Vivian and Francine

Vivian opened her eyes, realizing that she was on the ground, she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

“What the hell,”

She was sitting on damp leaves, surrounded by trees. The wind gusted sending a shiver through her. Vivian ran her hands along her bare arms and wondered where her sweater had gotten to.
She stood up and the world spun. Forcing her to take a few steps quickly, she regained her balance, and began to look around.

Something caught her eye, in the distance, as she stumbled towards it she recognized the objects on the ground.

Vivian picked up her phone and her sweater. She pulled her arms through her sweater and buttoned it up.

“Of course no service,”

She found what seemed to be a path and headed out of the wooded area. She emerged from the woods onto a dirt road.

“Thank God,”

She walked along the road as she kept checking her phone for a sign of life. Twilight had begun and the sun was slipping beneath the horizon.

All of a sudden her phone chimed. 15 missed calls from Francine.

“What the fuck,”

She scrolled through the contact list and pushed call.

“Where the hell are you?” Francine answered.

“I’m not quite sure, I think I am somewhere off of route 18,”

“I’ll come find you,”

“What happened?” Vivian asked.

“I am not sure, we’ll discuss it when I get you,” Francine said.

Francine pulled up alongside Vivian, she opened the door and got in. Francine leaned across and gave her a hug.

“Are you ok?” Francine asked.

“I think so, but how did I end up out here?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Last thing I remember, we were going to the carnival,” Vivian answered.

Francine started to drive home towards Overland.

“We were at the carnival, we went to watch an act on the main stage, ring any bells?” Francine explained.

“Vaguely, it was a magician?”

“A hypnotist,”

“So what happened?”

“You went on stage, he whispered something in your ear and then you just…lost it. You picked up an arrow that had been left on stage from the last act, and you… you stabbed him in the neck with it,” Francine took a deep breath and looked at Vivian.

Vivian stared out the window.

“Then what happened?”

“You ran off stage, and disappeared,” Francine said.

“How long ago?”

“Three days,”

October

dark

I was walking through the woods on a dark and windy night. There was no moon in sight.

The cracking branches and crinkling leaves beneath my feet, something rushes past.

“What was that,” A shiver runs through my body.

Fingers fall upon my shoulder, cold and bony. I try to run, I trip and stumble.

I hit the ground. My mouth full of dead, wet leaves.

It grabs me by the ankles. I am being drug along the forest floor.

“No,” I scream, but no sound emerges from my mouth.

I open my eyes, it’s dark, and cold. I can’t focus on anything.

A shadowy figure moves across from me. I try to move, I am restrained.

It strikes a match, to light a lantern.

I get a glimpse of its grayish, pasty skin and those long bony fingers.

It looks at me.

 

After the Glory

Thomas

You know that feeling you get when you are at a point in your life where you don’t know what’s next. But you know it makes you feel sick to think about it. That tight knot in the pit of your stomach the metallic taste you get in the back of your throat knowing that you’re going to throw up no matter how hard you fight it. This is that point in life for Thomas, he knows whatever happens next, whatever decisions he makes now in his life will determine the path that he will be on until it’s end.
He stepped off the ship and onto the dock, his time as a marine was over, he had enlisted straight out of high school. Went through basic and was shipped straight into the Battle of Peleliu, during November of 1944.
It was now October of 1945 and PFC Thomas Moore had been sent home with an honorable discharge, along with a positive TB test and a diagnosis of six months to live. He gathered his duffle bag and headed into the city that he would now call home.
His first piece of business was to find a place to stay and where is the best place to start looking, a bar. He entered a rundown bar called Charlie’s out on the corner of 1st and River Dr. North a few blocks up from the docks. Charlie’s was dimly lit, smelled of cigarettes, booze and a faint hint of floral perfume. Thomas took a seat, ordered a beer and surveyed the bar.
There were booths around the edge, a pool table in the backroom along with the restrooms and a bulletin board. He took his beer and walked towards the back, he glanced at the bulletin board, flyers for help needed and rooms for rent were pinned scattered to the board.
One caught his eye, written on a light blue piece of note paper: Boarding House one room available, call or come by 172 West Riverside Dr. Ask for Mrs. Rachel Darling. He took the note down, folded it and placed it in his front breast pocket. He finished his beer and headed out to find the boarding house.
Thomas stood in front of 172 West Riverside Dr. taking in the two story house with a large porch and white railings. There was a yard with an apple tree, an apricot tree and some rose bushes. He walked up the driveway to the porch and knocked on the door.

Rachel

Mrs. Rachel Darling sat in front of her typewriter working on her next column for The Daily Star, the local newspaper for the area. Her column Ask Edna had recipes, gardening advice and household tips and tricks. Rachel also covered the up coming community event section.
She enjoyed her job as a freelance writer. She still used the Underwood Standard Portable Typewriter her parents had given her when she decided to take up writing as a career.
Now that the war over and food rationing had laxed a bit she could use some of her favorite recipes. She pulled out a handmade book that had a picture of a girl running through a field of wildflowers. It was a recipe book she had put together with her mom a lifetime ago. Rachel thumbed through it, soups & salads, main dishes and desserts.
This week’s recipes from Edna’s kitchen, Three Bean Salad, Stuffed Green Bell Peppers and Oatmeal Raisin Cookies. Rachel typed away.
Rachel had though about putting together her own cookbook, she entitled it Recipes from Edna’s Kitchen. She thought it was cute.
With the beginning of fall just around the corner your Victory Garden needs tending to. She typed writing up the gardening advice for this week.
Rachel Darling had been married to Jim Darling for sixteen years until his untimely death three years ago. Jim was a banker a nine to five guy, everyday in a suit and tie, Monday through Friday at the office, he had passed away of a heart attack. There daughter Susan was away attending nursing school.
As Rachel was finishing up her column there was a knock on the door.
The door opened and Thomas was greeted by a lovely lady in her late 30’s wearing a long dark skirt and a light blue buttoned up blouse, her dark brunette hair was pulled up into a loose bun and there was a pencil poking out of the side of the bun.
“Yes can I help you?” she asked, Thomas smiled.
“Mrs. Darling?” she nodded.
“Do you still have the room available?”
“Yes, are you able to afford it? It’s 10 dollars a week,”
Rachel looked him over, he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a denim shirt. He was good looking, a little over 6 feet tall, wearing the standard military issue haircut, not too bulky but definitely muscular. Thomas had his last months salary from the marines, a whole 180 dollars. He smiled at her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
Rachel let him in and gave him a tour of the house, downstairs there was an entryway, the living room and kitchen. She led him upstairs, where there were three bedrooms and a bathroom.
The first bedroom was hers, the second one was her daughters. The third smallest room was the one for rent.
The room wasn’t anything special, it had a standard twin sized bed, a chest of drawers and a night stand with a brass lamp on it.
“Do you want it?” Rachel asked him.
“Yes, I will take it,” Thomas answered and handed her 20 dollars to cover the first two weeks.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” She said as she returned downstairs.

Pool

Thomas took his time finding a steady job, he did some day labor out at the docks when he felt like it. Most of his time during this first year was spent at Charlie’s smoking, drinking and playing pool.
He found that he had a natural talent for the game and for making a little cash on the side, hustling other drunk patrons. Buck the owner of Charlie’s let him for a percent of the take.
During this particular late night run of the tables, two guys were playing Thomas and they were up two games, best of five.
Thomas turned it on and started to take the third game when one of the guys decided that they were done being played and would take all of what Thomas had on him.
He walked behind Thomas as he was about to take a shot and swung the pool cue making contact with Thomas’s lower back, his knees buckled from the pain and he fell forward. The second guy grabbed his wrists and pinned them down to the pool table.
“We will be taking all that you have,” the guy behind him said as he emptied Thomas’s pockets.
Thomas didn’t like letting this happen, but since they were only walking away with the $10 he put up and their own $20 from the previous games there was really no loss.
Thomas had grown up with five older brothers, he learned early on that you don’t keep money in your wallet, you keep it in your sock or shoe. Better yet you don’t carry much at all. His stash of savings was nicely tucked away in an envelope on the underside of the bottom drawer of the dresser in his room.

