First Kiss (2 page)

Chapter 2

"It's kind of late, I should go," Beth mumbled after pulling into the driveway of the Omega Phi Sigma frat house.

"Come on ba—Beth. It's my birthday! Can't I at least get a birthday kiss?"

Beth hesitated and the nodded. A kiss was okay, right? As long as she didn't have to go into the frat house. The way those guys stared at her, like she was a piece of meat, freaked her out. "Um, yeah, a kiss is good."

She smelled the beer on his breath before he pressed his lips against hers. Beth opened her lips to tell him to eat a mint or something but he took it as encouragement. Colin pressed against her and shoved his tongue into her mouth.

Beth whimpered, trapped between her seat and him. She couldn't back away and grabbing at his shirt wasn't working. Colin kept kissing, taking her sounds as permission to keep mauling her. His next move was to slide his hand under her jacket and grope her breast through her shirt and bra.

Beth froze, terrified at the contact and what it meant. Was he going to do more? Would he stop if she told him to. As if she could tell him, he wouldn't let her up for air long enough to say anything. His hand continued to fondle her through her shirt, pinching and searching for her nipple. Thank god for padded bras!

Colin groaned into her mouth and finally pulled back. "Come upstairs with me. Please? Tonight was awesome, Beth. Because of you. I'm so worked up!"

Beth's words died on her lips. She saw the hungry look in his eyes and trembled. She couldn't go up. He'd want to touch her. Want her to take her clothes off and bare herself. And then he'd see her and be disgusted. She was still fat. Too fat. She couldn't risk it. He'd be upset. Angry even, probably. He'd hurt her. Hurt her and fuck her, just like before.

"Is that a yes?" he pressed. Colin took her hand and pulled it to his crotch, pressing it against the hardness beneath his jeans. "See what you've done to me? You've got me so turned on!"

Beth gasped. She wanted to jerk her hand back but he held her against him. She bit her lip and managed to shake her head a little. "I— I can't. Not inside."

"You don't want to go inside? That's cool. Those guys don't need to know our business," he agreed. He shifted and used his other hand to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Beth gasped. This was not what she wanted! She started to protest and tell him to put it away when he lifted his hips and pushed his pants down, exposing himself fully. His penis jutted into the air, lit only by the dashboard lights. She stared at it, frozen at the first sight of a live cock since she'd been attacked her senior year of high school.

Colin pressed in and kissed her again, taking her by surprise. He broke her line of sight and gave her something else to focus on. She found herself kissing back and doing anything she could to keep from thinking and seeing his dick.

The avoidance didn’t last long. "Go ahead, touch it," Chad whispered into her lips. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lap. He wrapped her hand around his hardness and stroked her up and down a few times until she started doing it herself. He went back to kissing her and moaned into her mouth.

This wasn't so bad. Nothing like she'd feared it would be, at least. If she could just do this until he got off then she could go home. And wash her hands. He wouldn't be like last time. He couldn't be. Chad wouldn't stop. He'd cum and keep going until he did it again and again. That wasn't normal— wasn't human.

"Mmm, that feels good, baby," Colin said.

Beth ignored his slip up. She hated it when he called her that but if it helped him get off sooner it would be worth it.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. He kissed her harder and then seemed distracted for a moment. His tongue stopped pressing and writhing against hers. He pulled back and lifted his head so he could press his lips against her nose and then her forehead. "Go down, baby," he urged. "Your hand is awesome but it's not enough. You know?"

Beth froze again. He wanted her to go down on him? To put his dick in her mouth? And— and—

"Come on, it won't take long, I promise," he said.

Beth stared at him. "I've never done that," she admitted. He wouldn't want somebody inexperienced doing that, would he? "What if I hurt you?"

"Aw, you won't. No such thing as a bad blow job."

Beth could see he wasn't going to give up. She forced a fake smile on her face. He said it wouldn't take long. Then she could get away and never take his calls again. She nodded. "Okay, I'll try."

He grinned and leaned back in his seat. His penis lay against his stomach, quivering in the blue lights from the instruments. It seemed to swell and pulse before her. "Go ahead."

Beth licked her lips and swallowed. This was not how she saw tonight happening. She'd hoped to figure out why she wanted to go to the strip club, that was all. She could use Colin as an excuse if they asked. He'd be safe and protect her, then she'd drop him off and go home. She could be normal then, get the strange thoughts and urges out of her system.

