Just One Night

Saint Valentine’s Gift

As painful experiences go, Bethany Morris could say she was not having one. She had just been told that her mother had jumped from the top of her apartment building and her brains were currently splattered all over the pavement.

She sat motionless as her father told her the news and all she could think about was the several times her mother had threatened to kill herself. She had finally done it.

As luck would have it, she wasn’t asked to identify the body since they had been living together before the tragic incident. Her selfish, incompetent and crack whore of a mother had left her with rent and bills to pay!

‘Beth, Beth! Are you listening?’ Luke Downing said irritably as he nudged his daughter.

Bethany opened her eyes slowly. Her dad was sitting across from her, in her office looking irritable and like he didn’t want to be there. Bethany scrutinised her dad for the first time in years. He looked good; his face held no tell-tale signs of his age. He was fifty-five years old yet his dark brown hair had few streaks of grey in it, he must be paying his stylist a hell of a lot of money because the cut and the style looked impeccable.

Her father was always impeccably dressed. As she looked him up and down, she found that she hated him, hated him for not taking her away from her mother, hated him for always wanting to be anywhere else but with her, and hated him for being her father.

‘Are you alright Beth?’ Luke said.

Bethany’s eyes snapped up, ‘You do not get to call me that,’ she narrowed her eyes as she continued ‘Why do you care anyway?’

He sighed, ‘I just want to know that you are okay. Your mother just died.’

‘She killed herself,’ she ground out.

‘Yes, that’s true. Now that she is gone, certain things have to change.’

Bethany raised her eyebrows at that, ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that you have to quit this job and come work with me. Or you go back to school.’

Bethany threw her head back and laughed uncontrollably.

‘You’re being rude Beth,’ Luke murmured displeased.

Bethany finally simmered down and looked at him squarely, ‘Oh I’m sorry, does my behaviour repulse you? Certainly not, I believe because as repulsive behaviour goes, you Sir take the award.’

Luke sighed deeply at her remark. His daughter stared back at him, anger, sadness and pain flashed across her face and settled in her beautiful eyes. The beautiful eyes were the only features God deemed fit to take from him and give to her. His beautiful Bethany, a mirror image of her mother except those sea green eyes that reminded one of calm oceans.

He thought of how he would tell her the truth, he thought of how he had to break her heart again. He considered how he would taint the blessed memories she had of her mother and his stomach made an uncomfortable back flip. His throat began to close up and he found it hard to swallow.

He looked around the shabby office Bethany called her own. It was not fit for a homeless person let alone his daughter. The walls were murky and some parts looked like they were rotting under years of mildew. One lonely bulb hung painfully from the ceiling and if he looked closely, he could see that the wire was hanging on by a thread.

She is a great writer. He had read everything she had written, it was terrible that she didn’t want to become famous and make more money from her works. She had chosen to write articles for The Daily Parcel and frankly, it was never going to be enough for her. He could put her on the map and she knows it. But she hates him, he knows she hates him and until the truth comes out, he has to live with the little she would begrudgingly give him.

‘Is there anything else you would like to tell me, Mr. Downing?’ Bethany spat

‘Would you stop with this please?’ Luke said softly, he was not in the mood to fight, that was all he ever did with the two most important women in his life and one was already gone.

Bethany raised both hands in mock surrender and clamped her mouth shut. Luke was surprised and decided to try again at brokering peace between them.

‘I would like you to come live with me,’ he offered.

‘No,’ Bethany replied.

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t think it would be appropriate,’

Luke was losing his patience, ‘Why the hell not?’

‘My mother just died,’ she managed to say, she knew it was a stupid excuse but she wasn’t about to give in so easily. If truly he wanted to make amends, he would need to grovel and eat sand. Even after that, she wasn’t sure she would allow her heart to be broken again.

Luke sat back and gave her a long withering look. As much as he wanted to comfort her in her grief, he knew he had preparations to make for Rhea’s funeral. Rhea may have allowed Bethany to take care of everything, but that is going to end soon.

‘Bethany, I want nothing more than to be there for you,’ Luke began, he reached out to take her hand but she moved it away, he quietly retracted his own and stared at her dead in the face. He wanted her to see the sincerity in his words. ‘I know this is too late and I wish I had the time to explain it all to you now but I have to go and take care of your mother’s body.’

’Why do you have to do it? You really don’t have to do anything. You never did,’ Bethany stated choking on a sob. She hated herself then for being so vulnerable and showing her father that vulnerability.

‘Is that what your mother told you?’ Luke said, there were many things he couldn’t forgive Rhea for, but painting him as a villain before his daughter was the biggest.

‘She didn’t have to tell me anything I didn’t see for myself’ Bethany responded petulantly

‘You –’ Luke began

‘And before you tell me that you wanted to be in my life, let me stop you right there, I wrote you tons of letters growing up. I sent you emails when I learned how to. The first day I saw you, you acted as though I repulsed you. I sent you a copy of my admission letters to college and not one response from you. You had ample time to be in my life but you chose not to be. I don’t see why you want to be in it now.’

Luke stood up and pushed his chair backwards and looked at his daughter. Her delicate shoulders were hunched over and her face fell. He bit back the urge to walk around the desk and lift her onto his lap and hold her. Hold her for the twenty-three years that he hadn’t been able to. He placed his hands in his pocket, she might look downtrodden but she would sure as hell trod on him if he dared come near her.

‘I have to go, you know where to find me,’ was all he said, then he marched over to the door and pulled the makeshift door open and left.

Bethany finally let the tears that she had been holding back fall and fall they did. All over her brand new silk shirt, and over the new article she planned to submit to her boss.

Preston walked by Bethany’s office and watched as she sobbed quietly. His cock hardened. To him, she was the most beautiful creature on earth no matter how ugly she presently looked as her mascara dripped down her eyes and stained her perfectly pale face and as her beautiful green eyes shone with more shed and unshed tears. Now was not the time, soon he would take her, soon he would comfort her, soon he would make her his.

***

‘Are you sure we are not doing too much?’ Vivienne said as she hurried about the house she shared with Jax, trying to put finishing touches to her preparations for Bethany’s arrival. Vivienne and Jax were Bethany’s best friends and the reason Bethany was still alive- if Vivienne was being very honest. People often said they had never seen a more unusual trio; Vivienne with her black skin and goddess-like features, Bethany with her vivid red hair and pale, plain features and Jax with his skinny and athletic build with very long hair and glasses too big for his face.

