Feeling Blue
The Second Tale of The Change
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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
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There are worse way to wake up, Olivia Lee thought smugly, than to have a good-looking man eating your pussy.
It was the next morning, and her lover Edward had his head firmly planted between her thighs. Until the previous evening, he had been known as E.D., shorthand for “Erectile Dysfunction,” and had been one of the most despised men in all of Des Moines. The Change had cursed him, and all around him, with impotence, and he had been nearly insane with frustrated desire. But now he was cured, and his skilled tongue stroked her throbbing clit as she writhed under his gentle touch. His long-fingered hands reached up, gathering her large breasts in his palms, kneading and stroking them until she thought her heart would burst with pleasure and affection.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Edward. How the hell did you never have a girlfriend when you are such a fantastic lover?” she groaned, her voice still muddy with sleep. “I’ve been to bed with lesbians who were worse at eating a woman out than you are.” She spread her legs wider and slowly humped her mound into his face, wishing his tongue was about four inches longer.
Just imagine if he could reach my g-spot with that thing, she thought, and shuddered happily. I’d never leave the bedroom again.
“You’ve never been on a date with me,” Edward said, his voice only slightly muffled by her golden-skinned thighs. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers. “I’m not exactly the smoothest guy around, you know. You must have noticed that last night.”
“Not really,” she said. Her legs began to shake, evidence of yet another orgasm. She had lost track of how many times Edward had made her cum in the last twelve hours. “Oh, God,” she panted, her body on an upward spiral of joyous sensation. “Oh God. Oh God oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod OHGODFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKI’MCOMINGEDWARDCOMINGNOW!” she yelled, her hips bucking frantically. She shut her eyes as the pinwheel whirl of her climax crashed over her, sparkles flashing behind her shuttered lids.
As soon as it was over, she turned over onto her stomach. She spread her legs and cocked her ass in the air.
“Come on, lover. Stick that beautiful cock of yours inside me.”
She sighed as she felt his warm hands caressing the globes of her buttocks. “Not…in the butt?” he said hesitantly, his voice sounding ever-so-slightly squeamish.
She smiled over her shoulder, her eyes dancing. “Not today. Maybe, if you’re very good, someday soon. But my pussy’s hungry this morning. Why don’t you fill her up?”
He crawled toward her, kneeling behind her on the bed. With one hand he stroked her back. The other lined his tool up with her waiting pussy-lips. He ran the head up and down the cleft of her womanhood, coating it with her moisture, then sank into her with a relieved groan.
“You feel so good,” he whispered in her ear, his weight a welcome burden. His hot, throbbing cock was a steel bar inside her, filled with life. Smiling slightly, she closed her legs around it, trapping him within her.
Edward gave a squawk of surprise as his shaft was caught in the vise of her vagina. “Whoa,” he said. “That’s…unexpected.”
“Mmmmm,” she sighed. “I always loved doing this. It makes me feel so full.” She crossed her ankles, increasing the pressure. “Now, fuck me, lover.”
He slid his hands underneath her, cupping her breasts, then slowly withdrew from her fiery sheath, using his elbows and knees to generate the necessary leverage. She heard his breath hiss blissfully between his teeth as their joined bodies moved together. She drew her hands underneath her, her fingers unerringly finding her clit, rubbing her throbbing button even as his shaft tickled her g-spot and grated against her pubic bone.
Let this last forever, she sighed. She turned her head and caught his mouth in a long, loving kiss. Every one of her erogenous zones were being stimulated. Her mouth, her breasts, her groin. Even her ass, as Edward’s flat belly slapped against her lushly rounded curves.
“Olivia,” he panted, his breath hot on her cheek “It’s too much. Too tight. I’m not going to last long. I’m going to cum soon.”
“That’s all right, love,” she said with a forgiving smile. “You’ve been fantastic.” She kissed his cheek. “You go ahead and come whenever you need to, baby.” Showing mercy, she eased her legs apart.
In response, he groaned aloud. His hands left her breasts and gripped her shoulders and he drove strongly into her, the force of his thrusts shoving them across the bed. She reached the headboard and braced her hands against it. The distant tingle in her groin flared up like a bonfire, pushing her into another climax even as he buried himself inside her, his cock spewing burst after burst of his essence into her eager channel.
*****
“So,” Edward said a few minutes later, as they lay comfortably entwined, her head on his chest. “Do you still want to see Blue?”
Olivia nodded. She had not forgotten their conversation the previous evening. Her ability to release Edward from his curse had brought them to the realization that she might be not only a sexual guide and protector, but also a sexual healer. The thought that she might be able to cure some of the victims of the Change of their misery was a heady prospect. She and Edward both knew most of the world’s supervillains, in love with their power over mundane humans, would not stop, no matter what was offered. But many were like Edward himself, who in a moment of despair had condemned themselves to years of torment.
Chloe “Blue” Balls was first on Olivia’s list of those to seek out. In the years since the Change, the sinfully attractive goth girl had gained a reputation for leading unwitting men on by their cocks, draining their bank accounts as they tried to buy her love. But Edward had caught her in an unguarded moment several months ago, and had gleaned from their conversation that Blue was as much a victim as any of them. The Change had caught her in a rage after having been dumped by her boyfriend. Furious at his betrayal, she used the powers granted by the Change to tease and frustrate men. Desperately unhappy, but not knowing what else to do, she had drifted deeper into a life devoid of love or affection.
“I do,” Olivia said. “It’s one thing to cure one person. That might be a fluke, no matter how happy it made the two of us,” she said with a smile, as she kissed his cheek. “But if I can do it for her? Well then, we’ve got a pattern, don’t we, statistician?”
“She’s not going to be an easy sell, you know,” Edward warned. “She’s angry and bitter. Maybe suicidal. The fact that she tried to go after you with those poison rings last night makes me think she’s only a step away from going right over the edge.”
“Maybe,” Olivia said sadly. With a regretful sigh, she stood up. “Come on. I’d love to spend the rest of the day playing with your naughty bits, but we’ve got work to do.”
*****
“You want to see who?”
It was a few hours later. Olivia and Edward had showered and eaten, and now presented themselves at the Polk County Jail, only to be met by blank disbelief by the jailers.
“I’m sorry, Seductress,” said the sergeant in charge. “But didn’t Blue Balls try to kill you last night? Why would you want her released?”
“I believe that Chloe is a danger to herself,” she explained patiently. “By virtue of my position as sexual guardian of Des Moines, I am empowered to have her released to my custody.” She patted the officer on his cheek, drawing shamelessly on her powers. “I appreciate your concern,” she said softly, slowly running her thumb over his lips. “But I am sure Edward and I can handle one little goth girl.”
“But what if she tries to hurt you?”
“The Seductress took Blue down last night, alone and unarmed, with a glass of beer in one hand,” said Edward. His long, bony face was creased in a smile.
“You!” said the officer in surprise. He backed away hurriedly, his hands held protectively over his crotch. He blinked confusedly as realization hit. “Wait a second,” he stuttered. “You are Edward Brewster, right? Known as E.D.?”
“Yes,” Edward said tiredly, “I am.” His lips twitched. “To those people with a certain, low sense of humor, at least.”
“Then how…” the man gestured helplessly at his groin. “I’m still…you haven’t…”
Olivia giggled as the man tried to tell them that Edward’s powers hadn’t caused him to lose the erection brought on by her flirting.
“I got better,” Edward said shortly, not wanting to divulge the details, no matter how pleasant the experience had been for him. “And that’s what the Seductress wants to do for Blue Balls.” He nodded at Olivia. “She thinks she can find a way to heal people who were hurt by the Change, and given powers they don’t really want.
“Come on, sarge,” he continued. “Wouldn’t your lives be easier if Blue was on our side? One less petty supervillain you had to watch out for?”
