First Kiss Page 2

  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 h
er 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.

  Chapter 4

  "Beth? Hey, Beth!"

  Beth jerked in her seat and turned to the girl that had spoken to her. She stared at her black leggings right in front of her and realized she was standing. Everyone was standing. And moving. Class was over, but she'd been somewhere else.

  Beth shook her head and started to look up. She should stand, she knew it, but her eyes followed the thin material stretched over Maria's legs up. Her sweater dropped over her waist and hips but from Beth's angle she could see the subtle cleft at her crotch. Shouldn't her underwear hide the cameltoe, or maybe she wasn't wearing any underwear?

  "Beth, class is over. What's wrong with you?" Maria asked.

  Beth jerked her attention up to Maria's face and scrambled to grab her notebook and shove it into her bag. "Sorry, spaced out. Had a rough weekend."

  Maria grinned. "Hope it was worth it."

  Beth flashed a quick smile back but didn't say anything. She stood up and walked down the aisle of seats in the lecture hall and melted into the crowd of students heading out. She pushed outside and gasped as the sunlight drove a wedge into her skull worthy of splitting logs. She stumbled and turned her back to the late morning sun so she could fumble through her bag for her sunglasses.

  "Jesus, Beth, aren't you cold?" Maria asked as she had to step around her.

  "Cold?" Beth mumbled. She found her sunglasses and cried out. "Ah ha!"

  "You left your jacket in your seat," Maria said. "You really are out of it! He must have been great in bed!"

  Beth laughed. "I wish," she said and then groaned. Had she really said that? She hadn't done anything like that. Well, sort of like that, but not— she shook her head. It was cold out. January in Ann Arbor was a miserable time to be in Michigan. Especially for a southern girl like her. Sunglasses in place, she hugged her arms to her chest and rushed back in to get her jacket.

  Beth clenched her teeth and dropped her gaze to the ground when she walked outside the second time. Was the sun always this bright? Especially in the winter hell that Michigan was? She followed the sidewalk and kept her eyes down as much as possible. She was having a hard time adjusting. Probably because she'd tossed and turned the last few nights. Ever since Friday night.

  She kept having dreams about what she'd done with Colin. Most of the time they started out normal enough. Most. The first night her dreams had Colin growing fur and turning into a wolf whi
le she went down on him. She'd woken up gasping for breath and sweating so much she had to throw her sheets off. Sleep had been fitful at best after that.

  Saturday was worse, in her dream he'd been going down on her and a pinch made her open her eyes and look. There he was, covered in fur and grinning with sharp teeth. Blood dripped from his canines. He'd bit her! She gasped and was about to scream when her car shook. She looked up as the door was ripped off and there was the waitress, Penny. She looked the same, with her sexy lingerie and boots and horns. And a car door skidding across the ground behind her. Penny opened her mouth, teeth extending into fangs before she reached for her.

  Carla woke her up, shaking her. Beth had been making noise in that nightmare and it freaked her roommate out. That made for a long and restless night too. Sunday night was better only because she would jerk herself awake every time she was about to fall asleep. She was afraid of what terrors awaited. What Colin or Penny might do to her in her dreams.

  Colin wasn't a werewolf though. She knew that. There was something special about them. Something she couldn't put her finger on, but she could tell. They moved different and had a confidence that wasn't normal. Even Crystal started acting that way before Beth knew she had to get away from her.

  Beth's feet took her where her mind couldn't. She walked through the automatic doors of the stadium and headed for the women's locker room. Once she was out of the sun she breathed a sigh of relief. The nagging pain in her head melted away. She lifted her head and blinked the blurriness out of her eyes. Now all she needed was to get her jacket off and cool down.

  She found a locker and dropped her bag on the bench so she could strip her jacket off. She sighed as the clammy air from the showers mixed with her sweat and cooled her skin. She stripped without bothering to look around, pulling her sweater and jeans off and hanging them from hooks in the locker.

  She bit her lip. She needed to change into her running clothes before anybody got a good look at her, but it felt so good to let her skin air out. She hadn't noticed it at the time, but she'd been burning up. Her headache confused her, or maybe it caused the headache? Was she getting sick, or was this just because she hadn't slept worth a damn.