“I can’t believe we’re actually going to do this.”
Liz closed the bedroom door behind them and locked the door, just in case. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“Liar.”
He sat down on the end of the bed and looked at the floor. He felt a little uncomfortable catching her eyes right now. “Are you sure no one will come home?”
“Practically certain,” she walked towards him, pulling off her cardigan as she went. “How do you want to do this?” she asked.
He was finding it difficult to breath. “What do you mean, exactly?”
“What position?” she smiled. “You want to be on top, or shall I? Backwards or frontward, sideward…or…sitting? There’s more. I could—”
“Geez Liz, stop it.” He shuddered. Was it too late to back out of this?
Yes, he decided it was.
“How about the good-old fashioned way? Me on top,” he cleared his throat. “We’re both beginners remember?”
“Yeah, we could always try the other ways later.”
His eyes bulged. “Later?”
“Yeah, for practice. Should I get naked or should I be partially dressed? Which would you prefer?”
If this was really going to happen, he wanted to remember every detail. Right now she was wearing a pink summer dress and white sneakers. Around her neck were some white beads…her hair was in a high pony tale. On her lips there was some sort of shiny lip gloss and earlier when she’d applied it in the car it had smelt like cherry.
“If I have to be naked, you have to be naked,” he finally answered.
“Okay then.”
She was wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. Her breasts were small, as were her hips.
“Why are you so comfortable with this?” he asked, his breath suddenly coming more quickly.
“Because it’s you,” she replied with a smile. “I’d be nervous if it was someone else.”
That comment gave him a bit more confidence as he tore off his t-shirt and jeans. Soon they were both naked, standing in front of each other.
“Getting quite muscley aren’t we?” Liz said. “Have you been working out?”
“Maybe.” Max noticed that Liz was very open in examining his genitalia. “What Parker? You never seen a penis before?”
“Not one that small,” she teased.
His mouth opened agape and she laughed hysterically. “Shut up!”
“I’m just kidding! You should see the expression on your face, my goodness!”
“If you’re going to be like that, then I’m going to leave.”
“So sensitive!” she stepped towards him. “No, I was just thinking that I’m glad you can get it up for me.”
His face softened. “Of course I can. You’re really pretty, Parker.”
“You are too,” she smiled.
“Are we supposed to kiss?”
“Do you want to?” she was standing very close to him now. The tips of her hard nipples were practically touching his chest. Her skin was quite white, everywhere but her neck, arms and legs. He noticed that she kept her watch and socks on. Her stomach was flat, possibly her best feature, and her thighs were very skinny—too skinny in his opinion.
“I want to if you want to,” he replied. “Are you going to leave those on?” he motioned to her socks.
“My toes are cold,” she said simply. “And yes, I want to.”
“Kiss?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh…o-okay,” he leaned forward and pecked her lips softly. She was the one who deepened it, slipping her tongue inside his mouth and touching his.
A whimper escaped Liz’s mouth. She should have frozen in place or done the complete opposite—run for it, but her only thought was getting to Max. She dove onto the kitchen floor. “Max?” she cried.
She wanted to roll him over but the bullet wound was in his upper shoulder and she didn’t know whether or not it would make things worse. It wasn’t until she felt moisture on her knee’s that she realized she was sitting in a pile of his thick, dark blood.
“Max…” she reached over to the oven and tugged down a tea towel. She was just pressing it to his would when she felt the hot steel tip of a gun barrel pressed up against the back of her head. “Liz, get up,” the person said.
“How could you do this?” she asked, looking at her with horror. Her heart missed a beat. “He’s going to die. Please, let me call an ambulance.”
The person simply cocked the gun.
Slowly she rose onto her feet. “You killed all the others too didn’t you?”
She didn’t answer.
“How dare you, you’re supposed to be my friend. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
She looked directly into Liz’s face and with much feeling, said, “I just wanted you to love me.”
“I could never love you,” Liz said, “How could anyone love a cold-hearted murder?”
There was flash of pain in her eyes and then she clenched her jaw, hiding what she was really feeling. “You’d rather love a piece of shit like him?” she kicked Max’s thigh with harsh force. He came back into consciousness and groaned in pain. “He couldn’t love you like me.”
“Liz…?” Max groaned, trying to get up.