The officer looked from one of them to the other, then at his clipboard. He sighed wearily. “I won’t deny we’d be happy to be rid of her. She’s got a tongue on her that could peel paint off a concrete wall. Fine,” he said. “Go ahead and take her. I hope you don’t end up regretting it.”
*****
“Well, I didn’t expect this,” Blue sneered. “The guy who can wilt a dick at fifty paces teamed up with a centerfold who farts cinnamon sugar. What the fuck do the two of you want with me?”
Chloe “Blue” Balls had changed out of her orange prison jumpsuit and back into her everyday clothes. Edward swallowed as her physical presence struck him. Although no one he knew could match Olivia for sheer beauty, Chloe came damn close. Tight black leather pants were molded to the sweet, supple curves of her thighs and ass. Above that, she wore a white t-shirt, strategically ripped so the flesh of her stomach and breasts could flash out and tempt the unwary. She wore no makeup, having presumably been forced to take a shower when she was booked the previous evening, but the pale skin of her face was clear and unblemished, aside from the piercings at nose, ear, and eyebrow.
Her hair was dyed a deep turquoise shade of blue, hence her name. Despite the scorn in her voice, her face was sweet and beautiful. Edward imagined how it might look in sleep, with pain and contempt wiped away. Or in passion, her dark eyes wide open and shining with desire. He swallowed, drawing on his revised powers to lessen her physical impact. Despite that, he wanted to throw her on the floor and ravish her. Or failing that, to make her happy. To empty his bank account for the chance to see her smile.
“Hello, Chloe,” Olivia said. Edward could tell that not even the legendary Seductress was immune to Blue’s impact. A faint sheen of sweat covered her chest, just above the neckline of her dress. He longed to lick it away. “We’re here to help you.”
“Help?” Blue laughed derisively. “What makes you think I need your help? Or want it? I’m perfectly happy, thank you very much.” She gestured at the doors to the police station. “There’s an entire world of sheep out there, waiting to be fleeced.” She shrugged into a black leather jacket. “I appreciate you springing me from this hole, but if there isn’t anything else…” She turned to leave.
“Unfortunately, there is.” Olivia’s voice firmed. “You’re under my custody now, Chloe. You either play by my rules, or you go right back here.”
Chloe turned, rigid with fury. “What?”
“You heard me. Until I’m satisfied you’re not a danger to yourself, or others, you can think of me as your own personal probation officer. Which means you’re coming with me, for the time being. Unless,” she said, her voice hardening, “you want to go back to your nice little cell. What was it, Edward? Assault with a deadly weapon? I don’t think even your powers will be able to get you out of serving some hard time, Chloe. The prosecutor will fill the jury with a bunch of dried-up old spinsters who hate the thought of young women having sex, and you’ll be in your thirties before you breathe free air again.
“Unless you come with me.”
Blue’s eyes darted back and forth, searching for an escape from the trap. “Damn you,” she grated, her voice low and shaking with anger. “It’s not enough you take away the one thing that keeps me going. Now I have to be under your thumb as well?”
“Not if you don’t want,” she replied serenely. “There’s always a choice.” There was no pity in her voice. “In your case, it’s the freedom to take responsibility for your actions. You could have killed me last night, and I’ll testify to that at your trial. So stay here and rot, or come with me for a cup of coffee, Blue. You’re not going to get a better offer.”
Olivia turned her back on her and waited. “What’s she doing?” she whispered to Edward.
“Standing like someone just clubbed her over the head with a two-by-four,” he answered quietly. “So how are we playing this? Good cop and bad cop?”
“No,” she said, her eyes somber. “I think Chloe’s had enough of those routines to last her a lifetime. Let’s try good cop and better cop.”
Edward nodded. “Here she comes.”
Blue slunk over to them, her eyes on her black sneakers. “I’ll come with you,” she muttered sullenly. “For coffee. After that…well, we’ll see.”
*****
“You said something about helping me,” Blue said, as they settled into a booth at a coffee shop near Drake University. “I don’t remember asking either of you for it.”
Olivia took a long sip of her hot chocolate, trying to decide how best to approach this tense, frustrated, angry young woman. She shook her head slowly. By comparison, Edward had been a breeze last night, so beaten down and hopeless he didn’t care who knew about his past. Blue was a fortress, with so many defenses she despaired of breaking through and convincing her of her good intentions.
Perhaps sensing her hesitation, Edward spoke. “I didn’t ask for her help last night,” he said quietly. “She gave it to me anyway.”
Blue snorted derisively and tossed back some of her drink. Despite herself, Olivia smiled. Rather than the tar-black coffee she would have bet money someone like Blue would buy, she had opted for hot spiced apple cider. A giggle, a wiggle, and a wink at the counter had the goggle-eyed cashier all but falling over himself in his desire to give it to her for free, but Olivia had insisted on paying for it.
“I don’t care,” Blue had smirked. “As long as I’m not paying for it, I don’t care who does.”
“Come on, E.D. You can’t expect me to buy that line of crap.”
“My name,” he said with strained patience, “is Edward.”
“Edward. Fine. Whatever. You can’t ask me to believe that Little Miss Sunshine here magically cured you. Not when half the scientists in the country have been trying to duplicate the Change. And failing. Every single time.”
“She has a point, Edward,” Olivia said. “She doesn’t have any reason to trust us. Especially me. After all, I damn near caved in her rib cage last night. And we’ve never gotten along before. How are the ribs, by the way?”
“They’re fine,” Blue answered shortly. “You’re not as tough as you think. I could have taken you.”
“I pulled the kick. Otherwise you’d be in the hospital,” Olivia retorted, starting to feel aggravated. Foulmouthed little bitch. It would serve her right if I sent her back to the cockroach hotel. That bigoted bastard of a DA has been making noise about “making an example” of the Changed for months. Having Chloe to prosecute would play right into his hands.
“Let’s try to get back to the subject,” Edward said, his voice slightly impatient. “Chloe doesn’t have any reason to trust us, Olivia. I can agree with that. What are we supposed to do about it?”
“We tell her the truth. Chloe,” she said. “Edward and I discovered something last night. He told me about his problem and I…” She trailed off, blushing fiercely.
“What the Seductress means to say,” Edward continued for her, “is that she decided she was going to take on the ultimate challenge. She was going to give me an erection. And bring me to orgasm. She did. And I did. She cured me.”
“You didn’t.” Chloe’s voice was flat with disbelief. She glared at Olivia. “You can’t. No one can. Do you think I’m an idiot?” she said, her voice rising. “In three years, no one has been able to make the slightest alteration to a Changed’s abilities. You might as well say you found a way to turn brown eyes blue. It’s genetic. Dr. Chernovsky proved that.”
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy,” Olivia quoted, then stopped as she met Chloe’s confused stare. “Listen. I can’t explain it either. But it’s true. We were in bed. Edward was…making me feel good.”
“He was eating you out,” Chloe said. “Wasn’t he?”
Edward’s lips thinned in distaste at her crudity. “If you like. But she went into my mind. She was able to see what was done to me. And she was able to fix it.”
“It was on two levels,” Olivia explained. “Physiological and psychological. Whoever did this to him…to us…Changed his body so Edward couldn’t get an erection. And then there was damage to his mind. His psyche. So that every failure he had would be emphasized the next time he tried. A negative feedback loop.
“I went inside him. And cured him,” she said with gentle wonder. “And now he can perform. Very well, I might say.” She cast a sideways look at Edward, her eyes smoldering.
“Prove it.” Blue’s voice was harsh. “Prove it to me, and I’ll tell you what happened to me. And I’ll let you try to help me, if you think you can.”
*****
Olivia looked at Edward. Her lips parted in a smile of gleeful anticipation.
“Fine,” he said, his voice resigned. “Whose place? Mine, yours, or Blue’s?”
“What? No way,” Blue said. “Until you prove you’re more than talk, I’m not going anywhere alone with you two. I don’t trust you any farther than I could kick you.”
“Well, if you don’t want to do this at our homes, what are you suggesting? Here?”