Sarah

“You ok?” A voice behind him asked. Thomas looked over and saw a lovely young looking woman, with long blonde hair, pulled back into a clip, looking concerned.
“Ya, I’ll live,”
“Want a drink?” Thomas nodded and sat down at one of the tables. She brought him over a cold beer and introduced herself.
“I am Sarah, Buck hired me to help out around here,”
Thomas smiled at her and took a long drink of the cold beer.
Thomas walked Sarah home.
Sarah lived in a small studio apartment above a deli, as they walked up the narrow staircase Thomas said.
“Is that roast beef?” Sarah smiled.
“It’s cheep and who doesn’t like the smell of fresh baked bread,”
She unlocked the door and they entered the room, it was simply decorated with a bed, loveseat and kitchen table.
“Would you like a drink?” She asked.
“Sure,” Sarah took two glasses from the cupboard and poured some whiskey in each.
They sat at the table, drinking and talking. After the conversation had died out Thomas stood up and took Sarah’s hand, raising her to her feet. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her into him. He kissed her soft full lips, she kissed him back.
“That was nice,” she grinned. Thomas led her over to the bed.
“You know that they are looking for some full-time workers out at pier 36, you should go talk to David Henderson, something better than getting taken at pool,” Sarah said as they were getting dressed the next morning.
“I’ll look into it,” Thomas said giving her a kiss goodbye.

The Docks

David Henderson was a big burly man that spoke with a tone of authority.
“Do you have any experience in shipping and receiving?” Henderson asked Thomas.
“Not really sir, but I am a quick learner,” Henderson looked him over.
“Well you look capable, show up on time and do what’s asked of you,”
“Yes, sir,”
“You can start Monday seven sharp, report to Mr. Andrews in warehouse C,”
“Yes sir, and thank you sir,”
Thomas awoke at 6am Monday morning to the aroma of frying bacon and fresh brewed coffee. He dressed and made his way downstairs, Rachel was in front of the stove.
“Hope you like your eggs scrambled,” she said fixing a plate.
“Yes, thank you,” he smiled at her.
Mr. James Andrews was a tall slender build man, with a clipboard in his hand and a pen in his mouth.
“You’re the new guy,” he thumbed through the sheets of paper on his clipboard,
“Thomas Moore,”
“Yes, sir,”
“Ok, you can start unloading in bay two, the guys will show you what to do, just don’t drop anything,”
Thomas picked up the rhythm of unloading quickly. The work itself was tiring but it was a paycheck at the end of the week, for that Thomas was grateful. Thomas worked, hung out at Charlie’s and enjoyed getting to know Sarah over the next six months.

Buck

It was a slow Tuesday evening at Charlie’s when Buck, struck up a conversation with Thomas and Sarah.
“You see that?” he pointed to a picture hanging behind the bar.

“Yep, who is it?” Thomas asked.
“That is Charlie, I bought the bar from him when he retired,”
Thomas looked at the black and white photo of a man, in his early 30’s, wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, standing in front of the bar.
“When Charlie was almost done with school, he met a dame, named Georgiana, everyone just called her George. She was tall, slender and liked to party. Charlie lost his mind over her, to the point that he even proposed, had a ring and everything,” Buck handed Thomas another beer.
“But, right before Charlie was going to graduate from college, his momma died. She had been sick for a while but didn’t tell anyone. So poor Charlie was devastated, his momma was the world to him. His pappa had passed away when he was just a boy, it had been just him and momma,” Buck took a long drink of his beer.
“That poor man,” Sarah said.
“It gets better, durring the funeral, while they were lowering his dear momma into the ground, George decided that it was a good time to pick a fight with Charlie. I don’t know what she was all worked up over, but she made quite the scene. Topped of with taking off the engagement ring and throwing it into the hole with the coffen. Charlie was beside himself,”
“Well that’s quite the story,” Thomas said finishing off his beer.
“Charlie finished up school, took the little his momma had left and bought this place,” Buck said.

June 1946

Mr. Andrew’s called Thomas over after his shift on a Friday in June, it was unseasonably warm and hadn’t rained in weeks.
“Yes, Mr. Andrews?” Thomas asked, wiping his dripping brow. Mr. Andrews put his arm around Thomas’s shoulder.
“Call me James,”
“Ok, James, what’s up?”
“We’re going to have some special shipments coming in next week, and I would like you to be responsible for their delivery, can you handle that?”
“I don’t see why not, sir,” Thomas answered not giving it much thought.
“Ok, good, we’ll see you on Monday, have a good weekend,” James said.

Susan

When Thomas arrived home he heard voices in the kitchen. Rachel was sitting at the table with a pretty young redhead.
“Hello,” Thomas said as he entered the kitchen.
“Thomas, good this is my daughter Susan,” Rachel said Thomas extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you,”
“Likewise,” Susan answered.
“Susan will be starting at the hospital as a nurse, on Monday,” Rachel said.
“Mom’s been telling me how much she has enjoyed your company,” she said, Thomas smiled at Rachel.
Thomas, Susan and Rachel enjoyed a lovely dinner of ham with pineapple, scalloped potatoes and salad. While they ate, Rachel told embarrassing stories about Susan’s childhood. Thomas found it cute that her cheeks turned as red as her short curly hair.
Thomas spent most of Saturday and Sunday shooting pool at Charlie’s and hanging out with Sarah.

By Monday the heat and humidity were almost unbearable. Thomas started his shift at 7am already drenched in sweat.
“Thomas, make sure to put all the crates marked ‘Import House’ into trailer 14, and give me a count at the end of your shift,” Mr. Andrews said.
Thomas took note of this and began unloading bay two as usual. On his fourth trip into bay two, he noticed the crate was stamped with the words ‘Import House’ he picked it up and took it to trailer 14.
“Ok, then,” he muttered to himself, there was nothing strange or different about the crate, just that it was stamped, other than that it looked just like all the other crates.
Thomas went about his day as usual, after lunch the sky had become dark and everyone was hoping it would rain already. Thomas was finishing with bay two, he went to retrieve a crate marked ‘Import House’ as he picked it up, his back spasmed and he dropped it.
“Dammit,” he said to himself. He took a moment to rub his lower back and recover.
He looked over the crate to check for any damage, there was a crack running along one side of the crate, a white substance resembling sugar was spilling onto the floor.
Thomas licked his pinky and dipped it into the spill, he tasted it.
“Definitely not sugar,” he said to himself. He cleaned up the spill and fixed the crate to the best of his abilities with some tape.
At the end of his shift he gave Mr. Andrews a slip of paper with the number of crates he had put in trailer 14.
“Any problems with today’s load?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s all where you wanted it to be,” Thomas answered.
“Good,”
There was a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightning as the downpour began, Thomas walked up to Charlie’s to unwind and see Sarah.

As he sipped on his cold beer he thought about the marked crates. If there were eight crates and they were around two feet long and a foot wide. Thomas stared off doing the math in his head.
” You ok there?” Sarah intrupted his train of thought.
“Yeah, just hot and tired, long day,” he smiled at her, she kissed him on the cheek.
The unloading of marked crates into trailer 14 whent on for the next two weeks. Each morning trailer 14 was empty of the previous days shipment. Thomas did what he was asked, putting the marked crates in trailer 14 and giving Mr. Andrews a count at the end of every shift.

