Annabelle's Angst: NEW ADULT CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  Although Alyssa was certain of her fondness for Thomas, there was still a wellspring of confusion within her. Without warning, she was beginning to develop strange new feelings toward Mr. Winchester; sexual feelings. She hadn't experimented with boys enough to know what these urges truly meant, and her parents had done their part in ensuring that she was nothing like the loose girls at her school. But this fact frustrated Alyssa, to the point where sex was constantly uppermost in her mind. On a recent jaunt with Thomas, he had placed a light kiss on her lips, and Alyssa kissed him back earnestly, signaling a shift in their relationship. She hadn't seen him since then, and she had no one she could discuss her confusion with due to the agreed-upon discretion. She ached with wonder. Was she falling in love?

  Suddenly, there was a knock on Alyssa's bedroom door, prompting her to sit up.

  “Alyssa, honey, is everything all right? It's almost time for class and you're not even dressed yet.”

  “I'm fine, Mom. I was just about to get ready.”

  “Okay, hon. Well hurry it up. Your father and I are heading over to your grandpa’s.”

  “All right. I'll get moving. Uh, wait. Um, Mom?”

  “What is it, dear?”

  Alyssa thought about the controversial topic she was about to bring up and simply shook her head, “You know what, never mind. It's nothing...”

  “Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

  “I know. I'm gonna get to class now,” Alyssa declared, resolving to figure things out for herself.

  With that, the conversation came to an end, and Alyssa began preparing for her chemistry lesson.

  *

  Alyssa walked to class with a spring in her step. She liked long walks; they relaxed her mind and redirected her anxiety. Today would be a good day. She intended to devote herself to her classes today so as to do away with her excessive day-dreaming about Thomas.

  She had been avoiding Michael ever since that day she’d met Thomas. He had texted and she’d answered briefly, usually with just an emoji. He’d asked her to do homework with him, and she had said she needed to focus by herself. When she saw him in class she was polite, but distant. It wasn’t fair, she knew. It was just hard to see the hurt in his eyes when he looked at her. But she just couldn’t deal with telling him for some reason.

  Unexpectedly, a vehicle pulled up next to her. Lo and behold, it was Thomas's limousine. Alyssa felt her knees go weak.

  “Lovely little Alyssa,” Thomas called out as he lowered the window, “need a ride?”

  Alyssa gulped as she approached the window, “Hi, Thomas. Uh, I think I'll be fine; the school's not that far away.”

  “True. But won't you consider spending the rest of the day with me? I have a special day planned that I know you'll love.”

  “Um, I-I'm not sure that's such a good idea. My parents would freak if they found out that I ditched classes.”

  “Well,” said Thomas, smoothing over his stylish mustache, “I won't tell if you won't. Besides, you're in college. Live a little. One day isn't going to leave a notable dent. Come on in.” He flung the door open.

  Alyssa paused. Finally, she sighed in surrender, “All right, Thomas, I'll come.”

  Thomas clapped a playful applause as she began entering the vehicle, igniting her smile. He pulled her closer as the limo drove off.

  As they drove Thomas chatted cheerfully about his golf game the previous day. Alyssa listened attentively, but she found it difficult to focus on his words. With her head leaning on his shoulder and her fingers interlocked with his, she was conscious only of her heart beating wildly. She felt that at any moment her latent desire would take control of her. Thomas continued speaking, seemingly unaware that the girl next to him was staring up at him with starry eyes.

  Finally, she could stand it no longer. Alyssa interrupted Thomas and pulled his head toward hers, kissing him fiercely. He kissed back. She then took his hand and laid it on her breast, prompting him to fondle her. The two continued kissing and touching, causing their desires to become clear and intense. Alyssa ran her hands down the center of his pants and felt the strong bulge there. It made her tremble. As she began pulling down his zipper, he halted her.

  “Alyssa, are you sure about this?”

  Alyssa responded by clicking a button, causing the driver to be cut off from their company via a sliding panel. “I'm sure,” she said as she unzipped his pants and allowed his unrestrained cock to come into view. It stood proudly and beautifully. Alyssa held it in her hand and felt the veins pulse against her skin. Amazing. She had never touched a dick before now. As she swallowed hard, Alyssa began removing her clothes. She slid her t-shirt over her head, discarding it on the floor. Thomas expertly unhooked her bra, letting her generous tits fall forward. She lay back and unbuttoned her jeans, as he pulled the zipper down and easily slid them down her legs. Looping his thumb in the top of her pretty pink panties, he pulled them off in one fell swoop.

  When she was fully nude, she moved over onto Thomas, straddling him so that they looked into each other's eyes. Once again, she lead his hand to her breast. He indulged her and sucked on her nipple. She threw back her head and held his neck. His dick was erect between them. She felt it warm and strong against the lips of her pussy.

  “Alyssa, maybe you should save yourself for someone who is special to you.”

  Alyssa cupped his face with her hands and stared into his eyes with affection. “But you are special to me. There's no man I'd rather have. How could I ever regret having you as my first?” With that, she reached down and, raising herself up onto her knees, tried to put his cock inside of her. This proved difficult due to his largeness. “Please, Thomas. Let me feel you inside of me.”