The three had grown up together. Vivienne and Bethany had become friends on Bethany’s first day as a first grader at Mooreland High. They had both beaten up Suzy Grassbender for incessantly picking on Jax and all three of them had been inseparable ever since.

‘Just leave it alone Viv. You’ve cooked enough food to feed ten starving villages in Africa,’ he drawled lazily as he shifted to make himself more comfortable on the couch. Vivienne rolled her eyes at Jax’s remark. He was the smartest person she knew yet he still made comments as unintelligent as these. She lifted a throw pillow and tossed it at his head and missed, she smiled as he lifted his hand and gave her a sarcastic thumbs up and her heart melted.

He would never know how much she loved him and after so many years, she had come to terms with the fact that it was for the best. Jax would not take it well, he didn’t understand love and didn’t welcome it and Vivienne had exhausted herself trying to show it to him.

Bethany let herself into her best friends’ home and instantly, a whiff of what could only be Vivienne’s cream and corn soup filled her nostrils. Her stomach growled and she realised then that she had not eaten since the day before.

She looked around the dimly lit hallway in surprise, everywhere looked unusually clean. Her best friends weren’t the tidiest people on the planet and she knew that Vivienne had gone through a lot of trouble to ensure that the place was clean enough for her this time. She felt tears well up in her eyes again and she quickly wiped them away. She didn’t want the pity, she didn’t want her friends to look at her in the way they had done for years. This time she wanted release and she was damned well going to get it. First, she needed some of that soup.

She walked in on Jax sleeping on the couch as usual and Vivienne slaving away in the kitchen. Where she loved to be when she wasn’t poring over books or having boobs or cock in her mouth. Her best friend Vivienne was what most people would call a whore. She would prefer the term sexually liberated but Vivienne didn’t care what term was used. She enjoyed sex and she didn’t care whose dick or vagina she lost herself to in that month. At the moment, she entertained a fellow that gave Bethany the creeps; Justin.

Justin was the third son of a wealthy crime lord and this crucial bit of news did not phase Vivienne at all. She enjoyed his attention, his cock and his money, Bethany guessed that was all a girl who had grown up without a family really needed.

The bright yellow studio apartment smelled like a mixture of spices and herbs and Bethany’s mouth began to water.

‘Why don’t you go fix yourself a plate, before your stomach starts to eat you from the inside out,’ Jax mumbled from the couch.

Bethany smiled at her best friend. He wasn’t a man of many words and he had never learned how to use the few words he spoke well. What he lacked in sweet and kind words, he more than made up for in his actions and Bethany loved him for that. He would never know how much and Bethany was done hoping that someday he would see her as more than his red haired best friend.

Jax was adverse to the word love. It was ironic though because he grew up in the most loving household anyone could ever wish for. So that she wouldn’t add him to the list of people that broke her heart, she had turned her attention elsewhere.

She walked over to where he lay and pressed a wet kiss on the part of his face that was visible. He didn’t stir and she tried not to mind. Vivienne was always more chipper and at this turning point in her life, she needed her sweetness.

When she walked into the kitchen, Vivienne immediately dropped the spoon she held and raced over to envelop her in a tight hug.

’I hate to say this but it was about time,″ she said breathlessly.

Bethany smiled, Vivienne had hated her mother and so she was not terribly surprised nor offended by her lack of tact.

‘Maybe, but she has the worst timing ever,’ Bethany grimaced as she tried to release herself from Vivienne’s tight hold. Vivienne smirked knowingly as she placed a soft kiss on Bethany’s lips. Bethany was hungrier than she was horny but she never could resist Vivienne when she wanted to get frisky.

She gave in to the kiss, her nipples perking hard as Vivienne’s soft moans awakened something in her that she liked to keep dormant for the sake of her sanity.

Vivienne suddenly pulled away and tiptoed to look over Bethany’s shoulder. She wanted to make sure Jax was still asleep, more for her sake than anything else. Jax was still in the same position they had both left him and was snoring softly.

She pushed Bethany gently against the fridge and smashed her lips against hers. Working a mile a minute to get the buttons on Bethany’s shirt open. It remained a mystery to Vivienne why her best friend insisted on wearing such drab and unsexy clothes.

Once the shirt was open, Vivienne seized a breast and squeezed hard causing Bethany to gasp. Hands were everywhere as they both wanted the same thing; to cure a lust for something that never seemed to go away.

Vivienne’s hand had travelled to Bethany’s crotch area and was making light work of tearing her pantyhose and panties apart to get to her pussy which was dripping wet and waiting for her. A deep moan escaped her mouth when she forced her fingers into the tight hole. At that moment, Jax coughed and they stilled and waited for what seemed like an hour. Jax could sleep through a snowstorm but he had the hearing of a bat.

Bethany couldn’t wait anymore, she needed the release, ‘Go on please,’ she breathed.

‘As you wish for my lady,’ Vivienne replied huskily.

She dug her fingers in deeper and began to thrust as the both of them fixed their eyes on the couch, hoping for different reasons that Jax would stay asleep till they got what they wanted.

Bethany held on tight to Vivienne as the pleasure began to mount. She moved her waist in rhythm to the hard thrusts.

‘Kiss me,’ Bethany moaned.

Vivienne reluctantly removed Jax from her view and turned her head to kiss Bethany. Bethany’s lips stayed glued to Vivienne’s as she came because if they weren’t she would have screamed and all their secrets would be Jax and the neighbours dinner that evening.

Vivienne moved backwards until she stood in front of the island then she climbed on top of it, spreading her legs wide to show a smooth and shaved cunt.

The lights that had begun to filter into the kitchen through the blinds told them that it was getting dark outside and their night owl of a friend would soon wake up. Bethany knew exactly what Vivienne needed, she bent down to a drawer by Vivienne’s right and retrieved an empty wine bottle. Vivienne was moaning softly as she stroked her soft flesh that were all shades of black and pink. Bethany marveled at the lushness and perfection of the female anatomy as she rinsed the mouth of the bottle.