Thomas became curious as to where the marked crates were going. On a Friday after his shift he decided to wait and watch trailer 14.

He found himself a quiet spot not to far from the trailer. He watched and waited. Around 9pm three large men showed up in a pickup truck, along with Mr. Andrews. Thomas watched as they loaded the marked crates into the back of the truck.
After an enjoyable evening with Sarah, complete with a steak dinner and a bottle of Jack Daniels, Thomas told her about trailer 14, and the marked crates. Sarah listened politely.
“Interesting,” she said.

Thomas once again waited and watched trailer 14 after work on Monday. He waited and watched, then the pickup truck carrying the three large men and Mr. Andrews parked next to the trailer.
Then a second vehicle pulled in behind the pickup. David Henderson exited the vehicle along with Sarah.
“What the hell is Sarah doing here,” Thomas muttered to himself.
David Henderson exchanged some heated words with Mr. Andrews while the three large men started to unload trailer 14. Then something strange happened, blue and red lights, lit up the dock as four cop cars came screeching in, srounding trailer 14. The cops exited their vehicles with guns drawn. Orders of stop what you’re doing and put your hands up, were given.
Sarah moved towards David Henderson, as she was doing so, someone fired, the shot rang out through the air, Sarah fell to the ground. Thomas ran towards her without thinking, one of the large men pulled a switchblade and lunged at Thomas, catching him in the side with the switchblade.
“Everybody just stop,” Mr. Andrews yelled.
Thomas was on the ground next to Sarah, holding his side. He could see her face, she was gone.
David Henderson raised his hands, the three large men took his lead and got on their knees. The cops moved in arrestes were made.

Thomas didn’t want to leave Sarah, but he also didn’t want to be a part of the drug bust that was going down. He got up to leave, Mr. Andrews pulled him aside.
“I know you’re confused, quick version, I have been undercover working the drug smuggling case for almost a year now, we had to move on it, I am sorry about Sarah,” Mr. Andrews cleared his throat.
“Why was she even here?” Thomas asked.
“You don’t know, she’s David Henderson’s neice, she helped run the books,” Mr. Andrews answered.

Thomas sat at the kitchen table holding a dishtowel to his side.
“You ok?” Susan asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Not really,” Thomas answered showing her his sliced side.
“Just a minute,” she went to get the first aid kit.
Susan cleaned and stiched up Thomas side as he explained everything that had happened on the docks.
“If you want to get into another line of work, Uncle John owns a garage, and he’s always looking for help,”
“I may have to take you up on that,”
“There all done,” she started cleaning up. Thomas took her hand.
“Thank you,” he kissed her on the cheek, Susan blushed.
“I’ll invite Uncle John over for dinner on Friday,”
“Mom can make stroganoff, it’s his favorite,” Susan said as she headed up to bed.
Thomas continued to​ sit at the kitchen table thinking about what to​ do next.

The Bag

51546

The Trail

The trail had gone cold. That was the frustration which James Newton was feeling. He saw the target disappear into the woods but the trail went cold as soon as they hit the rocky cliff. If he had been more steadfast into making the jump down the steep incline, he would’ve had him. He could’ve then bargained for the woman whom they all knew was going to be harder to catch. Five long seconds of indecision and he lost his chance. He knew it. But, he wasn’t as desperate.
James was squatting over his boots and staring down at the muddy trail, squinting for any signs of fresh tracks. The well­packed hiking path was smooth as a consequence of the water cascading from the nearby hillsides eroded any signs of footprints in the drenched dirt. He knew they were close. He could feel it. Maybe it wasn’t this trail. Maybe they’re only a few feet off course and they’ll come up to the trailhead where the paths diverged. There might be signs of them there.
He turned around and spotted Thomas “Tommy” Russell stealthily stepping over the mud trail onto the side of a nearby embankment. His short stature and lanky build made him easy to lose in the thick forest. The camouflage was working. It also helped that Tommy had smeared mud to further obscure his appearance. Two nights ago that seemed like a good idea, but he was starting to regret it. In the brief breaks between bouts of intense precipitation, insects would swarm near his eyes and mouth. Leaves would stick to his skin. It made him look like a walking pile of foliage; real textbook Ranger School stuff, he thought to himself.
James then spotted Robert Todd, playing sentry over the scene, sweeping the area from atop the hill depositing water onto the trail where James was resting.
The fourth and final man was nowhere in sight. They might have thought that they’d lost him but could hear his footsteps. Unlike Tommy, Henry Walker was somewhat heavier on his feet. At 6’ 11”, north of 300 lbs., he was also larger than the other men. It was a major consideration in the decision to call him in to tag along in the search for the couple that ran into the woods.
Visibility had dropped as the cold humidity made the air thick with fog masking the ungodly stench of four men desperately in need of showers. They knew they were close. As unbearable as the weather had been the last few nights, the rain was letting up and with it, they’d have a better chance at tracking them. At least that’s what James was telling himself.
Robert started his slide to join Tommy and James on the trail, swiftly making his way down the hill, slowing his descent by keeping his body low and grabbing onto the limbs of every tree that would bear his weight. He finally arrived near James, stopping short of the trail which both men were careful to avoid.
Tommy joined them a moment later.
“Another night and I still don’t have that bag,” he mused aloud.
James looked at Robert for signs of shared frustration.
Tommy quipped stoically, “At least you look rested.”
Tommy looked back at Robert, possibly nonplussed. Any other day he’d be easier to read but his muddy face masked any facial expressions. James couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Tommy looked far from rested. His usual wiry behavior was curbed only by his obvious sleep deprivation. There was two possible outcomes for the end scenario. Both of them involved sleep. One was just slightly more permanent than the other.
“We’ll sleep when we’re dead. And I’m dead if we don’t get that bag,” James said. “Let’s keep moving. We’re close.”
A large mass approached from the direction they had come from, shuffling up the trail that they all so carefully sought to avoid spoiling. It was Henry who had staggered up. Tommy held out his hands palms ­up questioning the logic of coming directly up the trail.
“What are you doing,” James asked.
“I found them,” Henry responded, pointing back down the trail, drawing shapes as he spoke, panting, short of breath.
“They’re huddled under an embankment, thing, under a tree, near the river. They were huddled together.” It was enough for Robert to break character and look excited.
“And the bag,” Tommy shot back.
Henry nodded in acknowledgement.
James hurriedly stood up with a renewed sense of purpose. He turned his body towards the trail before the force of someone latching onto his arm pulled him backwards. It was Robert, his grip tightly holding James’s arm.
“We’re not going to hurt them,” he reaffirmed.
James begrudgingly nodded in agreement before jerking himself away.
Tommy looked back at Robert and then back at the ground then wondered out loud to no one in particular, “What happens if it’s gone?”
“If it’s gone, we’ll reconsider,” Robert answered.
The moon was bright. Brighter than it had been the better part of that week. It even forced itself through pockets of cloud cover from time to time. But, it still wasn’t enough to break through the heavy fog that’s synonymous with a cooler than usual early spring in a temperate forest. The crisp air coming from the mountains did little to move it. It felt stuffy at times. Most times, they were just as happy that they all had jackets. The weather could easily take a turn for the worse and they were lucky that the worst they were feeling was a little numb in their extremities.
The trees swayed as they walked up the path. Robert was able to catch a glimpse of the river beyond an outcropping. Ahead of them, the path went parallel with the waterway. Soon it would all be over. They’d have the bag, its contents intact. This would absolve Robert of any notion of misconduct, simultaneously clearing James’s debt.
They all had enough time to think about how they allowed it to happen and how a moment of inattention subjected them to this.

