First Kiss

  First Kiss

  Blood Kissed – Part One

  Published by Novel Concept Publishing LLC

  By Dawn Michelle

  ©2014

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  First Kiss (book 1)

  Forever Kiss (book 2)

  Chapter 1

  "Baby, I can't believe you brought me here! This is the best birthday, ever!"

  Beth smiled as Colin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard enough to crush her lips against her teeth. He pulled back and left her a little shocked as he turned back to the plain looking entrance to Paradise Lost. She'd heard what was inside was unbelievable, but they had to maintain respectable signage for the revitalized downtown Detroit area.

  "Come on," he said and grabbed her hand to tug her to the door. A large black man held up a hand to stop them at the door.

  "You look kind of young," the bouncer said.

  Colin grinned and pulled out his wallet. "It's my birthday. Best girlfriend, ever, brought me here for it!"

  The door man took Colin's ID and studied it. "Twenty one today. Congrats. Most guys get a ticket to a Redwings or a Lions game from their girls."

  "I'm not that kind of girl," Beth offered.

  The bouncer grinned at her. "Sounds like you're a keeper."

  "Besides, I wrestle at U of M, we see all the college games there."

  "Go blue!" The bouncer announced as he handed Colin's ID back to him. "Tell ya what, no cover for your birthday. Have fun."

  Colin grinned and rushed through the door the bouncer opened into the club. Beth offered the bouncer a bashful smile and followed after Colin before the bouncer checked her ID and realized she wasn't old enough yet. He'd called her his girlfriend, but was she? Was she anyone's girlfriend? She'd thought she might be, once, but that was a year ago when she was finishing high school. Things had been different then. A lot different.

  For one thing, the person she thought she was in love with was a girl. Her best friend, Crystal. Then weird shit had happened to her. So weird she still wasn't sure she believed everything she'd seen.

  Beth shook her head and followed Colin through the entryway into the main part of the club. It wasn't really a club, although there were a few large screen TVs up for big games. Mostly the TVs were showing the acts on the three stages. Beth turned, her lips parting in shock at the beautiful women with their impossibly long legs dancing on the stages.

  "There's a table," Colin said. "Kind of small though. It's that or up at the main stage."

  Beth snapped her gaping jaw shut and mumbled. "Table's fine."

  "What?"

  Beth winced. The throbbing music, a recent grunge rock piece she'd never listen to the same again, drowned her out. "I said, the table's fine," she tried in a louder voice.

  He nodded and led the way through the tables filled almost exclusively with men. Beth followed, sucking in her stomach and wishing she hadn't given up on herself last year. The only man that wanted her wasn't even a man anymore. She'd tried to hide by eating. It was for comfort and security. Besides, if she looked gross enough nobody would want her.

  Therapy and repeated attempts by her friends finally broke through her shell. Or at least it drove her to apply to a college a long ways away from home. The University of Michigan was the first to accept her application and Michigan seemed far enough away.

  She was down thirty pounds and working hard to drop another twenty. Colin said she looked good, but she wouldn't leave the lights on when they fooled around. That and she wouldn't go all the way either. Not yet. Maybe not ever, at least with him.

  "Hey guys, welcome to Paradise Lost!" a waitress said as she stopped by their table. She glanced at Colin and then turned to Beth and did a double take. Her eyes lingered, glancing up and down before her smile freshened. "What can I get you?"

  "Miller Light," Colin said.

  "Just, um, water," Beth stammered. "I'm driving."

  "One drink won't hurt you," the waitress said. "I'm sure we can keep you busy long enough."

  Beth blushed and looked down. She saw the shine of the overhead lights reflecting off the waitress's shiny legs, and there was a lot of leg. She wore leather boots that rose to mid-calf and ended in stiletto heels. He legs went on forever until they reached the black lingerie that was cut high over her hips. The teddy was thick enough to hide the parts that mattered, but it hugged her curves and left Beth wondering just what was hidden beneath the black lace.

  "Penny," Beth mumbled as she read the waitress's name tag.

  "Yes, sweetie?"

  "Oh!" Beth gulped. Her eyes jerked up to Penny's and she couldn't help but notice the black horns that rose out of her silky black hair. They curved slightly, looking both feminine and demonic. They looked almost real. It made her shiver. "Just reading your name tag, that's all."

  Penny smiled, flashing her white teeth that were made brighter by the black lights in the club. "Remember my name, Beth," she said to her. "If you need anything, you just let me know."

  Beth gasped as Penny turned and walked away. She followed the waitress as she weaved between customers, moving with a grace that seemed liquid.

  "Hey baby, what are you doing?" Colin asked. "The shows up there."

  Beth turned back to Colin. She frowned. "Baby? Don't call me that, you know I don't like it."

  "Really?" he asked. He shook his head. "Whatever. Look, you wanted to come here. The waitress is cute, but kind of skinny."

  "I didn't—" Beth started to say but stopped herself. She was lying. She did want to. She'd heard about the place and couldn't stop thinking about it. She didn't dare go by herself though. What kind of a sick pervert goes to a gentlemen's club by themselves? Especially a girl!

