That evening, I showed up at Sabrina’s door. When she appeared, I saw that her long black hair was done up in a fancy spiral, she was wearing a lot of make-up and her dress was very lavish. When she appeared in the doorway, her brown eyes were sparkling, but her face quickly fell when she saw my attire.
“This is how you dress for a date?” she gestured to my plain white t-shirt and basketball shorts.
I just shrugged. If I was going to be flying for three hours to take her to Province 12, there was no way I was wearing some stuffy suit. Plus, as far as I was concerned this date was a means to an and. I wasn’t trying to impress her.
“Very well,” Sabrina sighed, stepping out of the house. “You Flyers are something else.”
As we left town, she took my hand. I noticed she only did this after a small crowd began to form. In it was one of her giggling girl friends. I think her name is Kendra or Katrina. She waved excitedly when I looked her way. I waved back, but with nowhere near the same level of enthusiasm. All the same, I felt Sabrina’s grip tighten. Arriving at the Aviation Station, I got a single-seater and took it to runway #4. Sabrina eagerly climbed in. When she was all set, I got strapped in and took off. High in the air, she gushed at how incredible this was. Thanks to her ban, it had been a long time since her last chariot ride.
When we reached Metro City, she gave me directions to the restaurant. Landing out front, I removed the harness and secured the carriage to a nearby post. Looking up at the building’s façade, I could already tell this was going to be expensive. I was straightening out my shirt when Sabrina saddled up beside me and slid her arm into the crook of my elbow.
“This is so exciting!” she marveled, her brown eyes sparkling. “Katrina came here a few weeks ago. According to her, they serve the best food in the Region.”
While she and Katrina were clearly best friends, they also seemed a bit competitive, always trying to one-up each other. I didn’t understand it and I didn’t care. I just wanted to get this evening over with.
Offering Sabrina my best smile, we walked into the establishment side by side. While I gazed incredulously at the interior artwork and architecture, my date requested a table for two from the hostess. She was a petit woman in her early thirties with snow white hair and purple lipstick. Her eyes went wide when she saw me.
“Right this way.” Grabbing a couple menus, she led the way to a corner booth. As we wove through the restaurant, we turned many heads. Sabrina’s attire made her fit right in while my outfit looked more sports junky than upper class glamour, though I doubt it was my fashion or lack there of that caught their gaze. With all the tables positioned so close together, I had a little difficulty maneuvering my way across the floor. This restaurant was clearly not Flyer friendly. On several occasions my wings either brushed someone’s arm or nearly swiped off a table’s contents. All I could do was cast the periodic apologetic smile as I brought my wings as close as possible.
When Sabrina and I were finally seated, the hostess informed us that the waiter would be by shortly to take our orders. Before hurrying off, she cast me one last look. I couldn’t tell if it was admiring or admonishing.
“Wow, this place is incredible!” my date gushed, picking up her menu and scanning it. “Everything looks so good. What are you having?”
I gave her a blank look. After a three-hour flight, I was tired and starving, but I couldn’t read a single word on my menu. All the letters were a jumbled, nonsensical mess. It took Sabrina a second to caught on at which point she apologized.
“Oh, sorry! I forgot. Uh, I’ll just order for you. I’m sure I can find something to your liking.”
I hoped that she’d order me a big meal to make up for the energy I’d spent bringing us here and to fuel up for the trip back, but instead she ordered two minuscule dishes. A roast bird no bigger than my fist with a tea spoon of mashed potatoes and a couple string beans. The food was good, but nowhere near enough. When Sabrina’s plate was clean, she acted like she’d just attended Thanksgiving dinner. I felt like I’d barely had a snack. When the waiter returned to check on us, I pointed at my menu, indicating that I wanted more. Not understanding, he cast Sabrina a questioning look.
“He must be ready for dessert,” she said with a smile. “We’ll have the…” she glanced at her menu. “Cinnamon cakes with strawberries and cream.”