  Thomas said nothing. He simply kissed her and gripped her hip. Despite her tightness, he somehow managed to inject his cock up into her. Alyssa grimaced and breathed quickly. With no objections, Thomas wrapped his hands around her waist and began pumping his penis into her. At first he moved slowly, but after she had gotten accustomed to his size he moved faster and faster, fucking her like he would any other woman.

  Alyssa struggled to keep up with him. Beads of sweat moistened her face, and a trickle of red left her vagina. But she was slowly starting to like the feel. So this was what it felt like to have a large powerful man inside... Alyssa welcomed him. She welcomed his touch; welcomed his kisses; welcomed his throbbing erection that gladdened the walls of her pussy. Their bodies were one, wholly devoted to pleasuring the other. This was torrential bliss.

  Finally, Thomas reached his limit and added some white to her red vagina. They hugged each other hard as he came wholeheartedly inside her. When it ended they sat up in the limousine, neither saying a word. Alyssa's first teardrop altered the atmosphere a little.

  “See,” said Thomas heavily, “I knew you'd resent me.”

  “No,” replied Alyssa quickly, “I really don't. This is just so new to me. I'm happy we did it, but the thought of my parents saddens me. I'm still glad you were the one to take my virginity. But I'm also very confused about a lot of things.”

  Thomas hugged her, “I understand completely. I have something I want you to try.” With that, he took a clear plastic bag with a white powder from his pocket, and, pinching a bit of it held it to her nose. “Here. Breathe this in.”

  “What is it?” Alyssa asked, wiping away her tears.

  “It's something to soothe you.” Thomas opened a bottle of water from the limo’s bar, handing it to her.

  With unshakable trust, Alyssa sniffed the powder into her nose as hard as she could. She set herself in Thomas' lap as the drug began to kick in, and soon she was lost in the reverie of her high. Today was a day of many firsts.

  Chapter 5

  May, 1994

  Nirvana was in town! Thomas and Megan were beside themselves with excitement as they entered the gates to the concert hall. Thomas kept Megan close by his side. He beamed at her, letting her know just how thrilled h
e was to be her fiancé. Staring in adoration he watched Megan as she waved her hands to the music, screaming at the top of her voice. He loved everything about her. Meeting her that day at the coffee shop was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. I will always cherish her, he thought to himself

  Still, he felt a tremor of worry within himself. Ever since Megan had said yes to him, she had become more distant somehow. Normally, she was an open book. Thomas felt the need to come up with a plan to re-establish their unwavering love.

  “By the way,” Thomas shouted over the music, “I got you something.”

  Megan looked at him, slightly surprised. “Really? You shouldn't have. What is it?”

  Thomas reached into his pocket and took out a small box. He handed it to Megan amid a crowd of swooning music lovers, “I was gonna wait until we got back to my place, but what the heck. Go ahead and open it.”

  “Okay.” Megan did as he asked and opened the box. The lid was lifted and she reached inside. “Oh Thomas! It's beautiful!” she said, staring at the brilliant golden locket she now held.

  “I knew you'd like it. Look, it even has our initials engraved on it.”

  He pointed at the ‘T.W.+M.S’.

  “Thomas, you really shouldn't have.”

  “I wanted to, so I did. It's a token to show you that I love you. And I do love you.” He smiled.

  “Thank you.” She watched the pleased look on Thomas' face. He didn’t seem to notice that she hadn't entirely reciprocated his sentiments.

  *

  The end of the concert saw Thomas and Megan back at his apartment. Thomas immediately hugged her from behind, nibbling on her ear while pinching both her nipples—her two weaknesses. He needed her today. He needed to drive home just how real their feelings were. He hoisted off her blouse and unhooked her bra, then finally unbuttoned, and dropped her jeans. She was wearing stockings beneath, which he found sexy. While they kissed, Thomas peeled his own clothing off. Their tongues wallowed in each other's mouths as they played with each other's genitals. Each knew what touch would have what effect on the other. Thomas knew having two nimble fingers inside her, rubbing her clit, always made Megan weak with pleasure. And Megan knew Thomas liked it when she held his dick firm, stroking him hard and fast like she was trying to get every last drop of his juices.

  Subtly pulling the condom from his pocket and slipping it on his still-hard penis, Thomas guided Megan to the nearest wall, pinned her there and shoved his cock into her. He held up one of her legs and continued with his deep thrusts. She could feel him surging inside of her. It made her wild and ecstatic. Only the sound of their runaway breaths could be heard, alongside the sound of their bodies hitting the wall.

  Thomas felt supreme commanding her body. He could never get tired of this pussy. When they were married, he intended to fuck her like this every day. There would never be any boredom between them; he'd make sure of that. But for now, he would enjoy her bouncing tits, her lustful eyes, and her drenched pussy.