  "Come on, you told me you like to look. Check her out!"

  Beth found her eyes drawn to the woman on the stage. She was a young black woman with smooth mocha skin. The dancer was down to her heels, bra, and panties. No, she wasn't wearing panties, she was wearing a strap connected by strings. Even Colin noticed.

  "Holy shit, Beth! Did you see her butthole behind that thong when she was twerking?"

  Beth forced a smile on her face and nodded. She hadn't, but she hadn't been staring at her ass.

  "Ghetto booty going strong," he said with a laugh. "Man, this is too cool! Do you think we can find somebody to take with us?"

  Beth sat paralyzed for a moment and then turned to stare at him. "What?"

  "Oh come on, I know you're curious. You've told me as much. Don’t you want to try and find out what it's like?"

  Beth shuddered and was about to respond when she felt someone b
eside her. She turned and saw Penny walking towards them with a round tray and two drinks on it. The thing was Penny was like twenty feet away, not right next to her like Beth had thought.

  "Sorry about the wait," the waitress said as she placed their drinks on the table.

  "I didn't order this," Beth mumbled. A small cocktail glass filled with a red drink was placed in front of her.

  "My treat," Penny said. "If you don't like it, don't worry about it."

  "What if she does?" Colin asked with a leer.

  "Then she can have as many as she wants," Penny answered him while her eyes never left Beth's. "If you can't drive home, I'll take care of you."

  "Woah," Colin breathed. He laughed and slapped the table. "Drink up, Beth!"

  Hearing her name snapped Beth out of her stupor. Penny had called her Beth earlier but she hadn't shared her name. How had she known?

  "Try it," Penny urged.

  Beth frowned. What had she been thinking about? She reached out and picked up the drink and pressed her lips tight around the straws. She sucked and felt the spicy drink fill her mouth. It tingled her lips and tongue, but not because of carbonation. It had a metallic taste that was hidden behind some sweetness. She sucked again and then heard the air slurping through the straw.

  "Wow! That good?" Colin asked.

  Beth blinked and stared at the ice in the empty glass. She felt lightheaded, but not exactly drunk.

  "I'm glad you liked it," Penny said.

  Beth licked her lips and glanced up at her. Her eyes flicked to Penny's horns. "Horns."

  "Are you horny?" Colin joked.

  Penny ignored the wrestler and asked, "What about them?"

  Beth glanced around and saw the other waitresses wore the same outfits, though some wore red lingerie and fishnet stockings. The cut and style was the same, save all of them had horns that had a red glow from an LED light hidden inside of them. She looked up at Penny again and said, "Your horns are black. Why?"

  Penny leaned down doing nothing to hide the cleavage that threatened to spill out of her top. Colin choked on his beer but Beth was caught up in the exotic perfume the waitress wore. Penny put her mouth next to Beth's ear and let her cool breath carry her words, "They're real."

  Beth gasped and Penny straightened. She winked at her and then turned to the open mouthed Colin. She flashed him a smile and asked them, "Anything else you two need? Should I bring you another, sweetie?"

  Beth's mouth was dry. She wanted another, but she had no idea what it was. Besides that, if Penny hadn't been fucking with her that meant she was something else. Something special. Something amazing and terrifying. Crystal didn't have horns. None of her pack did. Stephanie, their other friend, was learning how to be a witch and she didn't have anything like that either.

  She shook her head. "I, um, no thanks. Just water."

  "It won't quench your thirst," Penny promised. She smiled and turned away. "I'll fetch you another beer too."

  "Uh, thanks," Colin mumbled. He waited a moment until she'd walked away and then hissed. "Holy fucking shit! She was all over you! You've got to ask her if she wants to come back with us!"

  Beth bit her lip. "No. I'm not— I can't."

  "You're into her, don't deny it. I can see it. I bet your wet."

  "Oh my god! Stop it!" Beth snapped. She shook her head. "This was a bad idea, maybe we should go."

  "What? No! This is awesome," Colin protested. "Okay, it's cool. I won't push you, okay? I want to stay. A little longer, at least."

  Beth bit her lip and nodded. "Okay."

  "If you end up half as worked up as I am, maybe tonight's going to end awesome. What do you think?"

  Beth blinked. Sex. He was talking about sex. He wanted to fuck her. She was wet enough, but it wasn't him. He didn't do it for her. Colin was her attempt to be normal. To try seeing someone, a guy at that, and seeing how it felt. She shrugged, not wanting to make things go from awkward to bad. "Sure, maybe. We'll see."

  "Cool."

  Beth saw a new dancer coming up on stage. "Hey, check her out."

  Colin spun and grinned. "Cool!"

  Beth put on a fake smile to make him feel better. This had been a terrible idea. She'd endured worse though, she only had to deal with it a few more hours and then they'd get out of there and she could start ignoring his calls. She could go to back her normal life. Hiding away and dreaming about better things.

  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 kiss
ed 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?