For a short period, I thought that maybe I’d get enough to eat, but a few minutes later when our waiter placed our dessert in front of us, I realized it was even more minuscule than the main course. While Sabrina took tiny nibbles of her cinnamon cake, dipping each bite in cream with a thin slice of strawberry, I wolfed mine down.
“Wow, you have one hell of an appetite,” she remarked, momentarily setting down her fork to dab at her lips with a napkin. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You are quite large…” she gave a shy/secretive smile at these last words. “I should know.”
Much to my dismay, my dick twitched at her suggestive comment, reminding me why I was putting myself through this. In all honesty, after five weeks of abstinence, I was crazy horny. Perhaps now that I’d given her a lavish, albeit tiny meal, she’ll be ready to give herself to me. My original plan was to take her home and finalize the transaction, but with so little food in my system, I knew flying back would be a grind. I was better off getting a room at an Inn. Eager to get this over with, I paid for our meal before escorting Sabrina out of the restaurant. Back at the chariot, I helped her in and, taking hold of the handle bars, started down the street.
“Where are we going?” she called as I looked for a motel.
Not knowing how to answer, I just smiled at her over my shoulder. Appearing content, she sat back in her seat and relaxed. When we arrived in front of a fancy-looking Inn, I secured the carriage.
“You want to stay the night here?” my date asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
I nodded and helped her out of the chariot. She smiled and allowed me to guide her into the front office. After paying for a room, we went upstairs. The moment the door closed behind us, I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She tried to kiss me, but I didn’t want her lips. Kissing is strictly reserved for people I love. I don’t love her. Avoiding her mouth, I reached around her and attempted to untie the strings at the back of her dress. Operating blind, it was a near impossible task, but when I tried to turn her around, Sabrina stopped me.
“Did you move this fast with Katrina?” What did she just say? When I gave her a puzzled look, she continued. “After you bailed in the middle of sex, she told me you two went out. Is that true?”
Hmm, her best friend had approached me a couple times asking for a date. When I turned her down she seemed surprised. I just assumed she wasn’t used to being rejected. The reason I’d chosen Sabrina over her friend is because, while Katrina’s personality seemed more compatible with mine, she appeared more conservative. I figured getting her into bed would be a lot harder. In any case, I still had little memory of what happened that fateful day. Five hours is a long time. There’s no telling what I did or didn’t do. But this information did help explain the two Teachers’ competitive nature where I was concerned.
“Well?” Sabrina prompted. “Did you go out with her or not?”
I shrugged. There was a good chance I had, but I didn’t want to confirm or deny anything.
“You don’t know?”
I don’t remember, I mouthed.
My date smiled. “She must not have been that great. You do remember what we did, right?”
I shook my head.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded.
“Well, for your information we downed a few glasses of apple cider, then we had sex. At least tell me you remember the sex.”
I shrugged and, giving her a mischievous smile, made another attempt to undo her dress.
“Looking for a little reminder, are we?” she giggled, her hands on my arms. When I nodded, she licked her lips. Taking this as an invitation, I ground against he
r, kissing her neck and collar bone. When Sabrina didn’t pull away, I resumed my attempt at untying the string, but once again she stopped me.
“Not so fast, Uriah. I want to enjoy the moment. Sex can wait.”
No it can’t, I thought as my hard-on tented my shorts. I need this now! Abandoning the strings on the back of her dress, I turned my focus to her generous bosom. I groped and needed her while pressing my stiffness against her, hoping to get her in the mood. For a moment it seemed to work. Sabrina inhaled sharply and ground against me, her big brown eyes full of need. Grabbing the trim, I pushed down her top, exposing her breasts. They were so full and firm, the nipples standing out like little peaks. When I passed my thumps over the sensitive buds Sabrina moaned, tossing her head back. I continued to tease her nipples until she was a boneless, writhing mess. Gripping her hips, I bowed down and sucked one into my mouth. She cried out, her fingers diving into my hair. Convinced she was mine, I reached down and started hiking up her skirt.