Vivienne was incredibly wet, when Bethany stood in front of her, she grabbed her and bent her head for a searing kiss. Bethany kissed her back with all the sadness she felt, all the loss she felt and all the unrequited love she had experienced in her life. She held onto Vivienne’s hair and pulled as she assaulted her lips. Vivienne moaned in her mouth, she moaned harder as Bethany slowly began to push the mouth of the wine bottle into her pussy.

They broke the kiss and stared lustfully at each other, Vivienne’s soft and pretty lips forming an O as Bethany continued to push the object into her. Vivienne pulled down the strapless blouse she had on, her breasts popped out. She pulled on her nipples as Bethany began to thrust the bottle in and out, in and out, faster, harder.

Vivienne’s moans were getting louder now, a part of her didn’t care if Jax found them. She wanted to moan and scream out loud with reckless abandon. She wanted this pleasure to never end but she also deeply and desperately wanted her friend. Her waist wound round and round as Bethany rolled and pushed and removed and plunged. Her sex dripped all over Bethany’s hand and the marble.

They looked into each other’s eyes through heavy lidded eyes and laughed as Vivienne felt her body convulse and Bethany felt her friend’s orgasm coming.

‘Oh my gosh, I’m cummin’ Vivienne whispered.

‘Let it go babe, let it go’

Vivienne’s breath came in faster as the pleasure took her to heights she was familiar with, she rose high and then plunged, plunged so deep that she shook violently. Spasms hitting her so hard that she all but collapsed on her friend, breathing hard and trying her best to keep her legs from shaking uncontrollably. She loved the way sex made her feel, she loved the liberating feeling of it and she love that she could have sex with anybody she wanted. Well, almost anybody.

‘How was that?’ Bethany asked as she closed the buttons on her shirt

‘Fair,’ Vivienne replied with a sly grin

‘Pfft, that was the best sex of your life Viv,’ Bethany quipped

‘You only wish it was,’ Vivienne said as she sashayed back to the stove

Bethany’s stomach growled again and she knew she had put off eating for far too long. Her ulcer would kill her if she didn’t eat soon.

Vivienne finished stirring the food and turned around to take a good look at her friend. She watched the look on Bethany’s face change from solemn to anger. She’d hoped that getting an orgasm would ease up the tenseness that was visible in her body but clearly she needed more than that.

‘How are you really?’

‘Hmm? Me? Oh I’m fine,’ Bethany said, she was disoriented and she didn’t need the questions that she knew her best friends would ask.

Vivienne raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and folded her arms. That stance usually had anyone folding; because that meant Vivienne was ready for you and she asked a lot of questions that were bound to get the truth out of anyone in no time.

Bethany sighed, she might as well be out with it, they were bound to find out anyway.

‘My father wants me to quit my job and come work for him and live with him as well,’

Vivienne’s face remained blank

‘I hope you told him where to suck it,’ came a deep, sleepy male voice from behind Bethany.

Bethany turned around and was instantly enveloped in a bear hug by Jax.

‘Nice of you to finally join us Jax Smith,’ Vivienne said

The both of them ignored her as Jax placed sweet, soft kisses all over Bethany’s hair.

‘I am sorry for your loss Beth,’ he cooed.

‘Not much of a loss Jax you know that. I lost her a long time ago,’

‘Still, she was still your mother,’ Jax said as he released her

Bethany shrugged, Rhea had felt less and less like a mother in the last few years of her life. Bethany felt more relieved than loss and she didn’t feel any guilt.

She placed both hands on the tiled walls of Jax’s bathroom and let the hot water rinse out the shampoo in her hair. She had eaten and she felt better but there was still a nagging feeling in her gut. Something was off, there were gaps and potholes in her mother’s sudden suicide but she couldn’t quite figure out what they could be. Had she threatened to kill herself whenever Bethany said she would leave? Yes. Had she caused minor accidents so that she would be ‘bedridden’ and have Bethany fawn all over her? Yes. Had she herself run away multiple times only to turn up one to three weeks later with an apology and a promise to do better? YES.

Rhea Morris had been a flight risk, everyone knew that but she had never really been a danger to anyone, not even to herself, until now.

She heard the shower door open and then felt strong arms circle her waist. She leaned into them, savouring the feel of him as he held her, loving the way his hard member poked her back, calling to her, begging her.

‘Do you mind if I join you Beth?’ Jax murmured seductively in her ear. Like he needed to ask

She shook her head and he smiled against the ear he had started to nibble on.

Slowly, he caressed the front of her body, gently rubbing the parts of the skin that still had soap on them. His big hands gathered her breasts in them, he dipped his head so that he could kiss and nibble on her neck causing her to moan.

He pushed her against the wall suddenly and raised both her hands in the air then he held them there with one hand while his other hand played with the little hair on top of her clitoris. She arched her back into him to give him more access. He groaned as his fingers found her wetness, made incredibly wet by the shower she had been having before he joined her.

He began to lovingly stroke the soft lips while his head moved to the side of her head; from her ear down to her neck and back up again in frantic, lust filled movements.

‘Take me now Jax’ Bethany begged

‘Not now my sweet,’ Jax said as he continued his measured caresses on her labia, ‘I want you to enjoy this.’

Bethany felt like she would collapse with need. She wanted him, she wanted him so badly. He turned her so that her back was facing his front side.

They hadn’t had sex since the first time after she had cried herself to sleep in his arms when she had sent her father her University admission letters and had received no response from him.

She had woken up in the middle of the night with his hard dick pressed to her back like it was now and he had proceeded to take her virginity, slowly, painfully and most pleasurably. She had stayed with him for the rest of the week but he hadn’t touched her like that again until now. She had ached for him every day and all she had gotten were a few soft kisses anywhere but her lips or pussy and warm hugs.

She pushed her back into him more and moaned as he picked up the pace. Both hands were splayed on the wall while her waist moved to his torturous rhythm.

‘Jax’ she sighed

‘Mmmm?’

He turned her face towards his and bent to kiss her to quell any further sounds from her. He wanted her willing and wanting her more but he wanted her quiet.

He loved his best friend, but she talked too much and right now, he just wanted to cum. He also wanted her to cheer up and if the last time they fucked was any indication, his dick seemed to do the trick.

He lifted his head from hers and looked deep into her eyes, she was ready. He smiled at her and her cheeks reddened, actually reddened. Jax’s smile grew wider, he had never seen Bethany blush!