The Drop

Just three days ago they peacefully liberated the bag from James’s acquaintance. That morning, James, Robert, and Tommy arrived in the industrial park where they were to make the drop. Tommy’s bright red, late ­90’s model Oldsmobile Cutlass’ had seen better days. The paint was peppered with rust where it wasn’t peeling. It’s plastic body panels were cracked and scratched from years of bumps and scrapes, exhibiting signs of downright neglect. Its fatigued suspension nearly bottomed out as they pulled into the lot of a trucking company. But, it ran and that made it a reliable car in Tommy’s mind.
James had the small black duffle bag on his lap in the backseat. He compressed it like an accordion while leaning forward, directing his question at Robert, “You ready.”
Robert checked the mirrors and looked out over the lot filled with shipping containers of various sizes and colors. He thought for a moment about how this was the only time in his life where a situation didn’t warrant a weapon and how strange that had felt.
The drop was routine; as routine as a drop can be for a few seasoned criminals. The recipient was a trusted accomplice whom Robert had known for years. They didn’t really need three men, to be honest. Robert knew that but he trusted Tommy to be the driver.
For Robert, it was all about making things right. It was he who introduced James to the game. As his mentor, Robert felt that James needed to be set straight but shouldn’t bear the brunt of the consequences that could be directed at a criminal that can’t make good on their word. Trust, after all, is the bedrock of the lax criminal code. He wasn’t too worried. Robert’s experience gave him the audacity to feel relaxed in the moment.
James was a bit more anxious, “What if they don’t show?”
Robert opened the passenger door and stepped out. He gestured for James to get out. James scooted to the passenger side and opened the door. He initially thought about taking the bag. “Leave it,” Robert instructed as he walked towards the street. James threw the bag through the open window onto the passenger seat next to Tommy and warned, “Guard this with your life.”
Tommy shooed him away, turning the key in the ignition to accessory mode. He tuned the radio to a station that was going to calm him. He was also feeling a bit more anxious than usual.
James joined Robert in the street.
“What have we learned,” Robert asked.
“There’s easier ways to make money. I didn’t think it’d get this far, Robert. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Once they get it back, you’re going to be fine,” Robert reassured him. “Leave that shit to the professionals. You’re getting off lucky.”
In the car, Tommy readjusted his mirrors so that he could see Robert and James in the street. They looked to be 50 feet back, he estimated. He turned to his right and looked at the bag within arms’ reach to reassure himself. It’s right where James had left it. He took a deep breath as the mere sight of the bag triggered a strong cigarette craving. Reaching into the inside pocket of his olive jacket, Tommy began anticipating the quick hit of nicotine destined to calm his nerves. Getting the cigarette was easy but in the time he went back to reach for the lighter he had droped the ciggarette onto the floor. Looking to the floor, past the steering wheel and making way with his knees, he realized that he’d have to contort himself to feel out where it had fallen.
James looked at a car slowing down a block away, near an old brick warehouse. He couldn’t make out the make or model; something classic looking, maybe mid­ 60’s with a teal and white paint job, with white wall tires. It couldn’t be newer than that, he thought. It didn’t look like a car that belonged in an industrial park.
Tommy continued looking for the dropped cigarette. He laid the back of his hand flat against the floor mat and began to sweep.
“Is it them,” James asked.
“I don’t think so.”
Behind them, a short, skinny blonde woman in jeans and a red hoodie crept up to the passenger side of the red Oldsmobile. She slowly reached inside the open window, her eyes fixed on Tommy still searching for the lost cigarette. As soon as he turned towards her, she ripped the bag out of the car window and began running.
Tommy shot up, “Hey!”
James and Robert turned to see the woman running deeper into the shipping yard.
Tommy nearly kicked the driver door open with his knee and gave chase. James instinctively followed while Robert turned back to the car mid way down the block only to see it slowly make a right hand turn. It wasn’t their car. Robert gritted his teeth before involving himself in the pursuit of the bag thief.
The woman made her way between the rows of empty truck trailers, appearing and disappearing behind each meticulously parked 52’ long monstrosity. She eventually arrived at the gatehouse on the other side of the lot before throwing the bag over the fence as one might throw a grenade. Almost instantly after letting it go, she turned right and continued sprinting.
Why did she just ditch the bag? No sooner had Tommy asked himself that question then he realized the bag landed at a distance that appeared to be well out of reach. He beelined for the fence, coming to an abrupt stop and gripping the chain links to counteract its pushback.
James eventually caught up.
By now, Tommy had realized that this side of the lot had a mechanized sliding gate. This wasn’t a particularly helpful observation because he instinctively knew he wouldn’t be able to trigger it. He frantically looked for a safe spot to climb the nine feet it would take to make it to the other side. It didn’t exist. The top of the fence was tightly wound with barbed wire.
James turned his attention to the woman making her way past a field of debris on the side of the adjacent warehouse. It was a tight corridor with brick on both sides. Her red sweatshirt made her easy to follow as she weaved around multi­colored barrels, heaps of scrap metal, and unused sheet metal panels. He saw her climb up a stack of wooden pallets in the corner and quickly noticed a green blanket folded over the barbed wire where the brick wall met an adjacent building.
As she carefully positioned herself belly side down, sliding over the fence and disappearing out of view, a matte golden coupe with powdered black rims screeched to a halt shielding the bag from Tommy and James’s view. It looked like some type of import, Tommy noted.
Within a moment, the driver accelerated while simultaneously opening the door to pick up the woman at the other end of the street. She got in, and like that it was over. They had been had.
Tommy started to violently hit the fence with his palms, kicking and exclaiming obscenities.
Robert ran up in time to see James grab his head with both hands and drop backwards against the gatehouse, sliding down while shaking his head in disbelief. His first reaction was to get on his phone and call in what happened. They were expected to be at the drop point and now they didn’t even have the bag.
He spoke with a sense of focus and authority, “You’re not going to believe what happened. You’re going to have to take my cut of the next one and I’ll make good on it. I appreciate it.”
James would’ve felt relieved that Robert was covering for him, if his mind wasn’t spinning from the fear caused by losing something so valuable.
“We’re going to get that bag back. It’s your ass, James,” Robert pointed out.
They had to find the golden colored car with black rims. It was a deceptively easy task. They were in a part of the country that didn’t care much for imports. Of course, this was only a consideration if luck was on their side and the offending party didn’t already start to skip town. Robert was sincerely hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
Upon returning to the car, Tommy let out another bout of emotion. He began yelling at the top of his lungs and kicking nearly everything on the driver side of his car. He reached in and grabbed the cigarette from the under the brake pedal on the mat and threw it angrily on the ground while Robert and James settled back in the seats dejected. They entered with the package and now it was gone.