Now she was about to give her boyfriend a blow job. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth as she lowered herself into his lap. She missed and felt his burning flesh against her cheek. She hissed and tried to cover by pressing her lips together and kissing whatever it was she'd landed on. It was soft and squishy. His pubic hair tickled her lips and nose. He smelled musky, but not too sweaty or nasty, at least. Was she kissing his balls? Gross!

"Aww fuck," he groaned. His arm went around her back and helped guide her onto him.

Beth wasn't sure if she was happy or not. At least she wasn't kissing his sack anymore, but now she felt his spongy head between her lips. He was hot and it tasted a little salty. She fought down a gag, was it piss because he hadn't wiped? Or was it supposed to be like that? Did some girls really like this?

Colin's arm pressed down, urging her to take more of him in her mouth. She obliged, slowly, and lost herself in amazement at how hard and soft he was at the same time. Her amazement ended when he bumped the entrance to her throat. Her head bucked up, gagging a little.

"Sorry baby," he mumbled. "You're doing awesome. Not long!"

She relaxed at the thought of it being over soon. Maybe if she got into blowing him it would go sooner. She wasn't stupid enough to think a blow job was about blowing, it was about sucking. She sealed her lips around his shaft and tried sucking. He stiffened, both his body and his penis, and then he started groaning when she bobbed her head up and down on him.

"Fuck! You really never done this before? God damn!"

Bolstered by his compliments, Beth twisted her head a little while she went up and down on him. She pressed her tongue against him, making him glide between it and the roof of her mouth. He moaned nonstop as she kept it up

"Oh— oh yeah. Keep doing that! Oh shit. Baby— oh yeah, I'm—"

Beth had to fight to keep from smiling and losing her seal as Colin lost control of himself. Was she really that good? He felt harder than ever and his hips were jerking beneath her, trying to force more into her mouth. It was almost fun. He didn't even taste funny anym–

She froze as an explosion of hot fluid hit the roof of her mouth. What was happening? Was he— what should she do? He kept jerking and quivering, launching burst after burst. She felt like her brain short-circuited, she couldn't think or act or do anything. The mental paralysis only lasted a few seconds, until the salty taste and seminal odor broke through her senses.

Beth jerked her head up and off of him. A final blast hit her chin and dripped back down into his lap. She stayed there, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now. She'd watched porn, but she wasn't a porn star. What did he want her to do? What did she want to do?

"That was fucking amazing," he sighed. "C'mere."

Beth lifted her head and looked at him. "What?"

"Kiss me," he said.

"Kiss you?" she echoed.

He chuckled. "It's cool, it's called snowballing."

"What?"

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her to him. She didn't resist when his lips met her spunk covered ones and his tongue pushed into her mouth. She kissed him back, her mind overloaded and confused.

Colin broke the kiss and grinned at her. "See, I'm not one of those dicks that's afraid to kiss you after. I think that's hot as hell. Just, um, don't tell anybody, okay?"

"Why?"

He chuckled and she could see some color fill his cheeks in the dashboard light. "You know, people are stupid and shallow. They might think it's gay or something."

Beth shook her head and fought the urge to say she thought it might be too. She offered him a smile. "It's cool," she said. It wasn't a lie, she wasn’t sure what she thought about it. "I mean, you were right, seeing those girls dancing made me wet. So whatever, you know?"

"Cool," Colin said as he sagged into his seat. "Except, you know, I don't like guys."

Beth nodded. "No, I get it. I guess. It's cool."

"Yeah, cool," he agreed. He glanced around and then looked down at the mess in his lap. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them. "So, uh, awesome birthday, right? Do you want me to, like, finger you or something?"

"I'm good," Beth lied. She wasn't feeling turned on, but she was definitely not good. She didn't know what she was.

"Okay, um, I guess I'll head in and call it a night then?"

She nodded. Colin leaned over for another kiss and then opened his door and got out of her car. He waved and jogged across the icy January driveway. Beth watched him go and then put her car in reverse. She backed out and hoped her car could find the way home. Her brain was fried, she couldn't focus on anything. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there.

