“I hope you’re right.” Though she stayed hopeful, Trinity couldn’t help but feel broken-hearted by it all.
***
“You’ve been awfully quiet since we left the grocery store.”
Sitting on the uncomfortable chairs at the back of the clinic where Dusty liked to look through his microscopes, Felicity nibbled on what Dusty called potato chips. They were interesting, a bit sour and her tongue was getting a bit raw, but it felt good. She’d never eaten anything like this before.
And he was right. She had been quiet, only because she had been thinking. “My mind is scattered with thoughts that refuse to sit still at the moment.”
“About your parents?” He dug into the bag between them.
“Yes. She is very pretty, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah,” he admitted through a mouthful.
“And my father… What a handsome fellow he is. My hair is dark like his. I often wondered what he looked like.”
“Your mother didn’t tell you what he looked like?” Dusty grabbed another handful from the bag.
“She only said he was very handsome and resembled his father a great deal. I always wondered who I got the dark hair from since my mother has very light hair.”
“Yeah, and your birth mother has red, though I don’t think it’s real.”
She tilted her head at him. “How could her hair not be real?”
“Not her hair, but her hair color. Women dye their hair all sorts of colors these days. It’s a chemical process that strips your hair of its color and changes it to whatever color you want,” he explained before continuing to eat the salty treats.
“How odd.” She couldn’t imagine changing her hair color.
“How come you wanted to get away from them?”
She took the bottle he offered her and after seeing him take a sip from it, she decided it couldn’t be half bad and took a sip. She nearly choked on the acidy liquid when it hit her mouth.
“Careful.” He patted her back.
“What is this?” Holding the bottle out, she gave it a cursory look.
“Soda pop. The first time you have one is always the hardest, but you get used to it.”
She wasn’t too sure about that but something he said reminded her of their earlier conversations. “Will you tell me about sex now?”
He choked on the swallow in his mouth and she did for him what he had done for her. She rubbed his back.
“You are a forward girl, aren’t you? Okay, I’ll go look for that book.”
“Why can’t you just tell me? All I want to know is if it hurts. When I’ve observed humans during sexual activity it looks as if it is painful to them. Their faces get all scrunched up and they scream and cry. It seems most painful to the female.” Despite that she still wanted to know what it felt like. She wanted to feel that euphoric sensation she’d felt earlier with Dusty.
“Oh…that. No, they’re not really in pain. They’re enjoying themselves.”
How could that be? “They look as if it pains them.”
“You’ll understand when you have sex.”
“Wonderful.” She handed the bottle to him and, standing up, pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the chair beside her. “We will do it now.”
“Holy man…,” he stammered and dropped the bottle in his hand. It fell on the floor and spilled all over the rug with a frothy foam.
“Where shall we have sex?”
“Man…man…” He wiped a hand across his mouth as he stared at her breasts.
“Would you like me here?” She stripped out of her pants.
“Oh boy, oh wow.”
“Perhaps the bed you slept in earlier?”
“Yeah…uh…a bed would be great.” He stood, his mouth gaping open.
“Wonderful.” Grabbing her clothes, she hurried to the room he’d slept in and hopped up onto the hard bed. It was rather small, and not at all comfortable, but she supposed it would do. When he entered the room, rather slowly, she held her hand out to him. “Will you join me now?”
“Oh, jeez…”
“What is the problem?” He looked pale, and his face was perspiring.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I. We will learn together.” She smiled and kept her hand stretched out to him.
“Man…oh boy…okay…I can do this.” Pulling the shirt over his head, he tossed it beside hers, then slowly undid the string at the waist of his pants.
Her eyes drifted down as he let his pants fall. “Oh…my…” He stood before her, completely naked, his member dangling down between his legs. She swallowed the lump in her throat and suddenly felt a little ill.
He climbed up onto the bed beside her. “We can stop any time you want. I hope.”
“Okay.” Felicity nodded, her body beginning to heat up. “I like the way your body looks.”
“I…uh…like yours too. Okay, I am just going to come right out with it and tell you I am so freaking nervous I may not last more than a few minutes—okay, who am I kidding, seconds. Man…”
Their bodies brushed against each other and the feel of his bare skin on hers created tiny little bumps on her skin. “I am nervous as well, but I don’t know what you mean when you say you won’t last.”
“It could be over in seconds,” he explained in a rushed breath.
“That does not seem very long.”
“Oh, I feel much better now.”
“Wonderful.” Because she was curious what his penis would feel like, she took it in her hand and felt it growing in her palm. “That is amazing. How do you lengthen it like you did?”
“I don’t…well…my body does. It’s a normal reaction when I’m aroused, just like you get wet when you’re aroused. Can I touch you?”
“By all means. I would also like you to kiss me. I like the way you kiss.”