The Car

By the early afternoon, Tommy and James had split from Robert. He in turn enlisted the help of his close friend Henry to aid in the search. The search party now had two cars to canvas the area. They frantically drove up and down every street in the small mountain town. This was the only option. If they had driven out of town, there was very little they can do to track them down. They knew that they needed to get lucky. They had to try.
Night blanketed the valley. The street lights turned on to aide travellers before the skies opened up. In the nicer neighborhoods, asphalt absorbed the water into a mirror finish, reflecting lights from street lamps and those of nearby houses as the tracking party made their ways up and down their streets. Dogs wailed to inform their inattentive owners that they’d like back in and the town soon fell quiet.
It was the longest day of James’s life. And to no one’s astonishment it began to feel like it might be his last.
The second round of driving through one of the poorest areas proved profitable.
Tucked away in the middle of a pothole filled street, in a driveway lush with overgrowth from miskept bushes, they had found something.
The car was parked in the driveway of an unassuming run­down white Colonial house with white paint chipping off its centuries old cedar clapboards. The grass on this house seemed higher than that of its neighbors. It looked particularly abandoned. Perhaps they were squatting here.
James waited for Tommy to acknowledge him as he shook his head in stunned disbelief. What are the odds, he wondered. Tommy made his way back up the street and parked a few houses down a vacant lot. He turned off his lights and killed the engine before calling Robert.
“We found the car. Edgewood St.,” he directed. The two sat dormant until a car pulled up behind them and Robert emerged from the passenger side.
He approached James while keeping his eyes trained on the car, it’s warm colored paint accentuated by the glow from nearby light poles. The house itself was dark. Robert went to investigate motioning for James and Tommy to stay put.
He made his way up to the side of the house opposite the driveway, checking to see if there was any window showing signs of someone residing inside. He crouched down as he approached the backyard, noting to himself how the lot seemed to open into the abyss of a dense forest. At the back of the house there was nothing except a rickety deck in bad need of repair.
The driveway terminated in a garage which was a freestanding structure. Its roof was incomplete, missing shingles in places and appearing as pliable as a wet rag draped over the ribs of its rafters. The walls were a dark gray wood, with their horizontal boards highlighted by green moss, saturated in water. Nature continued to reclaim them, simultaneously undermining their structural integrity. Water could be seen making it’s way through a channel in the cracked concrete slab that was once its foundation. There was no way they could be in there.
Robert walked up the driveway making sure to look in the car. He eventually made his way back to the street holding his hands up. James was out of the car calmly walking in the rain towards Robert. Tommy rolled down his window to say, “Nothing?”
As if on queue, something in the back made a loud crashing noise. Robert turned back and ran towards the backyard; James followed.
It was hard to make out the details but Robert spotted two shadowy figures heading into the forest. As they ran past a light on the neighboring property, Robert spotted the red hoodie diapering into the rainy night. That feature was unmistakable. They had found them.

The Chase

They splashed through puddles made fresh by the April rain besieging the forest. They ended up running up to a small cliff. Robert let James run ahead of him. He was quicker and seemed to have a lot less trouble finding footing over the dense underbrush. They were also quick, but James had the tenacity of a man whose life was on the line. He ran stride for stride with them.
They came across a small ravine with a creek running through it. James ran in and quickly made his way up the other side. His legs burned at this point and he became conscious of his breathing. As he crested the hill, he nearly slipped on the fresh mud, steadying himself with one hand and pushing through to get up a knee­high limestone ledge. As he came up, he noticed he now only saw one of the figures and continued the chase until he watched them disappeared over the edge of a cliff. He paused and waited to watch whom he assumed was the man slowly getting up after taking a spill near the bottom of the ravine. He paused and waited. This moment of inattention would come back to haunt him.
Hours passed.
Robert got a phone call. He relayed the bad news, “He’s not taking the deal. He wants what you owe him, James. He said this wasn’t what he planned with you. If we don’t get it, we’re all screwed.”
The hours turned into days as the pursuit of the couple with the bag progressed. They picked up a trail of footprints and followed it to the river’s edge. Eventually they all fell out of contact from the outside world. Henry was the last to complain about his phone battery dying. Not having slept or eaten for days had begun to toll. All of them were cold and wet. But, they took solace in knowing that the targets were in the same predicament.

The Pickup

The water was rushing down from a nearby stream that fed the river. It felt wild. Each of the men was too tired to consider their fortunes. They had found the car in time pursue the bag thieves. But now, perhaps most improbably, had successfully tracked their whereabouts inside a vast wilderness during the grips of a multi­hour cold, unrelenting rainstorm.
Henry was at the head of the group. He turned back and whispered, “About 3 minutes away.”
“I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do when I see them,” James said turning to Robert. “Wait, how do we get the bag?”
“There’s a way we can drop in on them. If two of us wait deeper in, we can chase the one with the bag,” Henry explained. “They have to be just as tired as we are.”
“What if they have a weapon,” James asked.
“They haven’t used one, yet. They’re scared. But, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Robert said.
Henry slowed his walk and began crouching. He started using arm gestures to tell the other three men to stop.
At the end of a bend in the river sits a tree with the soil around its roots all but eroded away. The rocky shore caught the roots which after finding purchase created a stable enough foundation to support its weight. A bit of ancient limestone carved smooth by the water was jutting out in an overhang, simultaneously adding support for the tree and shielding the couple from the elements. The woman in the red hoddie and her male accomplice lie huddled together, and save for their shallow breathing appear almost motionless.
The mans jacket was draped over them like a makeshift blanket. But from this distance, it was still hard to make out facial features.
Tommy began making his way to the incline behind the tree, trying desperately to steady his footing over the wet roots. Robert and James began moving to one side of the river bank while Henry dug in from the direction that they originally came. They were using the element of surprise to their advantage. It mattered very little to any of the men which one got the bag. What seemed to take priority in the minds was how to expel the least amount of energy to achieve that outcome.
The closer that Tommy was to the overhang, the more slippery the ground became. He tried in vain to find traction a handful of times but with the next step, he slipped into an unrecoverable slide. He dropped onto his side and began an uncontrolled descent, watching the ground rush up to meet him.
He made impact a mere six feet from the woman, instantly waking the couple. They have lost the element of surprise.
The woman turns, too groggy to realise what’s happening. Next to her, her male counterpart quickly springs to life and makes Tommy. He reaches for the bag and begins to stand on his feet as Robert uses the velocity of his entire two ­hundred pound frame to smash him into the wall of limestone. He flew out of nowhere, causing his target tremendous discomfort.
The woman attempts to withdraw as far away from the scuffle by scooting backwards. Robert has complete leverage over the man and grabs the bag. He gets up and looks at the man now holding his hands up. From here, he can clearly see his face; a kid, no more than fifteen years old. He just looked larger from a far.
“No,” the boy begins begging, “Please!”
Before he could say another word James slides in swinging at his face. Robert’s knocked to the side as James lands a punch on the nose, causing a spray of blood. Before he can swing again, Robert locks his forearm around James’s neck in a submissive hold. James struggles to squeak out a few vague threats as he’s losing his breath, his face turning red.
Robert jerks him back to the ground before stepping over his body and pointing his finger at him in a scornful manner, “You don’t get to do that!”
The boy begins crawling towards the girl, holding his nose, pleading back to Henry and Robert.
“Please, we’re sorry. Please don’t. Please.” The boy becomes more and more incoherent as the tears and emotion cut into his speech.
Henry helps Tommy to his feet.
“Leave him be,” Tommy says to James, panting while staring at the ground.
Henry looks at the two kids huddled together. He shoots back at Robert amused.
“You let these two do this to you? What kind of master criminals are you?”
Tommy is clutching his side as he begins to make sense of the situation. Robert grabbed the bag with one hand while helping James up with the other. He opened it to inspect its contents. It was all there. Everyone had questions, but it was probably best to just walk away.
Curiosity got the best of James, “Why did you take the bag?”
His query was met with brief silence. The boy had continued wiping his nose into the sleeve of his long­sleeve cotton shirt drenched in water, saturated with tears, and stained red with blood. He was shivering. It was either the cold, or the adrenaline, or both, James thought.
“We didn’t know,” said the girl.
The boy continued in a nasally voice, “We followed you after we saw you take it. It was stupid. We’re sorry.”
“Why did you stay out here,” Tommy asked. This is a question the men often asked of themselves as their stay in the woods continued.
“We figured you’d watch the car,” she answered.
“We wanted to leave but couldn’t get gas. We didn’t want any trouble. We were so stupid.”
The four men looked at each other and just now acknowledged that watching the only getaway vehicle would’ve probably been a good idea.
“So stupid,” she repeated as she continued sobbing, “We’re sorry, please.”
James was livid. But the adrenaline and sleep deprivation was doing a good job of keeping him even keeled.
“Let’s go,” Robert said.
“Let’s get some sleep and clear this up. We have the bag.”

