“Who cares,” Chase said nibbling on her earlobe. “It gives us more alone time.”
Angie sighed. She was glad Jesse was taking so long giving her and Chase ample time to cuddle and kiss but she was getting worried. What if Jesse had gotten lost? Hurt? Kidnapped? Or worse? It shouldn’t take him this long to find his hoodie. Maybe they should go look for him.
“Relax,” Chase said squeezing her tight, “Jesse’s fine.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
“Some of Madam Theodora’s psychic powers rubbed off on me,” Chase said, his voice taking on a spooky vibrato. His fingers raced up her spine like spiders making her body twist in tingly fright.
“Moron,” she said lightly hitting his bicep. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“I did too.”
“Thanks for being so understanding about Jesse. He doesn’t have a lot of friends and … I feel a little guilty. I don’t want him to think I’m abandoning him or don’t care about him as much anymore.”
“Hey it’s cool. I understand. Really, I do.”
She looked into his eyes as he spoke. His eyes, navy blue pools deep as lakes that betrayed every thought that was hidden in his soul told her he spoke the truth.
“I love you so much,” she said burying her head in his chest.
She knew how lucky she was to have a guy as good as Chase. How many other boyfriends would allow their girlfriend’s best friend to tag along on dates? This hadn’t been the most traditional of relationships and Angie was thankful that Chase had the patience and love for her to stick it out. She knew that most guys would have left long ago or demanded that she not see Jesse so much and spend all her time with them.
“I love you too,” Chase said kissing her on the forehead.
“Always?” Angie asked looking up at him.
“Always and forever. Beyond forever.” The last line was barely a whisper on the wind as he took hold of her chin, raised her head up and slowly dipped his head down until his lips made contact with hers.
“Take your time, Jesse,” Angie whispered when they parted as she pulled Chase down on top of her. By the time her back hit the hood, both of their jeans were unbuttoned and Chase was already guiding himself into her with the gracefulness of a ballet dancer.
As they made love on the hood of Chase’s pickup truck, some of the carnival workers poked their heads out of their trailers and watched them. Drinking cheap beer and whiskey straight out of the bottle they unzipped their flies and masturbated as Angie’s moans rose to a climatic falsetto.
Four
“I still don’t understand what you mean,” Jesse said.
“Come with me. I will show you what I have in mind for Angie Fico.”
Madam Theodora brought him through another beaded entryway and down a long hall. Jesse was shocked that there were more rooms in the tent. From the outside it looked barely big enough to stand up in.
“How big is this place?” he asked.
“As big as I want it,” was her answer. “I’ve been reading people for many years and I have never come across any one like Angie before. She fascinates me. I supposed it’s the same qualities that fascinate you. She’s not like most young girls. There’s an innocence about her. A vulnerability. I … I can’t explain it. All I know is that I don’t ever want her to lose it. That is where you come in.”
“What can I do?” Jesse eagerly asked. He would do anything to make Angie belong to him and only him for eternity.
“Bring her to me. I will make her a part of my collection.”
“Your collection?” Jesse asked confused.
Madam Theodora smiled as she and Jesse walked into a large room. Jesse almost fainted when he saw what was in front of him. Dozens and dozens of young men and women were floating nude in large jars. Their eyes were closed. Their skin was a translucent blue color and their hair billowed in the clear liquid.
“My God,” Jesse breathed. There were dozens of them, none older than twenty-five. The youngest looked like she had just turned eighteen. “Are they dead?”
“No,” Madam Theodora sounded offended. “I’m no cold-blooded killer. Look closer.”
She took hold of his hand and dragged a reluctant Jesse over to one of the jars. He stared at the girl that was inside. She was a small black girl, though her once dark skin was pale. Jesse could see every vein and muscle in her body. He jumped when he saw blue blood pumping through her. He looked at her chest and saw her heart. Every few minutes it would give a tiny jump.
“They’re alive,” Madam Theodora said. “I’ve just slowed down their heartbeats so long that they will never age.”
“Do they feel anything?”
“Oh yes. They still feel the same human emotions you do. Every once in a while I take them out so they can eat, exercise and enjoy the sins of the flesh, but they do not come out of their homes that often. If they are exposed to the air for any great length of time, Father Time will take his revenge so fast they will be dust before you can blink.”
“You want to put Angie in one of these jars?”
“And you.”
“What?” he asked shocked. He wasn’t sure he would want to spend eternity in some jar. Was being with Angie forever worth the price he was willing to pay? Was he really contemplating giving up his freedom? To become a plaything for the old crone? To be reduced to nothing more than an animal in a zoo?
“You want to be with her, don’t you? Forever. This way I can guarantee it,” Madam Theodora promised.
Jesse opened his mouth to protest. He had a speech planned about how this was wrong and took away human rights but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. The idea of Angie never growing old, never dying, never losing her beauty and becoming a mangled wrinkled old woman was very tempting. The idea that he could have the same fate, be with her forever, long after the maggots had devoured Chase’s body, made Madam Theodora’s collection seem all the less inhuman. That settled it.
“What do I have to do?” he asked, eager to help the conniving witch.
