PS01 - Tall, Dark & Lonely (20 page)

distract him. Fishing. There was nothing sexual about fishing. Hooks, worms, dirt, rocking boat…..rocking…motion…

Madison. God damn it!

Madison’s bathroom door opened. He waited to hear the click of his door come. He listened as she turned on the shower. He

looked at the clock to see that it was two in the morning. She never took showers this late.

A sinking feeling tore at his gut. He hurt her. Somehow he hurt her and she needed hot water to soothe any aches and pains that

he caused. Shit. Thinking back he may have been a little forceful with his hands and mouth. He knew he hadn't cut her with his

fangs, he definitely would have noticed
that
.

He heard movement against his door. “What the…” Why was she stuffing a towel beneath his door? He sat up on the bed and

threw his legs over the side, watching the door intently. She was up to something.

She was breathing hard and muttering something even he couldn’t hear. He walked over to the door and listened closely. Water

was splashing off her skin, okay she was in the shower, nothing nefarious about that. She started mumbling louder.

“Just do it…don’t be such a wimp….okay, no I can do this I can….okay…..” He waited with anticipation. What was she doing

that required a pep talk? He found himself holding his breath. After a long moment she sighed and muttered, “I’m such a

chicken.” He wanted to smile, but he was becoming a little concerned.

“Madison?”

She squeaked. Yeah, she was definitely up to something and she didn’t want him to know about it.

“Be out in a minute.” Her voice was strained.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Er, could I bother you for something?” She sounded more cheerful.

“Of course.”

“Could you run downstairs to the kitchen? I’m really hungry.”

She wanted him to leave. “Sure, what do you want?”

“Um, could you make some toast with butter? And a Coke?” She wanted him gone for a while. She knew he didn’t know how

to use the damn toaster.

“Sure. I’ll go right now.”

******

closed and she heard his footsteps fading.

“Oh thank god,” she mumbled.

It was hard enough doing this. She didn’t need Mr. Supersonic hearing outside the door. She looked at the vibrator in her

hands. It was Candy’s idea of an appropriate Christmas gift for her virginal daughter. Not that Candy knew she was a virgin. If

she did Madison would never hear the end of it.

Candy would push men in her direction. She would have to dive into the street to avoid them. She laughed at the image. No, she

had to focus. She held the thin long white vibrator in her hand. It was hard and looked like it was going to hurt.

Maybe she should select a different one. She only picked this one because it was the thinnest and didn’t really resemble a

penis. She wanted this to be thought of as a purely medical procedure. Her hymen needed to be broken. With that gone she

could lose her virginity to Ephraim.

Breaking her hymen with a plastic vibrator that reminded her of a long finger was not losing her virginity, she told herself. She

was just making it possible for them to make love without him worrying. She looked at the hard tip again.

“Oh, this is going to hurt so much,” she nearly whimpered. The other ones didn’t look like they would do the job. Her mother

bought her an assortment of sex toys for Christmas because of the David situation. Candy didn’t want Madison to rush off to

some “loser” because she was horny, her words. Her exact words. It was a little flattering that Candy thought she was too good

for men like that.

“Just do it,” she said to herself.

She’d never used any of the toys Candy bought her. She just threw them into a shoe box and hid it, too embarrassed to risk

throwing them out. What if her Grandmother saw them, or Joshua found them and took them thinking they were toys? She would

die of humiliation if she found him playing swords with them.

So she kept them and now she was using one of them to break her hymen so she could sleep with her boyfriend, well he wasn’t

exactly her boyfriend, but she wanted to sleep with him, desperately. He talked about his desperate attraction to her blood, but

he didn't understand hers with
him
.

He was like a drug for her. She craved him night and day. So of course she avoided him as long as she could, but now that she

finally had a taste of him she couldn’t hold back. She needed him. If this was the way to do it then she would suck it up and get

it over with.

She took another deep breath, wondering if she was going to suck all the air out of the room while preparing to do this. She

squatted down and placed the tip of the vibrator between her legs. “Just a small pinch,” that’s what she read on the internet.

She jumped on her computer as soon as he left her room, trying to find ways to avoid bleeding. The only thing she found was

breaking the hymen on her own or going to see a doctor to do it. She would only bleed when it broke and that only happened

the first time so here she was crouching down naked in the tub with a scary looking vibrator. Ah, a Hallmark moment.

After making sure that her feet weren’t going to slide sending her flying on her butt she pushed the vibrator in further and

gasped. This wasn’t how it felt when Ephraim did it. It felt good, smooth and wet. This was…this was….none of those things.

She felt dry and it hurt. It felt like she was getting rubbed raw. “Ow..ow…owie..ow…” She pushed a little further and found

resistance. Finally. She looked up, not that she couldn’t hear and feel the water splashing her, but she wanted to make sure it

was running.

As soon as she broke through she was pulling this horrible finger out of her and washing herself. She needed to delude the

blood quickly so the smell wouldn’t carry over to Ephraim. She just hoped the towel that she stuffed under his door helped

where she failed.

“This is it,” she said, trying to sound brave. She ran her tongue over her lip and took several quick breaths. “Just do it.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ephraim’s voice thundered in the small room.

She twisted too quickly to the side to look up at him and slipped, landing on the flat bottom of the vibrator thus forcing it in

completely. Sharp agonizing pain ripped through her. She released a blood curdling scream.

“Oh shit!” Blood streamed from beneath Madison. It took everything Ephraim had to ignore it and his fangs, which were

throbbing at the sight and the smell. Madison was crying and somehow that was enough to keep him focused.