“Max…” Liz whimpered, “Don’t move, sweetie. You’ll be fine. Don’t move.”
“ARGH!” she cocked her gun and shot him again in his back. Liz screamed and jumped on her, pinning her to ground. She wanted to kill her with her bare hands; she couldn’t believe the hatred that surged through her veins.
“I hope you rot in hell,” Liz roared. “You fucking bitch!”
The murderer managed to wrestle Liz off of her and struggled to her feet. Liz remained on the ground, tears rolling down her face as she stared up into Constance’s face.
“Move and I’ll kill you,” she said.
Liz saw that her clothes were stained with Max’s blood. The hurt evident in her voice, she asked, “You’ve taken everyone I’ve ever cared about away from me, what do I have left to live for?”
“Me,” she begged, “Live for me, as I live for you. Please…”
“I’d rather die.”
Sitting on top of the stereo was Max’s cellphone and it startled them both when it begun ringing loudly. Liz lurched for it, just managing to scream a painful, “HELP ME!” town the line before a bullet spun past her cheek and sent bits of the phone ricocheting into the air.
She fell back in alarm, once again looking up at her opponent from the floor.
“Let’s lie down.”
Liz nodded. “Okay. Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.”
Liz propped herself up against the pillows on the bed and waited anxiously for him to join her. She wasn’t nearly as confident right now as she was making him believe. This also meant a lot more to her than he thought. She’d wanted this for a long time.
He positioned himself in-between her thighs and she shivered in pleasure. His skin felt so warm against hers.
“Are you cold? You have goose bumps.”
“I’m not cold at all,” she answered.
He smiled shyly and ran a hand gently up her thigh. “Are you wet?”
She bit her lip, pondering how to answer. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
With his arousal pressed up against her leg, Max inserted a finger within Liz’s most unexplored place and let the sweet wetness cover his skin in a slight film.
“I see that you’re really turned on right nowt…” he looked at her sheepishly.
She chuckled. “Funny that.”
“I want to do it now.”
“Then do it.”
“Alright, I will then.”
“Good. Hurry up.”
“Don’t pressure me, I’ve never done this before!” he quickly dug into his pocket and produced a small blue foil package. Liz watched avidly as he opened it and slipped it down his length with ease.
“Why do you know how to do that so well?” she asked teasingly.
“It’s not rocket science Liz.”
“Well some people probably find it very difficult, you know in the heat of the moment and all that.”
“Are you saying that this moment isn’t heated enough for you?”
Liz lifted one of her legs so it was bent in the air. “I didn’t expect it to be heated Max.”
“Way to boost my ego.”
“I expected it to be slow and sweet,” she offered. “Not hot and fast.”
“Oh.”
“Do it.”
Max positioned himself at her entrance and careful not to hurt her too much slid inside her warmth. When he was as far as he could go, she shifted to get comfortable and lifted one arm around his neck.
He took a moment and to his surprise, Liz leaned up and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “I’m glad I’m doing this with you,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he replied.
Despite her mild discomfort, Liz managed to enjoy the feeling of Max inside her. She liked that he made her feel full and tingly. She also found pleasure in how much he appeared to enjoy himself.
Afterwards they lay on their backs staring up at the ceiling. “Well…what do you think?” he finally asked.
“I think it’ll be better the second time.”
Max should have been insulted but instead he was preoccupied by the fact she wanted there to be a second time. “You wanna do it again?”
“Yeah,” she rolled her head to the side so she could look at him, “For practice.”
“O—okay.” He paused, thinking for a long moment. “Like right now?”
She titled her head to the side. “Ah…maybe in a little while. Can I touch you?”
“Huh?”
“I’ve never touched a guy before,” she admitted. “So can I?”
“Ah…I suppose.”
She was just wrapping her fingers around him when they heard the front door slam and voices of his parents drift upstairs.
“Oh man,” Max moaned.
“Maybe we’ll finish this another time?”
She got up and tugged on her clothes quickly. He followed, though more reluctantly. “Stupid parents.”
Liz didn’t know what to do. It was kind of funny the things that pass through your mind when confronted with your death. She knew she didn't have much time. Looking at her husband dying on the cold kitchen floor, she made up her mind. With a quick burst of energy she lunged at her attacker.
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There you go guys, sorry for keeping you waiting!!!!! Thanks so much for being patient!
