"Hmm…I dunno…Why not? Sounds like fun," she said plainly. Wait. Did I just here her say yes? Part of me couldn't believe it. Did I just pull off the easiest pick-up known to man? My instincts told me to get this girl in my car and on our way asap before she had time to change her mind. My friends were never gunna believe I just pulled this off. Then, as if the hook-up Gods were fucking with me she squealed, "Oh no!" And just like that, My dreams went up in smoke. She was gunna bail wasn't she? She didn’t even give me a chance.
Then to my relief she said, "I didn't bring my bathing suit." Whew! That was it? No bathing suit? If she was taking off her clothes I didn't want her to put anything back on. Besides, the water was always freezing this time of night. We were going to the beach to talk (a little), drink and hopefully, if everything went right, Fuck. Swimming was the last thing on my mind.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm sure we can find somethin' for you to wear. That is...if you even need one," I flirted. She didn't look like she needed any further convincing. This little fish had been caught. She finished off her beer and walked with me out to my car.
"Maybe I should take my car too. I wouldn't want to make you drive all the way back to the tavern to get my car so late at night. Plus, it doesn't look like my car would be too safe here anyway." She made total sense but I didn’t think I did a good job of hiding my disappointment. I was really looking forward to having her ride in the car with me. Admittedly, I’d allowed my imagination to get ahead of me. Oh well. A guy can dream.
We agreed that she should take her car and follow me all the way to the beach. She walked toward her car when she turned on her heels and yelled across the lot, "Hey, I didn't catch your name." How could I have forgotten to ask her name? I was pretty sure that was step one in the pick-up handbook. Fail. I was surprised she wasn't pissed at me for forgetting to ask. I was so nervous thinking about what to say that I missed the obvious. Did I just meet a cool chick? I'd heard they existed but I didn't think I'd actually met any.
"Baby girl, I'm Paul. I don't think I got your name either," I said. I just could not believe that I actually forgot her name.
Chapter 4
I pulled up to the gravel lot next to the beach and put the Jeep in park. I did most of my planning while I followed Paul’s car all the way to the shore. I’d even made sure to call my boyfriend, Eric and let him know I’d be working late so as not to worry. I couldn’t afford an untimely phone call that could ruin it all for me. I’d received a text from Olivia, my best friend, but I ignored it. She would want to go out tonight but I was already out. She was on her own tonight.
I did a mental run through of the tools in the sealed compartment beneath my trunk. I couldn’t be absolutely sure that I would need them tonight but I felt better knowing they were there. They were just basic necessities really. I carried a spare change of underwear and clothes along with some makeup and baby wipes and a pair or scissors, a can of mace, a meat cleaver and an assortment of knives and such. I never left home without them. After all, I never knew what I would need on any given night. Everyday was a surprise.
For a moment, I felt the all too-familiar feeling of remorse slowly creep over me. Almost, but not quite. I pondered the idea of abandoning this particular project. There would be numerous other people on the beach tonight. The slightest mis-step and any number of people could potentially lead to a slew of questions and numerous regrettable actions on my part. But that was a risk I had never failed to take before and I wouldn’t start now.
I refused to allow those misguided feelings to thwart what I came here for. I forced myself to dismiss those sympathetic thoughts. This was what I wanted. Too much time had passed since the last time. My hunger was consuming my every waking moment. I started and ended my days with the same mind-numbing exasperation. Waiting too long proved to be increasingly difficult. This could not be avoided. No. I most certainly was not changing my mind.
Would any of Paul’s friends really notice him missing while he was with me? Surely, they would be too busy having their own fun tonight. Yet, someone was bound to miss this poor sap. But I could scarcely think of that right now. I’d have to take my chances and hope no one noticed him or me.
I waited in the car for Paul to finish parking and walk over to my Jeep. He walked so painfully slow. I couldn't help but to think of the biblical quote, "and as we walk through the valley in the shadow of death..." Over the top, yes, but then again I did always have a flair for the dramatic. I continued on with the verse in my head until he came right up to my driver's seat window.