His smile made his eyes twinkle. “Yeah. Great.” Moving towards her, he laid his lips on hers.
In her palm he grew even harder and when his hand touched her breasts she felt a warm, bubbly sensation erupt inside of her. Then his hand slid down her belly, to the swatch of hair between her legs. The instant he touched the heat she gasped and clutched onto him a little tighter.
“Want me to stop?”
“No.” She wanted more, so much more. “I want to meld with you as couples are meant to.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
She nodded, though inside she felt a little queasy.
“Okay.”
He climbed on top of her and her heart began to flutter.
Felicity felt the pressure of his weight on her, the press of his hard member near the tip of her vagina and for a brief moment she thought she might pass out. Her heart was hammering so hard beneath her chest she was sure Dusty could feel it. But when he looked into her eyes, she felt as if she could drown in the emotion she saw in him.
Though she had seen couples engaging in sexual activity, she had no idea what she was supposed to do now.
“Spread your legs,” Dusty whispered to her as he hovered over her.
A little shaky, she did as he asked. When he put his legs between hers, the tip of his member brushed the warmth and it sent shivers cascading deep inside of her.
“I’m going to get you ready now, okay?”
She nodded, though she had no idea what he meant. When he slid his hand down between them and touched her private area, she nearly told him to stop. The feeling of euphoria took her over as he rubbed her moist skin.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh yes. Very good.” The more he rubbed the better she felt. She began moving her hips, pressing her flesh to his hand in eager anticipation of more.
“Do you want m
e to make you come first?”
“I do not know what that means.”
“Orgasm.”
“Yes. I like to orgasm,” she panted with eagerness while her hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers.
In a slow, soft embrace he kissed her lips while his hand worked between her legs. She felt so hot, so…energetic, like she could crawl out of her skin. She wanted him to stop but wanted him to do it faster. When his mouth left hers, she nearly begged him to kiss her again, until he placed his lips over her breast. Her back arched while his tongue swirled her nipple and when he began to suck she felt the heat spear right through her.
“Yes, yes, yes…,” she shouted, her body bucking wildly as the euphoria shot through her. She felt her body convulse inside and out and ripple, ripple, ripple.
Then she felt the tip of his penis pressing to the heat. As he captured her eyes, he pressed himself inside.
“Oh…” She felt pressure as he spread her open, as he slipped inside.
“This might hurt a bit. Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.”
She took his face in her hands, drew his mouth to hers. While they kissed, she felt him pushing even deeper. She moaned, wanting him to stay where he was and not go any further, but then he spread her legs apart with his hands and with one last thrust, he was inside.
“Oh….my…” It burned, it hurt, but as he started moving inside of her the pain subsided to be replaced with an interesting sensation she couldn’t quite explain.
“I…don’t…think I can…stop now,” he panted, his hips thrusting inside of her, his face crunching up.
“Are you in pain?” She didn’t want him to be in pain.
“Not at all. Oh man…I’m going to come.”
He grunted, thrust once more inside of her before falling on top of her. She could feel him twitching inside of her and it was the oddest sensation.
“Did you orgasm?”
“Yes,” he blew out. Lifting up on his arms, he looked down at her as he spoke. “Are you okay? Did it hurt a lot?”
“Only for a moment. I like the way you feel inside of me.” And she didn’t mind keeping him there.
He smiled with a warmth that went straight to her belly. “I like being inside of you too.”
“Can we keep doing this? I like the feeling.”
This time he laughed. “I don’t think I have more in me right now. Oh man…shit…crap.”
He pulled out and climbed off of her and she desperately wished he hadn’t. Though she felt full and a little achy down below, she wanted him back where he’d been. “What is the matter? Are you in pain now?”
“No. Damn.” He ran a hand through his hair.
She liked looking at him standing there before her, completely naked, his member weeping against his leg. He had a thin frame but his body was well developed.
“We didn’t use protection.”
“Use what?”
“Protection. A condom. It’s a protective method to prevent venereal diseases and pregnancy.”
She had no idea what he was talking about aside from the pregnancy. “That is when a child grows inside of the woman’s womb.”
“Yeah, which happens when two people have sex without protection to prevent it. Man…I should have thought before I did it.”
“Perhaps next time we could use this protection you speak of. I like looking at you naked, Dusty.”
His face went pink as he looked down at his body. “Um…thanks.” Scooping up his pants, he began to dress.
“I would like to have sex again.”
His head came up quickly and his eyes went a little wider. “Right now? I…uh…I can’t right now. I need some time…to…just some time. Okay? We can do it again later. Oh wow, how long have I waited for this moment?” His laughter threw her for a moment, then she began to laugh with him.
“I’m going to go to the washroom and clean up.”
