Spectacular Stranger

Chapter One

Kelly looked at the creamy
wedding gown, which lay crumpled up, lying on the living room floor where she
had stripped it off. It looked forlorn and rejected, just like she felt inside.
The lace and silk felt rough and spoiled against her fingers and she longed to
tear up the garment, to get rid of it forever, as though the very presence of
it was poisoning her house, her life.

Jake’s betrayal was still
fresh - it cut through her heart like a knife and she almost doubled over with
the remembered pain slashing inside her chest, but instead she straightened her
shoulders, flicked her dramatic red hair over her shoulder and determinedly
walked towards her wedding dress, looking down on what remained of her big day.

She pictured herself in it,
laughing and giddily happy waiting for him to arrive at the church, and she
felt like a fool. Maybe she had deserved this; if she was honest with herself,
she knew she had forced him into marrying her, but surely that had been for his
own good – for the good of both of them, right?

Kelly had met Jake in high
school and they had been inseparable ever since. They had done all the
traditional things – the graduation photos, the vacation together and
even losing their respective virginities to one another.

As time went on, and they
got older, Kelly began to wonder if and when she was to move in with Jake, to
share his life and become his wife, maybe even become the mother of his
children. But time marched on and at
twenty eight
years old, Kelly had finally realized that he had no intentions of proposing to
her - not in the near future, and maybe not at all. So she had done what she
had thought was the perfect solution. She gave Jake an ultimatum; either marry
her or let her go.

His answer had come
instantly, desperately: he wanted to marry her. He had taken hold of her hands
and looked into her eyes as he said so. And like a chump, she had believed him.
But, now as she thought over it, she knew he had just done what was right after
10 long years in a relationship with her. It was a pity he had failed to show
up at their wedding and sent her a text instead. She remembered the words
perfectly; they were etched into her brain, as they were permanently saved into
her phone. She daren’t erase the message, as if saving it would somehow make it
all better again.

I’m sorry Kelly
,
I can’t
marry you
. You deserve better than a man who can’t stop thinking if this
is the right thing to do.

Kelly grit her teeth,
strode towards the dress and picked it up roughly, glaring at it as though it
was a bad man; keeping it away from her as if it was something dirty and
filthy. Striding into her back yard, she shoved the dress into the abandoned
stainless steel bathtub her father had intended to grow flowers in, once upon a
time. Kelly looked at the dress,
laying
so stupidly in
the grey bathtub, looking like the epitome of bad taste.

She screwed up her face
into a dignified expression of disgust. Humiliation washed over
her
as she hoped no one was looking out of their windows to
see her final embarrassment. How foolish she must have seemed to all of those
guests. How pathetic, to be standing there in white lace and silk, with no
groom to marry. Those whispers had carried
thtough
the church, those ‘poor thing’s and those ‘such a waste’s. She loathed every
single one of them, and wanted the whole day to be erased from time.

The red-haired young woman
strode into the dingy, ill-lit kitchen and grabbed the dented tin of lighter
fluid, used only for barbecues, from the cupboard under the sink, along with a box
of matches. Marching, almost running back to the bathtub in the garden, she
sprayed the lighter fluid all over the repelling dress, and without a second
thought, threw a lighted match stick onto it. $2500 of lace ignited and she
crumpled into a heap on the ground, inconsolable as she cried her eyes out.
Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed aloud like a child. As the dress
quickly burned into nothing, she gained control and got up to watch it. The
flames did not leap high – there wasn’t enough fabric for that, instead
it curled and burned slowly like a body on a funeral pyre. It was fitting. It
was the death of her dreams, after all.

As the dress became nothing
more than a heap of smoldering ash, Kelly felt she felt lighter, refreshed. She
took herself back indoors and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on
her face, looking at her youthful complexion, honed with those facials and
exercise in the lead-up to her wedding. She knew what she wanted, and it didn’t
lie in the cold emptiness of her house. The young woman nodded at herself and
went into her bedroom.

The phone on her nightstand
flashed as it rang silently. Kelly had disabled the ringer since the calls
started coming in, but even silently, it was still ringing, it just
wouldn’t’t
stop. Her family just could not see why she
wanted to be alone and they kept on calling to try and console her. She was
done talking to them. She had heard enough after the wedding that never was.
She wanted something else, something new.

She put on a new black
dress from her
cupboard which
was meant for her
honeymoon and applied makeup diligently to her face. Tying her hair up, she
left the house, her heels clicking against the wood floor.

Chapter Two

She took a taxi into town
and allowed her frantic mind to go blank for the journey. She needed the
silence, the peace,
the
calm before the storm. She
paid the driver
and ,arched
towards her old haunt
–
Santiago’s –
once
the hottest club in town, but now reduced to a second rate venue full of
students and older women. But right now, she needed a place of memories –
where she danced before all of this happened.