"Hey, my buds are already down on the beach. They're about to start the bonfire. How bout we head on down there and check it out?" Paul couldn't wait to show his friends the new piece he picked up at the tavern. But my need for him was growing and my patience was waning. We weren't going to any bonfire tonight. It just wasn’t in the cards.
"I have a better plan," I said. I didn’t think it would be very difficult to set his mind on a vastly different track. He was just happy I came along. Besides, he would probably enjoy my alternate plan more so than his own.
"How bout we head on down under the piers on the other side of the beach. It's no more than a two minute walk," I smiled knowingly. But Paul looked disappointed once again. I guess he really wanted to hang out with his friends above all else.
I was going to have to sweeten the deal a bit more for his compliance. "I think," I paused suggestively dropping my head to the side, "that the two of us could have a lot more fun under those piers right now than at that bonfire. How bout you let me prove just how much fun we could have?" I rubbed his arm softly, openly displaying my intentions.
Flirtation was just another part of my repertoire that seldom failed me. I was almost bored of just how easily men were manipulated. When subtlety couldn't close the deal, there was nothing a heavy dose of my charm couldn't handle. Paul simply stood there staring back at me excitedly. "You want to check out the piers? Yeah, why not?" he said. "Your wish is my command." Good boy.
I had a hard time stifling my laughter at his choice of words, but my face remained unchanged. My perfectly angelic smile would fool just about anyone. My wish would be his command. Yes, it certainly would.
Chapter 5
The excitement was just too much for me. Once I got over the fact that she really wasn't into meeting my friends I started to see the bigger picture. She wanted me and only me. If all this chick wanted to do was bang out on the beach, it was fine by me. Who was I to deny a beautiful girl the fantasy of sex on the beach?
We walked on the cool sand together with a few towels that I remembered to take out of the trunk. I let her pick a spot deep down into the pier. The spot she picked was further down into the pier than I had expected. But I sensed that maybe she just wanted a little extra privacy. I didn't mind.
"This spot's perfect, don't you think?" she asked. She began setting the towels down on the sand before I even had a chance to respond. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as we settled into the little section of the beach. But I wasn't really sure how to make conversation with her.
I barely knew this girl. We’d met less than hour ago and barely talked at the bar. This girl really didn't seem like she had any interest in getting to know me. It was like she was just trying to get in my pants. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be a girl. Was I being used? It kind of felt that way. It didn’t really matter though. I wasn’t going to let that stop me either way. I’d worry about the details later.
"So, have you ever been to this beach before?" It was my small attempt at a conversation starter. "Actually, no I don't think I ever have. I don't get out to the beach as often as I'd like," she said as she watched the waves hit the shore line. There wasn't much to look at this time of night. Blackness had taken over the sky, the water and even the sand. There was a light coming from somewhere far off that enabled us to see just a tiny glimmer.
I rummaged through my pockets when all of a sudden she hopped u
p and straddled my waist. Whoa! In one fell swoop she was on top of me kissing me so hard I could barely catch my breath.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. But really the heat was coming off of her. Her whole body was giving off some major heat. I was on sensory overload and I let my hands feel up and down her body from her arms down toward her hips and thighs and back up again. I grabbed a handful of her lightly scented hair and she let out a small cry. Good, she liked it. Some girls didn’t like it when you touched their hair. But I could feel how much she wanted me just like I wanted her, if not more. The passion intensified with each and every kiss. I gently tugged on her collared blouse and she reacted by ripping my shirt right open.
Chapter 6
The buttons of his shirt popped off and sprinkled onto the sand as I ripped open his shirt and began to pucker wet kisses across his sweaty chest. I could feel the warm blood as it rushed from my head all the way down to the very tips of my toes. My heart continued to viciously pump more and more blood through my body. I tried to contain myself and savor the seconds as they went by but I just couldn't wait any longer. It had been too long. Why had I waited so long?