Beth wanted nothing more than to get to her dorm room, take a long shower, and then hide in her bed. It was Friday, her suitemates were either out partying or maybe they'd crashed already. She'd put her headphones on and they'd leave her alone. That was what she really needed. Beyond that she was so confused she didn't even know where to begin.

Chapter 3

"Hey, girl!" Carla, Beth's suitemate, said as soon as she walked in. "How was the big date?"

Beth offered Carla and Vanessa a smile and a quick wave. "Uh, good, I guess. I'm tired though," she mumbled before darting into the bedroom she shared with Carla.

Beth was gathering a towel and some sweats to change into when Carla filled the door. "Beth? Turn around."

Beth clutched her clothes to her chest and turned. "I'm really tired, Carla, I'm—"

"What is this?" Carla interrupted. The dark haired Latina reached out and dragged her finger across Beth's chin before she could react. She pulled it back and looked at the suspicious dried crust before sniffing it. "You got lucky!"

"Oh my god!" Beth cried. "I did not!."

Carla put her hands on her hips. "Girl, you've got dried cum on your face. If that's not getting lucky, what is?"

"I didn't! I mean, um, I— uh, I didn't have sex."

Carla nodded. "Blow job?"

Beth groaned.

"You did! You sucked him off. Girl, you've got to clean up better. Or swallow. That works for me. Gets rid of it quicker too."

Beth shook her head. "I'm not having this conversation. Excuse me, I really need a shower."

"Hot, or cold?" Carla teased.

Beth rolled her eyes and pushed passed her roommate. Vanessa was caught up in whatever movie they'd been watching but she glanced up and waved again. Beth turned and went to the door.

"Hey, Beth, wait," Carla said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you. You deserve a good time, you know? You've been all about studying and grades so far. It's good to see you letting go."

Beth hesitated and nodded. Was that what it was? Was she finally loosening up? Or was she just making another mistake. She was book smart, her grades proved that, but she didn't seem to know a damn thing about life and relationships. Or about herself and what she really wanted.

"Anyhow, I figured somebody as smart as you would have known enough to have some moist wipes in your car or something. Unless… O-M-G! Are you one of those freaky girls that has a wild hidden side? You like to show off? Walk around in public like that. Maybe do some flashing?"

Beth saw Vanessa turn and stare at them with wide eyes. "What did I miss?" she asked.

"Nothing," Beth fumed. She turned to Carla. "I am not a— a— whatever. This was… just forget about it, okay? I think it was a mistake. I— look, just never mind."

Carla held up her hands. "Woah, I'm just trying to help you out. That's all. Good for you for getting some. Or at least trying to. Better than sitting here and watching a shitty sparkly vampire movie!"

"Hey!" Vanessa protested.

Carla waved her off. Beth shook her head. "It's been a long night, can I go?"

"It's your life, Beth, go ahead," she said. "If you want to talk about it I'm here, okay?"

Beth nodded. "Okay. Thanks." She turned and left, padding down the hall in her slippers to the communal showers. They weren't empty, but empty enough she only heard one other girl in a shower stall while she ducked into hers.

She cranked the hot water up and stripped off her clothes. She stared at the discarded clothing on the shelf and wanted to laugh. All the careful time she'd spent picking out clothes that would make her look good and interesting, but not look slutty. It had worked, she thought, but she'd still ended up being just another notch in Colin's headboard.

She groaned and stepped under the water. It blasted her with a thousand needles. They stabbed through her hair and into her scalp before feeling like countless tiny crabs were crawling over her shoulders and back and peeling the skin away from her muscles. Beth gasped and leapt away from the water. Her wet feet slipped on the tile floor and she fell, landing on her butt and elbow with a wet slap.

"Hello?" the other girl in the shower called out. "Is someone there?"

Beth forced herself to breathe through clenched teeth. "Yeah, sorry, I slipped."

"Oh. Oh! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Beth said after deciding nothing was broken. "Guess that's a good thing about having a fat ass."

The other girl laughed. "Okay. Um, good."

Beth grunted and climbed back to her feet. She worked her arm a few times, wincing at what was going to be a very sore bruise. Her right cheek wasn't as sore as she thought, but it was a little numb when she poked it. She turned back to the shower and stuck her hand out. It felt warm. Very warm, like she expected. When she'd stepped in it had been cold. No, not cold, colder than cold. Like ice crystals trying to blast her skin off.

