Posted by romantic on February 17, 2001 at 17:19:34:
Jenny opened the door and smiled as she let her dear friend in. She and Kelli had not seen each other for years but the warmth they had felt all through Jenny's childhood and adolescence seemed to return immediately. Kelli looked at Jenny, still small and slender, blond and smiling in her t-shirt shorts and bare feet and was reminded of the little girl she'd played with years ago.
They talked over a drink and suddenly Kelli was the first to recall the past.
"Remember when you used to make me shoot you? You'd fall and die dramatically?"
Jenny smiled. "Of course." Then after a moments hesitation, "would you believe I still like it?"
Kelli, in her typical red-headed way, blushed deeply. "Y'know," she began, "I seem to have developed the same 'interest' over the years. Isn't that too weird?"
Without a word, Jenny got up and walked to the desk where she and Rom kept some of their "toys." She pulled out the knife with the retractable blade and slid it in the back pocket of her shorts.
"Hey, Kelli -- shoot me. for old times sake." Kelli laughed, raised her pointed finger toward Jenny, and said "bang!" Jenny clutched her belly. Kelli "fired" again and Jenny grabbed her left breast. Slowly, gracefully, Jenny sank to her knees then toppled backwards and lay still. Kelli looked at her -- the small bare toes pointed at the ceiling reminded her of the seven-year old from so long ago. At the same time, she couldn't help noticing how beautiful Jenny was lying still like that. Kelli walked over and knelt down beside Jenny. As she did, Jenny withdrew the knife from her pocket and stuck it in Kelii's belly. The blade retracted -- all but the last 1/4 inch, just enough to feel the poke. Kelli's first reaction was to laugh, but she quickly understood the game. "Uuugh..." she grunted as she imagined the cold steel in her belly. Jenny struck again and as she held the knife against Kelli, "succumbed" to her gunshot wounds and died. Kelli was enthralled by the beauty of Jenny's fluttering eyelids just before they closed and after another few seconds, fell forward on top of Jenny.
What happened next was so spontaneous, neither woman would ever be able to explain it. As their bodies lay piled, Kelli and Jenny suddenly found each others mouths. The kisses were tenative only for a moment, then full, then deep. Instinctively, hands slid under shirts, cupped breasts, and squeezed them lovingly. As Jenny slid the sandals from Kelli's feet, she understood her lover Rom's passion better -- she admired Kelli's big feet with their long, gracefully curving toes. She thought of rom, and kissed them.
Once they were naked, Kelli and Jenny continued their games, mixing love and death in a passionate combination. They stabbed each other, shot each other, strangled each other -- each time falling on each other and caressing, kissing, licking each other to ecstasy, then lying still and dead together again.
"What's your ideal way of being killed?" Kelli asked.
"Knife in the belly; disembowling." Jenny replied. She showed Kelli the garnet-handled dagger that she and Rom played with.
"I like the knife too," Kelli responded, " but I think I'd like to keep the guts inside. I'd like to slowly bleed to death while my killer fucks me."
"You'd love to meet Rom, then. He thinks a woman dying at the moment of her orgasm is the most perfect aesthetic achievement. He and I play those games all the time."
The women shared a laugh, then returned to their lovemaking
Rom had been watching the whole thing. Lost in each other, Jenny and Kelli had not heard him enter the house. As he watched them make love then die in each others' arms, he was moved beyond words -- but also moved to action. He'd never seen such profound beauty and knew the time had come to move beyond fantasy and toward perfection. He had undressed and now stepped into the room to join the two nude women dozing on the floor.
Quickly. silently, he picked up the dagger and threw himself on Kelli. Before she could even utter a sound, he had his penis in her and the dagger between her ribs.
"Like this?" he asked quietly, moving slowly inside Kelli and holding the dagger firm. Jenny was awestruck; more fascinated than horrified, she watched in silence. Kelli gasped -- with pleasure or pain? Both? She did not know what to feel; she felt only as if some demon had stolen into her deepest secret mind and appropriated her fantasy. When she finally came, Rom withdrew both himself and the dagger. Kelli lay gasping for breath, legs and arms thrown wide apart.
Rom pierced Jenny's eyes with his own, telling her something she understood without a word spoken. He placed the point of the dagger an inch below Kelii's navel. Jenny came toward them. She took the handle in both hands. She watched Kelli's pale, freckled breasts slowly rise and fall as she labored for breath. Jenny pushed down on the dagger.
Kelli gasped. Her toes spread wide apart as she tried to rise, but she had no strength. Blood oozed from the new wound as Jenny withdrew the dagger.
"Jenny...it hurts. For God's sake...if you love me ... finish me..."
Jenny, guided by what force she could not say, placed the dagger point between Kelli's tits and leaned on it with all her weight. As the dagger pierced Kelli's heart, all her muscles tightened, her long toes clenching against the soles of her feet. By now, she was so weak, only small pulses of blood pumped from the wound -- her once tender and passionate heart slowed. Jenny and Rom both stared down into Kelli's lovely blue eyes, her pretty face framed by her soft red hair, and saw how beautiful she was. As the light dimmed in those bright eyes, Kelli's lips trembled -- "I...love...you...Jen..." The lips stopped. The long toes uncurled. The eyes stared.
Silence.
Jenny and Rom both fell on her, kissing her lips, her nipples, her pussy, her feet. Their tongues met as each probed between Kelli's toes. They rose from the dead woman and began to passionately kiss each other. Rom stood up, but Jenny remained on her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck -- thrilled simultaneously by his lust and by the sweet taste of Kelii that still coated his penis. As she loved him, she loved Kelli too.
Before he came, Rom again knelt with Jenny. They kissed wildly. Suddenly, Jenny felt a sharp pain in heer belly. She opened her eyes to see that Rom had pulled the dagger from Kelli's chest and stuck it in her. He struck again and again, each time Jenny gasped but held him tightly. Her hands reached out and clutched his cock. She held it outside her as he held the dagger inside her. He worked the blade inside her' she could feel the searing pain of organs being destroyed; she felt the terror of imminent death. She looked in the eyes of her lover, her killer -- and over his shoulder at the beautiful corpse of the woman she had just begun to love. She saw that Rom was right -- that Kelli was perfect -- and her terror ebbed with the knowledge that in moments he would lay her own perfected corpse beside Kelli's.
She hardly could feel the pain any more, though the sensation of the blade tearing her insides was still real. Theirs hands touched -- his on the dagger handle, hers on his penis -- she squeezed hard till finally he started to come. She felt the hot semen coat her hand and as he shuddered in his orgasm, the dagger ripped wildly inside her. He planted his lips firmly on hers. They held the kiss until he felt Jenny's last breath was expelled inside
his mouth. He felt her body go limp, looked down to see her toes, moments ago clenched in agony, relax and lie still. He withdrew the dagger from her ripped belly.
As she had known he would, he gently and lovingly arranged the dead women in a sculpture of exquisite beauty. He rolled Kelli on her side and placed one of her hands behind Jenny's head. Both had died with eyes and mouths open, and he placed them so their lips would touch. He placed Jenny's right hand on Kelli's left breast and closed her fingers around it. The remaining free hands cupped each other's asses and held their loins close. Lastly, he overlaid their legs so that their feet lay sole to sole -- Kelli's a full inch and a half longer than Jenny's, her long toes curled under Jenny's.
It was beautiful.
He ran his tongue along the seam where their feet met. Savoring every millimeter from heel to toes. With Jenny's little toe on his bottom lip and Kelli's against his top lip, he kissed his beauties good night.