A Pretty Pill (35 page)

“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing up at school?” he asks her softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

I haven’t seen much of Shae recently, because her parents are concerned with her studies.

“They won’t sign the papers.” She says.  “They say that it’s pointless for me to go with you, because it’s just a teenage romance.  I shouldn’t be chasing you around the other side of the world.” She says softly.

“Fuck... why are they being so difficult?  Did they find out about me Shae?” he asks.

“I don’t think so; they haven’t said anything about it to me.  But I won’t be able to get a passport without them signing for it.” She sighs.

I’m remembering Silas telling me that this is the girl for him... that she has been purpose built for him to love.  She’s all soft, sweet and feminine; he’s all brawn, anger and masculine.  If you never saw them together, you wouldn’t know how right they are together.  But they are... they have an intense connection that runs underneath the surface stuff.  She’s seen him through all his bullshit, through his pain, and he’s desperate to support her through her studies.  He loves her, she loves him.  They both have serious issues to deal with that have seen them mature fast.

“When do you turn 18 Shae?” I ask.

“March.” She explains.

“Can I make a suggestion?” I ask; I’m not sure if this will work. 

She nods.

“You know our school year is completely different to here... And you’re a smart girl yeah?” I begin.

“She is.” Silas answers for her.

“Right...” I continue, “So I realise that long distance relationships suck balls... but you can get a lot of the groundwor
k done between now and then to mount a request for student visas... you’ll be able to stay longer than even Silas on a working one.” I explain... I’ve sponsored Silas, so he’s going to be fine in the long run; I’ll be doing the same for Jade, now that she’s pulling her finger out.

“I can do that... I just don’t know what I’ll do with him half way around the world.” She laments.  He’s holding her hand and kissing the back of it.

“I was having a discussion like this with Jade last night... it’s not exactly practical.” I agree.  “But you’ll be alright.” I say.

“We’ll make it work!” Silas promises.

And the whole shit makes me feel like a liar... a great big fraud, because I had a huge argument with Jade last night over this very thing... and I refused to have distance between us.

Silas is all smiles and support with Shae, until she leaves... and then he’s full of an incredible degree of angst and frustration.

“I fucking can’t believe them.  They told her she had to focus on her studies first, and then they’d let her go!  She has been nose first in those damned books for months!  And they just pull the pin on it!” he screams.  “I’ve got to get out of here... I need to cool off, so I’m going for a ride!” he says.

And just like that, he storms off to the locker room.

***

“Red, where are you?” I ask down the phone.
  She’s not home yet, and it’s dinner time.

“
I’m at the storage place, looking for
(grunt)
my birth certificate.” She says.

“Didn’t you leave all that stuff somewhere easy to get to... like here?” I ask
mockingly.

“No.” She replies.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because I didn’t know I’d need it.” She reasons.

I know she’s a smart girl... she’d need to be; she looks after fucked up people... keeping them alive.  But sometimes, she just doesn’t quite think clearly about the common sense stuff.

“I have dinner ready... I’d like you to eat it while it’s still hot.” I explain.

“That’s what microwaves are for!” She grumbles.

“Come on Jade
, how long are you going to be?  I’ll be gone soon for PCYC!” I say exasperatedly.

“Place it in the oven... I won’t be back for a while.” She reasons
, “Some motherfuckers packed this joint in like it’s a hoarders dumpsite.  I can’t find a God damn thing... and I’m climbing to the roof and over things I’m not even sure will hold me.” She says a little angrily.

***

“Did you find everything you needed?” I ask, climbing naked into bed.

“Yes
, but I’m not happy; it took me all fucking night!” she seethes.

I’m starting to undo her buttons to her pyjama
top.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I question.

“I’m a bit annoyed... I’m not feeling very sexy!” she says.

“Well I’m a little annoyed that you’re not feeling sexy, but since I’m feeling horny, I think we’re good, I’ll still have fun.” I explain.

“I don’t know....oh!” she grunts the ‘oh’ because I’m sucking on her nipple.

“Fuck Ben... oh!” she moans.

I love her breasts; I can’t believe that I thought they were tiny and not sexy when I first saw her.  They’re a perfect handful, and
her nipples tease up perfectly into tight little buds of perfection.  There’s no sag, no overflow, just a perfect handful and softness to groan over.

I slip her pyjamas from her shoulders.

“These are no longer welcome in bed. If you haven’t got something incredibly sexy or kinky like see-through lace and crotch-less undies, don’t wear anything.” I explain.

“Crotch-less undies?” she giggles, but I’m not listening because I’m moving down her body, kissing her stomach and sucking her skin.  I pull her pyjama bottoms
and undies down, and move back up her body, lying over the top of her as I move, only to return to her nipples and begin devouring them once more, while I rub my cock up against her mound.  She’s moaning and wrapping her legs around me, hoping to slip her pussy over the top of my cock and bury me deep inside her, and while that is ultimately what I want too... I want to get my message across about the pyjamas first.

I bring myself up to straddle her... my cock bouncing on the top of her stomach, as I twist the pyjama bottoms around and around until they form a rope.

She’s watching me with a curious glare.

“What are you doing to SpongeBob?” she asks.

“SpongeBob needs to retire.” I explain.

Her eyes go wide.  I take the opportunity to grab her hands and with minimal struggle
and I tie them up with the middle section of my ‘rope’ which is in fact the crotch part of her pj’s. 

“Ben?” she
sultrily gasps.

“Red... no more pyjamas
, they get in my way!” I reason, as I lean across her and begin to tie her to the headboard.