She watched as he left the room and, rolling onto her side, sighed. She felt absolutely delightful.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Long before he even knew the true meaning of sexual intercourse, Dusty had fantasized about girls. He’d loved the way their bodies curved, how they smelled, how they acted…everything about them he enjoyed. And as a young man, early in his teens, he would lie in his bed at night and picture girls in his head, naked, and masturbate. He’d wondered what they would feel like and as he grew into his teens the curiosity intensified. He’d always been a little on the shy side when it came to women—actually, he’d been a down right chicken shit—which explained his being a virgin at the age of twenty.
He’d always been a loner—okay, a geek—which made it even harder for him to approach girls. He’d never known what to say to them. And now that he had one interested in him, he was sitting in a laboratory while she was lying on a bed, naked and ready.
Was he insane?
Apparently.
He glanced down at his crotch and the sagging dick between his legs reminded him he needed some regenerative time. He wished, though, he would have been able to last a little longer. Next time.
Next time.
There was most definitely going to be a next time. Smiling, Dusty pulled the microscope closer to look into the lens. His blood was still the same. Had he wished that his blood would glow like hers? Yes. Even better, would be if his blood was the way it had been when he’d been human. If only he could change it back.
Would it be possible?
Pushing from his stool, he ran to the cooler at the back of the room and thrust the big steel door open, keeping his fingers crossed that there were some samples left for him to use. When he saw the trays of tubes filled with red blood, he almost cried.
His blood had been red once.
Grabbing two flasks, he ran from the cooler and back to the microscope. Opening the top, he dropped a small amount of blood onto the slide, then slid it into place before looking into the eyepiece.
Yep, everything looked good.
Poking himself in the finger, he dropped some of his blood—that dull gray color was enough to make him puke—onto another slide. He replaced the sample with his blood and looked into the eyepiece. What a difference. It was obvious his blood now lacked the oxygenated cells that his blood had contained before he was a vampire. What would it take to put it back to the way it was supposed to be?
While he stared at his dull, lifeless blood, ideas began to percolate.
***
Leaving Basil to continue his search of the area where they had seen their daughter—and that was still something she was getting used to—Trinity stopped in on Jonah. She couldn’t wait to tell him her good news. When she didn’t find him in his office, she went upstairs to his apartment.
She heard the commotion, the rapid fire of voices and she wondered what was going on. She didn’t bother to knock—given it had been her apartment not so long ago—and found Jonah, Raven, Dante, Gypsy, and Danny shouting out random words as Starla stood before them, acting like a fool.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Charades,” Jonah supplied. “Join in. Oh—candy. Is it candy?”
Starla tapped her nose rapidly, then began gesturing with her arms like some crazy fool.
“Candy corn!” Dante shouted out and Starla jumped up and yelled, “Yes!”
“You’ve all lost your minds.” But it was entertaining to see them together having fun. There hadn’t been much fun lately. “I have some good news, but if you’re busy I can always come back another time.”
“Good news? We like good news,” Jonah encouraged her to continue.
“Felicity is back.” She felt as giddy as…well, a new mom.
“What?”
“Where is she?”
“How did you get her back?”
“Oh my God, you must be thrilled.”
Each question came at her rapid fire, nearly knocking her off her feet. Deciding to answer them in the same manner, she responded, “Felicity is back. I don’t know where she went. She ran off on us. We didn’t get her back, we just found her in a grocery store, and yes, I am beyond thrilled.” Everyone went silent. “Oh, did I mention she’s an adult now?”
“What?”
“I think your hearing is going, Jonah. I said,” Trinity shouted, “she is an adult now.”
“I heard you, smartass.” Jonah rolled his eyes. “What do you mean she’s an adult? I think you need to start from the beginning and fill us in.”
Trinity pulled up a chair from the kitchen and, sitting, told them all about her and Basil’s encounter in the store with their daughter. When she was finished, all eyes locked on hers with a dazed look.
“You’re sure it’s her?”
She nodded at Dante’s question. “Perfectly.”
“This is so weird,” Gypsy sighed.
“I know. Believe me, I know. My daughter is back. Can you believe it? And she’s a woman. Wow, I suddenly feel really old.”
“So you have no idea where she is now?”
Trinity turned to Raven with a shake of her head. “Not a clue, and that is one of the reasons I’m here. I need your help to find her.”
“How do we find someone when we have no idea what she looks like?”
“Picture me younger, with long, black hair—and I mean long, right to her butt—and blue eyes like Basil’s. I don’t think they’d be far from the store, or at least I hope. Basil’s out scanning the area but the two of us can only look in so many places. I need your help.” She held her breath, waiting.
“Where do we start?” Jonah asked as he got to his feet with the aid of his cane.
“Thank you.” She stood and, walking to Jonah, gave him a huge hug. “Miller and Fifth. Make sure to take the two-ways so we can all stay in touch.” She turned to Starla now. “I’m wondering if it was her that came out of the Realm. Is there any way you could look into it?”
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