Blue smirked.
“Oh, no,” he said, unconsciously mimicking Blue. “Nuh-uh. No way. I am not dropping my pants in the middle of a coffee shop to prove I can get it up. Hell no.”
“What’s the matter, Edward?” Blue mocked. “Feeling a little shy?” Her eyes twinkled maliciously.
Edwards lips thinned and his fingers drummed nervously on the table. He ducked his head. “I don’t…do stuff like that in public. I’m not trying to make myself sound better than other people. I know there are some who enjoy it. Or enjoy watching it.
“But for me, sex has always been…intensely…private. I can’t expose myself in public any more than I could bench-press a bus. It works the other way, as well. Strip clubs, places like that…I don’t want other people to see how I react to an attractive woman. It’s not their business.” He looked up and met her dark eyes. His own, brown as fertile earth, were wide and vulnerable.
“Listen to me, Chloe. I had something terrible happen to me three years ago. And I lived a nightmare because of it. Last night, Olivia rescued me. But I am still the same person I always was. I’m not sexually adventurous. I don’t want threesomes, or orgies, or roleplay where my partner dresses up like Smurfette.
“All I want is to find someone I can love. To marry her. To settle down with her and have kids and minivans and youth soccer practices and PTA meetings and all the other stupid, boring, everyday stuff like the rest of my family.
“That’s who I am. So if you think you can goad me into doing something I don’t want to do, you’re wrong. Find someone else.”
Chloe’s eyes grew wide during this astonishing soliloquy. To Olivia’s astonishment, her eyes pooled with tears. She reached out and gripped Edward’s hand.
“That might be the sweetest, most decent thing I’ve ever heard a man tell me,” she said softly. For once, the bitter cynicism was gone from her voice. Her lips twitched. “You don’t often hear a man say he’s not into anything kinky. It’s usually the other way around. ‘Hey, girl,'” she singsonged, her voice mimicking a drunk man’s effortlessly, “‘do you like it in the butt?'” She shuddered disgustedly.
“I think we’re getting a little off-topic,” Olivia said. She smiled at the two of them, already putting plans into place. “There was a reason why Edward was called a supervillain, Chloe. I know, Edward,” she said quickly, forestalling his furious protest with a raised hand. “You never hurt anyone on purpose. But perception is everything. Chloe,” she continued, “do you remember why Edward got his nickname?”
“Sure I do,” she scoffed. “Because other guys couldn’t get it up when he was around.”
“The guy who could wilt a dick at fifty paces, I think you said earlier,” Edward muttered, scowling at the table.
“So if I can get a man hard in here, with Edward nearby, would you accept the fact I cured him?” Olivia asked.
Chloe sighed theatrically. “I guess I’ll have to, won’t I?”
*****
Chuck Evans watched the three people in the booth near the window. His eyes were wide as he drank in Olivia’s voluptuous form and Chloe’s pale-skinned beauty. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few surreptitious pictures. Wait until he got off work! No one in the dorm was going to believe he had seen three of the Changed together! And one of them was the Seductress! And Blue Balls and E.D., too! He eagerly waited for the conversation to break off, and for the three of them to throw down in an epic fight like the one the Exterminator and the Flying Fox had in St. Louis last month.
The one which had left the Arch lying at the bottom of the Mississippi River, and the governor of Missouri howling for damages.
Sadly, no battle seemed to be forthcoming. While the conversation grew heated at times, there was no hint of violence.
Probably just as well, he thought. I need the job. And if these three get rowdy one little coffee shop is going to be the least of their concerns.
He straightened up as the Seductress rose and slowly strutted over to the counter, the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs. He gulped, eyes wide, as her sheer physical impact drained the blood from his brain. His cock tented his pants, and he tried to hide it behind the register.
“Hello.” he said, flushing as his voice broke like a kid going through puberty. “Can I help you? Do you need a refill?” He tried to keep his eyes off the proud hills of her breasts, their nipples poking at the thin cloth covering her chest.
“You surely can,” she said, her voice low and dark, thick with desire. “And I do need a refill. It has been…hours…since someone filled me up.” In his pants, his cock surged, pounding with his heartbeat. He barely noticed Blue Balls stand and join the Seductress.
“Do you see my friend over there? The thin man with dark hair?”
Chuck nodded. “E.D.,” he said.
She smiled. “He prefers Edward these days. But I’m glad you know who he is. And who we are. Well, Chuck,” she said, reading his name tag. “Edward and I have a little bet. And Blue here is very interested in the result. Edward thinks I can’t make you cum with him in the building. You know how he is supposed to affect men. I think I can do it. Blue is going to be our witness.
“So is there someplace we can be alone? Just the three of us?”
Chuck’s eyes darted between the three of them. The Seductress smiled and leaned forward, allowing him to see down her cleavage. Blue Balls rolled her eyes. In the corner booth, E.D. (no, Edward, damn it) raised his cup in a mocking salute.
“Cynthia,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “Could you watch the front counter for a few minutes? I’m taking my break.”
*****
The stockroom was packed with coffee supplies, but filled with aromatic scents. Chocolate, vanilla, cloves, and cinnamon all fought for preeminence in the small space.
As soon as the door closed, Olivia had Chuck backed up against it, her body pressed close to his.
“Mmmm,” she groaned softly, her nose sniffing at his neck. “You smell good. Young. And male. And horny.” She untucked his shirt, sliding her palms over his stomach and up his chest. “Let’s take this off,” she whispered.
He was a well-made young man, she saw with a smile as she tossed his shirt aside. Broad-shouldered and stocky, but not fat, not yet. “You’ll have to watch yourself, Chuck. The Freshman Fifteen is starting to make an appearance.” She patted his middle fondly, then unzipped his slacks. “Nice. Very nice,” she said. His cock stood up proudly, the tip a fire-engine red. She cradled it in her hand, savoring the heat.
“How about you sit down, honey?” she asked. With a gentle push, she guided him to a pallet stacked with bags of coffee. “Now I can give you a nice blow-job and we can be on our way.”
“Don’t forget,” said Chloe from one side. “I want to see him shoot. You’ve got him hard, I won’t deny that. But that’s only half the question.”
“Don’t worry, Blue,” Olivia said with a long-suffering sigh. “You’ll get to see all you want. Do you have a problem with this?” she asked Chuck.
“Of course he doesn’t,” Blue scoffed. “All men are pigs. He’d let you suck him off on-stage at a Donald Trump rally if it meant he could get his rocks off.” Her voice faltered as Olivia stepped forward, her eyes blazing.
“Shut. Your. Mouth,” she snarled. She pointed a finger at Chuck, who was blinking with confusion. “That,” she said, “is a decent guy. I know it because it is my gift to know it. Edward is another decent guy. And you know that. This city is filled with decent people, if you would just give them a chance. Just because you had a pig for a boyfriend three years ago is no reason to shit all over them. So if you can’t say anything pleasant, keep your mouth shut.
“Now, Chuck,” she said, turning with a smile as Chloe glared at her shoes, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment and shame, “What would you like?”
“You,” he stammered. “I want to see you.” He made a involuntary motion with his hands.
“I see,” she said softly. She stepped close to where he sat. With a graceful motion, she pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders. It slid down her chest and bunched at her waist, exposing her breasts. “Come on,” she said. “Touch me. I’m not glass. I won’t break.”
Chuck’s hands were shaking as he set them on her thighs. She smiled her encouragement and moved closer, her hands loosely clasped around the back of his neck. She stood between his spread legs and drew his head to her breasts. Discerning her desire, Chuck kissed them, then took one taut nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the throbbing nubbin, making her moan happily, and she felt his hands grow steady. Increasingly confident, they traveled down her legs, squeezed her rear quickly, then caressed her back on their way up to join his mouth at her mounds.