My cock drags dangerously close to her face, and in a moment of concentration with tying her up, I fail to notice till too late that she has the advantage and has mounted an attack on my cock, by sucking the tip with her mouth like it’s a nipple.

I jump slightly, but I’m quick to recover, although she’s making my cock spasm in pleasure.

Once I’m finished tying her, I’m popping my cock out of her mouth and moving down her body, firstly taking her mouth in mine, and tasting her kisses.

I grab every available pillow then and pile them up under her hips and lift her high, so her pussy is elevated, a perfect height to fuck.

I touch her pussy, watching my fingers play over the folds, dipping inside her vagina
, and liberally applying the juice I gather from inside her over her nub; then I’m feeling the inside of her again; and then I insert my middle finger inside her, and I sit down on my feet and settle in to administer a little cataclysm of my own.

With my finger inside her, I push in as far as I can and then I crook it towards her clit, and I begin to slowly slide it inside of her.

“Ben?” she moans.

“Shhh...” I demand.

I bring my other hand up and I place it on her mound above her clit, and I place my thumb on her wet and aroused clit and then splay my fingers across her pelvis, pushing slightly down.

And then I begin to rub her clit; at the same time moving my finger inside of her, willing her G-spot to grow and allow me to stimulate it to mind-shattering bliss for her.
  I plan on watching... observing her throughout it, before fucking her hard after she comes.

“Ben...” she gasps, as her pleasure begins to mount.

“Shhh...” I croon; continuing with my ministrations.  She’s breathing with difficulty, her moans are increasing in intensity, and I can feel the increasing size of her G-spot as it manifests itself more clearly, rising from the wall of her pussy slightly, delineated by the slightly rougher ridge of its presence. Now that I can feel it better, and know I’m stroking her correctly, I concentrate on it; stilling my thumb over her nub, but maintaining a pressure there, and pressing down with my hand on her pelvis.

I apply as much force with my hand to still her pelvis as I can, with the added benefit of heightening her experiencing.

She’s moving... trying to move, against my hands.  She’s keening, her vagina has become slick with arousal and her clit is ticking beneath my thumb.

“Do you like that?” I ask, and I’m feeling tingles through my body, watching her unravelling before me.  I know she loves what I’m doing to her.
.. my cock is crying in expectation of what await him.

“Aaarrr...” she breathlessly replies.

“Red?” I ask, smiling knowingly.

“Fuck Ben... fuck!” she whispers and then moans, a wailing keen that ascends and continues to climb.  My finger is dripping wet now... her walls are already clamping, and I know she’s had two smaller orgasms already, because I’m there, I’m right there monitoring it all.

“Fuck.” She forcibly breathes out, and she begins shaking and screaming and unravelling.  Her pelvis is beginning to rock in syncopation and her velvet walls are clamping down on me.  She’s now wailing out her screams, and I’m watching her shatter before me, crying out my name and just crying, tears of desperate, destructive pleasure.

Jade.

I feel like I’m traumatized
; shattered into a million pieces and the pleasure that is pain that is pleasure has claimed me and made me its slave.

And now Ben is there, between my legs, positioning himself to take advantage of my weakened flesh
, and I want him to claim me... to sew me back together and create me again.

My hands are tied, and my inability to touch, feel and control any of this situation heightens the feelings bombarding my heart; tearing at my pelvis and revealing my desperateness to be resurrected by Ben... for surely I’ve experienced the afterlife.

I roar as he enters me, and plunges inside me, he thrusts deep inside me; fucking me... claiming me... loving me.

“Fucking hell Jade!” he screams... he’s thrusting desperately inside me and I feel his cock begin to jerk and I watch his face screw up in desperate need and desire... a pleasurable pain of impending orgasm.

I’m screaming... I can hear it... it sounds like I’m being murdered.  He’s joining me in death... screaming in agonised pleasure.

I’m drenched, I’m dripping in sweat and so is Ben, who is
afterwards prostrate across me, breathing in great heaving gasps.

“Holy fuck Jade... How could I have ever thought I knew what sex really was before you?  I’m so fucking spent... I’m...” he can’t finish.

“Undone.” I finish for him.

He nods... “But at the same time
, together... like really together, more than I’ve ever felt together.” He says.

“Me too.” I agree.

“I love you Jade.” He breathes, beginning to lower and release me, starting with the removal of the pillows.

“I love you too Ben... I won’t ever love anyone as much as I love you.”  I bargain.

“You’re not allowed to... I’m it for you, you’ve broken me and so you’ve bought me.” He reasons.

I nod... he
summed it up perfectly.  He leans in and kisses me, and then begins to untie me.

“I’m entirely yours” I tell him.  “Every last bit of me.”

***

Bloody government red tape and
queues, not to mention scheduled appointments in Canberra and waiting for processing.  I picked the single worst time to get my passport and visa applications underway.  Every man, woman and child in the country of Australia; have decided it’s a good time to prepare for their dumbarse Christmas trips, by getting their processing done now.  I’m needing it done weeks before them, but it’s a first in first served basis, unless you pay for an urgent application; which I don’t qualify for because apparently you need to have a funeral to go to, an illness requiring urgent medical intervention over there, or you’re running late for classes or work.  I am not doing any of those things.

The positive in all of this bullcrap, is that my bank balance is healthy
; very healthy, and they can see that there isn’t an issue with me not being able to afford to look after myself in case of mishap.  Unless I mistake Las Vegas for LA, and end up in the casinos there, blowing it all on Blackjack.