Posted by blue.beard on September 06, 2007 at 21:36:25:
In Reply to: A Fork at the End of the Road posted by blue.beard on September 06, 2007 at 21:15:28:
Fork Two…
When the tub started to cool, she rose, drained the tub and dried herself. The water in the pot was hot, so she turned off the hot plate so that it wouldn’t burn. As she brushed back her hair and tied it in a ponytail, she heard her boyfriend calling from the living room. She threw on her robe and rushed out to him.
“God, I’m glad you’re here,” she cried as she ran into his arms. “I was just getting ready to hang myself.”
“Do you need some help?” he asked as he hugged her.
She laughed, “I’m serious, go look in the bathroom.”
He released her and went to the bathroom. He saw the eviction notice taped to the door, and the scarf tied to the shower curtain rod. He went back into the living room, gathered her in his arms, and sat her on the sofa.
He listened to her story. By the time she was finished, she lay with her head in his lap and his hand in hers.
He looked down at her, “Do you still want to die?”
She looked up at him, “Yes.”
“If I asked you to move in with me, would that change your mind?”
“No.”
“You know that I love you, would you change your mind if I asked you to marry me?”
She moved his hand to her breast, “I love you too, but it’s just not worth it,” she said.
He felt the nipple of her breast rising as he fondled it. “Could anything change your mind?”
She picked up his hand, kissed it and placed it back. She shook her head.
“I have only one more question. If you are set on dying tonight, can I join you?”
“What?”
“It’s been on my mind for years, I just didn’t know how to bring up the subject. You’re right, the only high points in my life are with you, and the rest is sheer drudgery. Even when we’re together, there are too many times of just existing. Neither of us wants children, and even if we were rich enough to do only what we wanted, we would soon be bored.”
She reached up, brought his head down and kissed him. The kiss lasted a while, his hand wandered from her breast to her hip.
“You are serious,” she said.
“You know the games we’ve been playing, I’ve been afraid to tell you how serious I was about them. I thought you were only doing them to please me.”
She caressed the back of his neck. “I was, at first. But they do sort of get under your skin.” She smiled, “You really want to do it for real this time?”
His hand went down to her bare leg, and back up under her robe to rest again on her hip. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how long, or short. To share death with you is even more desirable.
His hand caressed her bottom. “I love you, but I don’t really want to watch you, or me, for that matter, grow old and decrepit. I definitely don’t want to see you suffering. I am not looking forward to having to work, budget, clean the apartment, take out the garbage, and justexist waiting for a piece of ass when we go to bed, no matter how good it is.”
She looked up into his eyes, “Is it that good?” she teased. He nodded. “The time we’ve wasted...come on, let’s do it.” They stood up, embraced and kissed. He started to unfasten her robe. She broke off the kiss, "It’s too cold in here, and I’ve got the electric blanket on.” He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She started to unbutton his shirt.
When he put her down, she scrambled to the side of the bed and helped him undress. When he was finished, she guided him between her legs, “Now,” she breathed, “I’m ready.” As he entered her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. She came when he was fully inside her; he could feel her nipples digging into his chest as she pressed her body to his. The second time, he stuck his tongue in her ear and felt her go crazy underneath him. The third time, he was with her. She held him tightly as he shuddered through his completion, and tenderly caressed him as he recovered.
When he moved to get off, she tightened her legs, “Stay inside me,” she said, “I want to die like this.”
He kissed her lightly, “Your wish is my command, ‘but right now, it’s cold up here.” He lay down beside her, and she rolled over and placed one leg between his. Reaching down beside the bed, he retrieved two cigarettes, lit them and passed one to her.
She took a puff, “Where’s the ashtray?”
“Use the floor; you won’t have to clean it up.”
She flicked the ash on the floor, “Do I put it out in your navel?” Grumbling, he reached out, grabbed the ashtray from the nightstand, and rested it on his stomach.
“How are we going to do it?” she asked.
“First things first,” he said, “Did you eat dinner?”
She shook her head, “No, but It’s not really that important.”
“You don’t understand,” he said, “How much money do you have?”