Heat bloomed in her middle as he cupped her breasts. She shuddered in sensual pleasure, fighting her need to fling herself onto Chuck and impale her itching sheath on his straining manhood. She squeezed her thighs together, savoring the slow, steady throb of her pulse in her groin.
“That’s very nice, dear.” Even to her own ears, her voice sounded weak and unsteady. She glanced aside at Chloe, watching them expressionlessly. “But we can’t disappoint Blue here, can we?” A gentle hand stroked his cheek, and she smiled as he leaned into it. She bent her head, stooping to gather his mouth in a long kiss. Even as their lips parted, she breathed a blessing into his mouth. Chuck’s future lovers would thank her, if they knew what she had done.
Gracefully, she knelt. The linoleum floor was hard and cold on her knees, but she scarcely noticed. Chuck’s cock jutted up between them. She breathed on it, smiling as it surged toward her. Chuck lolled back in his makeshift seat, his eyes closed. Olivia leaned forward, her hair falling in a curtain, hiding her face as she took her first taste of him.
The groan came in unison, torn from two aroused throats. Chuck sagged back, his head braced on the cinderblock wall, as Olivia worked her magic on him. For her part, Olivia felt her hunger rise up within her, the need the Change had wrought driving her onward. Her mouth was gentle, warm and kind on Chuck’s tool, but her desire was fierce. Ever since the night of the Change, lust had been her constant companion. Insatiable, barely able to remember a time when her body hadn’t sought others to quench an unending thirst, she hummed happily around Chuck’s engorged tool. Her lips opened wide and her tongue reached out to spiral around his fat, throbbing shaft.
“Oh, Chuck, baby. You’re going to make some woman very happy with this fat, thick dick of yours. Maybe that cute little brunette in your poli-sci class. You know the one? The short Latina with the small boobs? She likes you. A lot.” Her tongue flicked out, rasping over his cock-head, and he twitched.
“Maria? I like her. Oh, fuck, that feels good. But she’s so small. I don’t…Christ…want to hurt her. Making love, I mean.”
Olivia giggled, then took his whole shaft into her mouth. She bobbed on it, grunting as his spongy head rammed against the back of her throat. She backed off, her hand slowly jacking him, slick with her saliva. “Don’t worry, honey. Your tab A is just right for her slot B. And she loves cowgirl. Can you see her now, Chuck? Her black hair spilling down as she rubs herself on your cock. You grab her ass, lift her up, and she sits on your dick. The feeling as you enter her? Hot and slick and wet? Just think about it. That’s right,” she continued, feeling his muscles tense. Her strokes sped, milking his penis. Her other hand cupped his balls, encouraging his imminent explosion. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Shoot your sweet cum out. Let me see it!”
Her hot words and the promise of his soul-mate drove Chuck over the edge. With a hoarse gasp he tensed, his cock quivering in Olivia’s spit-slickened fist. Chloe watched, her eyes wide, as a white, ropy burst of semen flew into the air, landing on Olivia’s heaving chest. Several more followed, until her breasts were spattered with Chuck’s cum.
“Good boy,” she breathed. She gave his cock a last, lingering stroke, smiling as his hips twitched. “Thank you,” she continued. “I win.” She grinned and massaged his cum into her chest, her nose inhaling the scent delightedly. She shuddered in pleasure as her hands kneaded her breasts, sticky with his juices.
“What?” she asked, catching Chloe’s disbelieving stare as she pulled the straps of her dress back into place. “It isn’t poison. It won’t kill you. In fact,” she said, “It’s fucking wonderful. The ability I have to make people happy. Men and women both. Look at him,” she said, pointing her chin at Chuck. He grinned in response. “When was the last time you saw someone look so pleased with themselves? I can do that every single day.
“And so could you. If you wanted.”
She pulled the stockroom door open and sauntered out, smiling at Edward in victory.
“Don’t hug her,” Chloe sniped. Behind them, Chuck staggered out the door, his clothes disheveled, displaying a loopy smile. “She’s got guy-goo all over her. Can’t you smell it?”
“From what I understand, it’s not anything new,” Edward said mildly. “And since I spent most of last night doing the same thing, who am I to judge?
“So, Chloe,” he said quietly, his voice sympathetic. “Your place?”
*****
“You don’t understand,” Chloe said. Her voice was low and hoarse, scabbed with pain.
“We might,” Olivia said gently. “But we need to know what happened on the night of the Change before we can try to help you.”
They were sitting in the living room of Chloe’s penthouse. Everything had been going well. But when the time had come for her to tell Edward and Olivia her tale, Blue had balked. Riddled by bitterness and self-hatred, she huddled on the couch, refusing to speak.
While Olivia tried to drag the story out of her, Edward looked around enviously. Though he tried to keep from judging the young girl in front of him, it was obvious this home had been bought with the proceeds from fleecing dozens of men, all of whom had hopes of going to bed with Chloe.
And all of whom had been disappointed.
The apartment was on the top floor of the most expensive high-rise in town. As they walked past the doorman, Edward had felt underdressed and seedy. The penthouse itself had done nothing to change that impression. It was all hardwood floors, leather furniture, marble counter tops, and stainless steel appliances. The cost of the entertainment center alone would pay his mortgage for two months.
Maybe three.
Chloe finally took a deep, shuddering breath. Closing her eyes, she started to speak.
“When the Change hit, I had just broken up with my boyfriend. I was only eighteen,” she said, staring at her clenched hands. “I wasn’t ready for sex. Some of my girlfriends had gone all the way with their boyfriends, but not me. Terry told me if I wasn’t going to put out, he wasn’t going to waste his time on me. So I was in my room, crying, when the Change happened.
“I didn’t know what it was. How could I? I thought it was just my brain talking to me. You know, like how you talk to yourself when you’re in a bad mood, or scared?”
Olivia and Edward nodded in understanding, and she relaxed slightly. “Well, I said that if I had to act like a whore just to have a boyfriend, I wasn’t ever going to have sex. That boys and men and fuck, women too, I guess, would buy me stuff and give me whatever I wanted, and beg me to go to bed with them, and I’d just laugh. And they’d be sorry. They’d all be sorry.” She looked at them bleakly. “God, I wish I knew then what I know now. Now I know what sorry really feels like.
“I didn’t even know what had happened to me, at first. I mean, all sorts of crazy shit was happening around the world. People able to fly, and lift up dump trucks, and other people, bad people, going into banks and pulling the vault doors clean off and walking away with money and jewelry and shit. And people getting killed. Killed awfully.” Her lip trembled, and Edward was reminded that despite her tough-girl exterior, Chloe was only twenty years old. Too young for what had been done to her. And young enough to be terrified by the literal witch hunts which had gone on around the world in the first terrible weeks after the Change.
“I know some people got a lot better looking. Or stronger. You, for instance, Seductress…”
“Call me Olivia.”
“Whatever. But I didn’t really notice what had happened to me. My boobs were a little bigger, and I was more toned, but hell, I was eighteen and still growing into my body. And I didn’t get zits anymore, but my mom had told me I’d stop breaking out when I got older.
“But I figured it out after a while. At first it was that guys would just buy me stuff. I mean, girls are used to guys holding open doors and things like that. So at first I thought they were just being polite, you know? But it kept on getting bigger. All I would have to do was smile and show them some titty, and I would get anything I wanted. Money, concert tickets, whatever. Hell, half the time I didn’t even have to ask. Like that dumb kid back there at the coffee shop.
“And then,” she said, her lips pressed tight, “I figured out the other half. I was going out with this guy from my high school. Just an ordinary guy I’d known since the sixth grade. He asked me out, and we got along well. Real well. He made me feel good. Happy, you know? And I decided I wanted to go to bed with him. And I found out I couldn’t. Not wouldn’t,” she said, looking up at Chloe and Edward furiously, as if they were the cause of her pain. “Couldn’t. Oh, I could make out with him, and let him feel me up. But I couldn’t do anything to make him…make him come. When a guy tries to take my pants off I go crazy. Hitting and punching and biting. I can’t give a blow job. I can’t even use my hands. The same goes for women. I tried a couple. The same thing happens.
