A Dark Autumn (6 page)

“That’s fucking hot,” said Helen.
 

“I’m not finished.” At first Michelle had been hesitant to tell the story, now she was eager to finish. “After sucking on him awhile, I’d turn around and grab his cock and put it inside me. Then as I rode him, I’d slap him some more.”

“Hard?” asked Helen.

“Hard as hell. I want to see my handprint on his face.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I’d really start riding him…slamming against him. And, then I’d…” She stopped, unsure if she should divulge this part.

Helen nodded. “Go on.”

“Okay.” Michelle took a deep breath. “See, sometimes when we’re fucking, Britt makes these gasping noises…and, when he does that, I find myself wanting to choke him so he’ll make them even louder. I love those sounds. So, as I’m riding him, I would wrap my hands around his throat…watch his mouth gasp open…his eyes close as he tried to breathe, and then I’d let go…let him get some air, and do it again.”

“You are hardcore,” said Helen. “I fucking love it.”

Michelle laughed. “I think I’m just weird.”

“Nah, not at all. But I have question. What if he busted his load before you did?”

Michelle laughed a cold laugh. “He’d better not.”

Helen exploded with laughter. “Good fantasy. I don’t know if I can top that.”

Amanda lighted a cigarette. “Shit, I don’t think any of us can.”

Lucy looked troubled as she stared into the fire. “I wish we had hot dogs, marshmallows, or something…” The other girls erupted with laughter. “Well, don’t you? Wouldn’t that just be the perfect addition? Like a real campfire? Swapping stories while we snacked?”

Michelle had to admit, she was getting a little hungry herself. She couldn’t recall having eaten anything since lunch.
 

Helen added more vodka to her cup. “Well, I don’t think I can top it, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

Amanda cheered. “You go, girlfriend!”

Helen opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. Her brow creased. She looked past Michelle. “Did you hear that?”

Michelle glanced over her shoulder. “Hear what?”

“I thought I heard something over there.” She pointed to Michelle’s left, where the illumination from the camp ended and the black of the forest began.
 

“Oh, please.” Amanda puffed on her cigarette. “We’re not falling for that.”

“I’m serious.”

Michelle strained her eyes. A furrow of white light raked across the trees, left and then down. Someone was on their way to the camp, and they were just a few feet away. “I see it too. It’s a flashlight.”

Lucy and Amanda turned around. Lucy was first to speak. “Yeah, I see it. Who do you think it is?”

Suddenly it hit Michelle who it was.
Ricky.
He’d probably heard all the noise and was coming to see what it was about. Her stomach began to sizzle, popping as the nervousness slurped up all the alcohol.
 

Then like an angel coming into the light, he emerged from the shadows, just as gorgeous as he had been earlier. Michelle’s heart began to beat even harder.
 

“Hi…” Ricky said, his voice edgy. He looked from girl to girl until his eyes settled on Michelle. “Hey, remember me?”

Michelle nodded, smiling. “Yuh-yeah…”

Helen turned to Michelle, giving her a look she understood. It said:
And, why haven’t you told us about him?

Ricky lowered the flashlight away from the girls. “Sorry to barge in on you all like this, but I heard some screaming, just wanted to make sure everyone was all right.”

Before Michelle could reply, Helen blurted. “We’re fine. Just a few girls that haven’t seen each other in a long time. Partying it up.”

He smiled. “That sounds nice. Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Michelle was quicker this time. “You didn’t interrupt.”

Helen added. “Nope. In fact, we would just love it if you joined us.”

“Joined you? But you don’t know me.”

Helen nodded toward Michelle. “You know Michelle, right?”

He nodded. “We met earlier.”

“Then that’s good enough for us. Have a seat.”

Usually Michelle despised Helen when she got like this, but since it was Ricky she was trying to persuade into attending the party, she wanted to applaud her. She would have never had the courage to ask him herself.

“I wouldn’t want to impose…”

Helen put a hand to her busty chest. “It would be my pleasure if you allowed me to make you a drink to thank you for being a gentleman and coming to check on us ladies you thought were in trouble.”

Good one,
Michelle thought. There was no way he could turn down that offer.

And he didn’t. “Okay, maybe just one, if you don’t mind.”

Chapter Eleven

By his fourth Helen Sour, Ricky was talking comfortably and quick. After each drink he’d relaxed a little more, and the conversations had become much easier to carry on. He sat on the same log as Michelle but with Helen separating them. Michelle found herself getting lost in his eyes, or his smile, instead of paying attention to some of the stories he told, but when she heard the others laughing at an apparently funny part she would quickly do the same.

He went to take a drink, but pulled the cup back. He looked confused, disappointed.

“Empty?” Helen asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t believe I drank it so fast. You make them good.”

It looked as if Helen was blushing. “Please… I bet you say that to all the ladies you stumble upon in the woods.”

He laughed.

Amanda had been chain smoking. She lit another one before asking, “So, Ricky, what do you do for a living?”

He seemed tentative to answer. “Well…I usually don’t go around announcing it.”

“Are you a spy?” Amanda asked.

“No, no, he’s a secret agent.” Lucy said, laughing.

Helen was mixing him another drink. “We’re just a few harmless girls. You can tell us if you want.”

“I’m
hardly
a secret agent…”

There it was again, Michelle noticed. Something in the way he said certain things. It took on another quality, as if there was a quirk to it.

“I’m a writer,” he said, as if confessing he was a drug addict.

Lucy and Amanda’s eyes widened, the lapping flames like little orange waves in their corneas.
 