She frowned, “about two hundred dollar’s, but,”
He interrupted, “What do you plan on doing with it?”
Her frown deepened, “I don’t really care...”
He sat up and slapped her on her rump.
“Get up and get dressed, we’re going to the best restaurant in town. We’ll have your party when we get back.” He turned to her with a mock serious expression, “or have you figured out how to take it with us?” She smiled, and they dressed and went to his car.
They went to his place so he could change clothes. While there, he packed a box to take with them. When she asked, he explained that it was an electric heater and toys they would use later.
After dining, they went to the local casino. Returning about midnight, they were both a little tipsy. After he put his box down, she rushed into his arms.
“God, that was beautiful,” she said, “Did you see the look on their faces when I won that jackpot and gave all that money away?”
He hugged her and smiled, looking down at her, “Do you still want to do this?”
“Damned right,” she hugged him back, “Do you think I want to get up tomorrow with a hangover?”
He turned to the box, “Why don’t you make a pot of coffee while I set up the heater.”
“The stove isn’t working,” she cried.
“Use the microwave,” he shouted from the bedroom.
“Damn, I forgot about that,” she filled a Pyrex pitcher and put it in the microwave. While waiting for the water, she got out her stovetop coffeepot and prepared it He closed the door to the bedroom, and sat down at the table as she poured the hot water in the pot.
“It ‘11 take a couple of minutes for the bedroom to warm up,” he said, “I’ve also turned on the hotplate in the bathroom.” He pulled her into his lap and gave her a lingering kiss.
She relaxed into his arms, “What do we do now?”
“The coffee’s ready,” she got up and poured two cups. He reached and dragged over the box he had brought.
This is a small suicide kit, which I think may come in handy tonight.” Unpacking, he explained each item. “This knife is razor sharp and has a good point. These plastic ties fit around your neck, and cannot be loosened; they have to be cut off once started. This needle and bottle of Novocain can deaden some of the pain if we use the knife. These are some codeine pills.” He put the empty box on the floor. “I didn’t bring the gun because it’s too noisy to use here, and it’s too cold to go out.” He sat back and took a sip of his coffee.
She picked up a plastic tie and tried it around her neck for size. “You’ve been planning this for a while,” she said. He nodded. She picked up the knife to test its blade, and cut herself slightly. He took her hand and kissed the wound, licking off the blood. Her hand was trembling slightly.
“Nervous?” she nodded her head. “Want to change your mind?” she shook her head.
“It’s just that everything is so serious, all of a sudden,” she said, “What happened to all the fun we were having?”
“Come here,” he pulled her from her chair and into his lap. “It’s just like any other party, you have to plan the invitations, decorations, refreshments, and the games you plan to play.” He hugged her tighter, “I’m sorry, we should have planned this earlier, then things would have flowed smoother.”
“What do we have to do?”
“Only two things, one, we should write a note so that the police don’t go crazy trying one of us for murder; and two, figure out which of these toys to take with us into the bedroom.”
She turned and kissed him. “Why don’t we do two first, I think things would flow smoother that way.”
“You’re right,” he kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you have any preferences?”
She shook her head, “As long as it works and isn’t too painful. What do you think?”
“Cutting our wrists should give us several minutes to savor our act. If we use the Novocain, there shouldn’t be much pain.
“Do you still want to die with me inside you?” She nodded her head. “In that case, it would be better if I followed you instead of dying with you. Otherwise, I’d probably fall out.” She shook her head at that.
She looked at him and ran her fingers over his lips. “You seem to have this all planned out.”
“I do.”
“Then let’s do it.” She kissed him lightly and shivered, “I’m getting excited again.”
He pushed her off his lap, “Pour some more coffee, and get a pen and paper. I’ll be right back.” He picked up the knife, needle and Novocain and went into the bedroom. Placing them on the nightstand, he went into the bathroom. He turned off the hotplate and retrieved a bottle of aspirin from the medicine chest. He shook out four pills and returned the bottle.
The coffee was poured, and she was sitting with a sheet of paper before her when he came back to the kitchen. He gave her two of the aspirins and one of the codeine pills, taking one for himself. They downed the pills with the coffee.
