The Demons Within Me

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“I’m sorry if it reminded me of Pocahontas, it just did.” Amanda was saying while I leaned on Christopher coming out of the theatre. I shook my head drunkenly, trying to agree, but I was still shaking from Amanda’s self-same fingers and the magic they worked on me throughout different scenes of the movie.

“Come on, you seriously thought of Pocahontas when you saw those effects?” Angeli demanded.

“Of course not the effects. I meant the basic storyline.” Amanda countered “You know, coming to a new world looking for valuable shit. Alien falling in love with native. War basically starting only to be stopped because of the alien’s love for the native. That.”

“I guess when you put it like that…” I was beginning to regain some semblance of balance, rational thought processes and remembrance of what we actually watched.

“You alright?” Christopher asked looking at me intently. I nodded while Amanda turned to me with a mock shocked look on her face

“She lives!!” she gasped “How are you feeling love?”

“Ha ha. Very funny Mandy.” I replied, refraining from mentioning that it was she who put me in this state in the first place. She moved closer to me and in my ear whispered

“I’ll finish what I started when we get back to your place.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” she grinned and moved ahead with Angeli, while Chris stayed in step with me.

“I got a new stash yesterday, by the way.” he mentioned casually. I tensed almost automatically

“The last time you had a stash and was willing to share, I got so stoned I can’t remember what happened Chris.” I whispered. He grinned

“Makes you want to try again huh?” I closed my eyes and shook my head. He used to be the one I’d go to for my fixes, to help me forget. Not surprisingly, my grades had suffered, which caused my teachers to call my parents, which caused my parents to ask questions and, in the case of my father, beat me senseless… I didn’t particularly want to go back to waking up with bruises and only have a vague idea where they came from.

“Not really…”

“Hmmm, too bad. They would have gotten you off real good too.” I rolled my eyes at him and watched Amanda as she flirted playfully with Angi and felt a familiar ache before turning to watch a couple walk hand in hand along the pavement.

“So where to now?” Angi asked turning to walk backwards to watch me and Chris. I shrugged.

“Any where’s fine with me.”

“Park, arcade, restaurant…” I cringed inwardly as he said restaurant, mainly because I knew the answer…

“Nah, I wanna go home/by Saige, I‘m a bit tired.” okay, I’ll admit, that wasn’t the answer I was expecting, but I’m not complaining. In fact I wholeheartedly agreed, mentally making a check-list of things to do and turning off my phone as soon as I got home wasn’t a bad idea. I subtly snuck my hand into the pocket of my jeans, I held down the power button. 'Turn off phone, check.’ I think Amanda may have caught onto my plan as she locked her eyes with mine.

“I think I’ll have to give you a rain check on the arcade though.” I said looking at Chris and Angi. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.” ‘Rather, I’m hoping I don’t get much sleep tonight.’ They just nodded as we made our way back to my house. Amanda turned to me with an incredulous look upon her face. “Didn’t get much sleep?” I rolled my eyes.

“At least I know he won’t be calling me later…” She laughed out loud.

“Knowing her, she’ll still call though.”

“Yeah. Angi might call… Still won’t get through…” She looked at me with a knowing look in her eye but didn’t say anything until we got back to my room…

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I emptied my pockets of everything that I carried to the theater, my wallet and my phone, while Amanda put her purse back inside my closet. I looked her ass for a moment before shaking my head and peeling off my sweater. Her hands came around my waist and I looked down. “Are you still hot and bothered?” She murmured in my ear. My breathing instantly got heavier and I heard a distinct click as she reached behind me and locked my door. Moments after the click I felt the tender touch of her lips against mine. Our bodies molded into each other and my arms wrapped around her, one at the back of her head almost daring her to try to stop the kiss while the other was at her waist, daring her to pull away until I was ready to relinquish her taste. I licked her lips tentatively, my tongue probing for entrance, she moaned, her mouth opening slightly and I acted accordingly. Our tongues soon had a battle for dominance ensuing while I slowly turned her to press her against the door, trailing my hand from her head down her shoulder to her waist. Her nails at this time clenched on my hips painfully. I resisted the urge to cry out as I pulled away to look into her now dark blue eyes. “More.” she whispered breathlessly. “Please… more…” I smirked briefly feeling a swell of pride at her reactions before redoubling my efforts on her neck. Her head tilted to give me more freedom while I relished the softness of the flesh there. My hands found their way back up to her breasts and I started kneading the firm globes over her clothes. The moans she produced made me get even wetter than I was already and I smiled against her neck. “Saige oh god Saige…” she was getting closer but I had to up my game before she tried to change the roles on me again. My right hand left it’s job attacking her breast and trailed a slow tantalizing line down to the hem of her pants and undid the button, dragging my tongue along the base of her neck to the other side. She moaned then gasped when my hand slid into her underwear and into her slick folds.