Michelle was impressed. Not only was he gorgeous, sweet and well-spoken, but a writer on top of all of that? What else could he do? Fly? She would not have been surprised had he sprouted wings and took flight before them. She was just about to comment on it when she noticed Helen reaching into her ex-husband’s backpack. The front pocket. When she extracted her hand, clutched between her fingers was a jelly bean-sized white pill. Michelle’s mouth opened to gasp, but nothing came out.
 

Roger’s dick medicine
as Helen had put it
.
 

Helen saw her watching, winked, and took to crushing the pill between her fingers. Flakes and grits of medication dropped into the cup.
 

Ricky, as well as Amanda and Lucy, was oblivious to this. They had begun asking him questions about writing. Turned out he wrote books, fiction novels, but wasn’t ready to inform them of what kind.
 

Using her finger to mix the drink, Helen leaned over, putting her lips to Michelle’s ears. “In less than ten minutes, he’ll be so hard that it hurts. We’re getting laid tonight sweetheart.”

Michelle knew she should knock the drink out of Helen’s hand. It was wrong to do what she was planning, so incredibly wrong. This was no better than being in a bar and someone slipping something in her drink when she wasn’t looking, only to catch up to her later after she’d passed out and take advantage. Helen was planning to take advantage of Ricky by giving him a painful erection that would need to be relieved. What better way to relieve it than by doing four horny women?
 

What the hell are we doing?

Helen interrupted Ricky to give him his drink. Holding it in his hand, he stared down into the cup. For a brief moment Michelle thought some of the pill hadn’t dissolved, and he’d noticed little chunks floating in his drink. But he smiled and gulped some down. They were in the clear…with him anyway.

Lucy and Amanda had both caught Helen whispering to Michelle. Amanda spoke first. “What are you two up to over there?”

Michelle felt heat on her cheeks and it wasn’t from the fire. “What?”

“You two have a look about you…”

“What kind of look?”

Lucy finished. “Like you’re up to no good.”

Helen laughed.
 

If Ricky had heard any of this chat, he didn’t let on. He took a sip, swished the drink in his mouth, then swallowed. “I should probably make this my last one for the night. I need to get back to my cabin soon and get to bed. Got work to do tomorrow.”

“Awww,” said Helen. She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed. “I don’t like the sound of that. I don’t think of any of us do.”

No one did and they let him know it.

“You girls are so sweet…”
 

Ten minutes later Ricky had finished the drink, and was shifting uncomfortably on the log. While the girls talked about this and that, Michelle observed him secretly. She was careful not to be noticeable to everyone else. When she caught him adjusting the bulge in his pants, she couldn’t stop the smile that spread on her face. But there was a nudge in the back of her mind, something trying to get her attention. Guilt. It was the guilt over what Helen had done trying to make itself prominent in her mind. She ignored it, pushing those feelings so far back she no longer noticed them.

Helen had stopped being coy with her intentions. Her hand rested high up on Ricky’s inner thigh. She leaned against him, and when she would speak, she was so close to him their lips were nearly touching. Ricky would be a gentleman, tilting his head back, only for Helen to bend forward even more. If they kept this up, Ricky would fall off the log.

“So,” Helen began. “Why
are
you out here all by yourself? I would be too paranoid to let you out of my sight.”

Ricky laughed softly, but it seemed forced. “Well…thank you. The truth is we agreed that I would come out here alone to allow him some room to breathe. I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately.”

“Trouble in paradise?” asked Helen.

As Ricky tried to politely keep Helen, who had moved so close to him her breasts here squishing against his bicep, at bay, Michelle focused on a key word he had just said.
Him.
He’d said to allow
him
some room to breathe.
 

Does this mean…?

Michelle put her hand on Helen’s back, and tapped. Helen glanced over her shoulder. Michelle shook her head, trying to tell her to stop. If Helen had understood what she was trying to get across, she ignored it.
 

Ricky was still talking while scooting to the edge of the bench. “We decided that after the hell we’d gone through, which was mostly my fault, I would give space where it was needed.”

“Too bad,” said Helen. “Her loss is our gain.” She waved her hand around the group. “You’ve got four girls here that I’m sure are more than willing to take your mind off of whatever is troubling it.”

Amanda was quick to agree.

Michelle cringed. She felt embarrassed, and not just for Ricky, but for Helen as well. She was making a complete ass out of herself, and when Ricky turned Helen down—which he was sure to do—Michelle wondered how she would take it.

“I appreciate the offer, Helen, you all are beautiful women, but I have to pass.”

Helen shot back so hard she knocked against Michelle, causing her to drop her cup. What remained of Michelle’s drink trickled out of the cup and into the dirt at her feet.
 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” demanded Helen.

Ricky smiled courteously. “I don’t mean you any offense, but I can’t.”

“If you’re worried about your girlfriend, then don’t be. It’s her own problem that she didn’t come here with you.”

Michelle tried to intervene. “Um, Helen…”

Helen looked at Michelle. “Hold on a second.” Then back to Ricky. “I am strongly attracted to you, and I am willing to fuck your brains out right here. And, if you’re into it, I’m willing to bet the others would do the same.” She turned to the group. “Am I right?”

Amanda smiled. “I definitely wouldn’t want Helen having all the fun.”

Lucy glanced at Michelle. Their eyes met, and for the brief moment they were connected, Michelle tried to stop her, but Lucy was already putting her attention back on Helen and Ricky.
 

“I could go for some of that,” said Lucy.

Helen patted Michelle’s knee. “And, Michelle?”

“Well…” How could she say this? How could she tell them she knew Ricky would
never
go for what they were offering? It wasn’t her place to say such a thing, and even though she doubted it, there was the possibility she might be wrong. “If things were different…”