She shook her head and stepped in again. This time the water felt right. She waited a few seconds and then let out her breath in a tension filled sigh. Her muscles began to relax as the heat slowly soaked into her muscles.

Beth let her mind go and basked in the warmth. After a few minutes of forcing her mind to stay blank thoughts of the night began to trickle back in. She'd overcome her fear of being intimate with a man, sort of. In a sense she'd been used, but maybe she'd used him too? The evening started out that way. She'd been talking to Colin for a few weeks. They met in a chemistry class when he started asking her to help him out. He was a smart guy, but chemistry wasn't his field.

She'd done a few coffee dates with him and they'd hit it off as friends. Or at least she thought they were friends, she hadn't thought about there being more to it. She'd been too caught up in thinking about the club and wondering what the place was like. Everything came together perfect when Colin mentioned his birthday. She could treat him to it and she'd be safe if anybody wondered. Her secret fixation would be just that, her secret.

Beth groaned. He'd called her his girlfriend and she'd even let the thought of him being a boyfriend into her head. She didn't know anything about having a boyfriend though. She was having a hard enough time knowing what it meant to have a normal friend. She thought she had some of them, but the joke was on her when her friend got a boyfriend. Beth had been left on her own then. Abandoned. All those nights spent sharing secrets and fears meant nothing.

Beth hadn't learned though. She still wanted to help. She'd tried and tricked the monster into thinking she could help him. She drew some of his blood before she screwed up and mentioned Crystal. He freaked out on her and attacked her. Raped her. Over and over again.

Beth shivered and turned the heat up on the shower. Thinking of that still made her stomach twist and her chest tighten. He wasn't even a real man at that point, he was changing into some kind of primal beast that only existed to hunt, kill, and breed. He'd picked her for the breeding, but since he hadn't changed all the way she'd been okay. He hadn't bit her either.

Beth shook her head. "Enough!" she chastised herself in a harsh whisper. "It's over. He's gone."

She took a deep breath and let it out, releasing the tightening knots in her neck. She still had the vial of blood that she taken from him. She'd tucked it in her purse before he went crazy on her. Over a year later she still had it. She hadn't looked at it in a while, but it had never dried. Something in it kept it alive.

She'd thought maybe if she injected herself she could end up like Crystal. Crystal had been infected too, but then she'd met her pack and gotten infected by them too. Beth wasn't sure exactly how it worked out for her. By all accounts she'd gotten lucky and needed the help of not only her werewolf friends but a witch too.

None of that mattered anymore. By the time she'd gotten out of the hospital and was allowed to be by herself again she'd realized what really happened. Crystal was a great woman. Or werewolf. Or whatever she was. It wasn't her fault that they drifted apart. She had her own life to live. Beth's life was her own fault. She wanted to matter to someone more than she mattered to herself. The syringe stayed locked away. She didn't know what to do with it though, if she threw it away what if someone else found it and used it?

She shook her head and reached back to turn the water up hotter. That was old news. She always got caught up in her mistakes when she made a new one. But had she made a new one? Was her night a total waste? Colin had been pushy, but he hadn't forced her into anything, had he? She'd gone along with it and hadn't protested. Maybe his pushiness helped her get over her hang ups?

She sighed and tried to crank the temperature up again. The handle was all the way over. Was she running out of hot water? She frowned and reached for the shampoo, if the temperature was going to drop she needed to hurry.

Beth worked the shampoo through her hair and switched to conditioner. Her thoughts strayed to the club again when she grabbed her loofah and worked her bottle of soap into it. She scrubbed her skin and remembered how slippery and hot she'd felt watching the dancers. They were nothing compared to Penny though. The waitress had captivated her whenever she was nearby. Her scent and poise. The confident way she moved and talked. Everything about her. And her horns, they couldn't be real, like she'd teased— could they?

Beth knew about werewolves and witches and other savage creatures that couldn't possibly exist. Maybe Penny was something else she hadn't seen or heard of yet.

Beth finished rinsing off and turned off the water. Her body was clean but her mind was still cluttered and confused. She sighed after toweling off and slipped her sweats on. It had been a long day. Sleep sounded good. If it would come to her, she was feeling more and more awake with each passing minute.