“What should we write?” She picked up the pen.
“Do you have any messages you want to leave?”
She shook her head, “No, I hadn’t written anything before you came.”
“How about ‘Life’s a bitch and then you die’, in quotes, underneath that ‘fuck it’, then we’ll sign our names.
She smiled, “Perfect.” She wrote it out and they both signed it. Leaving it on the table, they both stood up.
“Do you have a good pair of scissors?” he asked.
She went to her desk and got them out of a drawer. She gave them to him with a puzzled look.
“You’ll see,” he promised.
When they reached the bedroom door, they embraced. Rubbing his hands on her back, he looked down at her.
“Feeling better?” she nodded.
“Still nervous?” again she nodded.
“I wonder why,” she smiled up at him and hugged tighter. They went into the bedroom and closed the door.
He sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes.
“Come here,” she came over.
“Give me your foot,” she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and put one foot in his lap. He took off her shoe.
“Now the other one,” he did the same. She bent over and kissed him when he was finished.
“Stand in front of me,” he ordered. She stood up straight. He then took the scissors and proceeded to cut off her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t wiggle; you don’t need them any more.”
“You’re right,” she laughed. When he got to her pantyhose, she again put her hands on his shoulders and raised each foot in turn. When she was nude, he pulled her toward him and planted a kiss on her pubic mound.
“You always smell so nice,” she held his head against her belly for a moment, then pulled him up, took away the scissors, and sat down on the bed.
“It’s your turn.” He pulled off his leather belt and stood spread-eagled before her. When she was finished, she took his cock in her mouth. He held her there for a few moments, then backed off and pulled her up into an embrace. His erection was sandwiched between their bodies. He ran his hands up and down her back. She laid her head on his chest and kissed one of his nipples.
“We should savor this minute; this is probably the last time we will be standing on our feet.” She nodded and worked her way to the other side of his chest. They slow danced around the room to a tune heard only by them. His hands worked their way to her bottom and pulled her closer.
“Are you ready to lie down?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He reached down, picked her up, and threw her on the bed. She squealed, reached up and pulled him down beside her. Again they embraced. He cupped one of her breasts, her nipples were already erect. He raised himself on one elbow, and looked down at her.
“Before we get carried away, when should we plan on the last act?” She looked up at him; he could feel her heart racing under his hand.
She smiled, “Why not now? It’s not going to get better than this.” She reached up and caressed his face. He leaned over, kissed the tip of her nose, and sat up.
Reaching over her to the nightstand, he grabbed the hypodermic and bottle of Novocain. He took the cap off the needle and filled the syringe.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“This may hurt a little,” he pulled her left hand into his lap, “but it will prevent a lot of pain later. “ When he was finished, he put everything back on the nightstand.
“What about you?” she said, rubbing her wrist.
“If you want to go with me inside you, I’ll have to wait and join you later.” She gave him a questioning look.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I fully intend to die inside you, but I want this to be as perfect for you as I can make it.”
He kissed her wrist, then lay back down and pulled her into his arms. After a while, his lips wandered down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples grew erect under his attentions. His mouth roamed down over her flat belly. When he reached her cunt, she pulled his lower body up to her head. He felt her mouth surround his cock as he started tonguing her. He sucked on her clitoris for a while, and then stuck his tongue into her cunt as far as it would go. When he tired of that, he reached down further and licked at her asshole. When his mouth returned to her clitoris, he slipped a finger up her ass. He could feel her body responding. Meanwhile, she was sucking at his cock and playing with his balls.
When he finally turned around, he entered her with no hands. She wrapped her legs around him and came almost immediately. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lifted himself on one elbow, remaining inside her.
“Are you about ready?” he reached for the knife.
“God, yes,” she gave him her left hand. Her hips were moving under his.
He gave a tentative cut to her wrist. “Does that hurt?”
“No,”
He bent down and kissed her. His next cut was deeper. When she still did not flinch, he bore down harder and finally cut the artery. The blood started shooting out in spurts. It was bright red and felt warm against their skin. She looked at it wonderingly.
“How long will it take?” she asked.