The club was half empty but
she didn’t care, all she wanted was to drink and dance and moment after
entering the club, she was getting both in unlimited amounts. She had always
been pretty good at holding her liqueur and she now made the most of that
ability. She turned around to watch the few dancers there were, and a tall man
in a white crisp shirt and black pants caught her eye. Instantly, she felt
drawn; she knew that was the answer to that nagging feeling. That was truly
what she wanted to do. She wanted to be fucked senseless, by a stranger, by
this stranger, by anyone who would give her pleasure.

Jake had been the only man
who ever touched her. She had always bragged that she had only ever known her
boyfriend, her fiancé, her husband-to-be, but what a waste of her youth that
had been. And she no longer wanted Jake to be that special man – the only
one to have penetrated her. She wanted to let loose and lose her mind to new
pleasures.

A stranger was perfect, it
added to the thrill. She could imagine herself naked under his body, his
unknown physical attributes thrilling her senses as she explored his assets.
She walked straight to him; he wasn’t dancing, but was just standing on the
sidelines watching with a glass of something that looked like fruit juice in
his hand.

“Hello”, she said in the
sexiest voice she could summon and he turned around in surprise. A smile
flashed across his face, adding to his allure. He was pretty damn good looking;
his eyes a piercing grey, his teeth perfect and even.

“Hey”, he replied,
extending his hand, “I’m Scott”.

“Kelly”, she said, shaking
his hand. “Are you married Scott?” she asked boldly, the alcohol was getting to
her more than she thought, but she had to know. She had had one marriage
wrecked that
week,
she wasn’t going to add another to
her list.

He chuckled at the sudden
bold question, “No, I’m not married”.

“Girlfriend?” she asked and
the man’s eyebrows shot up, and he grinned.

“Girlfriend, well kind of,”
he downed his drink and looked the woman up and down
appreciatingly
to make his point. Kelly’s skin crawled a little, but right now, a handsome
stranger was her best shot at an orgasm that night.

Kelly pursed her lips,
digesting and considering the information and planning in her head if her place
would be a good idea. Her mom might show up there, she knew, but she could just
disconnect the doorbell. She didn’t fancy around the back alley of the club,
and the restrooms just seemed too gross to even consider. Still, there was
something delicious about fucking a stranger in the bed she had once been
fucked in by her fiancé.

“Would you like to see my
apartment, Scott? It’s pretty close,” she coiled a spring of her red hair
around a finger.

He looked at her face
closely, trying to assess her, as if checking she was really a woman and not a
man in drag. After a lengthy pause, in which Kelly began to feel uncomfortable,
he nodded and agreed that he was up for it.

“After you”, he said,
smiling and moving aside to let her walk towards the exit of the club.

Kelly relaxed visibly; she
was excited, thrilled. She did not know him at all, but instead of scaring her,
it just made her more excited, drove up her arousal and made her wish that she
didn’t find the idea of fucking behind a club quite so repellant. Right now,
she would have taken it anywhere.

She sobered up in the taxi
and had a good look at Scott. He looked as though he was in his early thirties,
was attractive enough and seemed to be
well-built
under his shirt. She wondered if he was a commitment-phobic man as well. Maybe
that was better for a one-time fuck. She reached for his thigh with her hand
and ran her hand down it, making his leg tense with the feeling.

He glanced at her, looking
over her face and body approvingly. Kelly felt vindicated – how long
since someone had looked at her like that – with pure lust and arousal
rather than pity or mild affection? The drive to her apartment couldn’t end
quickly enough, and she felt the beginnings of Scott’s erection begin to tent
his trousers.

She smiled to herself. Did
she still have the kind of power?

She hoped so, and as the
cab drew up outside her apartment building, she braced herself for the night
she had only read about in books – the night where the handsome stranger
gives you everything you want, and everything your body needs to be satisfied.

Chapter Three

The door of the apartment
closed behind them and he took her hand, pulling her gently towards him.

His mouth swooped down,
taking her lips inside. Kelly felt as though she had exploded; her body was a
mass of warm, tingling sensations and arousal. Her sex pulsed and moistened
with vigor and her skin tingled wherever his hands roamed over her. She wanted
to press herself against this stranger completely, to feel his on top of her,
beneath her and all over her body.

Scott’s mouth slanted
fiercely over hers, and she slid her tongue into his mouth, groaning against
him as his hands grabbed her breasts roughly and squished them in his palms
over her dress. He moved one hand down towards her buttocks and held onto one
ass cheek, his nails digging into her soft flesh.