‘Come Beth, come sit on my dick’ Jax said

Bethany opened her eyes, ‘what?’

Jax didn’t respond, he took her hand and guided her out of the shower and to the toilet seat where he sat down. He looked up at her, ‘Now you sit.’

‘Where?’

‘On my dick,’ Jax chuckled. He held out his hand to her again, ‘You’ve never ridden a man before?’

Bethany shook her head

’Well, allow me the honour of being another first,’ he pulled her down and she straddled him.

‘Kiss me,’

Bethany didn’t have to be told twice. If there was anything she loved about making love to Jax it was kissing his soft, succulent lips. She had dreams of those lips and what those lips had done to her. She had only one other lover; Kenneth the Lawyer as Vivienne liked to call him. Kenneth didn’t like kissing, in fact, Kenneth didn’t like to do a lot of things that didn’t involve shoving his dick in pussy and cumming before his partner had time to enjoy the sex. Kenneth had been disappointing to say the least and Bethany was not sad when he got a job on the other side of the country.

Jax trailed his fingers up and down Bethany’s back as he kissed her passionately, massaging pressure points and trying to release the tension. Bethany raised her head and moaned aloud as relief overtook her body, press after delicious press.

It suddenly occurred to her that she was making a lot of noise. ‘Where’s Viv?’

Jax frowned, ‘Way to ruin the moment Beth’ he murmured

‘No seriously, you know she can’t find out about us,’

‘I still don’t know why. She is not our mother,’

‘Jax seriously,’

Jax leaned forward and grabbed a nipple with his teeth and tugged gently. ‘She is out with that guy, what’s his name?’

‘Justin,’ Bethany sighed amidst moans, ‘so we shouldn’t expect her back tonight then.’ Bethany smiled inwardly, she loved her best friend but she wanted this man before her. She wanted him now that it seemed her world was imploding. She wanted him every day of her life. It would kill her if she found out about Jax and Bethany and she could not let that happen. Vivienne was in love with Jax, everyone except Jax could see that. Bethany could get over Jax not having the same feelings for her but she knew that Vivienne would never get over Jax choosing to fuck her instead.

While her mind was elsewhere, Bethany felt the sharp intrusion of Jax’s thick, hard member. She moaned long and slow as she settled down on him, taking all of him in.

She felt him everywhere, filling her up and her moans grew louder as she instinctively began to move.

‘There you go baby, ride that fucking dick,’ Jax groaned. He held onto her arse tight as she moved on him.

Her head flew back in ecstasy as wild sensations filled her body.

Jax pumped in and out as Bethany rode faster and faster. Sweat and water from the shower lubricating them and making it all the more easier to fuck her.

He stood up, with great difficulty as Bethany was on the heavy side, and carried her to his bed. He laid her down gently as though she would break and immediately claimed her mouth.

The kiss was slow and languorous. Bethany wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Their bodies were melded together as they kissed.

They moaned together as Bethany found Jax’s cock and pushed it into her and he began to move slowly, torturously slowly again as though he wanted her to beg. And beg she did.

‘Don’t stop, Jax please,’ she breathed as she moved in tandem with his slow movements, ‘please.’

Jax picked up the pace, pushing in deeper and deeper and swallowing her moans with kiss after kiss after kiss.

‘I’m cumming,’ she whispered, ‘I’m cum –’

He felt her body tremble and her walls tighten as she came with a force that he’d never seen before. He wasn’t too far behind, he kept going, pounding so hard that any moment now her insides would erupt.

He quickly pulled out his dick, and let out a low animalistic growl as he came all over her stomach. He reached out to and pulled the wipes he kept on his bedside table and cleaned her up.

He looked up at her, she had fallen asleep just like the last time. He smiled, then gave her a light kiss on her forehead and this time, left her alone.

Bethany woke up alone, with the harsh sun forcing its way through Jax’s thick curtains. Jax hadn’t slept in the room with her which left her dismayed.

She stretched her body, remembering the bittersweet activities of the day before. The day had ended well but the reality was that her mother was still gone. Her phone rang and she glanced at it with irritation. She had heard it ring at least five times as she tossed and turned in the bed.

She ignored the phone again and looked around the large room, taking in Jax’s personal space. As was typical of anything Jax, it was a mixture of grey and black; colours he wore nine times out of ten. The miniature paintings on the wall were his and rather than showcase his talent in a gallery, he had them framed and hung all over his house.

She didn’t miss his clothes that were strewn all over the place, especially the ones he had on the night before. Bethany smiled as she thought of how much he must have been in a hurry to come and fuck her. Her pussy throbbed and she resisted the urge to touch herself.

She needed no, she was expected to go home. Bethany was always one to do what people expected of her, except of course when it came to her father.

She got up quickly and freshened up. She took her time to bathe and brush her teeth, wanting to prolong going back home as long as she could. When she came out of the bathroom, she found some of Vivienne’s clothes pressed and folded for her on the bed.

I took the liberty of getting some clothes for you. Vivienne didn’t come home last night. Going to work. See you, J.

Bethany smiled warmly but couldn’t help tearing up a little. She needed to remember that her friends had their own lives to live and though they may want to drop everything to be with her, they needed to make a living. Well Jax did, only God knew what part of the world Vivienne was at the moment.

She quickly donned the sky blue blouse and navy blue skirt, Vivienne’s trousers would never fit properly, though she was as curvy as Bethany, she was shorter. She went out in search of her handbag.

There was an eerie silence in the flat as she made her way through. Jax had all the curtains closed as was typical of him, she picked up her bag, found the keys to both her house and Jax’s and left.

The drive home was slow. She couldn’t bring herself to feel sad or melancholic about the prospects of seeing her mum’s empty room. She had seen it empty many times before, but this time, her mum wasn’t coming home, ever. All she felt was anxiety, she placed a hand on her chest hoping it would quell the growing tightness she felt there.

She was close to home when she saw a fancy car parked in front of her apartment building. No one in her block owned that car. She squinted and was able to make out that it was a Mercedes C-Class.

‘What the fuck is he doing here?’ she growled as she parked her car behind the Mercedes. She got down and marched towards it, her fists clenched and her face red with fury.

