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My name is Peter. I'm not the kind of guy who's very good at interacting with other people. In fact, most of the time, people freak me out. But I've managed to make some friends up until this point in my life. They may be few, but I value them, and I'm fine with them being few.
My real problem, though, is with women. I mean, not with women in general, but with getting into a relationship with a woman. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of guy who blames women for being alone. I know I have limitations, I know love isn't just about the sex, and I know that men and women have the same rights and responsibilities in a relationship. That said, I still get really nervous when I talk to women, specially when they're attractive. Maybe because of the fact that I was rejected so many times, maybe it's because I kinda blame myself a little for never having had any experience that is even remotely sexual or romantic in nature before, even though I'm 20.
There is still one very attractive woman in my life I'm perfectly comfortable speaking with. Her name is Ellen, and I consider her my closest friend. Here's the thing, though, the fact that I can sit down and have a normal conversation with Ellen doesn't mean she isn't attractive. To say the truth, I don't think I've ever met a more attractive woman. I don't know why exactly I'm not nervous around her, but I think it might be because she's the one who reached out to me to begin with, and she kept trying to become my friend even when I thought I had weirded her out. Because of that, I trust her. I don't mind being myself around her.
And, as a minor sidenote, there's also the fact that Ellen has a boyfriend, so I don't really have any chances with her. I'm continuously trying to pick the hopes that we are ever going to be a thing from my brain, but every time I see her, they spring up again just like weeds. I could just try to stop seeing her, but I simply can't, and the fact that I'm walking to meet her in her flat right now is proof. We have a biochemistry assignment due next week, and decided to write it together. Just the two of us.
I sometimes wonder if she thinks I'm gay. Or if she does this kind of thing just to piss off her boyfriend, even though he lives in another city and would probably never know if we banged. Or if she's edging me. Nah, I can't see her taking pleasure in that kind of thing. But she feels really ambiguous sometimes. Maybe Ellen just trusts me like that. Which makes me feel kinda guilty.
I try to keep these thoughts away from my mind as I walk up to her flat. I knock on the door and she opens it with a corteous smile. She's wearing a slightly oversized metallica shirt and jeans shorts. She's got jet black, shoulder length hair and olive skin. Behind her thin-rimmed glasses, her hazel eyes smile at me, same as her lips. Her body is on the leaner side of fit, and the curve of her a-cup breasts doesn't even show through the baggy t-shirt.
Hey, Peter! Hey, Ellen. So, are you ready to spend the next four hours or so doing another one of Mrs. Stevens countless assignments? Sure. Though I at this point I think I'd rather she'd have us take a test. Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure half the class agrees with you. What a weird professor. Anyway, come on in. I'm gonna get you a chair.We sit down at her desk and start doing our research. It's pretty boring stuff, but once you concentrate and get really into it, time seems to pass really fast. At one point, Ellen gets up and tells me she's going to the bathroom. I nod, not paying much attention, and get back to work.
A moment passes, and I hear a loud thump.
Oh, god! What the fuck is that thing?! - I hear Ellen scream, muffled by the bathroom's walls. Ellen? What is happening? I don't believe it! I don't... Oh shit, help me, Peter! There's... a thing here! Help me, now, please! What the fuck... - I mutter under my breath and start running towards the bathroom's door. - I'm coming, Ellen!I think for a moment, get some distance between me and the door and start kicking the lock with all my strength. My leg hurts like hell on the first try, but the adrenaline keeps me going.
Peter, it's forcing me down! It's too strong! It's... oh God, no! Peter, I'm scared! Hold on, Ellen! The lock is beggining to break down. You gotta be strong!I kick the door two more times, and then I start to hear the faint sound of moaning. I hesitate for a moment. It's her voice. I get really confused, but then she starts speaking again.
No! Get away! GET... AWAY! - It sounds like she's crying. But then the moaning resumes. I start to get really scared, but that ends up giving me strength.Three more kicks, and the door finally gives in. I see Ellen. That's when I learn the meaning of being scared.
She's lying on the floor. There's only her in the room. Except for this... thing. It's a transparent, shapeless blob, roughly the the size of a beach ball. It doesn't seem alive at a first glance, but it writhes in a subtle, unnerving way. Most of it is sitting atop Ellen's belly, but the rest is holding her legs apart, keeping her from standing still. It has, somehow, managed to pull her shorts and her panties all the way down. And that's when I notice the source of the moaning. It's thrusting into her. Even worse, everytime it thrusts, some of it disappears, and Ellen's belly gets just a little bigger. It's trying to get inside her.
Ellen's hands are free, and she desperatly tries to claw at the thing, pulling it apart. But she doesn't seem to have any success at getting it off.
Quick, get it off me! Get it off! It's getting inside my womb! Oh God!My mind races, and I get on my knees in front of Ellen. Seeing the blob up close, it seems to be semisolid and gooey. Looking through the part that's entering Ellen, I can see her vagina. It's spread apart by the stuff. The only thing I can do is try to help Ellen get rid of it.
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