Vamps: Human and Paranormal (38 page)

Now, don’t you dare wear those boots of yours.  Your Mother told me she bought you two-inch heels.  What are the colors?”

“Pink, blue, black, red and brown.  One gold with silver weaved through, and then one’s white.”

“Wear the brown.  It’ll go better with the top than the black.”

“Thanks Bess.”

“And Lucy?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t just pull him into the apartment and fuck his brains out when he comes over.  Make him take you out first.”

Sage advice from an expert.

*****

I had two hours to kill.  I didn’t want to chance soiling the top, so I wore the t-shirt I’d been wearing all day.  For a little while I toyed with wearing the pink shoes, but they didn’t go with the top.  Even I could see that.

I moved into the living room to watch TV.  I went to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water.  I was parched and starting to feel overheated.  Watching the bottled water flow from the jug I suddenly thought, I should water Ozzie and Harriet.

I took my glass of water over to the window they both shared and was suddenly struck dumb by what I saw.  Harriet’s fuzzy leaves and pretty bloom were wilted, and Ozzie, though not nearly as limp, had one sinisterly brown frond.

Oh my god, I did it again!

I didn’t even think, I just reacted, like a Mother rushing her sick child down the street to the emergency room.  I grabbed the tops of their hanging baskets and made a run for the door, barely remembering to lock it, almost forgetting to grab my keys first.  I rushed down the steps, not waiting for the elevator.  Once on solid pavement I bolted for Gus’ shop.  He had to be open still.  It was only, five till five!

I got to his door and saw the closed sign, but I also saw him at the cash register, folding a tickertape of register receipts.  I knocked urgently, and though his expression was unpleasant when he first looked up, he got this knowing grin across his handsome mug at the sight of me.

“Almost didn’t recognize you.”  Gus said as he unlocked the door and took Ozzie and Harriet from my shaking hands.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the makeup, the hair.”

“Oh, yeah.”  I felt weird.  He wasn’t for me, yet part of me still felt gooey when he was around.

“I didn’t know until I got a load of the t-shirt.  You’re the only woman I’ve ever seen in a Leonard Skinner t-shirt ... and a faded one at that.”

I laughed at this reference.  Only a gay guy would notice such things. 

“You look really good, though. What’s the big event?”  He wagged his eyebrows.  I’d never seen him so animated and at ease.  If I didn’t know better I’d think he was flirting with me.

“Got a date.”  The look on Gus’ face seemed to cool, which confused me, so I went right to the point.  “But I found these too and kinda panicked.  Can you help me?”

Gus’ eyes looked kind of sad as he looked down at the plants.  “Well, Harriet here needs more light.  Maybe tack her up on the same side of the window as Ozzie.”

I was really impressed he remembered their names.

“As for Ozzie, I’m afraid this frond just isn’t meant to be.  Maybe it’s damaged or has some sort of bug.  Either way, since the rest of him looks healthy, it’s better to just amputate the bad frond so it doesn’t spread to the rest of the plant.”

“Amputate?”  I don’t know why, be it all the rushing around today, or the fact that I didn’t eat yet, but I felt woozy at the word.    Suddenly Gus had hold of me and was setting me down in a chair in the back.  He’d tucked my head between my legs and had something cold against the back of my neck.

As I started to come back from the blackness that had enveloped me I thought: just when I thought I was getting things right...

I leaned up and Gus was squatted down beside me, still holding that cold something to the back of my neck.

“God am I embarrassed!”  I sat up straighter and felt a fuzzy dizziness.

“Did you eat anything today.  Usually girls forget to eat when their going on a date.”  I smiled at his intimate knowledge of women, comforted by it.

“I can’t remember eating anything, so I guess you’re right.”

He took the cold thing from behind my neck, shook it, and opened the cap, then handed it to me.  It was a bottle of orange juice.  “Drink this.  There’s a hot dog stand on the corner, I’ll be right back.”