It wasn't my intention to just jump him like I would a horse but patience, after all, was not a virtue bestowed upon me. I glimpsed at an opportunity and took it. Once his shirt was torn and I caught sight of his impeccably large chest, you could say I was all-in.
Kissing his delicious lips, I quickly tore off my own shirt and removed my pants. His hands would not, in fact, could not stop at any point of my body for his wanting to consume me entirely. I felt his need building for me, and so I quickly grabbed a condom from my bag.
I moved so swiftly that Paul had not seen me grab it. He only noticed it as began to place it on his girth. I enjoyed taking a quick moment to simply look at his manhood in all of its glory. It was even better than I could have hoped for. In one swift move, I slid on the condom to the base and slid myself onto him.
Holy shit. The fire between us was so intense. I grabbed a chunk of his hair into my knuckles and pushed his face into mine. The initial, slow pace of sex had quickened into blood-rushing, mind-numbing hard-core fucking.
Finally. Finally. Finally was all I could think. It was all I could feel. My moans grew heavier and louder. I threw my head back in ecstasy and pushed him toward the ground as my thrusting onto him grew fiercer with more intensity.
I held him down and basked in all the pleasure his body gave me. We both struggled to catch our breaths, as I continued to ride his body mercilessly in the dark. I knew it felt good for him but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he fucked me the way I needed to be fucked.
He sensed my urgency and thrust up his ass to delve even deeper into me as I desperately rode him with only the swivel of my hips. I felt my time was coming, and I slowed down a bit. I didn’t want to finish just yet. I leaned into him once more kissing him even harder than before.
His hands grabbed my waist roughly when I tried to slow down. His aggression forced me to quicken the pace as we continued to force our bodies into each other. Harder and harder still. Just as I felt like I was about to explode I wielded the knife I’d hidden next to the blanket and slit his throat just as my orgasm completely engulfed me and brought my existence to someplace far, far away.
His eyes opened in shock as his body fell back into the sand. It probably took an entire minute before all of his lights went out but that was the end of it for Paul. I stayed on him to watch as the blood gushed out of his throat and onto the sand. The incision was deep. Any deeper and I would have lopped off his whole head. Not really what I was going for.
There was a sudden shift in the wind and when it hit his face and I smelled that coppery smell that I loved so much. It smelled so good. I disengaged from Paul’s body and took a moment to lay on the blanket next to Paul’s lifeless body as I attempted to slow my breathing and enjoy the after effects of a pulsating orgasm.
My body couldn't even completely digest the high of the moment. It was too much. Exhilarated. That was the only way in which I could describe my current state. It had been so long since the last time. This was what I needed. It was just too bad Paul had to die but it was the only way. Oh well.
Paul's death was the culmination of my desire. Without it, my efforts would have gone to waste to simple sex that could never truly satisfy my need. That need, which called upon me every single day, but would remain dormant for days, weeks, months on end.
Truth be told, Paul's untimely death was simply inconsequential to me. My sexual appetite was encompassed only by my inherent need to kill. Yet, they went hand in hand.
Only when performed together as a single act, could I finally awaken to feed and fill that darkness inside. There was no mistaking it; I was a natural-born killer. It took years for me to finally come to terms with who and what I was. And years further to accept that life would be one vicious circle of calming those cravings and succumbing to them.
In a moment, I would have some work to do. But for now… for a moment, I would relish the experience. I lived for the quiet moments. Those moments right after a kill when I could allow myself to simply be me.
I turned to look aside at Paul's limp, motionless body lying there beside me. I knew the remorse I should feel. It was there somewhere. And yet, a big, white, Cheshire cat smile emerged from my face. I did this, I thought. I killed him.......And I have never felt so alive!