“So I drove the one boy who I actually liked away. He’s married now, and he and his wife are expecting a little boy in a few months. I went to their wedding. And it killed me to watch it. They were happy. And I never will be.
“Once,” she said, her voice unutterably bitter, “I tried to get a guy to ignore it. How I fought. Like it was a game, you know? Told him to go on, no matter what I said or did. I thought maybe, if I can just get someone inside me, it would break the spell. Like the worst Disney movie ever made.
“I knocked him unconscious,” she said, looking at her hands. “I nearly killed him. After that, I stopped trying. I just go for the money now. I’d rather have men hate me than kill them.”
For a while they sat in silence. Olivia broke it. “You poor kid,” she said, reaching for her.
“Stop it!” Chloe said, knocking her hand aside. She glowered at Olivia. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want your sympathy. You say you can cure me. Fine. But don’t pretend you like me. I know you don’t. No one does. Not really. They just want inside my pants. Or my money.” She laughed humorlessly. “Nothing ever changes.”
Olivia drew back, hurt showing in her eyes. Edward leaned forward, changing the subject. “What do you think? Two parts, just like me? What would be the physical part? What makes her so irresistible?”
“Pheromones? How she smells?”
He sat back in his chair. “Damn. That’s clever. And a good idea. A natural aphrodisiac. If I was some sort of godlike being who could make Changes like that, that would be how I would do it. Something people wouldn’t notice. Not unless you got her sweat under a chemical analyzer. Christ, if you could bottle it you could make a mint. What about the psychological part?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Olivia said. “Take a young woman, still a virgin. She’s nervous about her first time. A little afraid. She’s been hurt by her previous boyfriend. Angry about what happened. Now take that noxious stew of emotion and turn it up to eleven. Give her more strength than a woman her size ordinarily has. And watch the fireworks.” She flicked her eyes to Chloe, huddled on the couch, tense and miserable.
“When I cured Edward, Chloe, we were in bed together. It’s always been easier for me to join with people when we have a sexual connection. Unfortunately,” she said with a sad smile, “that’s not going to be an option here. Not with your issues.
“So I would like you to slide over here, where I can put an arm around you before I try. Is that okay with you?”
Chloe bit her lip. Her ordinarily pale face was even whiter, her lips bloodless. She swallowed thickly. “I’ll try.” She scooted over, tensing as Olivia slipped a bare arm around her shoulders.
“Just relax,” she said softly. “Close your eyes.” She smiled slightly as Chloe’s lids fluttered shut. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she continued. “I would never hurt you. I’m here to help. And once I’m done you’ll be happy again.” Still speaking softly, she tried to weave herself into the pattern of Chloe’s mind.
“Get away!” Chloe shouted. She shoved Olivia away violently, sending her sprawling on the floor. Olivia looked up blearily to see her crouched in a corner of the couch, her face angry and terrified.
“I told you it wouldn’t work.” She sounded oddly vindicated.
So, Olivia thought. Whoever did this protected her mind as well. Vicious fucking bastards. But I’m not giving up yet.
“Maybe not. But we have all day.” She looked around the room, her glance falling on a white guitar with a black neck in a stand near the entertainment center. “What kind of guitar is that? Do you play?”
Chloe smiled, happy at the change of subject. The expression transformed her face. “Hell yes, I play.” She picked up the guitar, sliding the strap over her shoulder. “This is a Joan Jett model Gibson Melody Maker. She used it on all of her hits. I got it six months ago. I’ve been practicing almost every day. I’m not very good yet, but I’ve been working on it.” Her fingers picked out a melody, the silvery notes pure in the afternoon sunshine pouring through the windows. “How about you? Did you ever play an instrument?”
Olivia flipped a hand dismissively. “I played flute when I was in junior high. All part of the good little Chinese girl act. Nothing now. Edward?”
He ducked his head, embarrassed. “I played drums for a band when I was in college. I thought it would be a good way to meet girls. Didn’t work.”
“No way!” Chloe’s eyes were shining. “Do you still have them? We should jam sometime. I’ve got plenty of room here. And the neighbors downstairs can’t complain. I own half the building.”
Edward leaned forward. “What kind of music do you like? Who are your influences?”
“Women,” she said promptly. “Bad-ass women who can rock. None of this touchy-feely crap like Adele. Blondie. Siouxsie and the Banshees. Heart. Pink. Pat Benatar. And Joan Jett, of course.”
“I love Joan Jett,” Edward smiled. “Could you play for us?” From the floor, Olivia nodded enthusiastically.
“I would love to hear you,” she said.
Chloe flushed, her skin blooming a delicate pink. Olivia thought she had never seen her look more lovely.
“All right,” she said. Despite her grudging tone, her eyes were eager. She plugged the guitar into an amplifier, then fiddled with an expensive-looking piece of equipment.
“This pulls the instrument I’m playing out of the song. So I can practice with the band who recorded it. Kind of like a karaoke machine.” She flexed her hand as a thundering drum solo pounded through the speakers. In moments, Joan Jett’s “Do You Want to Touch Me,” was resounding through the room.
“Every girl and boy needs a little joy.
All you do is sit and stare.
Begging on my knees; baby, won’t you please?
Run your fingers through my hair?”
Now. While she’s distracted. As Chloe sang, Olivia insinuated herself into her occupied mind. With her attention on the song and her instrument, she was able to avoid the fear and mistrust at the surface, and dive deep into her.
The body first, she thought. With her experience with Edward as a template, she was quickly able to find the Changes which had been made in her. She considered for a moment, then made a quick adjustment. The pheromones which made Chloe irresistible were now under her control. What she did with them was her choice.
Now, the mind. She dove deeper into Chloe’s psyche, hearing the music all around her, feeling a part of the joy Chloe took in it.
So suddenly she gasped, she emerged in a garden. The grass was green and cool under her bare feet. A few yards away, a small girl with long black hair and pale skin looked up. Her dark eyes were swollen with weeping, and her face bore the tracks of her tears.
“Hello,” she said, kneeling down. “My name is Olivia. Are you Chloe?”
The girl nodded, her lip trembling. Olivia took her hand gently, and caught her breath. The delicate skin of her hands and arms was scored with bloody scrapes.
“Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice sounding harsh in her ears.
“I don’t know. I don’t like it here,” the tiny Chloe said. “I want to go away. But they won’t let me.” She pointed, and Olivia noticed for the first time that the garden was surrounded by a hedge made of rosebushes. The scent was cloyingly sweet, but the thorns were long and bitterly sharp.
“I tried to leave. I did! But it hurts. It hurts so much. Will you help me? I don’t like it here. I want to go away.”
“Of course, honey,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. In her mind, she cursed the ones who had done this. If this is a test, she thought, the ones who are running it are monsters.
She gathered Chloe into her arms. “Hold tight to me.” The child burrowed in close, hiding her face in her hair, wrapping her arms around Olivia’s neck. She held the child tight, using her forearms to shield her from the raking thorns.
She walked to the edge of the hedge and stopped. “You have no place here,” she said to it, her voice clear and cold as winter ice. “I am Olivia Lee, the Seductress. I protect the weak and I heal the ones you have carelessly blighted with your power.” The limbs of the bushes thrashed in an unfelt wind. They reached for her, the brambles seeking to tear at her exposed flesh. The music rose to a crescendo. She extended one arm, and a blade suddenly appeared in her hand. A sword? No, a set of pruning shears. Again it changed, and she held a six-string guitar, blindingly white. Untouched by her hands, it rang with music.
“Get out of her mind,” she growled, and strode forward. The branches reached forward menacingly.
“Would you like a piggy-back ride, honey?” she said. She shifted Chloe around so she was riding on her back. With a vicious sweep, she whirled the guitar through the air. Wherever it struck, branches shattered like icicles. In moments, she had cleared a path through the barrier. Her boots ground the broken remains of the hedge into the dust, leaving only a handful of rose petals, floating away on a warm breeze.