Grace’s Escapades

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Bus Stop

I work as a waitress at a bar and grill called The Lodge, I work late afternoon early evening. I walk pass the same guy at the same bus stop every day, he’s good looking early 30’s, average build about 6 feet tall, short dark hair and wear’s glasses.

He is either coming home from work or going to work, I can’t quite tell, he is always wearing black work boots, dark blue work pants, and a black Carhartt work jacket. He enjoys an energy drink along with a cigarette every time I see him, so one day I took it upon myself to pass out some two for one drink special flyers on my way to work.

I crossed the street and walked past the bus stop and made eye contact with his dark green eyes, and smiled at him as I invited him to get a drink at The Lodge. He took the flyer and smiled at me. I told him it would be lovely to see him sometime during happy hour.

Two nights later there he was, he took a seat at the bar and I asked what I could get him. He ordered a rum and coke. We smiled at each other, made small talk he stayed till my shift was over.

We walked back to my place just down the block from work. We entered my small studio apartment he took off his jacket and stood in front of me, he un-clipped my hair and ran his hand through my dark red shoulder length hair and leaned in and kissed me.

“We going to exchange names?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said.

I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and I let out a moan. I pushed into him and slid my arms around him, he ran his hands down to my ass and pulled me in to him.

I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, I took his erect cock into my mouth and slowly started to lick and suck. I slid his cock deep into my mouth and sucked harder he let out a moan.

I stroked his cock while I let it slide in and out of my mouth. I stopped and stood up in front of him and he kissed me deep and hard. He then undid my jeans and slid them along with my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, he then pulled off my shirt and removed my bra.

I sat on the edge of the bed and he pushed me back on to my back, he removed his shirt and lowered himself down between my legs. He gently kissed my inner thigh and slowly moved up to my pussy.

He started licking and sucking at my clit, making my pussy wet and wanting. He slid his tongue deep into my pussy and sucked on my clit. Making me moan and push my hips up to him. He slid his fingers into me, and I let out a deep moan, feeling his fingers slide in and out of my wet pussy.

I wanted him, I wanted to feel his hard cock in me. He moved up and ran his hands over my breasts and pinched my hard nipples, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked. He moved to my mouth and kissed me I could taste my cum on his lips.

He slid his hard cock into my wet pussy and thrust deeply into me. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his back and pushed into him. He moved off of me and turned me over onto my stomach.

I got up on my hands and knees, he moved in behind me and slid his cock into my pussy, thrusting deep and hard. Making me cum and yell out. He moved faster and harder into me the he came deep in me. We laid next to each other breathing in the moment.

 

The One Stop

For convenience’s sake I frequent the One Stop that is down the street from my apartment. On a bad day I will drop by at least three time, because you always need something else that you had previously forgotten.

So there is this guy that works the counter, his name is Drew, I know this because he has one of those red work vests that says

“I am Drew How may I help you” on the nameplate.

He’s cute, medium build, has that thing with his hair, where you just want to run your hands through it, short but full. A kind face, deep green eyes and a nicely trimmed full beard.

After a few months of daily flirting I decided to give him an invite to The Lodge, a bar and grill where I work the late afternoon, early evening shift. On this particular day I was buying a chocolate milk and a cranberry muffin for a quick snack before work. As he was handing me back the change from my purchase I handed him a two for one drink special flyer for the Lodge. I gave him a smile, he glanced at it and gave me a smile back. I took my purchase and headed out the door to work.

Towards the end of my shift he came in, took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, we did the whole glance across the room thing and had come to a silent agreement. After my shift we walked the few blocks back to his place. A small one bedroom apartment, with just the essentials small kitchen area, tiny bathroom and a room that just barely fit a full size bed and nightstand.

As we entered the apartment Drew asked “So do you have a name?”

“Maybe,” I answered and smiled.

As we entered the apartment I noticed a stereo and very nice guitar sitting in the corner of the living room.

“What’s that for?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I am in a band, the store is just a day job,” Drew answered, I smiled at him.

He turned and stood in front of me I ran my hands through his hair, he leaned in and kissed me. He took my hand and lead me into the bedroom, he switched on the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand. He emptied his pockets on to the nightstand, keys, cash, change, wallet and phone.

I took off my shoes and jacket, then I pulled my shirt off over my head, and undid my jeans and slid them down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

He moved over to me and kissed my neck while sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me into him to. I could feel his hard cock up against me. I reached down and undid his jeans and slid them down so he could step out of them.

Drew took off his shirt as I took his hard thick cock into my mouth, letting it slide slowly in and out of my mouth. He let out a moan and ran his hands through my hair.

I took him deeper and sucked harder until he pushed me back. I stood up and he, laid me on the bed and removed my panties, I took off my bra and dropped it on the floor.

He lowered himself down and started kissing my inner thigh, moving up to my pussy. He slid his tongue into me and I let out a moan of pleasure, feeling him lick and suck at my clit making me so wet.

He moved up my body kissing and rubbing along my stomach to my breasts. He pinched and sucked on my hard nipples while rubbing my breasts. He moved up and I sat up enough to thrust my tongue into his mouth and suck on his tongue kissing him hard and deep.

I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it along my wet pussy, letting him slide slightly in and then out, a little teasing.

“Fuck,” Drew said as he moved off of me and reached for a condom off of the nightstand.

He leaned down and said, “Turn over.”

I flipped over on to my stomach and moved up on to my hands and knees in the center of the bed. He moved behind me and slid his fingers into my pussy, rubbing at my clit and making me want to cum. He withdrew his fingers and slid his thick hard cock into my wet pussy.

I let out a moan and pushed back against him, wanting to feel him deeper in me. He moved faster and harder, fucking me and making me cum all over his cock.

Drew came and collapsed on the bed next to me. I awoke realizing that we had fallen asleep. I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water run down my body I let out a deep sigh, I soaped up and rinsed off. Drew joined me in the shower he put his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck, I turned to face him and he lowered himself to his knees and pulled me in to him.

He slid his tongue into my pussy licking and sucking on my clit. I moaned and held myself up against the shower wall, it felt so good, feeling his tongue slide into me I let myself cum. He got up and kissed me deeply, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and returned to the bed. Drew showered and joined me on the bed.

“So are we going to say anything about this little experience?” Drew asked.

“Not sure,” I answered. I dressed and got ready to leave.

“So do I at least get to know your name?” He asked.

I smiled leaned over kissed him, and whispered in his ear “It’s Grace.”

 

Seaside

Grace and James drove out of town towards the ocean. It was a sun filled hot summer day and heading out to feel the cool breeze of the ocean is just what Grace needed.

Grace had picked up James, a good looking guy in his mid 30’s at a bar in downtown Portland. James had broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. James had been long distance runner in college and still had the legs and abs to show for it.   

James had bought Grace a drink and he explained his outlook on life, how it was an open road full of possibility. Grace was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and very nice to talk with, so being Grace she thought what the hell.

