though. I'm so sorry but it's just a tiny scrape."
"You don't understand you, stupid Human," Alex said as she moved off my lap and stood looking down at me. "I've already fed from you! Once your blood mixes with mine, if you take even a little back you're gonna turn!"
I didn't understand a word she was saying. When I tried to stand up to console her, I was so lightheaded I sat back down with a heavy whoosh of air from the cushion. "Alex, I'm sorry my tooth cut you but it's just a small..."
"It doesn't matter how large or small, you idiot," pissed-off Alex interrupted me. "You fed from me after our blood mixed. Now I have to either kill you, as in dead, dead... Or turn you completely!"
Alex began to pace. My head swam and I was content to await her decision. God, she was so beautiful... Her rapid pacing didn't stop but she lifted her nose and seemed to sniff the air. "You live here alone."
It was more a statement of fact rather than a question but I nodded as I followed her with my eyes. "My family lives in Eastern Kentucky."
Suddenly she stopped pacing. Though her eyes were on me, her words seemed to be directed at herself. "Turning someone without their conscious consent is the worst thing a vampire can do."
"Vampire? Where?" I moved my head looking around the room.
Alex sighed. "Sure as shit he's in no condition to make a conscious decision. But, does he deserve to die because of a fucking tooth?" Alex stood for about a slow five count looking at me, considering, then she shrugged, "I can always kill him later..."
Having made her decision, she made what looked like an impossible standing jump to land astride my lap again. This time when her mouth went to my neck the brief second of pain was more intense and the pleasure afterwards so incredible I came. Then, I died...
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