“No, no sex. Not yet,” Sabrina gasped, her cheeks flushed as her nipple slid from my lips. “Not tonight. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” As a final touch to this unwanted statement, she tried to kiss me again, but I jerked away. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confusion furrowing her brow.
I took a step back, my eyes raking over her body. I want you, I mouthed, attempting romance though I felt none for her. I need you. Please, let this happen.
She smiled. I’m not sure she understood what I said, but she definitely saw the urgency in my eyes. “Trust me, I know how good sex with you can be and I want that too, but if we’re going to do this, I need to know that it’s real. I need to know that you really want me and aren’t going to bail in the middle again.”
I do want you, I lied, approaching her, my hands finding her hips. I want you so bad.
She giggled shyly as she pulled her top back up. “The night is still young. I’ve never been to this city before. What do you say we check it out?”
For me, the answer was a firm no, but she didn’t wait for a reply. Grabbing my hand, she led me out the door. I spent the next couple hours trailing after her as she checked out the many shops that lined the streets. The only plus to the evening is that I was able to purchase a proper meal from a street vender who was selling thick slices of spit-roasted meat in a flatbread shell with lettuce, tomato and a tangy white sauce. Sabrina was shocked that I could eat street meat, but I was just happy to be full. She had me buy her a few nicknacks and then we returned to the Inn. By that point, I was exhausted and collapsed on the bed fully clothed. My date stripped down to her underwear and climbed in beside me. If she said anything, I didn’t hear it. Within seconds I was out.
The next morning, I woke up bright and early to grab a quick bite before flying us back to our home Province. When I returned to our room, Sabrina was awake and looking a bit frantic. When she saw me, the fear melted from her face.
“I thought you’d ditched me.”
Sorry, I mouthed. I would have left a note, but… you know, Flyer.
She giggled, seeming to understand. “You’re funny.”
I gestured to the door. Ready?
She nodded.
On Monday, after a long day of flights, I was returning to the Aviation Station to return a one-seater when Jeremiah spoke to me in my head.
I know you’re technically off, but I have a traveler here who’s requesting you personally. If you don’t want to take the job, I understand.
I’ll take her, I said touching down. I was tired and hungry, but I didn’t mind. If it was Sabrina, this could win me points. Entering the station, I expected to see her long black hair. Instead, I came face to face with Zoboriah. My heart skipped a beat. I’d put a lot of energy into avoiding him and now he was standing right in front of me. When we made eye contact, he bowed his head for a second before looking up at me. He was nervous. It was obvious. Keeping an even expression, I addressed Jeremiah.
This is the job?
Yes.
“Hey, Uriah,” the redhead said, a nervous hand disappearing into his pants pocket. “I know it’s late, but it’s really important. I’ll pay double.”
I shook my head. No way I was taking him anywhere. Not in a million years.
“Please,” Zoboriah said, shooting Jeremiah an apprehensive look. “It’s very important. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t.”
Why me? I mouthed, taking a step back when he tried to approach me.
He didn’t answer, but I saw something in his eyes. I realized this wasn’t about getting across the canyon. He wanted an opportunity to talk to me. My stomach clenched. I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. Without another word, I bolted from the Aviation Station. I hoped that that was the end of it, but the next day, Zoboriah approached me again while I was partaking in my evening walk along the canyon. I was thinking about Aaron and jumped when he said my name. Spinning around, I found the bane of my existence standing a few feat away, his shoulders hunched. Was he following me? Shaking my head, I backed away.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Zoboriah said, looking heart-broken. “I just want to talk. I want to apology. I know I treated you like crap when we were young. I want to say I’m sorry.”
No, I mouthed, tears welling in my eyes. No.
