THE STATEMENT.
Posted by Barbanne on March 20, 2004 at 22:53:55:
THE STATEMENT.
I have to get this down.
Someone else has to know.
Maybe, maybe.................Oh, I dunno!
I loved Sondra Hepple. I loved her more than I care to admit.
Sondra!
She was tall, about one seventy three centimetres and she was slim, but with a great figure. Firm breasts, (a little small but nice) flaring hips and a superb ass and the shapeliest legs that went on and on forever. She was really pretty and she had shoulder length blonde hair, thick and wavy and she didn't have to do anything but run a comb through it, and she looked fabulous. Didn't matter what she wore she looked a million dollars. Mind you most of the time she was dressed really nice. Not overly flash, just nice. Classy, you know? The way a beemer is classy, even from a distance. Other women would look at her like, "Oh shit, why was I put on the same planet with her?" And men would look at her with looks that weren't so much admiring as just plain, open mouthed lust. Danny was like that. Danny, young, smooth, good looking in a pretty boy way and just filthy rich. Sondra told me she loved Danny. Loved him passionately. Love at first sight. I said bullshit. You love his fuckin' money. She laughed at that, not denying it, not admitting it. She did though. Love his money. Maybe she loved him a bit too. But she couldn't have loved him like she did me. I know she loved me, because I loved her so much it physically hurt me to do so. I mean, there were times when I'd be out with her and people would be looking at us and I could see they thought Wow! when they looked at Sondra and then they'd look at me and I just knew they couldn't figure why she was with me. Times like that I'd put my arm around her shoulders and turn her and kiss her full on the mouth, right out in the open and defy them, saying, "There, dream what you like, but she's with ME!" The men would look really pissed and the women would look sort of disapproving. Jealous bastards!
Of course I was about five centimetres shorter than Sondra and skinny and plain, with frizzy permed hair to my waist, and a daggy dresser to boot.
She'd say to me, "Dianne." Dianne Pursley, that's my name. "Dianne," she'd say, "You should cut your hair and get something flash to wear. C'mon, I'll take you shopping and we'll pick something together."
"Nah........." I'd say. Why should I change. I was Sondra Hepple's lover when half the world wanted to be.
God I loved her.
And I know she loved me.
Bloody Danny. And his bloody money. Scads of it, that's what she wanted. His bloody money. She came to me that Friday after work. She always came to me Fridays after work and we ate together, the little meal I had cooked. I loved cooking for Sondra and neither of us were big eaters, so we'd have something special and low calorie and nutritious and tasty. Then we'd kiss and get naked and lie together on the big queen sized bed, I would blow all over her body, gentle and soft and she loved that. Then I'd lick her breasts. Big, wet, sloppy licks and her skin would smell of licked, girl skin, smell. God that turned me on. And then she'd lie back and say "I'm yours Dianne, make me love you." And I'd play with her nipples and I'd kiss her, teasing and tugging her full, pouty lips and I'd kiss her groin and big, wet, lick her inner thighs and tongue her pussy and finally I'd use my little fingers to bring her clit to fulfilment. She always got very aroused when I did this and she would start to groan and moan and then when I got to work on her clit, she'd pant and writhe and call out and call me "her slut" and "her fuckin' little bitch" and then "Diaaaaaanne, Oh Dianne, Oh you, you, you................Girl fucker!" and she'd come all over me.
God I loved her.
She told me she'd have to stop seeing me as Danny didn't like it. That's when I lost it. Didn't mean to, just lost it. We were on the bed, we were playing at one of our sex games, the one where I rubbed her down with a silken scarf. Said I was polishing her up, making her shine and gleam so she'd stay the most beautiful girl in the world. She liked that. She was vain and she loved the feel of the silk on her bare skin as I rubbed her down, rubbed her breasts and her nipples and ran the silk back and forth between her legs until it made her come. I was on her back, when she just told me, out of the blue, just like that, and she was face down and so I knelt on her arms so she couldn't use them and I tugged and pulled on the scarf that was around her neck. She laughed and then she said "Don't Di, don't" and then she started gasping and she was bucking and struggling like anything and then she was just making gurgling noises and drooling over the pillow and her body was heaving and writhing, but I wouldn't let up and she made funny windy noises and then she stopped moving and went all limp underneath me, and her face was turned to one side and her eyes were bugged open wide and her mouth was open and squashed to one side and her pink tongue was sort of peeking out.
I kept tugging on the scarf, but she didn't move again and I realised she was dead.