The first and last time he came here, he was warned never to come back.

The rear window was wound down as she stared and waited, huffing and puffing like a wolf that was threatening to blow his car away.

‘Hello Bethany, good to see you,’ Luke Downing said in his usual drawl. If he noticed the anger radiating from his daughter, he didn’t show it.

‘Why.Are.You.Here? ’

‘I have come to collect my daughter from this hell hole,’ he replied, gesturing towards said hell hole.

‘I said I would not be going anywhere with you,’

‘You would rather live here by yourself? How would you continue to pay rent?’ Luke said with barely concealed shock

’Who do you think has been paying the rent dad?’ Bethany ground out

This time Luke couldn’t hide the shock and before he could help it, shock morphed into pity. Which was a big mistake because if he knew anything about his daughter, it was that she didn’t take kindly to pity.

‘I see you didn’t sleep here last night, where were you?’

‘Obviously that is none of your business,’ Bethany growled

‘I am making it my business Beth. You are still my child,’ Luke said firmly.

Bethany let out a frustrated groan and marched again away from the car and towards the building.

As she fumbled around with the keys, she heard the car door open and shut and soon after a shadow darkened the doorstep.

‘I don’t want you here,’ she grumbled

‘I know but I need to be here,’ Luke said

She turned around to face him, ‘And why is that? Why now?’

‘Bethany, there is so much you don’t know. So much to discuss but we have to bury your mother first.’

‘I can bury my mother, thank you,’ Bethany replied as she turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She pushed it in, wanting to slam the heavy door in her father’s face but he was too quick for her.

He quietly followed her up the stairs to the third floor where her flat was, not saying a word. She was grateful for that, she didn’t have it in her to keep arguing.

Her apartment was cold and dreary when she opened the doors. All the blinds were shut and the lights were out. She felt the wall for where she knew the light switch to the small living room was and turned it on.

Luke looked around in disgust at his daughter’s living conditions. The place was clean and tidy, not a speck of dust to be seen anywhere but it was also shabby and worn. Luke’s chest constricted as he cursed his stubborn ex-wife inwardly.

He stood awkwardly at the door, not moving a muscle. He felt that with his big frame, should he sit anywhere, that piece of furniture might just collapse.

Bethany noticed his awkward stance and chuckled dryly, ‘don’t worry, the sofa won’t cave in, sit down.’

Luke gave her a half smile and slowly inched towards the nearest sofa and sat down gingerly at the edge of it. Bethany shook her head and rolled her eyes at his behaviour and walked away towards her mum’s bedroom.

Rhea’s door had been left ajar, which Bethany found unusual as her mum’s door was always tightly shut whether she was in or out of it. The curtains in the room had been drawn which was another thing that was odd. Her mum, like her best friend Jax, liked to live in darkness. Bethany had never seen the curtains in this room drawn, she did a quick scan of the small, messy room and nothing seemed out of place. But a piece of pink paper on the dresser caught her eye, she walked towards it and peered at it. It was folded into two and Bethany hesitated a while before she picked it up and opened it.

Spread my ashes on Valentine’s day – Rhea

Bethany’s eyes widened, was this a suicide note? What did this all mean? She ran back to the living room to her father. He was on the phone but quickly hung up at the look on her face.

‘What is it Beth?’ he said standing up and inching towards her

‘I found this in her room,’ she responded, shoving the note in her father’s outstretched hand.

He looked down at it and his eyes widened in shock as well, he felt for the chair he had just gotten up from and slowly sat down. He lowered his head into his hands and pulled on his neatly styled hair. Bethany had never seen her father so frazzled and she was at a loss of words.

When he hadn’t spoken after a couple of minutes, she cleared her throat. Luke looked up, his eyes brimming with tears.

‘What does this mean?’ she said curtly

‘It is a suicide note,’ Luke replied bending his head again

‘I gathered, why Valentine’s day?’

No response

‘It’s not her handwriting,’ Bethany whispered

Luke’s head snapped up, ‘What did you say?’

‘I said, that is not her handwriting. She has written me enough goodbye notes for me to know that she didn’t write that.’ Bethany said, sitting down and crossing her arms.

Luke stood up abruptly then and murmured ‘I’ve got to go,’ and before Bethany could say another word, Luke was out of there in a flash. She wasn’t surprised by his behaviour, she was however surprised by that bit of emotion he had displayed over the note. She was confused, she didn’t like being confused.

She stood up and walked back to her mother’s room, there had to be something there, a clue of some sort that would reveal why her mum had asked to be buried on Valentine’s Day. Bethany knew it wasn’t her mum’s birthday or her dad’s, she knew also that the handwriting didn’t belong to her mother. She was deep in thought and going through her mother’s things, she didn’t see the dark, hooded figure that passed the room she was in and quietly left the house.

Bethany was exhausted. She had searched every nook and cranny of her mum’s room and found nothing else that seemed out of place. She sat on the floor and rested her back against the wall, her pussy began to throb again and this time she listened to it, she spread her legs wide and pushed her panties aside and began to rub her clit slowly, the way she liked it. At intervals she would place her moist fingers in her mouth and suck on them before rubbing her clit, she closed her eyes and pictured Jax naked, his skinny yet athletic build making her drool, his thick member doing wicked things to her.

‘Jax, oh Jax’ she whispered breathlessly as she fastened her pace, the pleasure building up at each stroke of her fingers. She finally came with a long moan and stilled, wanting more but happy with the momentary pleasure.

‘You really need to lock your doors if you’re going to be doing that,’ a voice said, making Bethany jump out of her reverie.

She turned and looked up to see Vivienne standing by the doorway with a smirk on her face and raging lust in her eyes.

‘Viv,’ Bethany breathed ‘what are you doing here?’

‘Justin and I broke up,’ Viv shrugged

Bethany rolled her eyes, ‘Of course.’

Vivienne walked into the room and looked around before she placed her bag on the floor next to the bed. She silently walked over to Bethany and knelt before her. Bethany knew what she needed and didn’t hesitate to give it to her because she needed it too. Vivienne because she was horny as all hell, she had gone with Justin for a night of meaningless sex but had ended up having a row with him which had her leaving and driving all the way home for most of the night and Bethany because the emotions creating havoc in her were threatening to send her to a psych ward. She enveloped her in a hug that soon turned into a needy kiss. The kiss was hungry and demanding and their hands soon found each other’s pussies. They moaned in each other’s mouths as they plunged into their wet walls. Vivienne suddenly broke away and dragged Bethany up from the floor with her to the bed.