“Really, don’t go to all the trouble.  I’m fine now.”

The look on his face was finite.  “I’ll be right back.  Don’t get up ... and how do you like your dog?”

I smiled.  “Catsup and relish ... thanks.”

And he was gone.  I sipped at the juice. It was cold and tasted really good, and I started to feel better.  Moments later Gus was back with two dogs.  He handed me mine and I saw his had mustard and onions.

I sat there and ate my dog in silence with Gus.  I’d catch him staring at me, but I was sure he was just evaluating my makeup and hair.  I wasn’t used to it thought.  Straight guys ogled pretty girls that were made up nice.  Gay guys appraised them.

I shuddered at the thought that I was suddenly pretty.  And all because of makeup and styling products.

Gus finished his dog first and threw the paper napkin in the trash can to my left.  “They’ll be okay, Ozzie and Harriet.  I’ll look after them for a few days.  Just come pick them up on Monday afternoon.”

“I couldn’t.”

But Gus shook his head.  “You’re in no condition to deal with them today.  I’ll walk you home and then you can just rest until you’re ...”  He stopped, an uncomfortable look passing over his face.  “Until you date.”  Then there was a flash of that same cool demeanor again.

I didn’t want him to have to walk me to my apartment, but as he helped me to my feet I felt wobbly and decided an escort was preferable to falling flat on my ass on the street.  So I took Gus’ arm -- his rather solid and attractive arm -- and let him lead me out of the shop.

“Which way?”

I pointed to the left.  “Two blocks.”

*****

Chapter
14

I was surprised how wobbly I was until about fifty feet from my apartment building.  I was leaning heavily on Gus strong arm.  But then I started feeling better -- home base must have powers of rejuvenation for me. 

And though I felt fine, Gus insisted on walking me up to my apartment.  I told him there was an elevator, but he insisted, staying by my side until I was safely in my apartment and sitting on my couch.  He raided my refrigerator and found milk to go with the peanut butter captain crunch I had on top of my refrigerator.

He brought me a bowl, and a glass of the grape juice I’d bought last week and had thus ignored.

“You don’t have to do this.  I’m fine.”

“I know ... you just scared me when you started passing out.  Just eat your cereal and drink some juice and I’ll leave you alone.”  He put up his hand and made the Boy Scout sign.  “I swear.”

This guy was funny.  I hadn’t noticed it when he was pointing out how I was killing my plants, but now he made me smile big-time.  Such a shame he’s gay.  I would’ve dated him in a heartbeat.  Maybe I could hook him up with someone from work?  I know two doctors, three nurses and a radiologist that are handsome, single and total baby dolls.

I was about to ask him if he was single when he asked me about my impending date.

“So what’s this guy do?  The one that’s got you so nervous you forgot to eat.”

Another big smile.  I shook my head and crunched down on the last bite of my Captain Crunch.  “He’s a doctor.  Really nice and funny ... and he’s really something in the bedroom.”

It felt like I was talking with Bess there for a minute.  Gay guys are always so great to talk to about your sex life.  But the look on Gus’ face was just not good at all.  He faked a smile ... and then he said I looked fine and to “rest here on the couch for a while.”

He stood up and before I could ask him what was wrong he was gone, closing my front door behind him.

I shook my head in confusion.  He asked about my date, so why did he clam up and split like that.  Then it hit me: he must be on the rebound.  Maybe some guy just dumped him ... maybe it was a doctor that was good in bed.  I’m such a shmuck!

I leaned back and slipped off my shoes and put my feet up.  I wasn’t going to sleep.  I was just going to close my eyes for a minute or two.  But when I opened my eyes it was dark in my apartment.  I reached over and turned on the lamp beside me.  This illuminated the clock on the wall.  Seven forty-five.

Shit!