Lifeless. Kaputt!!
Her lips were blue and there were little red veins in her open eyeballs. Her tongue, all pink and moist was sort of filling her mouth and dribble was running out over her lips and wetting the pillow. I felt for a pulse at her neck. Nothing. I felt for a pulse at her wrist. Nothing. I pinched her bum, said "Hey Sondra, cut it out. It's over." "Over." I said. It sure was. She was really dead.
Dead! My Sondra Dead!
I cried.
My tears dropped on her bare back.
I was heart broken. Really, really sad.
I cried myself dry.
After a bit I got off and taking her shoulder, rolled her onto her back. She was really, really limp and I had to do it in two goes. First I got her side on and then I rolled her right onto her back and pulled her arm out from under her so it was lying by her side. I sort of sniffed for any breath she might have been breathing. But she wasn't. I lifted her hand at the wrist and let her arm flop down. Did it again. It just lifted and flopped real lifeless. She was as dead as dirt. Dead as meat. I touched her titties. Her beautiful, beautiful titties. That I had played with so many times before. They were springy and fleshy and lovely just like always and her nipples were sort of poking out a bit, like little nubs and they bent when I thumbed them and then popped back when I let go. I kissed her titties and I kissed her soft tummy and then I licked inside her legs like I used to. There was a taste of urine and she must have just dribbled a bit when she died. I licked her pussy. God she loved this. Well, would have loved this.
When she was alive.
I touched and stroked Sondra's body, knowing this would be the last time. I stroked her face, closed her eyes and kissed her lips and with both hands circling her face held her there whilst I looked at her quiet, dead face. So beautiful, she was so beautiful and I had loved her so much. No, I did love her so much. I stroked her breasts and travelled down her body with my face only centimetres from her skin as I took my last leave of that fantastic body. Every bulge, every crease, every fold and indent, every mole and blemish, I saw them all again. I licked and tasted her pussy for the last time, pushing her second set of lips apart so that I could sniff and suck that glorious cleft. I lay along her body while I played distractedly with her nipples, tweaking and twisting them and pushing and carressing them. I covered each one with my mouth and sucked greedily at them. Then I came back to her face. She was quite bluish now as her blood was pooling here and there. She was also getting cold. It was time to say goodbye. I lay along her, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, pussy to pussy and face to face, as I had done when making love so many times before. I pushed my arms under her, lifting her a bit off the bed and hugged her as I kissed her long and lastingly. My open, wet mouth pressed to her cold dead lips. I took my right hand out and taking her left hand in my right one used both of them to penetrate myself and masturbate to release. When I came on Sondra's dead body it was the most beautiful orgasmic release I had ever had. My love creams covered our hands and my body quivered for minutes with the ecstasy of my climactic spasm.
I climbed off the bed.
Still nude, I stripped away the bed clothes until Sondra's body lay on the top sheet. I folded the bottom bit over her feet and up to her knees. I folded the top bit down over her head to about her belly button. Then I lay one side over her until it draped her body completely lying over her and onto the other side. Her nipples were pushing the material up in little pointy mounds. I turned her again, rolling her up in the sheet. I had to struggle to turn her body over and over until she was totally wrapped, mummy like, in the sheet. At times I was pushing her delicious ass and at others I would use her heavy breasts as hand holds. At last my darling was a white coccooned parcel on the bed. I went down and got the car. I was naked but I didn't care. I backed it to the patio door and turned off the engine. I opened the rear door. I went back upstairs and, with a lot of effort, got Sondra draped over my shoulder. Her sheet wrapped feet were hanging in front of me and her sheet wrapped head was hanging over my back.
She was heavy.
I tottered downstairs and placed her on the back seat. Well more flopped her like floppo in through the door opening and onto the seat. I sort of pushed and pulled my gift wrapped lover onto the seat where she wouldn't, hopefully, move around too much.
I covered her with a travel blanket.
I went back inside and cleaned up. I held her clothes and inhaled her fragrance, the smell of her perfume and the smell of her body. I crushed her panties to my face and sniffed her sex. Then I bundled them all in a garbage bag and shoved them in the bin. Now there was no sign she had ever been here. I tossed the bed clothes in the laundry and remade the bed. Next week I would replace the sheet. Finished, I showered and dressed. Old jeans and a tee shirt. Panties, but no bra. I pulled on sneakers. I went down, locking the place as I left. I shut the back door and got into the driver's seat. I slipped the key into the ignition and spoke to the bundle in the back.
"Ready darling? You comfy back there?"
