Free Sexy Story-The Reaper
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"What's the matter, Hot Shot? Is your social calendar a blank this week?" "Ah, Maggie! Don't do me that way," I pleaded. "We'll see how long you can stay committed to this," she said. "You give me some decent messages and try not to humiliate me for a week and I might, just might, believe you." "I can't, Maggie. My hard drive crashed this morning," I lied. Again the silence. The receiver clicked. I smiled. She hadn't slammed it down. This was almost as good as the real thing. I waited an hour. I took a shower. I listened to the radio. "The reasons don't hear the Reaper, nor do the wind the sun or the rain. Ah, come on, baby..." I sang, laughing. Oh, I was so ready! On the third call I woke her, she said. "Don't you dream of me, Maggie?" I asked. "Every night, Lee," she breathed. "Meet me at midnight, Maggie," I begged. "I know a place. The night's warm. Bring a blanket and thou. I'll bring the wine." She laughed wildly. I could almost hear her thinking. A chill crept up my spine. For a minute I almost called it off. She was something else. "You better be prepared to reap what you've sewn," she warned, purring. "I am!" I promised. When she stepped out of her car I said, "Hot damn!" She'd put on a summer dress. Her neck and shoulders were bare. She'd put her hair up with little curls hanging around her face. She looked great. Those eyes hazel eyes shone with energy and life. I ran to her and grabbed her up, swinging her around. She hung on and laughed. I hugged her tight to me. We held hands, arms swinging between us, as we walked up the gravel path to the overlook. A dense screen of trees blocked the view of the silent road behind us. I took the blanket from her and spread it out on the ground, sitting, holding my hand out to her to join me. She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking both sides of my face in her hands. She looked into my eyes, searching for something. She nodded just a little bit like she'd made up her mind. She kissed me then, putting everything she had into it. She reamed my tonsils, and cleaned, polished, and straightened my teeth. "Lee," she whispered, drawing back to look into my eyes, again. "Ah, Maggie," I breathed, pulling her down. She lay silently, looking up at me as I tugged the blanket around to make a pillow for her head. Her lips curved in a soft smile. I kissed her nose, her eyes, her brow. We locked eyes as I brought the edge of the blanket up, and stroked her cheek with it. Her breathing changed pace, matching mine. Caught up in my own need as I was, I noticed that, and wondered why no one else had ever done that. "I'll love you for the rest of your life," I told her. "And I'm going to love you for a long long time past that," she said. I rolled over on top of her. She smiled sweetly. I wrapped my fingers around her throat quickly, blanket between her skin and mine. Her smile deepened. She didn't struggle much. I applied pressure, looking into her, reaching out for that something special. Still, motionless long before she should be, her eyes glowed, a green reflection of something within. Her smile changed. A heat wave way past believing wrapped itself around me, surged through me, and found a place of its own. She laughed like she knew; like she'd put one over on *me*. My hands took on a life of their own, crushing her windpipe, grinding against the cartilage in her throat. She smiled wide, way past her eyes and into my soul. Her legs jerked beneath me. Her torso straightened suddenly. Something, something special happened. Something like a cat hooking its claws and dragging me into hell with it. I collapsed against her, listening for a heartbeat. There was nothing but the sudden pounding of my own, doubly loud in my ears. I would have left the body there, blanket wrapped around her throat, as I always did. Something else made me roll her up in the blanket and push her over the edge of the rise into the tall grass below. I watched myself do it, wondered why, and followed the urge anyway. I went to her car, pulled the tail of my shirt out and opened the door. The interior light glared. I stood staring at it for a few minutes, questioning myself, before I got into my own car and drove into the warm night. I realized I was in a daze of some kind when the waiter asked, with some surprise, "You want two cups of coffee?" I was in the same diner where I'd first met her. "Maggie's goin' meet me here," I told him. "Maggie," he repeated. "Uh-huh. She's something else. Let me know if you ever figure out what." He looked at me like I had spinach stuck in my teeth, frowning. "What's a matter with you?" "I don't know. I haven't been myself since last time I saw her." |
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