She turned and faced the plants. “When I come back,” she said, “I expect you to be gone. You have no place here.”
On her back, little Chloe wiggled. She crouched so she could slide down to the ground.
“I’m leaving now,” she said. “Thank you, Olivia. Goodbye.” She turned and ran away. Olivia couldn’t be sure, but her form seemed to alter and grow the farther away she got. It grew dimmer in the distance, but just before it vanished, it seemed to Olivia that she saw a woman, her hips swaying proudly, her steps swift and sure.
She blinked, and found herself back in the living room of Chloe’s penthouse. She was shaking as if she had just run a marathon. In front of her, Chloe stood gasping over her guitar. Her white t-shirt was drenched with sweat, and her blue hair clung in sweaty spikes to her forehead.
“What…” Olivia stopped and wet her dry lips. “How long was I out of it?”
“Nearly half an hour,” Edward replied. He looked back and forth between the two women. “You just sat there, staring at her. I couldn’t get you to respond to me. And Chloe…” He trailed off. “Good God, girl. You were shredding. If this is how you play as a beginner, I can’t wait until you’re an expert.”
“She was in my head,” Chloe said. “I could feel her. I knew if I stopped, I would lose control again. So I just kept playing. It helped, some.” She looked at Olivia, her face tense. “Did you do it? I think…I think you did. I feel different.”
“I did,” Olivia said. Her voice was quietly triumphant. “You’re still going to drive men crazy,” she said, rising to her feet. “But that’s going to be due to the fact that you are an amazingly lovely young woman. Not because of any chemical assistance your sweat glands are giving you. You’ll have control of that, by the way. But I would advise you to leave it alone. You’re not going to need the help.”
“So…I can have sex?”
“All the sex you want, honey.”
“But…I’m still scared.”
“Of course you are.” Her voice was warm and understanding. She drew her into an embrace, smiling when Chloe didn’t shy away from her touch. “You’re a virgin. And it’s always harder for a woman than a man. We have to open up, to allow another person’s body to invade ours. But if you choose the right lover,” she said softly, “you’ll never be afraid again.
“Edward, for instance.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You,” she said. “You’ve been making cow-eyes at her ever since we met her this morning. And it wasn’t just about how she smelled.
“You two are right for each other, Edward,” she said. Her voice was filled with love and affection. “The way I could never be right for you. You’re an old-fashioned man. You’ve said it yourself. I can’t give you what you want. I couldn’t even try. What the Change has done to me, the urges I have…the needs…” She trailed off, her eyes distant, focused on something Edward couldn’t see. “I wouldn’t trade what I have for anything. I’ve grown. Changed. I’m happy with who I am. So very happy.
“But you could never be happy with me. How could you, being who we are? Can you stand there and say you wouldn’t be jealous when I came home with another man’s scent on me? Or if you came home and found a strange woman in our bed?
“But with Chloe? You can be. And you will.” She stepped out of Chloe’s arms, circling behind her. “Look at her, Edward.” She stood behind her, cupping her firm young buttocks, reveling in the feeling of the warm flesh, felt through the worn leather. She dropped a quick kiss onto her neck.
“Trust me,” she breathed into her ear. “Unless you would rather not. All you have to do is say no. We would never hurt you, darling.”
Chloe shook her head violently. “No. I want it. I want this. I want him,” she said. Her voice was strong and confident. “I’ve wanted him since the day I first met him. Months ago. When he came to the jail and talked to me. He was the first person in forever who didn’t treat me like a freak. He didn’t want anything. He just listened. I had almost forgotten what that felt like.
“I do have one question, though,” she said to Edward, as Olivia began to pull her shirt off. She raised her arms, unresisting. “How old are you?” She eyed the strands of gray in his hair nervously.
Edward smiled crookedly. “I was twenty-eight when the Change hit. I’m thirty-one now.” He ran a hand through the gray hair at his temples and grimaced. “This is what happens to a man when he can’t get an erection for three years. I don’t recommend it.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Olivia?” he asked plaintively. “If I’m the one who is right for Chloe, why are you the one who is taking her clothes off?”
She grinned at him, her hands laced around Chloe’s bare stomach. She drew her close, pressing her chest into Chloe’s naked back. “Because you are still sitting over there. Do you want her? Or not? Because if you don’t, I am going to do my damnedest to convince her to go to bed with me instead of you.” She ran her fingers up Chloe’s sides, stopping just short of the swells of her breasts.
Chloe turned her head away from Edward, who was sitting in an agony of indecision. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Trust me, love,” Olivia whispered into her ear. “I know his type. You have to force him to act. Otherwise he’ll sit and dither and never do anything.”
Chloe trembled, Olivia’s hot breath sending shivers down her body. A warm, gentle ache began to bloom under her gentle touch, centered in her groin. She looked down at her breasts. They seemed to swell slightly, the skin becoming flushed, blooming pink. As she watched, her nipples tightened, forming hot buds the size of gumdrops. She raised one hand, cupping a breast, squeezing it. Her lips parted in a breathless moan.
She opened her eyes to see Edward staring at her. She swallowed hard. “Edward. Will you take my pants off? And take me to bed? And make love to me?” She laughed jaggedly. “I’ll try not to beat you unconscious.”
He rose to his feet and walked slowly over to her. His eyes, looking down at her, were infinitely gentle, and she felt her heart swell with desire for him. She laid a hand on his face, feeling the grain of stubble, his bony cheekbones. She traced the line of his eyebrow with his thumb. She felt his hands on her shoulders, and trembled; partly in fear, partly in longing. He stooped toward her suddenly. Before she could flinch away, she felt his lips, warm and gentle on hers.
As quickly as he had touched her, he pulled away. Gracefully, he sank to his knees in front of her. His hands held her hips. His fingers ran over her belt.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded, quick and hard. “Do it.”
His fingers worked quickly, unfastening the buckle and pulling the belt through the loops of her pants. She stood stock-still, but no fire of anger and fear raced through her. She smiled down at him through trembling lips, tears threatening to spill over her lids.
“Now the pants. Please.”
In a dead silence, Edward undid the clasp of her leather pants. It parted effortlessly, and he pulled down the zipper, exposing a triangle of white lace. He pulled at the waistband, but the leather pants refused to move.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “Do women have to wear these things so tight?”
“They do if they want to look good. Who wears baggy leather?” Suddenly Olivia was kneeling behind Chloe. He had nearly forgotten her. Working together, the wrestled the stubborn garment over her hips and down to her knees.
“Damn. You’ve got a fine ass, girl,” she said. Her greedy hands roamed over the curves of Chloe’s hips, and her lips dotted kisses on her butt-cheeks. “And a white lace thong? I didn’t know you had it in you. I would have pegged you for a commando girl.” She inhaled deeply, her nose drinking deep of her scent as Chloe laughed.
“You just wanted to touch my butt,” Chloe teased. “Pervert.”
“Guilty,” Olivia said cheerfully. “But I think I should leave you two alone. Of course, if you want any help…” She trailed off suggestively.
“Get on out of here,” Edward said gruffly. He stood and gave her a rib-crushing hug. “I’m glad I went out for a beer last night,” he whispered into her hair. “It’s one of the best ideas I’ve had in years. Thank you.”
“No,” she said. “Thank you. If I hadn’t met you, I would never have known how deep my abilities went. You two be good to each other,” she said, clasping their hands.
“We will.” Chloe’s eyes were sparkling. “And who knows? Once we get used to each other, we might invite you over some night. Or some day. It’s obvious you’re lusting over my tender young body. And I already know how well you and Edward get along.” She squeezed her hand.
Olivia giggled, her eyes wicked. “That’s a date. Now go on with you two. Make love. Be happy. I’ll see you soon.” With a last wave she turned and walked away. The door closed and locked behind her.