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I dressed myself slowly. Luckily enough, I had brought an extra set of clothes. My shirt had been torn but it didn’t matter. It was evidence now. It would have to be discarded. I grabbed all of Paul's clothes and threw them in a plastic bag I had brought inside of my duffel.
I cleaned off the knife I had just used to slice my victim's throat and tucked it away. I then quickly grabbed the meat cleaver from my bag and started hacking away. Admittedly, this wasn't my favorite part of the kill. Though, I didn't hate it either.
Squeamish was not a word I would have used to describe myself. It wasn't for disgust or remorse. It was simply exhausting to cut up a body into small manageable pieces. They make it seem so damn easy in the movies. But you really had to put your back into it.
I took a glance at my phone. It was just past midnight. I would have to go to my car for the shovel. It would take another hour or so before I could dig a make-shift grave into the sand and hide Paul's body.
I covered the pieces that were once Paul's impeccable body with the blanket we had used as a bed only minutes earlier. I started walking the short distance to my car when I noticed the bonfire that Paul had mentioned earlier.
I ducked for cover, having momentarily forgotten that there were other people on the beach. But why was everything so quiet?
There didn't seem to be too much of a party going on. I decided to look on further and take a peak. The fire blazed on healthily but no one was there. Bottles were thrown across the sand and there was garbage littered everywhere but it seemed Paul's friends had decided to take the party elsewhere. They probably had a beach house or a motel room nearby. Judging by the amount of liquor and beer bottles thrown near but not in the trash can, they were long past the point of inebriation.
They shouldn't have left this fire blazing. It was dangerous. How could they have been so irresponsible? They were drunk of course. They wouldn’t have a care in the world right now. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Yes, it was irresponsible, but also perfect. This bonfire just peeled hours off my cleanup time.
I trucked back to where I’d left the pieces of my dear friend Paul. I laid the blanket on the sand and I gently began to place Paul's limbs on the blanket one by one. Once his entire body filled the blanket, I grabbed the ends and hauled it up the small walkway that led back to the bonfire.
He was so heavy. Those lonely nights at the gym were paying off now. I forced myself not to stop until I made it back to the flames. My muscles ached from carrying the pieces so far out. But the longer it t
ook me to clean up this mess the likelier it would be that someone would see me. Time was of the essence. I had to hurry.
Finally, I unleashed the blanket directly in front of the blazing fire. The pieces fell out haphazardly and piece by piece I tossed Paul into the flames. First a hand, a calf, an arm, another hand... until finally, his pretty little head. It didn't take longer than a few minutes to completely submerge him into the pit of fire. Lastly, I threw the blanket in with him.
I simply sat and watched as the flames continued to dance atop the pieces of Paul’s flesh. I closed my eyes, rubbed my hands up and down my arms and took it all in. This was part of the pleasure for me...the finale. At least he died happy, I thought. Who was I kidding? I didn’t care if he had died happy or not. I had only cared if I enjoyed him enough to go through all the trouble of having to dispose of his body. And yes he was worth it. He was worth both the time I spent throwing him away and the time I had spent longing to kill him. Then I rose from the sand and slowly headed on back to my Jeep. It was time to go home.
Chapter 7
The alarm blared and my eyes flew open to see that it was already 8:00 AM.
I rose quickly to mute the brazen sound of the app that served as my alarm clock every morning. I felt exceptionally euphoric today. The thought to go running briefly skirted the perimeter of my mind but I quickly shut it down. Maybe later.
Of course, I always felt this way after a kill. Last night was exceptionally satisfying. I certainly got my fill. The memory of the night alone was enough to ignite a fire in every cell of my body. I felt myself yearn for a repeat of the pleasure of the prior night's excursion. But that was not on the menu for today. And it wouldn’t be for a while.
I pushed the curtains of my bedroom aside and was pleasantly surprised at the beautifully beaming sunny sky. It was a new day and I felt like a completely new human being. It was as if I was still me but, turbo-charged.
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