Madam Theodora smiled. She knew Jesse was the perfect person to help her execute this plan. If he did it right and followed her instructions to the letter, he would help save Angie and none of the carnage she had witnessed when she read the girl, would be allowed to come true.
“You must perform a sacrifice,” she said handing him a dagger.
“What kind of sacrifice? Like an animal or something?” Jesse asked as he studied the dagger, from the looks of it, it was pretty old and probably valuable.
Its handle was in the shape of a cobra, hood spread and solid gold. Two large red rubies served as eyes that seemed to shimmer with life though Jesse was positive it was just the way the light was reflecting on the gems. The blade was gray and sharp as The Grim Reaper’s scythe.
“In your case you might consider the sacrifice to be animal. It is Chase Slater. And his baby. The baby Angie Fico is carrying inside her.”
Jesse looked up at her stunned. He hated Chase and yes it was true that he had made up the plan to kill him, but he didn’t think he could ever really go through with it.
“Are you serious?”
“Very,” Madam Theodora answered, face stoic.
“Kill Chase?” His heart began to race. Did he really have the guts to actually kill someone?
“And the baby,” Madam Theodora repeated.
“Angie’s really pregnant?” He couldn’t believe that.
“Yes.”
“She can’t be. She hasn’t told me.”
“She hasn’t told anyone. Not even Chase. But she will. Soon.”
“But I’m her best friend. She tells me everything,” Jesse said growing angry. How dare Chase violate her womb with his bastard. And how dare she not tell him the good news.
“How am I supposed to sacrifice the baby without killing her?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
“Can’t you just tell me?”
“
Sorry, Jesse. There are some things in this world you have to figure out for yourself. But, I could give you these to help expedite a simple miscarriage.” She waved her hand and a small bag appeared in her palm. Inside were what looked like Jelly Beans. “Are you willing to help me?” Madam Theodora asked waving the bag hypnotically in front of Jesse. “Or do you want to lose Angie forever?”
Jesse thought about it, weighing out the pros and cons in his mind. On the one hand he and Angie would never grow old and ugly. They would never know the pain of old age. The pain of death. But on the other hand was he really capable of murder? Even if it was Chase Madam Theodora wanted him to dispatch.
“I’ll help you,” he finally spoke clutching the dagger and taking the bag from her.
“I knew you would. It’s getting late. You must go.” She ushered him out of the tent. “Do not return to me until you’ve done your task.”
She watched him walk out of the tent and disappear into a shroud of blackness. She walked back into the room where The Magician still laid unconscious. Waving her hand she mumbled a few words and watched as he slowly got to his feet.
“Thank God. I thought he’d never leave,” the young man said embracing the gypsy. “Do you think he’ll really go through with it?”
“Yes, I do. People will do anything to get what they want. Especially when it involves someone they love. Don’t you know anything about humans?” the gypsy asked, caressing the young man’s cheek. “They will kill to get the one they love.”
“You are so beautiful.” The Magician kissed her neck and helped her out of the dress.
“You’re horny.”
The Magician merely smiled and kissed her ample nipples.
Five
Chase sat in bed trying hard to concentrate on the psychology textbook, Angie, however, was making studying quite difficult. She was dancing, hips seductively undulating like a snake, clad in just her lacy black bra and thong. The see-through fabric gave Chase a great view of her breasts and vagina.
Chase tried with every muscle in his body to concentrate and absorb all he could about insane asylums but he couldn’t help but steal tiny little glances at his criminally beautiful girlfriend. He wondered if she knew how damned distracting and gorgeous she was. How it took all his might not to think about her every second of every day. Not that Chase minded that. He loved thinking about her every second of every day. If he had one wish it would be that they could be together forever and he could spend all day holding Angie’s body in his arms.
“Come on, Chase,” she said taking the book out of his hand and carelessly tossing it over her shoulder where it landed on the floor with a dull thump. Wrapping her delicate fingers around his hard biceps like a python, she pulled him out of the bed.
Damn. he smiled to himself. For such a little girl she can sure be strong when she wants to.
Though, if the truth must be told, Chase did not put up much of a resistance.
“Dance with me, handsome,” she whispered sultrily, running her hands over his pecs, large as the peaks of Mount Everest and lightly tickling his stomach which resembled an old fashioned washboard.
Chase’s penis immediately pitched a very large, very impressive, tent in his fire engine red and streetlight yellow boxer briefs.
“I gotta study.” He tried to make his voice sound protesting, but failed miserably as he half-assed tried to break free from her grip all the while smiling back at her. “I don’t have time right now. Really, I can’t right now, Ang.”
“That’s not what Little Chase says,” she smiled teasingly.
“Hey!” He opened his mouth in mock insult. “He’s not so little.”
“Yeah, not now,” she teased.
“Not ever.” His smile grew, overtaking his entire face. “Besides you can’t listen to him. He’s got a big mouth.”
“So do I,” she promised, giving him a knowing wink.
She grinned like a fox. Never taking her eyes from his, she slowly snaked her way down his body. Chase watched her hypnotically. His body shuddered with passionate earthquakes of desire at the feel of her lips kissing every inch of his stomach and his large muscled thighs. He couldn’t help but quiver as she sucked on his abs and swirled her tongue around his belly button as her finger nails dug into his legs, making the muscles in his legs shudder and shake.