****
“So, here we are,” Edward said. He looked away, suddenly feeling very awkward. He looked down at his worn shoes, his faded jeans, his beige t-shirt. For years, he had tried to deflect attention; to turn other eyes away. Now he stood in the middle of an apartment which probably cost more in rent than he made in a year, with a beautiful, blue-haired punk-rocker in front of him, asking him to take her to bed.
You’re not worthy of her, a hateful voice whispered in his head. Look at you. Now look at her. It’s ridiculous. She’s incredible, and you’re…you. Why do you think you deserve a woman as beautiful as she is? Stop embarrassing yourself and leave while you still have some dignity.
He recognized the voice. It was his own. For three years, the same litany of self-disgust had run through his mind every time he tried to break his curse of impotence. How many times had he sat in the dark, hating himself, hating his life, while that soft voice mocked him?
“Edward?”
He looked up. Chloe stood in front of him. Her face was uncertain. Edward suddenly realized she was as worried as he was. Rejection as a teenager, followed by three hollow, empty years after the Change, had made her fragile and achingly vulnerable.
“She cured me,” she said, the tone making the statement almost a question.
“She cured me,” he replied. Their eyes met, and suddenly they were both grinning like loons.
“She cured us!”
Edward bent and caught her around the waist. With a victorious shout he lifted her high in the air, slowly spinning in place. Her bright blue hair floated around her shoulders as she laughed down at him. She swatted at him with her hands.
“Put me down, you doofus! Before your skinny ass drops me!”
He lowered her to the floor and looked at her, his face serious.
“Are you sure about this? About making love? I know she says we’re right for each other, but…”
“Yes.” she said. “I’m done waiting.” She lowered her hand to his groin, rubbing softly.
“Listen to me, you skinny dope,” she continued. “There’s a reason why Olivia Lee is the sexual protector of Des Moines. And it isn’t just because of her face and her tits and her ass. I’ve done my research on her. By my count, she has introduced one hundred and thirty-seven people to each other. Do you know how many are still together? One hundred and thirty-five. Two have died. That’s it. No divorces, no separations. Nada.”
“One hundred and thirty-five? Wait…”
“Yes, Edward. It’s an odd number.” Her lips quirked. “Apparently there are four threesomes and one clan marriage with five members.”
“Oh.” Edward blushed, heat turning his neck and face red. “That’s…interesting.”
“So if the Seductress says we’re right for each other, we are.
“So are you going to take me to bed? Or not?”
“I am.”
*****
“Wow,” Edward said.
The bedroom was huge. Carpeting, dark blue, so thick he could feel his feet sinking into it, covered the floor. An enormous four-poster bed dominated one corner, set against windows which looked west and south. It was covered in dark red sheets and pillows. Chloe hopped into it and sat back on her heels. Her pale body seemed to glow with its own inner light.
“Well?” she said with a smile. “Take your clothes off, lover boy. Let me see what got the infamous Seductress all hot and bothered.”
Edward gave a crooked grin and bowed humorously. “At your command, my lady.” He slowly removed his clothes, trying not to feel strange. It had been so long since he had been in another woman’s bedroom. Sad experience had taught him to expect the worst in this situation.
Chloe’s eyes, however, were eager and curious. For the first time, Edward thought he was seeing the girl she had been, before the Change had ruined her life. She had reclaimed her own identity, and her open, simple enthusiasm was infectious. Her remarks were no longer bitingly vicious. Instead, there was a thread of gentle, teasing humor, meant to make him laugh at himself.
And if I can’t laugh at myself, who can I laugh at?
He pulled off his jeans, hesitated over his boxers, then finally took those off as well. Chloe had given him her trust by stripping down to her panties in front of both him and Olivia. It would be the least he could do to return that trust.
Her lay down beside her. “So,” he said. “How would you like to start?”
She ducked her head, suddenly shy. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “I’ve never done this before. Will it hurt?”
Edward blinked, recalling her words from earlier. He had almost forgotten she was a virgin. “I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t. The most important thing,” he said, “is whether you’ve broken your hymen. Do you know if you have?”
“Yes. I did.” She looked up, her eyes twinkling. “I slipped on my brother’s bike and racked myself when I was thirteen.” Edward winced in sympathy. “I know it isn’t as bad for girls as it is for boys, but damn, it hurt. When I saw the blood in my panties later I completely freaked and ran to my mother. I thought I was bleeding internally or something. She explained it to me. Which was a relief in more ways than one. She told me I was lucky, and that it would make things easier my first time.”
He closed his eyes in gratitude. The thought of breaking Chloe’s hymen when they made love had been terrifying. “Well, then,” he said. “The only thing we need to do is to make sure you’re ready. Once you are, it won’t hurt at all. In fact,” he said with a small grin, “some girls are even rumored to like it.”
“Oh,” she said with mock disapproval. “Those girls. You can’t trust them, you know,” she whispered conspiratorially, edging closer to him on the bed. “They skip class at school, and smoke cigarettes, and make out with boys, and all sorts of terrible things. I hope,” she whispered, dropping her hand to his crotch, her small fingers stroking his throbbing shaft, “you don’t think I’m like that.”
“Of course not,” he said, and kissed her.
Kissing Chloe was a completely different experience than kissing Olivia, Edward found. Olivia Lee was also the Seductress, a person who had been Changed and given a sex drive and a sensuality that mere mortal women could only dream of. Making love with her was like making love to an earthquake, or a volcano. In your secret heart you were simply happy to survive.
Chloe was different. It wasn’t just the fact she was younger, and with far less experience. While Olivia’s sensuality was raw and overpowering, it was also somewhat terrifying. Chloe was a far easier person to relate to. One did not have the impression, as one did with Olivia, that she was restraining herself, with some difficulty, from physically attacking you and simply using your body to slake her lust. Instead, she was happy and infectiously enthusiastic.
Edward sighed into Chloe’s mouth, which had opened eagerly under his, as she stroked his cock. Her lips were gentle, but firm, and tasted of strawberry lip gloss. He snaked one hand around her hips and pulled her closer to him, sighing as his cock brushed the warm skin of her stomach. Tentatively, he let his tongue venture into her mouth. She whimpered softly, and he felt her hands thread into his hair and pull him in tight. Her tongue softly touched his, then wrapped around it with gentle ferocity. He pulled his away slightly, flicking the tip of her tongue with the tip of his, enjoying the sensation.
He drew back for a moment, meeting her eyes. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight flowing through the windows. One white hand cupped her breast. The flesh of her bosom was a pale pink, but the nipple was dark and turgid.
“Here,” she said. “I want you to kiss me here.”
“As you wish,” he said, and bent his head to her chest as she lay on her back. Opening his mouth, he kissed the slope of her breast. Teasing her, he circled the taut nipple with his lips, his tongue caressing her warm flesh.
Above him, she hissed her impatience. “Edward, you might be the right man for me, but if you don’t start sucking on my titties right now I’m going to cave your head in!”
He looked up at her, his mouth curving in a grin. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“If you don’t start doing what I tell you, it might be the last thing you ever hear.” She shook her fist in a mock threat. “Seriously, Edward. You kiss amazing. I want your mouth on my boobs. And then I want you inside me. And after that,” her voice gentled, “I might want quite a bit more.”
Edward swallowed hard. What had started out as an errand of mercy this morning had turned into a huge responsibility. He wanted Chloe. Wanted her badly. But he knew, hearing her words and the affection in her voice, that this moment was a fulcrum on which both of their lives turned. And it was his job to see it through successfully.
He lowered his head to her chest. All joking gone, he took her left nipple into his mouth. He ran his other hand from Chloe’s hip to her flank and to her right breast as her back arched into the air. With his hand he softly squeezed her mound. He ran his tongue around her swollen nipple, then drew on it, nursing like a baby. His tongue flickered over the tip, making her squirm.