I jumped up and ran into the bedroom.  I brushed my teeth, sprayed some perfume that Mother had bought me at Macy’s.  God did it smell good.  I’d date me smelling like this.  I swung back into the bedroom and slipped the pair of brown heels on, and then I shucked my t-shirt, pulled my old ugly bra off and put on my new lacy blue one on.  It lifted and separated the girls, even made them look a good cup size bigger.

I flung the pretty gypsy top on over my head and then realized that my hair was messed up.  Nothing big or bad, but enough that I knew I couldn’t fix it.  I pulled out a hair brush and a band, and without touching the front of my hair I smoothed down the straightened hair in the back and then roped it back into a ponytail with a hair band. 

Now why did my hair never look this good all those times I put it into a ponytail?

And that’s when a knocking started at the front door.

I raced out of my bedroom, checking the clock on the wall.  Right on time.  I was freaking lucky he had the good manners not to come early.

I swung open the front door and lost all ability to speak.  There he was, a tight pair of dark blue jeans, a tight chocolate brown polo shirt stretched across his chest, and his milk chocolate eyes dark and burning through my clothes.

Bess’ words came back to me.   “Don’t just pull him into the apartment and fuck his brains out ...”

Okay, that should be easy.  But then he leaned in and kissed me, and though it was short, I could feel this pull, how my flesh started to heat up.  I pulled him in for another kiss, this one deep and lurid. 

Oh god, I thought.  We’re never going to make it out of the apartment.

And we didn’t.  I tugged him into the apartment and started pulling his shirt off over his head, loving how his stomach rippled as my fingers pulled up the fabric of his shirt.

“Maybe we can order in, later?”  he panted as I pulled him toward the bedroom.

“Sounds good.” I had his pants unbuckled, and he had my shirt undone and puddled on the floor, his hands now working on the clasp of my new bra.

As my bra slipped to the floor he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up in a bear hug, crushing my breasts against his chest as he carried me to the bed.

I giggled as my legs curled up in flight.  He was so damn strong.  When he finally set me down on the bed he pulled off my expensive shoes and then started to undo my jeans.  That’s when it hit me I hadn’t changed my panties.  I had on granny underwear!  Cotton, oversized, with little roses and violets on them.

But Luckily Dean wasted no time taking my jeans and panties off separately.  He just pulled them down and off together, tossing them to the floor in a jumble.

Thank god!  

Dean practically jumped out of his jeans, shedding them at the same time.  Then he crawled atop me on the bed, dragging his body over mine until his chest smushed against mine, and his cock rubbed wantonly at my sex.  I latched my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, our mouths sealed in the most delicious kiss.

He pulled away from our kiss long enough to open the drawer to the bedside table and retrieve a shiny foil wrapped condom.  A tear, some rolling and his cock was shining and ready for action.  And he wasted no time, pushing into me and then letting his body weight skewer me as he sank to his balls down into my hungry vagina.

“Oh, god ...”  he gasped as he buried his face into my neck, kissing the flesh like a starving man.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, and ran my hands down the length of his body.  He felt better than he did yesterday.  Guess I was too tired to be nervous anymore ... must just be enjoying myself.    I cupped the flexing orbs of his ass in my hands and he groaned, arching his back and shoving himself into me all the further.

The way he was kissing me, the way his hips rocked slowly in and out of me, it was winding me up like a freaking yo-yo.  I wanted it harder, though I didn’t want the gentle fucking he was giving me to end.

I pulled myself from his lips, finally, and whispered, “Fuck me harder, Dean.  Please.”

He smiled, a blush radiated across his cheeks, discernable even in the dark.

He pulled my legs from around his hips and pulled them up under his arms, bringing my legs up in the air until my knees were on either side of my head.  I was about to complain I wasn’t Rubber Woman, or Elasta Girl, when he leaned all his weight into me again, and I suddenly knew why he’d grappled me around into a pretzel. 

As his cock jabbed into me I felt myself being split wide open.  And I felt his cock butt up against my cervix ... which hurt in a really good way.  Like a jolt of sexual ecstasy with every downward stroke of his body.