  Thomas guided her, fucking her all the way into the bedroom without even once removing his dick. He was well aware of Megan's appetite and sought to satisfy. When he felt her body racked with tremors and was certain she had climaxed, Thomas bent her over the bed and pounded her pussy furiously. He would give her his all. Finally, his body began jerking with each squirt of his semen, flooding her with his love. They collapsed onto the bed and, without a word, fell asleep.

  *

  Thomas awoke the following morning to the sound of crying. After wiping the remainder of sleep from his eyes, he looked over and saw Megan's sorrowful form. He quickly held her to soothe her.

  “Megan, honey, what's wrong?”

  She struggled to get the words out, “I can’t do this, Thomas. I-I can't marry you. I just can't.” The tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “Megan, what are you talking about?” Thomas felt his heart sink.

  “Thomas, we can't be together! I love someone else. I... I even slept with him behind your back. I just can't do this anymore.”

  “Wh-What?”

  Megan rose from the bed and began moving toward the door, “I'm really sorry, Thomas. But this is it for us. Goodbye.” She left then, leaving Thomas to ruminate over what the fuck had just happened.

  Thomas's confusion at this development stayed with him. It was only when he returned to school and heard the rumors about Megan hooking up with some guy named Shane that his sense of defeat set in. He felt thoroughly humiliated, and very much alone. The woman he loved had fucked another man. His world was shattered.

  Chapter 6

  March, 2014

  The house was festooned with balloons, streamers and “Happy Birthday, Alyssa!” signs. It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, and Alyssa’s parents were having a birthday party to celebrate her turning twenty. It was a cozy little get together with all her favorite people, well, almost. Notably, Michael didn’t come, but a few girl-friends and her family celebrated with her. They chatted, played croquet in the back yard, barbecued hamburgers and showered her with birthday presents. Though she loved and welcomed the adulation from her family and close friends, there was one man she wished she could share this day with more than all others. But Thomas, the thoughtful gentleman that he was, declined her pleas, telling her that his presence would make her family and friends uncomfortable, that their separation for the day would be for the best, and that he would find a way to truly make it up her when next they met.

  Alyssa smiled as she blew out her candles. She smiled even more when told to make a wish. She knew exactly who to wish for. The first chance she got, she would head straight over to Thomas's place for her real birthday treat. The truth was, though Alyssa loved Thomas terribly, she had grown powerfully attracted to what he provided. The momentous bliss she achieved from taking that powder had left her wanting more. This resulted in her skipping classes more often in favor of joyrides and heart-pounding sex. In simple terms, she was addicted. On the outside she appeared the same, but on the inside she’d been a completely reinvented woman.

  *

  The next day, Alyssa was in class when she received a message from Thomas on her phone. She quickly asked the lecturer to excuse her and bolted from the room. As she did so she felt her heart twinge a little when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Michael looking at her, his eyes filled with desolation. Thomas remembered, she thought to herself, shaking away all thoughts of Michael, and she skipped with joy, making her way off the college campus. Once she reached the gate, she began looking around intently for Thomas. There was no limousine waiting, but she was relieved when she spotted Thomas in a bright red Mercedes Benz. Quickly she rushed over and jumped inside.

  “Hi, Thomas! I've missed you so much. By the way, do you have any— ”

  “Settle down, Alyssa,” came the calm, nonchalant reply. “Everything is in order at my place, so don't worry. But I'm rather surprised by your unaffectionate greeting.”

  “I'm so sorry, Thomas. I'll make it up to you. Here.” With that, she began kissing him. As she did, she placed his hands on her breasts, letting him cup and squeeze them as he liked. When he picked up her hand and kissed it, she exhaled, knowing all had been forgiven. As they drove Thomas kept his hand on Alyssa's thigh, gently stroking.

  They soon arrived at Thomas' mansion. The tall, iron electronic gate slowly granted their car passage.

  “Ah,” declared Thomas as he stepped out the car, “We're here. Let's head to the pool.”

  When they reached the privacy of the pool’s deck, Thomas ordered Alyssa to remove her clothes. The servants had been told to stay away from the pool area and the east wing. The two naked bodies hopped into the pool. For a time, they played and talked lightly about her birthday party, but when that was all over with, Thomas lay Alyssa's sexy body to the side of the pool. He began sucking hard on her nipples while fingering her like the sexual connoisseur that he was. He listened to her unsteady breathing; to the wanting of her body. Though it
was true that Alyssa craved a fix, her birthday had left her starving for a nice, thick cock inside her.

  Thomas looked down at her eager expression, a bit of saliva escaping her jaw. He could feel his fingers swirling in her love cavity; she was soaked from his expert fingering. Pulling himself lithely up out of the pool he explored her beautiful body with his hands, while he lowered his head to the welcoming cleft between her legs. His hair brushed her thighs, and she shivered, moaning softly. Gently he inserted his tongue into the lips of her vagina, rolling it around until it reached her clit. She gasped, closing her eyes in delight. Now his tongue lashed at her clit. Her breath quickened as his hands tortured her, rubbing and teasing all over her naked body. She moaned in pleasure, her head turning from side to side.