Chloe writhed beneath him. With surprising strength, she grasped his wrist and forced his hand towards the junction of her legs. “Here, Edward,” she panted. “I need you here. Touch me, please. I’m on fire.” She pulled her panties off and kicked them onto the floor.
He closed his eyes, praying for guidance. He kept his mouth on her breast, suckling at her nipple, his tongue playing with her aroused flesh. Slowly, his hand crept over her trembling stomach. As he neared her groin, her legs eased apart, and she made a low, groaning sound deep within her throat.
He gently curled his fingers, delicately tracing her labia. Slowly, so slowly, he teased her nether lips apart, taking advantage of her wetness to ease his entrance. A deep breath, then another, and then he pushed his index finger inside her. Her aroused flesh was hot, tight, and slippery around his probing digit. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her canal, and with the ball of his thumb sought the bud of her clitoris.
She shuddered, a bone-deep, wrenching spasm, and groaned. “Oh, damn,” she breathed. “That feels so good.
“Naked. With a man in my bed. Finally.” She smiled down at Edward as he switched breasts, his mouth tenderly nursing at her straining nipple. His hand was busy between her legs, and her hips rose of their own volition as he pleasured her. “Oh, God.” Her voice was a strained rasp. “I’m getting close, Edward. And I want my first cum to be with you inside me. Get your fingers out and your cock in!”
Edward pulled his hand away from her as she draped her hands around his neck. She pulled his head away from her breasts so she could look in his eyes.
“Protection, darling?”
His eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit. No. I haven’t needed it in so long…” He trailed off.
“Neither did I,” she replied. “Fuck it. Let’s do it like teenagers. Young, dumb, horny, and trusting to good luck.” She spread her legs for him, pale skin glowing in the sunlight.
Edward covered her mouth with his and kissed her fiercely as the import of her words struck home. In all his lonely life, no one had ever made him feel the way Chloe did with that simple declaration of trust. He pulled back and looked at her, resplendent in her unashamed nudity. Her legs were fine and straight. Her was pubis beautiful, capped by the fine, silky down of black hair on her mons. Her breasts stood high and proud, her nipples dark and hard. Her bright blue hair framed her lovely face, set with an expression of both desire and determination.
He moved between her legs, positioning himself. Her knees rose, brushing his sides. He grabbed his cock and gently placed it at her opening. Her lips were red and swollen with desire, already parting for his shaft.
As he maneuvered into place, his cock-head grazed her clit. Chloe twitched and her eyes grew wide. “Whoa,” she said. “Do that again.”
Raising his eyebrows, he let his glans rest on her clitoris, where the swollen bud emerged from its hood. Chloe closed her eyes and sank into the mattress, her legs spreading wide. “So good,” she moaned. “So hot.” She swallowed thickly as her buttocks tensed, raising her hips. The movement made Edward’s tip slide over her engorged nubbin.
“Baby?” she breathed. “Do you think you could hold still while I…play with you for a bit?”
“I’ll do whatever you need to make you happy,” he replied. His eyes were rapt as he watched her.
She smiled a little, her lips trembling. He hung above her, braced on his arms. His cock was a steel bar, the tip wet with both of their juices. Chloe raised her hands and squeezed her breasts, savoring how they felt; hot and full. As she did, he bent his head so he could kiss her nipples.
All the while, she was gently undulating against his cock-head. She pushed her clit against the spongy tip. God, this feels so much better than my fingers! It pulsed against her, matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat. She raised her hips, running her lips over his shaft, and Edward groaned against her breast. He lifted his head from her chest, his eyes hazy with lust.
“You feel so good, Chloe. So hot and wet. I can’t stand it.” He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, burrowing into the angle where her neck met her shoulder. That brought the curve of his ear within range, and she gently bit down on the tender lobe. He grew stock-still, and when she breathed into his ear and licked its sweet curve, she thought he was going to lose all control. He groaned into her throat, his arms trembling.
“Chloe…I want…I need…”
Her heart sang with joy. “I know, sweetheart. I know. Please. I want you inside me. It’s time.”
He pulled back enough to look at her. “Are you sure?”
She smiled into his worried eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
In response, he kissed her deeply, his mouth and lips and tongue seeking to prove his desire for her. He lowered his hips, dragging his cock-head through her wet lips, then pushed.
She caught her breath, her heart pounding as he filled her. None of her youthful experiments with vibrators and dildos had prepared her for the exquisite feeling of his cock. Nor had her small collection of romance novels, moldering in a bottom drawer in her bureau. They had all made it seem like the act of lovemaking was like a storm, or a hurricane, wild and dangerous.
This, though…
With Edward inside her, she felt warm, and protected. And safe. And desired. Desired so deeply and thoroughly she thought her soul would explode with joy.
She didn’t realize she was crying until she heard her name being urgently called. Edward’s face hovered anxiously over hers, furrowed with his concern
“Chloe? Are you all right?”
She smiled through her tears. “Yes. I am. For the first time in years, I am all right.
“Now hush. And love me.”
Somehow understanding all she meant, with words both said and unsaid, he nodded. He lowered himself until his chest was brushing her breasts. She felt him move, his cock pulling out of her, then coming back in, filling her. The sensation was indescribable. Involuntarily, her legs rose, her knees gripping Edward’s hips, and she leaned up, kissing him, drinking in his beloved essence.
They fit so well together. As if they had been made for each other. And maybe we have, she thought dizzily, as her body seemed to spiral upward, beyond her control. Maybe there actually is someone for everyone, and my someone is Edward. And Olivia simply fit us together like pieces from a puzzle.
She put the thought aside, as her body was making it impossible to concentrate on anything. Her nipples were digging into Edward’s chest. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, and at the same time reached down to grab his ass, pulling him into her with each of his strokes, each time wanting him to make it harder, deeper, faster. Her hips rose, meeting his, falling into an ancient rhythm, no less familiar for being the first time for her.
The nervous roil in her belly had transmuted into something else, something more. Heavy, slow-building, and inevitable, she recognized it immediately, and welcomed it joyfully.
“Edward,” she whispered into his ear, her breath making him shiver. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your beautiful cock. Just keep doing what you’re doing, my beautiful man.”
“When?” he panted. His eyes were slightly wild.
“Now,” she grated, the word forced out between clenched teeth. “Oh, shit, Edward. Now. Now. Now!” she wailed, her muscles rippling, her mind whirling ecstatically as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt her pussy clench, viselike, around his shaft, the ring of flesh milking his hot length. She watched in awe as her body drove her lover to his peak, and Edward climaxed mere seconds after she, his manhood pumping her full of his cum.
*****
“So what are you going to do now?” Edward asked.
They were laying, comfortably entwined, on her bed. She had one leg flung casually over his thigh, and she was idly stroking Edward’s cock, her fingers coaxing him erect once more.
What next? The thought crept wickedly through her mind. Should I take him with my mouth? Or maybe he can kiss me down there. I’ve always wondered what that was like.
“Well, I’m going to have to stop grifting, I suppose,” she said. “No more playing men for fools and taking their cash. Just as well, I suppose. It stopped being fun a long time ago.”
“Maybe you should concentrate on music,” Edward suggested. “I wasn’t bullshitting when I said you could play. You’ve got talent. You could form a band.” His eyebrows lifted. “What about ‘Blue and the Ballbreakers?’ That has a nice ring to it.”
She snorted laughter and cuddled close to him. “Maybe. I can live off what I have now while I think about it. You could move in with me,” she said, her voice suddenly hesitant.
“I’d like that,” he said. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Good,” she smiled. “I mean to keep an eye on you, boy,” she teased. “Once word gets out that Edward Brewster has been cured, every Changed-chaser in town is going to be after you. I intend to keep you for myself.”
“I have no problem with that,” he said, kissing her.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat, in perfect time with her own. “Edward, tell me a story.”
He ran his fingers through her hair.
“Once upon a time, they lived happily ever after.”
The End