* * *
An hour later, after they’d eaten pizza, Derek went into the kitchen and brought back two shot glasses. He put them on the table and filled them to the brim with liquor.
He pushed one to Emily. “I hope you like peppermint.”
She stared at the glass sitting in front of her. “I don’t know. This is my first time.”
“For schnapps or alcohol?”
“Both.”
“Time to fix that, then.” He took his glass and downed it. He made an exaggerated face, then broke out laughing. “Your turn.”
Emily took her glass, sniffed it, and then took a sip. Her throat burned as the booze slid down her gullet. She coughed. “Eeeewwww. Gross.”
“The trick is to slam it down all at once. That way you won’t taste it.”
She turned the glass up, opened her mouth and let what was left wash down in one gulp. It still stung, but this time she didn’t want to gag. “It’s still awful.”
“Just got to get used to it,” he said, pouring two more shots.
Emily drank hers first. “Ahhhh,” she said, trying to sound cool. She hated every drop of it, but didn’t want Derek to think she was a total goof. Her head began to tingle and her mood changed from nervous to excited. She giggled.
“See, I told you it would get better.” Derek downed his, then slammed the glass on the table with the rim down. “Hey, I just thought of something. You never told me what happened with Junie and her mom.”
“I didn’t?”
He shook his head.
“When I saw her this morning, Junie told me her mom’s hearing is next week and she’ll probably be sent to rehab for a couple of months. Junie’s going to be moved to a different shelter—one for displaced kids—Tumbleweeds.”
“That place is a complete dump.”
“I don’t like it much either. But if her mom makes it through treatment, she’ll get Junie back and they’ll get placed in public housing together.”
“Really? They usually don’t give druggies second chances. Must be another one of the state’s new programs. Always try to fix the unfixable,” Derek said, pouring two more shots.
“Wheeee,” she said, feeling her head spin and her eyes start to blur. “I’m really starting to feel it, big time.”
“Already? Even after the pizza?”
“Yeah, I’m such a lightweight.”
Derek took the shot away from her. “Then no more for you,” he said, drinking his shot and then hers.
She frowned, exaggerating her expression like a sad toddler. “But I was just getting the hang of it.”
“Any more and you’ll get sick. I’m not sure how vomiting and a hangover would play out with your condition.”
“Good point,” she said with slurred speech. She gazed into his captivating eyes, forgetting to turn off her second sight. It kicked in automatically and she felt his raging desire. It was smoldering hot, like a blast furnace about to explode. The new sensation was beyond anything she’d ever felt before, making her both happy and nervous at the same time.
A moment later, the link dropped after a swell of vertigo slammed into her, making her queasy when the room tilted to one side. She guessed this woozy feeling was what her BFF, Stacy, had meant long ago when she said she got totally buzzed the night before—happy and dizzy with an extra side of goofy.
Before she realized what was happening, Derek was out of his chair, around the table, and they were standing up and kissing like a love-starved couple on their wedding night. Emily lost herself in him, rubbing her body against his.
They stumbled across the kitchen, never letting go of each other. Her insides were out of control and she expected a jump tingle to start, but it didn’t. Somehow, the combination of the alcohol, Derek’s presence, and her own sexual desires were suppressing the jump process from forming.
“The Derek Effect,” she said in a whisper, as he kissed her across the neck and collarbone.
He stopped and pulled back, looking at her with concern. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She was petrified, but didn’t want him to stop, ever. She shook her head and then kissed him hard on the mouth, letting her tongue dart inside and explore.
Without hesitation, he pushed her against the refrigerator and began to grind his hips against her. She could feel him getting hard in his jeans, pressing against her moist vagina.
She leaned her head to the side and moaned as his lips moved from her mouth to the delicate skin just under her earlobe. His mouth was magic, stimulating the area to perfection. Her arms fell limply to her sides, surrendering her body to him. She didn’t care what he did or how he did it, as long as he never stopped.
His hand slid under her shirt and found her right breast, sending a wave of arousal through her body. He teased the nipple between his fingers, pulling and twisting with a gentle touch. He let go and pulled her shirt up, exposing both breasts. He bent down and kissed her belly in a circle around her navel, working slowly and with purpose. His tender lips continued to caress her skin, sliding up her torso and between her breasts, stopping just short of her mouth.
Emily’s body exploded with energy, fueling a powerful yearning she knew she couldn’t control. Every time his touch found her, it sent tingly bolts of electricity rippling across her skin.
Right then, the desire became overwhelming. She knew what she wanted. Her body knew what it wanted. And she wanted it now. She brought her arms in and grabbed his head, yanking him up to her face.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll stop,” he said, with panting breath.