She ignored the mess on top of it and pushed Bethany on top, then climbed the bed and turned so that they were in the 69 position.

‘Eat my pussy hard babe, make me scream’ Vivienne groaned as she bent her head to do the same.

She ate Bethany’s pussy with all the vexation and unease she felt. Bethany ate hers with all the pain she was beginning to feel. Their moans were loud as they licked and pulled and sucked and bit. Bethany rubbed Vivienne’s clit at the same time as Vivienne’s fingers swirled inside Beth. One finger, then two fingers then three causing Bethany’s waist to writhe in response.

‘Fuck!’ Bethany groaned.

‘You like this babe?’

Bethany sighed ‘Yes!’ her eyes shut tight as her body shook.

‘How about this?’ Vivienne said as she forced her fist into Bethany’s pussy.

‘Oh God! Yesss!’

Vivienne continued to fist her, while she wound her waist on top of Bethany’s face.

‘Make me cum,’ Vivienne begged.

Bethany sucked her meat harder, licking and sucking, one finger going in and out as she sucked. She felt Vivienne’s walls tighten at the same time that hers did and they both let out a slow, guttural moan and as they came. Vivienne rubbed her juices all over Bethany’s face before she came down and lay next to her. She put her wet fingers in Bethany’s mouth while she began to lick her juices off Bethany’s face.

This made Vivienne horny again but she suppressed it. She needed out of this room first, it made her shudder to think that they had just fucked on Bethany’s dead mum’s messy bed.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ Vivienne said, dragging Bethany off the bed.

She pulled her towards the living room and sat down with her on the sofa Bethany’s father had recently vacated.

‘What is going on? I saw your dad outside.’ Vivienne said as she squeezed Bethany’s breast gently, she placed a forefinger and thumb in her mouth to wet them a bit then began to rub Bethany’s nipple. A sigh escaped Bethany’s lips and she laid her head back. This was one of those moments where Vivienne just wanted to play with her and she wanted to let her. There was nobody to walk in on them.

‘He wanted me to come home with him again,’ Bethany sighed ‘I said no’

Vivienne’s hand had moved to the other breast and was caressing it gently, ‘Is that why he left in such a huff?’

‘No, we found my mum’s suicide note,’ Bethany replied turning her face to Vivienne’s

‘Oh’ was all Vivienne could say, she didn’t know what else was appropriate.

‘It wasn’t her handwriting Viv,’

Vivienne’s hand stilled, she sat up straight and looked intensely at her best friend.

‘What are you saying Beth?’

‘I am saying that it appears that my mum fell from the top of this building but she didn’t leave that suicide note. Somebody else did,’ Bethany said, believing it now that she had said it out loud.

Vivienne laid back against the sofa, ‘This is wild.’

‘I know’ Bethany replied, her voice small as the realisation dawned on her.

‘What did your dad say to that?’

‘Nothing, he got all emotional and left,’ Bethany said indignantly

‘Why?’

The note said, “Bury my ashes on Valentine’s day”. I have no idea why,’

Vivienne straddled Bethany then, ‘It’s gonna be okay. Your mum was probably shaken as she wrote the note, you know how it is when you’ve made such a big decision like that,’

‘No. I really don’t. I haven’t killed myself before Viv,’

Vivienne chuckled, ‘You know what I mean.’

‘Just shut up and kiss me,’ Bethany murmured, raising her head to claim the kiss just as Vivienne’s head came down to hers.

***

Preston watched Bethany for a long time after her long conversation with her father. He was growing to dislike Bethany’s father because he made Bethany angry all the time. There was nothing he wanted more than to clobber the son of a bitch. But he had to be patient, Bethany had to be okay before he removed her father from her life. He was bad for her, surely she knew that.

He watched her take out a boob while she spread her legs wide for all the world to see. He stifled a groan as he watched her place a finger, wet with saliva, in her pussy and fucked herself.

‘My God, woman!’ he murmured to himself.

His cock had risen the moment he looked at her – as it tended to do anytime she was near – and it hadn’t come back down since. He looked around, it was almost midnight and there was no one else about. He had bidden farewell to the Janitor a good hour ago. Satisfied that they would not be caught, he whipped out his cock and began to stroke it. It hardened even more as she moaned softly.

It fascinated him that she didn’t seem to care if anybody was around. He wondered if she did this often and his cock pulsed in excitement at the thought. She was moaning louder now and visibly trembling as she came, her mouth slightly open and her eyes shut. He was tempted to go in and give her just what she needed instead, he held fast to the door jamb as he stroked himself harder watching her blissful face and the fingers she now had in her mouth.

The next time he came, he wanted it to be in her, on her and all over her. He wanted her to lick his cum, swallow his cum and beg for more. He wanted her to scream, to thrash and he wanted those tears, those tears she shed for people that didn’t appreciate her to be for him.

He quickly shoved his cock back in his trousers when he saw her get up and pack up her things.

He quickly cleaned his hand with his handkerchief and tossed it in the bin by a cubicle. He needed to be near her, to smell her and so he knocked on her door and walked in before she could answer.

She turned quickly and her face turned into a radiant smile. She was always happy to see him and it made him happy. It made him want to kill everyone that made her unhappy, it made him want to whisk her off somewhere where she would always smile at him like that.

‘Still here Preston?’ she said

‘Yeah, I had a report to copy’ he smiled back at her, ‘took me the whole night.’

‘I see,’ she said. The same smile still plastered on her face. Did she really?

‘Here is the report you asked for yesterday, I just got around to it,’ he said, handing her a stack of papers. He made sure their hands touched and when they did, he felt something spark inside him and he hoped she did too. He gazed at her, checking to see if she felt anything. Her face was blank and her eyes showed no emotion. The smile she had given him didn’t reach her eyes.

That would change soon, he thought.

There was an awkward silence before Bethany cleared her throat, ‘Well, I have got to go,’ she said, swinging her handbag absentmindedly from side to side, ‘remember, it’s my mum’s funeral the day after tomorrow. I hope you can make it.’