“I think about three or four minutes,” He moved his hips experimentally. “Do you want to continue making love?”
“No, I just want you to hold me. “ She wrapped her legs about his and reached up to pull his head down for a kiss. He could feel her blood running down his back.
“This is beautiful,” she said. “I want to thank you.”
He gently disengaged her left arm and placed it beyond the edge of the bed over the waste basket.
“This would be neater.”
“She smiled, “and fitting.” She moved her hips and tightened her embrace. “I love you.”
He gave her a light kiss, “I love you.”
“What are you going to do when I’m gone?”
“I’ll make love to you one last time, and then I’ll inject myself, and wait for my wrist to go numb. When this happens, I’ll get back inside you, and cut myself. I’ll then hold hands with you over the waste basket, and wait to join you.
She squirmed underneath him. “Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“I’m beautiful,” she smiled, “but I am getting a little cold.” She was breaking out in a sweat as shock set in.
She did not close her eyes as she lost consciousness. Her arm fell from his neck to the bed. He held her as she started convulsing. He could feel her twitching, the muscles in her cunt were grabbing at his cock.
When she relaxed, he saw that the blood was no longer spurting from her wrist. He reached up and touched her open eye; there was no response. She was totally limp. He kissed her; her mouth did not open until he pushed his tongue between her teeth. He started to move inside her. Her flesh moved in ripples as he moved. He let himself rest fully on top of her, she did not object. As he came, he sucked her tongue into his mouth.
When he recovered, he sat up. He could feel her blood running down his back. There was a pool of it on the bed. He ignored this as he reached for the Novocain. Refilling the syringe, he injected his right wrist.
He looked at her, she was very pale, her eyes and mouth still open. He leaned down and licked some of the blood off her breast. He ran his hand over her belly as he did this. He realized that she was just meat, but she was still beautiful.
He got up lit up a last cigarette, and went to the window. He removed the screen, and left it open an inch to let the flies in. As he wandered around the room, he left bloody footprints on the carpet.
Searching her drawers, he found one of her hair ribbons and brought it back to the bed. The electric blanket was washable and probably waterproof, he thought. He turned it on and was happy to see that it did not short out.
He sat at the side of the bed, and looked at her. She was almost a pure white, with a slight yellowish tinge from the tan. Blood was still seeping from her wrist as gravity drained her body. He picked up her wrist and kissed it, swallowing some of her blood. As he lay down beside her, he placed a hand upon her breast. She was still warm, but the nipple did not rise to his touch. He reached up and closed her eyes. When he kissed her open mouth, he found it dry. He moistened it with his own saliva and sucked her tongue into his mouth as he pressed against her. She did not respond. He closed her mouth and moved down to her breasts. He finished licking the blood off of them and gently sucked each nipple clean. Licking her belly, he reached her vagina. This was also dry. He used his tongue to lubricate her. While doing this he stuck a finger up her ass. He could feel his tongue through the thin membranes.
When he removed his finger, her asshole remained open. He caressed her legs, they were still perfect. Climbing between them, he entered her. He could feel her still damp breasts against his chest. He started moving inside her. Even dead, she was still the best. After a short while, he withdrew and tied the ribbon around the base of his penis to keep his erection. It was uncomfortable, but in a couple of minutes, he would no longer care.
He rolled over on his back, bringing her along with him, so that she lay on his stomach. He adjusted her hips to be over his and reached down and folded her legs under her so that her knees were at his waist and her feet tucked under his ass. Raising her hips, he managed to reenter her. Lifting his legs, he pushed her up into a sitting position leaning against his thighs. Her head lolled back against his knees.
Looking at her for the last time, he reached for the knife. After opening the artery, he dropped the knife to the floor and caressed her body. Her skin was starting to feel cool. He gently lowered her down on his body and stretched out his legs. Her head lay on his chest, her mouth had come open and her tongue stroked one of his nipples. He took her left hand in his and stretched their arms over the waste basket. With his other hand he moved her hips to stir himself inside her. When he weakened, he kissed the top of her head, closed his eyes, and lay back smiling, enjoying the sensation of his blood mixing with hers and their bodies merging.