They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water, James was driving Grace’s Honda and Grace was running her hand up and down James leg, she ran her hand over to his crotch and gave him a generous rub though his cargo shorts. Grace was wearing a light blue bikini under an open over shirt and shorts. James moaned as she rubbed harder at his crotch.

James turned into a rest stop parking lot, he shut off the car and leaned over towards Grace, he kissed her long and deep letting her suck at his tongue. He slid her shirt off and rubbed her breasts. Grace moaned and moved over to remove her top and bottoms.

James leaned over to her and sucked at her hard nipple, while rubbing and pinching at her other breast. He ran his fingers down to her waiting pussy, he slowly slid his finger into her wet, tight pussy.

Grace arched her back, let out a moan, letting his fingers slide deeper into her. James fingered her rubbing at her clit, making her wet.  

He kissed her and sat back into his seat, Grace leaned over him and undid his shorts, taking his erect cock into her mouth and sucked, lightly letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth, then sucked harder while running her hand up and down his shaft.

Making him moan, Grace sucked and rubbed till James pushed her away from him.

“Please fuck me,” he begged. Grace straddled his hips and slowly slid his hard cock into her wet pussy, they both let out a moan as she moved back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper into her. She moved faster and he pushed deeper into her.

He kissed her and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as he came in her. She moved off of him and into her seat she redressed and smiled

“There now can we go to the beach?” James just smiled started the car and continued on towards Seaside.  

Left Out

A roommate Grace once had wandered into her mind as she drove, Kelly who always looked like the innocent girl next door, had shared an apartment with Grace one semester in college. Grace heard them come in, they had to know she was home.  

She listened to them stumble into Kelly’s bedroom. Grace quietly entered the hallway and looked into the other room, the desk lamp was on and she could see them laying on the bed naked.  

Kelly and whoever she had brought home for the night. He was on top of her and she was moaning. Grace crept closer to the slightly open door and watched as he sucked on her nipples and slipped his fingers into her pussy, he then thrust his cock into her and she let out a moan of pleasure. Grace was watching intensely and found that her own hand had slipped between her thighs and her fingers were rubbing her pussy.  

Grace let out a moan and he looked at her, Grace froze and their eyes meet. Grace caught her breath and returned to her room, she listened as they finished with moans and screams of pleasure. Grace laid in bed and he came into her room wearing a towel and closed the door behind him.

He held his finger to his lips and gestured shh… He approached her bed and removed her blanket and sheet. He gently spread her legs and lowered himself down to her, he licked and sucked at her pussy making her moan and cum.  

Grace just laid back and took it all feeling his tongue in her, making her cum. He stopped dropped the towel and moved up to her mouth and kissed her deeply she could taste her cum on his lips. He slid his hard cock into her and she let out a moan. Feeling him fuck her deep and hard she came with him.

He kissed her and whispered to her… “Didn’t want you to feel left out.”

 

Grace and Tiffany

During Grace’s third year of college she developed an itch, a desire that she didn’t quite understand at the time. She carved attention and found the attention she wanted from flirting and sleeping with guys. She felt like something else was wanted, companionship or familiarity maybe, guys are just that guys, fun to fuck but not much there in substance sometimes. Grace had become fascinated with a woman in her swimming and yoga class, her name was Tiffany.

Tiffany was slim, short and had long brown hair that fell to her waist she wore it in a long braid most of the time. Her eyes a deep green, her skin pale but warm, Grace watches her shower after their swimming and yoga classes.

As the warm water runs down Grace’s body she glances at Tiffany who is showering across from her. Wanting to approach her to stand behind her, slid her long wet hair to one side so that she can lean down and softly kiss her neck, while running her hands around to cup her small soft breasts, that are just enough to fill Grace’s hand.

Grace faces the wall and rinses the soap from her hair and body, she turns off the water and grabs her towel. Grace goes into the dry sauna and sits on the wooden plank bench. She closes her eyes and thinks about Tiffany how she longs to take her into this sauna lay her down and slowly kissed her entire body. Grace’s hand has slipped between her legs and her fingers are gently rubbing along her pussy, she lets out a slight moan. She hears the door to the sauna swoosh open.

“Don’t let me interrupt you,” A soft voice says. Grace opens her eyes and sits up. She smiles warmly at Tiffany who is now sitting alongside her.

Grace clears her throat and then thinks, I wonder what would happen…Without finishing the thought she leaned over towards Tiffany and kissed her square on the lips. She started to pull back, but Tiffany put her hand on the back of Grace’s neck and pulled her in. Grace could feel Tiffany’s tongue slid into her mouth as she kissed her back deeply.

Tiffany let her towel fall and Grace let go of hers, Tiffany ran her hand along Grace’s shoulder and down to her breasts, she caressed Grace’s breasts and then leaned down and sucked on her erect nipple. Grace moaned and ran her hand through Tiffany’s hair.

“Do you want to move this to somewhere more comfortable?” Tiffany asked. Grace just nodded.

The left the sauna, got dressed and ventured to Tiffany’s apartment.

Tiffany rented a small one bedroom apartment on the second floor of a older style building just down from campus. It was small and run down but at least it was convenient, cheap and somewhat clean. Which are all pluses to a college student trying to make it all work.

Tiffany took Grace’s hand and lead her up the narrow stairs to the apartment. She unlocked the door and they entered, there was a couch with dark blue and yellow flowers on it, a dinged up coffee table and a small t.v. sitting on an end table. There were dark sheets hanging across the one large window and a small table with two chairs in the kitchen area. The carpet was the lovely 60’s dark rust shag variety and did nothing to help pull the room together.

“Not much, I know, but it works for now,” Tiffany said as Grace took in the room.

Grace smiled at her. Tiffany put her stuff down and stood in front of Grace.

“Now where were we,” Tiffany took Grace’s hand and leaned in a kissed her. Grace kissed her back and let out a sigh.

“Do you have to be anywhere soon?” Tiffany asked.

“No, I just want to be here,” Grace answered.

Tiffany took Grace into the bedroom. The small room with a full size bed nicely made up with a comforter patterned with purple flowers, a small three drawer dresser and a black floor lamp. Tiffany turned on the lamp, took off her shoes, shirt and jeans.

She stood in front of Grace in her pink satin bra and matching bikini cut panties. Tiffany ran her fingers through Grace’s hair moving it away from her face, she moved in and kissed her gently on the lips.

“I want to taste you, feel you and make you cum,” Tiffany whispered in Grace’s ear. She helped her remove her clothes, they laid on the bed, Grace in her white cotton panties and lace bra.

Tiffany continued to slowly kiss down Grace’s body, down her neck, to her breasts, she undid Grace’s bra and removed it. Then pinched Graces nipples till they were hard and she sucked on them slightly biting at Grace’s erect nipple. Grace moaned.

“A little pain with your pleasure,” Tiffany said as she moved down kissing Grace’s stomach.

When she reached the top of Graces white cotton panties, she pulled them down to Grace’s ankles and off of her. Tiffany gently pushed Grace’s legs apart and moved in between them, running her hands along the inside of her thighs, Grace closed her eyes, wanting what was to come next.

Tiffany kissed Grace’s inner thigh moving up to taste Grace’s pussy. She licked and sucked gently at her, Grace could feel Tiffany’s tongue sliding in and out of her, making her pussy wet and wanting to cum.

Grace moaned and Tiffany pushed deeper into her, making her moan louder. Tiffany slipped two fingers into Grace’s now wet pussy, rubbing along her clit making her moan and push back. Grace had her hands on Tiffany’s head pushing her away and then pulling her in. Tiffany licked and sucked at Grace’s clit as Grace yelled out and came for her, tasting her sweet cum.