Then she left.

Bethany walked slowly towards her car on the chilly November night. Oblivious, as usual, of sounds and things going on around her. She didn’t see the hooded figure that stood in the shadows watching her every move. Watching her as she made a phone call to her best friend Jax, watching her as she threw her head back in mirthless laughter, watching her as she got into her beat up truck and drove away.

***

Rhea Morris had lived a very short and troubled life. She had started out as Miss Mooreland County and then met the man of her dreams but all her happiness and achievements went down the drain when she discovered that she wasn’t the woman of his dreams. She then became the woman hopelessly scorned. Her life had gone downhill from then on.

Bethany didn’t know what she hoped to find two days earlier when she ransacked her mother’s room but it wasn’t what she had found hidden carefully in her bedroom closet. She had gone in there to look for something to wear to her mother’s funeral and found a carefully concealed box. Inside was a huge wad of cash, some expensive looking jewellery and a small book that looked like a journal. She opened the book and an envelope fell out of it.

She had been poring over the letter all morning and for the first time since her mother died, a wave of grief came over her and she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

***

It was a sparse turnout. Rhea Morris should have had a lot of friends, she was a beauty queen in her early twenties and had married one of the most eligible bachelors. It would be proper for the whole community to come to her funeral. But when you fall so far from grace, not even the chimney sweeps want to bid you farewell.

Bethany walked up to the podium once she was introduced to say a few words about her mother. She walked slowly up the aisle. There was a dead silence and the sound of the click-clacking of her heels felt like needles piercing the skin.

When she got up behind the lectern, she stood with her back straight and her shoulders squared and looked at the less than twenty people in attendance one by one before she took a deep breath and spoke. ‘My mother was a lying bitch,’ she began. She ignored the quiet gasps of the audience. She looked at Jax at that moment and the lazy smile he gave her emboldened her more.

‘My mother lied and stole and lied some more every day of her pitiful life. She was no beauty queen, she was a witch,’ she said. She was surprised at how even her voice was as she spoke.

Her father made to stand but she held a hand to stop him. She glared at him and smiled.

‘I now know that you did your best, but your best wasn’t good enough. You left me with her when I wasn’t even hers to take and I will never forgive you for that,’ she turned to look at the beautiful urn her father had bought to place her mother’s ashes in then she turned to her right to look at the picture of her mother that stood a bit lopsided on a stand.

‘I hope you burn in hell,’ she said clearly before she turned back to her stricken audience, smiled and made to walk down. Jax was immediately by her side leading her down the steps.

‘I need a moment alone please Jax’ Bethany said quietly after he had escorted her down the aisle.

‘Sure,’ he said before he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

She squeezed his hand gently and then walked away blindly, not knowing where she was going but walking as far away from her mother as she could. The words in that godforsaken letter kept jumping out at her, “He cheated on me, with my baby sister!” “We couldn’t have kids” “When I held you, I had to have you” ’I made a deal with him” “My silence or his reputation” “We never saw her again” “Until recently”

She opened the nearest door and found herself in a brightly lit room filled with robes and vestments. She shut the door with a bang and leaned against it, breathing in and out as carefully as she could. While she tried to calm herself, there came a knock on the door.

She wiped away the tiny tears that had formed and tried her best to put herself together.

‘Who is it?’ her voice came out croaked and she closed her eyes in embarrassment.

‘It’s me. Let me in’ came a man’s voice on the other side of the door.

She frowned, she didn’t quite recognize the voice but the sooner she opened the door and told the person to go away, the sooner she would be alone again with her thoughts.

She yanked the door open to reveal her colleague Preston on the other side. Her eyes lit up.

‘Oh Preston! How nice of you to attend’ she wasn’t sure where the enthusiasm was coming from but she was glad to see a friendly face.

He smiled in response, ‘That was quite the speech you gave back there.’ He came closer and she stepped back, inadvertently giving him room to come in and he did.

She shrugged and turned around and walked inside the room, hugging herself as though she was cold, ‘the truth came out when I least expected it to and it had to be said.’

He watched her retreating back, she looked so damn delectable in her black sequined dress. She looked like she came to a disco and not her mother’s funeral. He wanted to peel the sexy dress off her body and give her an orgasm after a delicious orgasm.

Now her shoulders were slumped and there was sadness radiating off of her. He didn’t like it at all. He wanted so much to take her away from all of this, he could but he didn’t want to do it when she would be kicking and screaming. He chose instead to walk toward her and gently place a hand on her shoulder.

‘It would all be fine Bethany,’ he squeezed the shoulder gently, ‘trust me?’

She patted his hand that rested on her shoulder, ‘You don’t seem so sure yourself.’

He chuckled and she turned around to look at him, she looked into his eyes and was amazed at the blatant lust she found there. It seemed as though it was consuming him from the inside out. She

didn’t know what propelled her forward, she knew she would regret this later but sadness always made her do the silliest things.

She leaned closer to him, placing her lips on his and waited to see if he would take the bait. Preston let out a muffled groan before he bent to claim her lips. He groaned again, this time a bit louder as the taste of her filled his senses.

He gathered her in his arms and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue in and sighing inwardly as she moaned her pleasure. This was it, he was here and she wanted this. He couldn’t believe his luck!

He walked with her until her back touched the table he had spied earlier and he nudged her on top of it. As she sat, her short dress became even shorter. He wanted to take his time but he knew that anyone could come looking for her soon. In fact, they already had when he slipped past them to come find her himself. He didn’t have much time and he needed to enjoy every bit of her beautiful body.

While they kissed, Bethany reached behind her and pulled down her zip. Preston helped her to pull it all the way down to reveal her breasts which she hadn’t bothered to tuck into a bra. He bent down immediately and began to devour them one by one. Bethany‘s hands holding his head hard against her breast and her mouth quietly egging him on.

‘I want to fuck you so hard,’ he said in between tugging a nipple with his teeth, ‘I want to rip you apart with my dick Beth and I want you to beg me never to stop.’

‘Yes, oh fuck, yes!’ she wanted all that and more and couldn’t believe she wanted it from Preston, he was practically a stranger, though they had worked together for almost three years.

He raised his head from her breasts and looked at her, she shuddered at the hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he had just sighted his prey and was on the hunt and it made her wetter.