“Take me upstairs, now!” she demanded, not wanting to spend another minute as a virgin. The moment she’d waited her entire life for was finally here. She wasn’t sure what to do or how it would feel, but she didn’t care, as long as it happened now. And with him.
He didn’t wince in pain as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the stairs, never taking his eyes off hers.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Derek put Emily on the king-sized bed in the largest bedroom on the second floor. His ribs complained, but his body was being flooded with so many mood-altering hormones the pain was easy to ignore.
He pulled her shirt off, then her skirt, then her panties. Then it was his turn. He stood in front of her with a rock-hard penis trying to spring free from his pants. He took of his clothes, once piece at a time, never taking his eyes off her until he was stark naked like she was. Then he looked down at her beautiful, athletic body lying on the bed, waiting for him.
She gave him a timid smile, then held out her hand and guided him onto the soft sheet next to her.
“This is my first time. Please go slow,” she said with quivering lips and a soft tone.
He opened his mouth to say something to help soothe her concern about being a virgin, but she stopped him.
Emily whispered, “I don’t want to know. I don’t care if I’m not your first. Did you bring . . . protection?”
“No. I wasn’t expecting this. I mean, I thought we might fool around a little, but with your condition, I never thought—”
She pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping his words. “I want you, Derek. Right now. This very minute.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”
“I’m positive. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. Now shut up and kiss me.”
He did, taking his time in case she changed her mind. Given her problems and his, he knew this might be the only time they’d ever be together—like this. He wanted to make sure his beautiful Emily and her delicate flower were ready, especially since they’d both been drinking.
Just then, she stopped the kiss and looked at him for a moment. “I’m ready,” she said, nudging him to climb on top of her. He did, letting her hands guide his hardness into position between her legs.
She closed her eyes and put her arms above her head on either side of the pillow, giving
him complete access to her.
He looked down across her trembling body and brought his manhood close, just touching the tip to her at first. She arched her back, sucked in her lip, and moaned, then he slid it in about an inch. She gasped and let out a high-pitched squeal, but didn’t tell him to stop, so he didn’t.
He studied her face, reading every nuance of her reaction to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. He continued, pushing more of himself into her warm gooeyness until he was all the way inside.
He didn’t know why, but he began to tremble like her. He’d been with several girls before Emily, but something about this time was different. It wasn’t simply because she was a virgin and tight. He’d been down that road before and knew what to expect. This was something strange and unexpected, but then again, that was the definition of their relationship.
He continued working himself in and out of her—slowly to start, letting her get used to his size. Then, as each minute passed and her moaning increased, he added more power and speed to his penetrations.
A few minutes later he was pumping at full speed when she arched her back and grabbed onto his back, with her nails digging into his skin. Her head tilted back, pushing deeper into the fluffy pillow, with her mouth wide open and silent. She held that pose for a few seconds, then sucked in a deep breath and blasted him in the face with a tremendous scream as her entire body began to shudder like an earthquake had erupted inside of her.
He stopped his movement, fearing it might interrupt what he assumed was an intense orgasm. He wanted her to enjoy every second of it, hoping she’d want to do it again and again. He smiled as he watched the intensity of her release, hovering over her with his penis still inside. Her arms and legs were shaking violently against the sheet like she was being electrocuted. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like minutes, then, in one massive exhale, all of the air rushed out of her body and she fell limp against the sheet with her eyes closed.
“Damn, Em! That was unbelievably intense!”
She didn’t respond. Nor did she move.
Derek studied her chest in a panic—it wasn’t moving. He put his ear between her breasts but couldn’t hear the beat of her heart.
“No! No! No!” he screamed, pulling out of her and rolling to the side. He began to shake her, praying she’d wake as tears flooded his cheeks.
“Em! Please! Come on! Wake up! Please! I need you!”
She didn’t respond.
“No! This can’t be happening! Oh shit, what have I done?” he said, climbing to his knees to perform CPR. He wasn’t certified or trained, but he couldn’t just sit there and watch the life drain from her body. He had to try something.
Before he could steady his hands over her, Emily’s mouth swung open and gobbled up a room full of air, making her chest expand to hold it all in. Her hands grabbed his and she sat up in a flash, expelling the revival breath from her lungs.
She turned and looked at him with eyes bright. “Oh my God. That was incredible! We have to do that again!”
Derek was speechless.
* * *
Four days later, Emily crouched over the commode in the women’s bathroom on the second floor of Burton Barr Central Library, thinking about the news she was about to receive. She’d already sensed what was coming, but needed to be sure.