Tiffany moved up to kiss Grace. Grace enjoyed tasting herself on Tiffany’s lips. Grace moved and pinned Tiffany to her back in the center of the bed.

“My turn,” Grace said. She kissed Tiffany long, deep and hard, sucking at her tongue.

Grace unfastened Tiffany’s bra and tossed it to the floor, she ran her hands over Tiffany’s breasts caressing and lightly pinching her nipples. Grace ran her hand down to Tiffany’s panties and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Applying more pressure each time, Tiffany moaned and tried to move, Grace held her down, and keep stroking her pussy, making Tiffany quite wet.

Grace moved up and slid her tongue into Tiffany’s waiting mouth.

“Turnover,” Grace told Tiffany.

Tiffany turned over onto her stomach, Grace moved in behind her and pulled her hips up so that she was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. Grace pulled Tiffany’s panties down and slid two fingers into Tiffany’s tight wet pussy. Tiffany let out a moan and pushed back against Grace’s finger.

Grace then smacked Tiffany’s ass, hard.

“Fuck,” screamed Tiffany. Grace then rubbed where she had slapped Tiffany’s ass and slid her fingers back into her pussy. Grace moved her fingers deeper and harder into Tiffany’s now dripping pussy, Tiffany started to moan and beg Grace for more.

“Please Grace, please eat me,” Tiffany begged. Grace slapped Tiffany’s ass again making it bright red, she then moved her over and spread her legs, Grace licked and sucked at Tiffany’s pussy, sliding her tongue back and forth against her clit. Tiffany shuddered and grabbed Grace’s hair.

“Fuck Grace,” Tiffany yelled. She came and Grace enjoyed tasting Tiffany’s cum.

 

Westside Motel

Grace opened her eyes, and tried to focus on the bedside alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00.

“Fuck,” Grace said as she sat up and took in where she was.

Naked on a bed in a crappy motel room, except this time there were two other bodies in the room with her. Two guys laid naked on the bed with her. She looked took in the trashed room and headed to the bathroom.

Grace splashed some water on her face, looked in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. She ran her fingers through her stringy red hair and got into the shower.

While she soaped up and washed off the night’s festivities, the details of last night’s events slowly seeped back to her.

She had gone out to a bar to shoot pool and have a good time, Grace had gotten to a point in her life where she wanted to embrace the now. She felt that her adventuring party days were fleeting. She needed to feed that craving to get her fix that sexual high that drove her more and more.

Grace entered the Late Night Spot around 10 pm, wearing her tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirt. She ordered her usual a beer followed by a shot of Jack. She sized up the room took note of the guys playing pool and made her decision to take at least one of them home. The two guys shooting pool were good looking average mid 40’s and appear to be enjoying their night out. Grace approached the pool table and invited herself to play the winner of the next game.

Grace did what she does best, flirting leaning in over the table, rubbing up against each of them in passing. She won the first set of three games and then challenged them to a best of five. After about two hours of flirting, small talk and four more shots of Jack Grace was more than ready to take one or both of them home.

Grace put her cue down on the pool table and invited the guys back to her motel room. They both agreed. In the parking lot Grace introduced herself to them.

“Grace,” she said as she put out her hand to the first guy.

“Tom,” he said and shook her hand. She then faced the other guy.

“Robert,” he said and also shook her hand.

“You can follow me, there’s a Westside Motel about a mile down,” Grace said and got into her honda.

Tom and Robert got into their truck and followed Grace to the motel. Grace parked in front of room 14 and the three of them entered. Tom a good looking, average guy, made the first move, he stood in front of Grace and kissed her, he slid his hands around her waist and down to her ass and squeezed pulling her into him. Grace kissed him back and could feel his hard cock up against her. She ran her hand down to his crotch and rubbed. Tom let out a moan and ran his hand over her breast, stopping to pinch her erect nipple. She took a step back from Tom and removed her shirt, showing off her dark purple satin bra.

Robert who had been watching all this go down, moved across the room to them and stood behind Grace. He moved her red shoulder length hair to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck while rubbing her shoulders. Grace stepped back into him and could feel his hard cock rub up against her. Grace let out a moan and Tom moved in to kiss her. Tom moved down the front of Grace unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down to her ankles, she stepped out of them. Tom then moved back up her legs kissing the inside of her thighs and removed her pink lace panties. Tom started to lick and suck her pussy.

Robert unfastened Grace’s bra and let it drop to the floor, he caressed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Grace let out a moan and ran her hands through Tom’s hair pushing him deeper into her.

Tom stood up and kissed Grace, she moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Robert took out a bottle of Jack Daniels from a bag of groceries that Grace had gotten earlier. Opened it, took a drink, he then handed it to Grace, she took a drink and handed it off to Tom who also took a hit and put the bottle down on the table. Tom then moved over towards Robert and kissed him. The two guys then shed their clothes and joined Grace on the bed.

Grace laid in between the two of them she kissed Robert and then rolled over to kiss Tom. Grace moved down and took Tom’s hard cock into her mouth. Letting it slide in and out while running her hand up and down his shaft. Robert moved towards Tom and started kissing him. Grace keep sucking till she could taste his pre-cum.

Grace then moved up and straddled Tom’s hips letting his hard cock slide into her wet pussy. She moved back and forth pushing him deep into her. Robert moved up and started sucking on Grace’s erect nipples, he ran his hand down and slid his finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit making her moan. Grace started thrusting harder and faster Tom came deep inside her, Grace leaned back and came.

Grace moved off of Tom, took a seat at the table and took a long drink from the bottle of Jack.

“Do either of you have a cigarette?” she asked.

Robert grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulled out a pack and tossed them to her. Grace lit a cigarette and took a long drag, Robert sat at the table with her and lit one as well. Tom took the bottle of Jack off the table and took a few long drinks. They all sat in silence just breathing. Grace was deciding if she was done or if this was going to go to a next level.

“Does anyone need to be anywhere soon?” she asked. Tom and Robert exchanged glances.

“Not really,” Tom answered and downed another swallow of Jack. Grace smiled.

“Good so who’s up for round two?”

Tom got up and went into the bathroom. Robert stood up in front of Grace, took her hand and led her over to the bed. She laid down on the bed and Robert lowered himself between her legs and enjoyed her licking and sucking her pussy. Grace arched her back and moaned when he slid his fingers into her pussy while he was

sucking on her clit, Grace’s body shuddered as she came. Robert moved up her body kissing and caressing it, he kissed her deeply she could taste her cum on his lips. He moved on top of her and slid his hard cock into her wet pussy. Robert let his cocok slid deep into her and then pulled back teasing her with just the tip, making her squirm under him.

“How badly do you want it?” Robert asked.

“Please, please fuck me,” Grace begged.

Robert grinned at her then thrusted deep into her, fucking her fast and hard. Grace yelled out. Robert stopped and turned Grace over onto her stomach. She moved up to her hands and knees. Tom had come out of the bathroom and was watching, rubbing his erect cock. He moved over to Grace and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly letting him fuck her mouth. Robert was behind Grace rubbing her pussy. He then slowly and gently pushed his cock into her ass, Grace let out a moan, sucking Tom’s cock harder. Robert slid his cock deep into her ass, fucking her slowly. He then slapped her hard on the ass. Grace cried out letting go of Tom.

Tom just looked at Robert and then moved over and kissed him, Tom continued to stroke his cock as Robert fucked Graces ass. Robert came deep in her ass and Tom came watching. Grace collapsed on the bed enjoying the high.

Robert and Tom went to take a shower and Grace fell asleep.

Grace stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and went to find her clothes. She got dressed and left the Westside motel and drove back home to Eric.