He grabbed her head and smashed his lips against hers again while she hurriedly tried to undo his trousers, when she finally had his cock in her hands, she stroked gently as the kiss turned hungry and demanding.

Just then the door swung open and Jax sauntered in. The pair immediately sprang apart and Preston glared at Jax.

‘This room is occupied if you already can’t see that,’ he growled

’Oh don’t mind me, I love to see my best friend happy,’ Jax drawled, a sly grin on his handsome face. Bethany narrowed her eyes at Jax all the while trying to act like she needed to cover herself from him.

‘Well you can see her happy when we are done,’ Preston argued

‘Oh I don’t think so,’ I am here for the show. Please continue,’ Jax said, he wasn’t smiling anymore which made Bethany shudder.

Preston turned to look at her, he needed to know if she was comfortable with it. Her so called best friend didn’t look like he was going anywhere except he was physically removed and Preston was to fucking horny to move an inch. Bethany shrugged in response and that was all Preston needed apparently because he leaned forward and took her lips again.

Bethany grabbed Preston’s cock that had remained erect from the moment she unzipped his pants and guided it towards her entrance. She moved closer and he moved in so that he could slide in better and she gasped as he slid slowly in then he pulled out and slammed back in again, making her gasp again. He continued this while his lips and tongue did dirty things to her.

Jax stood up and walked over to them, standing on the side so that he could see Bethany better. He whipped out his cock and stroked as he watched her face contort with different emotions, pain, pleasure, pain and pleasure again. He reached out and grabbed one breast and squeezed hard as Preston continued to slam his cock in and out of her.

Her moans rose an octave and the noise threatened to expose them all so Preston bent his head to kiss her. She kissed him back with a ferocity that she didn’t know she possessed. She wound her arms around his neck melding her body to his as her body shook with the many sensations it was feeling.

‘Beth, do you want me to come in?’ Jax whispered hoarsely as he watched her. She stopped kissing Preston and turned to look at him and smiled.

‘I thought you’d never ask’

Preston watched as the smile he thought she reserved for him spread across her face for this Jax. She was in love with him? He wondered. Very well, one problem at a time.

He graciously moved back so that Bethany could come down from the table. There was a loud plop sound from when his member disengaged from her pussy and he suddenly felt so cold. He watched as Jax lay some robes and vestments on the floor and when he was done, his arms circled her waist from behind and then bent low so that his mouth was by her ear, ‘Happy Valentine’s day Beth.’ She smiled and turned her mouth up to his and he opened his to receive her. They both went down together to the floor where the makeshift bed laid, never once breaking the kiss.

Preston bent to lick her nipples with flicks of his tongue making Bethany moan in Jax’s mouth. Jax’s hands were everywhere else, caressing her skin gently and carefully as though she would break.

Bethany had had enough, she wanted someone’s cock inside her and she wanted it now.

‘Can someone fuck me please? Like now?’ she breathed.

Jax and Preston exchanged a quick knowing look. Jax released his hold on Bethany and laid down with his back touching the ground. He guided his dick towards her entrance and then gave Preston the signal to do the same.

‘Wait, what do you –’

‘I promise this won’t hurt that much Beth,’ Jax cooed

‘We will stop if it does,’ Preston coaxed, he had no intention of stopping, he finally had her and he was going to have her till he couldn’t have her anymore.

‘Okay,’ she murmured gingerly

Jax didn’t waste any time, he slowly pushed himself in and began to thrust. Preston watching her face for any sign of difficulty pushed himself in as slowly as he could. She had just taken in the tip when a long moan escaped her lips and it nearly drove him crazy. He pushed in more and a bit more until he was halfway in and began to thrust.

She thrashed and writhed as both men fucked her. Jax was taking it slowly while Preston, try as he might, pumped in harder and faster.

‘Oh my. Oh my. Oh my!’ she moaned as both men went in hard.

Beads of sweat began to form on Preston’s forehead and soon they dropped on her making her body slick. Preston bent to lick his sweat off her skin.

‘You like these hard cocks in you?’ he growled as he rode faster.

‘Yes, oh yes!’ she managed

‘Come for us Beth,’ Jax murmured, his head resting on her shoulder.

Both cocks pounded her till her legs began to shake violently, ‘I’m cumming’ she sighed, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m cumming’

They pumped faster now. She didn’t know anyone could go that fast and soon her whole body felt like it was swimming amidst clouds then she immediately crashed down to earth as she came with a loud guttural moan. Both men pulled out and were delighted to see that she was on all fours waiting for the final part of the gift.

Jax and Preston pumped their cocks in their hands before Bethany took over. She spat on both hands before she stroked both cocks. Moaning as she did so.

Soon after, both men’s cocks swelled and released mighty shots of cum all over her face and breasts. She welcomed the onslaught with her tongue hanging out and took in as much as she could. The animalistic growl that came from both of them as their cum poured had her nipples hardened again,

Jax was the first to recover. He quickly gathered his pants and jacket and put them on, ‘I better go make sure that no one suspects a thing while you guys err finish up,’ he said. He winked at Bethany and gave a slight nod to Preston before he disappeared out the door.

Preston picked a robe up off the floor and began cleaning Bethany up with it. ‘I want you again,’

‘Me too, meet me at mine at nine?’ she said then she pulled him in for another hot kiss.

Luke Downing had had his fair share of failures but his greatest failure sat burned to ashes inside an urn in his hands. His life had taken a great turn after he’d said “I do” to Rhea and he couldn’t kick himself enough for the part he played in it.

He opened the urn and peered inside. He knew her so well, she wouldn’t have wanted to be buried in the ground and years later be nothing but dry bones in the earth, forgotten and neglected. She would have wanted to fly one last time in her ashes, spread in her favourite place; the place where they both met. And that was where he took her.

He’d loved her once but that love had gotten him into so much trouble. Now he just wanted to be rid of her.

He sighed as he turned the urn and its contents over into the River Strade and watched as her ashes were blown away with the wind before some of it rested on the still waters.

‘Maybe now you will finally be at peace Rhea’ he murmured as he closed the urn.

The hooded figure watched Luke Downing from its hiding place, shaking with rage.

Soon, Luke would suffer and the figure couldn’t wait because his suffering would be long-lasting.

THE END