Her hands were shaking, invigorated by the rapid pumping of her lungs, pushing her close to hyperventilation. Each thunderous beat of her heart sounded like a gong being struck in her ear canal. Emily wondered if the woman in the stall next to her could hear the thump in her chest as well. Probably not, she decided, not with all the farting and defecating the woman was doing next door. The smell. The noise. Gross.
“It’s now or never,” Emily whispered, grabbing the end of the paper cover with one hand, holding the device in the other. She tore off the paper’s end and peeled it down, exposing the stick. She held it precisely where the instructions had told her, and let free a stream of pee she had been holding for the past half-hour. She counted to five, then withdrew the plastic tube and put it on top of the toilet paper dispenser. She sat on the seat and buried her head in her hands, trying to keep herself together.
The instructions said to wait for three minutes for the results. Three agonizing minutes. The longest three minutes of her life. She started a silent count of one hundred eighty Mississippi’s while thinking about the last few days and trying to ignore the disgusting sounds coming from the woman on the commode next to her.
She’d been through a rollercoaster of extremes. She’d lost her virginity—to a boy she was convinced she was in love with—and she’d blacked out for thirty-two minutes while standing at the door to Nora’s house. Emily didn’t regret making love with Derek, but she’d woken up the next morning feeling different than before. She instantly knew something had changed inside of her—something profound and fundamental.
She was feeling lethargic, and her lower back was sore. Her cycle wasn’t due for another week, but she couldn’t ignore the signs. On top of that, she knew she was unlike the rest of the normals—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually—having been transformed against her will by a group of monsters who’d abducted her. She knew her body was genetically different from all the other girls, so normal rules and timeframes didn’t apply. She was a complete and total freak. A freak who was about to become an even bigger freak. Emily wasn’t ready to face what was about to come next, but she had no choice. Reality was about to slap her in the face and demand a reckoning.
Then again, it was possible her sixth sense might be wrong. Maybe it didn’t work when she pointed it at herself. Maybe the test would come back negative. Maybe, just maybe, her life wasn’t about to spin even more out of control than it already was. Hope comes in many forms, and she prayed her abilities were as out of whack today as she felt.
The woman in the stall next door finished her business with one last grunt and a plop, then stood up and used a generous supply of toilet paper before she walked out of the bathroom. Emily was mortified that the defecator didn’t stop to wash her hands, but Emily had bigger problems to think about. She was finally alone, and her silent count had reached its end.
The white plastic test was shaped like an oversized toothbrush. She picked it up and stared at the indicators, praying that hope would manifest itself in the shape of a symbol. She saw two windows toward the end of the stick—the smaller window showed a vertical blue line, confirming that the test had worked. The larger window showed two intersecting blue lines; one was vertical, and one was horizontal. Together they made a plus sign.
Her heart stopped beating and she gasped. She was pregnant.
Hope screamed for the exit.
Emily collapsed onto the tile floor, unable to keep herself together. Tears came, and so did the jump tingle, swelling deep within the base of her spine. She tried her breathing exercises, but they had no effect. She dug her way through the panic and found her logic, but it was no match for what she was experiencing. She wasn’t going to be able to squash the transformation—it had already reached the point of no return. That meant the blue light was coming for her, and for her baby.
“Just another jump,” she whispered, trying to calm herself. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
But who was she kidding? Nothing was the same, not with the tiny speck of life growing inside of her.
The tingle moved up her spine quickly and found the middle of her back. She could feel it resonating differently within her bones as it raced across her neck and found her forehead with the force of a locomotive.
She knew her body had been supercharged—not only with the emotional turmoil that was her life, but also with a tidal wave of hormones related to her pregnancy.
Emily’s mind tore through questions she’d never considered before.
How was she going to carry a baby while living on the street?
Where was she going to give birth?
When she jumped, was the baby going to come with her?
Would jumping hurt the baby?
Would the baby be a time jumper, too?
Could the baby jump without her?
How was she going to tell Derek?
Would Nora help her?
Won’t she need a doctor and regular visits?
How is she going to pay for treatment?
Is there a special clinic for pregnant girls who time jump whenever they become emotional?
How was she going to raise a child for eighteen years with her condition?
She looked at her hands and arms as blue lines of energy began to crisscross her skin like angry lightning bolts. The energy swarmed her torso and swirled about her face as its color intensified beyond anything she’d seen before.
The jump was going to be massive. She worried that she might travel far into the future, far beyond the lifespan of Derek, Jim, Duane, and everyone else she counted on for help, leaving her pregnant, scared, and utterly alone.
“Mom! Please help me!” she cried out, just as her back arched and her body curled into the fetal position. The blue fire finished her transformation by taking her eyesight and a moment later, she was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED
In Glassford Girl: Part 4 (coming in 2016)
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