“I was young. I was stupid. You know how kids are.” When I didn’t respond, he continued. “I hate myself for what I did to you. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. Damn it, I can’t! I was so horrible, a pathetic excuse for an Antomolite. All these years I’ve been hoping, praying for a chance to explain myself. After you left, I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance. Then suddenly there you were. I know you hate me and you have ever right to, but I want you to hear me out.”
Well? I mouthed, unable to stop the question. Explain yourself.
Zoboriah looked defeated as he began to speak. “You were so beautiful and so different. I was jealous. I was so jealous it consumed me. Everyone was curious about you. They wanted to know you. To understand you. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention. But after you left, I realized how horrible I’d been. I don’t expect your forgiveness, I just want you to know I’m sorry. Uriah, I am so sorry.”
I stared at him, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want to hear this. I didn’t care why he’d done what he did. I didn’t care that he’d been young. His action’s had scarred me. They’d affected me to my core. I could never forgive him for that. For months after my mother and I arrived on Earth I’d had nightmares. I relived what he’d done over and over again until my brain had no choice, but to block it out. To make me forget.
“Uriah…”
Don’t, I screamed soundlessly. I didn’t care whether he understand me or not. I had to get this out. I had to. Don’t say another word. What you did was horrible! There is no forgiveness for people like you. None. You think being young is an excuse? It isn’t. I was young too. There were lots of young kids in town. None of them did what you did. It was only you and your friends. When I ran out of words, I fell into silent sobs. I covered my face as my whole body shook.
“I would do anything, anything if I thought it would make a difference,” Zoboriah whispered.
I lowered my hands, tears still streaking my face. He was standing there looking utterly destroyed. I didn’t feel sorry for him, but a million thoughts raced through my mind and a dozen emotions jockeyed for position.
“Please,” he said, slowly approaching me. “There must be something I can do. Not to earn your forgiveness, but to give you peace.”
Suddenly he was so close I could see the green in his hazel eyes. His sad, tortured eyes. Glancing down, I noticed something odd. Is he turned on? Reaching down, I grabbed his crotch. He is! He was giving the apology of his life and he was as hard as a rock! Zoboriah looked horrified as I stared at him. I could practically hear his heart skip a beat. Then, quite suddenly, he tried to kiss me. I jerked away, slapping him hard across the face. Then
, in almost the same motion, I grabbed him, spun him around and yanked down his drawers. I hardly knew what I was doing as I unzipped and whipped out my dick. Spitting on my palm, I gripped my shaft. Finding his opening, I pushed in. Zoboriah whimpered as I breached him, but he didn’t pull away or ask me to stop. He took it. Every single inch. When I was balls-deep, I wrapped my arms around him and began fucking him hard. There was no tenderness, no care. Just raw animal sex. From the sounds he made, I knew it hurt. I wanted him to feel this for a week, a month. Forever. All the pain I’d endured at his hands, I wanted him to feel. Despite my brutal fucking, he came in record time. I watched as cum issued from his cock. And then I pounded into him harder. I gripped him so tight I was sure he must be suffocating. When I felt my own orgasm start to build, I waited ’til the last second before pulling out. I didn’t want to cum inside him. Not him. Instead, I jerked off until my load coated his ass.
As I tucked my manhood back in my pants, Zoboriah started to turn around, but I didn’t want to see his face. I didn’t want him to think that meant anything to me. Or to see what it meant to him. Spreading my wings, I took flight, leaving him there alone at the canyon’s edge. Returning to Theodora’s, I hurried to my room and shut the door. I can’t believe I just did that! I can’t believe I just had sex with my childhood enemy! Fresh tears streamed down my face as I fall back against the door. I can’t believe I cheated on Aaron! It’s not cheating. We broke up. He wanted me to see other people. Yeah, see them. Not fuck them and certainly not Zoboriah. What about Sabrina? Am I not trying to bed her? That’s different. How? She… she… she’s a girl. So? The question wasn’t if I was attracted to guys. It was if I preferred them to girls. I took a deep breath and let it out. Look at me. I’m talk to myself like a crazy person.
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