Grinning up at him like a playful child, Angie slowly pulled his boxer briefs over his hips and down his smooth muscular legs inch by inch. Stepping out of the cottony confines he casually kicked them behind him. His penis, glad to be free of its jail, rhythmically pulsated just below his navel.
His mouth opened in a silent orgasmic scream, his body felt like it was being controlled by a puppeteer, rising on his toes like a ballet dancer. A small groan escaped him as Angie swallowed his penis whole. His hands got lost in her hair as she teased him, kissing just the tip of his penis before licking his thick length like it was an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. He watched her bob up and down on his penis in a nice rhythm.
“Angie,” he moaned as his eyes fluttered with pleasure. “I love you so much. You’re so good at that. Best head I’ve ever gotten baby.”
Cupping his full heavy balls, Angie sucked faster. Wrapping her fist around his slippery shaft she jerked him off as she loudly slurped and greedily sucked on his throbbing tool.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned feeling his stomach tightened. “Wait. I don’t wanna cum yet.”
Gently grabbing her shoulders he lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly. Her hands wrapped around him and massaged his sinewy muscled back. Expertly unhooking her bra, he closed his eyes in bliss at feeling her erected nipples against his chest. Pinching the flesh of her creamy butt, he helped her out of her thong and gently laid her onto the bed.
Fingers intertwining, Chase kissed Angie all over her face and neck. Her back arched when his tongue gently lapped at her nipples in quick staccato motions like a serpent. Slinking lower and lower he ever so gently kissed her thighs and moist smooth vagina. She screamed in bliss and bit her lips hard when he bit down on her lips, engorged and red with the blood of desire. She enjoyed his oral love making for several minutes before he crawled back up to her and kissed her. Moaning she enjoyed the taste of her on his full lips. The taste was sweet, like honey.
Wrapping her arms around him the two of them rolled around on the bed, kissing and caressing each other and giggling like children. Chase found himself on top of Angie. He kissed her a couple of times and gently bit down on her earlobe.
“Put me inside of you,” he whispered, warm breath tickling her and making her shudder.
Never one to disappoint her man, Angie wrapped her fist around Chase’s length and slowly slid him inside her inch by inch. They moaned in bliss. Even though they had made love many times, Chase still couldn’t get over how tight she was. He loved it. It made the sex that much better.
The two lovers were still when Chase was fully inside her. Smiling, they never took their eyes off each other. Both of them knew each other’s body intricately, could describe every minute detail, but for some reason when they made love it felt like the first time. Their stomachs were twisted into tight pretzels and their hearts beat so fast it felt like they would explode.
Chase started off slow, extracting himself until just the tip of his penis was inside her then thrusting deeply. Soon he found his rhythm. Angie closed her eyes and dug her nails into Chase’s muscular back. She moaned at feeling his full heavy balls hit her body. Low animalistic guttural growls emitted from Chase’s throat. Angie’s breasts were pressed flat against his chest, like flowers that have been saved in a scrapbook for all eternity.
She could feel her orgasm build up inside her as Chase’s penis tickled her clit. Her orgasm started down at the tips of her toenails and shot up her whole body like a cannonball, exploding out of the tips of her hair. Her back arched and she pinched Chase’s round hard cheeks when his own orgasm overtook him and he filled her with his hot milky flui
d. The two of them cried out as one. Chase collapsed on top of her. His hot breath caressed her neck as he sucked on her sensitive flesh. Their bodies were drenched with sweat. Despite himself Chase couldn’t help but shudder with little erotic aftershocks.
They kissed. Chase’s arms wrapped around her body tighter. The thing he loved most was holding his girl tight in his arms and kissing her full lips, soft as dove’s wings, after they made love. Angie sighed contentedly. She loved being so close to Chase. He was always so gentle when they made love, caring only about her own pleasure, never stopping until the waves of passion had overtaken her.
“I love you so much,” Chase said rolling off her.
“I love you too,” she said resting her head on his chest and gently kissing his large saucer sized nipples. “A lot more fun than studying psych, right?”
“Always,” he said kissing her forehead.
“Chase,” she said gently caressing his stomach. “I have something to tell you.”
Sighing, she looked deep into his baby blue eyes. It felt like she could see right into his soul. Chase shifted. He could tell that whatever it was, was really important.
“What is it?”
“Promise you won’t get mad?” Even though Madam Theodora had told her that Chase wanted kids and he would be happy about the pregnancy she was still nervous.
“Of course, baby. You can tell me anything. You know that.”
She knew he spoke the truth. She could see it in his eyes. His eyes always gave away his true feelings.
Rolling away from him, she got out of the bed and walked around the room. She studied everything in the bedroom as if she was looking at it for the first time. She lightly ran her hands over his dresser, over his New York Yankees lamp, a picture of him and her swimming at the lake, dripping wet and smiling, totally untouched by any problems of the real world, only needing to worry about the weather and sunscreen.
“I love living here with you,” she whispered.
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