I started the engine and put it in reverse and backed out.
"We're going to give Danny a treat."
I drove down to where he kept his boat. It was some sort of motorised sail boat. I don't understand these things too good. I had a key that would let me into the cabin. It was Sondra's but I had pinched it from her bag a day before. I pulled the car onto the marina jetty thing. Nobody would take much notice. People were coming down at all times to put stuff on or take it off the boats. And they sailed at all times due to tides and stuff. Getting Sondra onto the boat was the one tricky bit. I stopped the car and got out and looked around. There was some lights and activity about thirty moorings away and nothing around me. I went on to the boat and unlocked the cabin door and opened it. I went back to my car and opened the door and flicked off the travel rug. Another quick look round and I hoicked Sondra out and got her in a two handed carry grasp and ran for the boat. Don't let anyone look, I thought. Sondra sheeted and draped in my arms looked like nothing other than a dead body. I made it to the cabin and no-one seemed anything the wiser. I stumbled down the couple of steps to the cabin and dumped her on a table. I went back and shut my car door. I closed the cabin door and pulled all the blinds down. I turned on a light, hoped it wasn't showing outside. I got Sondra and rolled her onto her back on the table. I unwrapped her, had to struggle to get the sheet out from under her. In the dim cabin light she looked gorgeous spread out on her back. She was a beautiful corpse no doubt about it. I got her under the armpits and dragged her onto the floor. I pulled her towards me until her head was laying back against me. With her eyes closed and her mouth agape she looked good enough to eat. I wrapped my arms under her armpits and clasped them over her breasts. Holding her this way I dragged her forward to the sail locker. I opened it and pulled out a sail or something and then shoved her in. Unfortunately I had to get a bit physical and grab her ass and push and shove to get her to go in. Her arms were flopping about and she needed several vigorous pushes before she finally dropped into the small space. There she lay, arms outspread, hugging some canvas and bum in the air so you could see her pussy, clear as day, bulging between her legs. I put the other sail back, sort of hiding her from view to anyone who opened the door. I shut the sail locker door and hid the scarf in a drawer in the kitchen. Pushed it in back of some tea towels and such. I folded up my sheet and used it to wipe anything I had touched. If a print or two remained it would be no big deal as I'd been on the boat before anyway. I turned out the light and pulled up the blinds. I let myself out and relocked the door. I went back to my car. Still no-one around. I started up and drove home.
I junked the sheet she had been wrapped in. Then I rang the cops and told them they should search the Kestrel. That was Danny's boat. They said who is this, but I hung up real quick. And I'd talked real deep and using a hanky over the phone.
"Fuck you Danny boy!"
The next days news was full of stuff about a girl's body being found on a boat at the prestigious marina. Then she was identified as Sondra Hepple. By week's end Danny was arrested and charged with her murder.
He got great legal advice but the evidence was strong. He was convicted. he appealed, got turned down. Two years later he was executed for the murder of Sondra Hepple.
My Sondra.
Still would have been my Sondra except for him.
Bastard.
Instead she's just a mouldy corpse and I'm alone and lonely.
He killed her.
Rot in hell Danny boy...............Fuckin' bastard!
Alone, so alone.
Lonely, miserable.
I miss her sooooooo much.
Anyway, here I am with an empty pill bottle. All the pills are inside me. About five minutes to go. I'm stark naked and lying on this bed in room seven one seven of the Shangri La. Arms crossed over my breasts, eyes closed, stretched out full length on the coverlet. Gown tossed on the floor. I've rung the cops and told them there's a dead girl in room seven one seven. I took all my clothes and my bag and my possessions and dumped them into the incinerator chute. Some guy saw me wandering around in the passage, obviously nude under a hotel gown, and after staring at my bare feet, he tried to hit on me.
Huh.
The sun's streaming in and if they get here quick I'll be beautifully back lit as they see me from the door, lying here on my back, mass of hair, pubics, nipples, all nicely outlined by a halo of light from the open window. Here I'll be, lying here in this anonymous place. An anonymous girl. Anonymously dead. Just another suicide statistic.
I.'ve told this all to that little tape recorder.
I'm getting- slower- its- like- going -to -sleep-Oh Sondra.................. ............I...........don't....know ............if.......I'm.........awake
..........anymore.................maybe.....................I'm.................. sleeping...................am I?
No.............................
I.............can..................hear......................sirens...........................
Will..................they........................get...............................................
Am......................................I........................................................?
I...................................................wish..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................(click)