He dropped to his knees and gently pushed her back. Something white, well white with blood was sticking out of her. With two

fingers he gently pulled it out of her. It looked like…well, he wasn’t exactly sure what it looked like. It was a cross between a

nailless finger and a pen cap. This wasn’t a pen, was it? He turned it over in his hands noting that the blood was already gone

thanks to the water.

“What is this?” he asked.

“What do you think it is?” she snapped. It brought him back to her. She was covering her face with both hands and crying.

Thankfully the blood stopped running from between her legs.

It was clear that she broke her hymen. From the looks of it and smell very painfully. She wasn’t aroused. It must have been so

painful for her. This was his fault. He should have known she would do something like this. He plugged the tub and released

the shower switch. A hot bath would help her.

Madison curled up on her side facing away from him and sobbed into her hands. This was his fault. It should have been special

for her and she shouldn’t be crying. He would have made this good for her. He already made sure she came first and she was

wet. He just couldn’t finish. She had to do it for him. He felt like less of a man for that.

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I know it does, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“Should it hurt this much?”

Should he lie? No. “No, baby, it shouldn’t hurt this much. It should have hurt at first and then if you were with the right man the

pain would have gone away leaving you with pleasure. You’d be sore afterwards for a day or two.”

“Oh, you’ve done this before?”

“What? Taken someone’s virginity?”

“Yes?”

“No. My brother was married twice. We talked about it, and of course other guys talk about it. No, I purposely avoided

virgins.”

“Then why does it hurt for me?” she asked through a sob.

He kissed her again. “For one thing you weren’t aroused, for another you shoved this weird plastic thing in you and if you’re

dry that would really hurt. Then of course you practically slammed it into yourself.”

“That’s because you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed her head again.

“D-do I smell different now?”

“Huh?”

“Do I smell like a virgin still?”

He ran his nose over her neck. “Yes, but you smell slightly different. You still smell pure, but in a different way.”

“Oh, so I suppose this didn’t change the way my blood smells for you?”

“No, it didn’t, sweetheart. I still want you.” He saw her shiver. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed before you catch

your death.” He drained the water and picked her up, wrapping her in a towel. She couldn’t uncurl her body it hurt too much.

He laid her on his bed. “Ephraim?”

“Yes?” He crawled in beside her, wearing jeans.

“Can you make this feel better?”

She wanted him to make love to her and make it go away. “No, baby, I’m not touching you tonight. I don’t know what damage

you just did to yourself. So until we do I’m off limits for you.”

“Damn it.” She sounded so disappointed and cute that he buried his face in her hair and held back any sound while his body

shook with silent laughter.

She swatted him on the arm. “I know you’re laughing! You’re so mean! This is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever

happened to me and you’re laughing!”

Chapter 12

“Oh, god this is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me,” Madison grumbled behind the curtain of hair that hid

her face as she leaned forward.

She hoped to come in and sneak out quickly. She waited two days for this appointment, too embarrassed to go the emergency

room. Two days of pain and discomfort. Two days of staying home and lying to everybody about what hurt. Worse, two days of

not being allowed to touch Ephraim.

For the past two days he'd been so attentive. He stopped by the house as often as he could to keep her company or bring her

something. He was so sweet and kind that it was killing her. To start their relationship like this was killing her. Not being

allowed to touch him was torture. True to his word he didn’t try anything. He wanted to, she knew that.

For the past two nights she fell asleep in his arms with the evidence of his arousal pressing into her back or thigh. He never

pushed her or offered anything. The only thing he allowed her was heavy make out sessions. Then he would stop abruptly

before things got out of hand and head to the bathroom for a cold shower. So now she was sore and frustrated beyond belief,

but that still wasn’t the worse part. Not even close. Ephraim’s laughing and joking about it was the worst.

Once he discovered what that nailless finger was and where it came from he couldn’t stop laughing. He wanted to see the box

and wouldn’t stop pestering her until she showed him. Then for the next half hour he made her laugh with his jokes and

observations. He heard of vibrators and sex toys of course, but never saw them first hand.

Every time someone asked how she hurt herself or when Grandma offered to kiss the booboo better, the booboo being an upset

stomach, her cover story, Ephraim would start laughing uncontrollably until she was laughing with him. He felt bad of course,

but he found this whole thing funny until she cried that is. Then he became deadly serious and held her or placed her in a hot

tub, begging her to let him take her to the emergency room. When she refused he doubled his efforts to make sure she was

comfortable.

“So, you’ve actually been in the delivery room?” He held her hand loosely in his while he ran his thumb over her hand, but his

attention was clearly elsewhere.

The older man across the room beamed. “The first time she had to have me dragged into the room.” He chuckled. His very

pregnant wife gave him a playful slap on the arm. “The last two times they couldn’t keep me out of there. It’s so amazing.

You’re going to love it.”

Ephraim seemed relaxed, but his hand told her a different story. It stopped moving. “Are the two of you expecting?” the man’s

wife asked.

“No, not yet,” Ephraim said smoothly. She was the only one that heard the longing in his tone. “So, do they really let you cut the

umbilical cord?”

“Yes, but you have to ask ahead of time or they’ll do it for you.”

“Not to put you on the spot or anything, but do they let you watch the baby be born or do they use curtains?”

They laughed. “It’s fine. They can do either. It’s up to us to tell them how we want the birth to go.”