“You’re so wet.” I murmured, moving my lips to hover before hers once more. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and she bit the corner of her lip cutely as my fingers toyed with her folds. “What do you want?” I asked, taunting her. I wanted her so bad at this point.

“Please… I want you, I want you in me.” she said breathlessly. I smiled, and simultaneously pressed my lips against hers and thrust two of my fingers into her wetness. Her moan was lost in my mouth as I continued the rhythmic fucking pressing into her deeply. Her breathing thickened as she neared her peak, and I was feeling her juices slipping down my hands. Moments before she came, I hooked my fingers and found her sweet spot. She groaned, ripping her mouth away from mine, letting her head hit the door as she spasmed from her core, juices squirted from her pussy running down my hand and she let out a strangled breath before passing out…

I’d moved us to the bed and simply held her tightly to me while she slumbered in post orgasmic bliss, thinking. I let my mind wonder back to the first time we’d had sex.

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It had been a bad day in my house and her parents were out for some conference thing. When she called me and heard my voice she practically ordered me to sleep over until things cooled down. I could remember walking over to her house after sneaking out with my overnight pack in the cold October air with chills running down my spine, and the wind whipping at the fresh cuts on my face and arms. After the infinitesimal period of time I spent walking, I stood before her house with a multitude of thoughts running through my head. ‘What is she slammed the door in my face?’ ‘What if she didn’t want to talk to me after she saw what my parents were really like?’ ‘What if…’ ‘What if…’ ‘What if…’. I still don’t know to this day how I managed to work up the courage to ring the doorbell, but she answered within such a brief time, you’d think she was just in the next room waiting for me (which she probably was.) When she saw my battered face, she didn’t spare a second dragging me inside and to her bathroom to clean the cuts. Her eyes at that time held an intensity I’d not seen in anyone else’s in my short time around people. They had captured me that day… After she checked the rest of my body for cuts, she put a cream on the bruises that I had forming on my stomach and back, she lead me back to her room, sat me down and looked me in the eyes with the same intense look that drew me further into those pale blue pools and threatened to never let go.

“What happened to you?” she asked finally. I tore my eyes away from hers, not willing to talk about it yet. “Saige,” she held my hand in hers now and was rubbing her thumb across the smoothness of the back “You can tell me… What happened to you? You look like you got the shit beat out of you.” I gave a small smile at our conjoined hands. Her other hand came up to my face to bring my eyes to meet hers again. “Saige…?”

“It was my dad…” I whispered. Her eyebrows furrowed

“Your dad?” I nodded noting that her thumb had stopped its movement, but her hand had not left mine. “Your dad did that to you?… but, why?” I felt my eyes start to burn and I just shook my head, not trusting my voice to stay steady. Her hand cupped my cheek gently and before I realized it, her lips were pressed against mine in a strangely calming and overpowering way. Words could not describe the magnitude of the emotion that shot through my body feeling her lips against mine. When she pulled away, I felt her fingers gently wipe my cheeks and come away wet. “I’m sorry.” she said pulling away from me “I shouldn’t have done that…” I blinked confused as she got off the bed and walked towards her door.

“Why?” I asked, finding my voice just as she was turning the door knob. She glanced back over her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t want to do something to you that you didn’t want. That includes talking and kissing and…” she let her voice trail off

“What makes you think I didn’t want to kiss you…?” she turned and I saw a mixture of emotion reflected in her eyes…

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Hands were starting to move along my sides, breaking me out of the reverie I’d gotten lost in. “Hey Sai.” Amanda’s eyes were dark as she trailed her hands lower “Where have you been?” my body started heating up the moment she shortened my name.

“In the past.” I murmured exposing my neck to her.

“Good things I hope.” she stated before lowering her head to suckle the flesh. ‘You have no idea’ I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. In the back of my mind I registered the lack of noise within the house which could mean one of maybe two things… which I couldn’t remember at the moment as she moved her hands back to my breasts. “Your parents stepped out.” I heard her voice, but the words didn’t register. One of her hands had begun trailing a pattern downwards. ‘Closer, closer, please closer.’ I willed her silently to reach my core, knowing she would yet still, I didn’t want her to tease. “Somehow I get the feeling you want this.” she said leaving my neck and hovering millimeters from my lips. I bit the corner of my lip and nodded, knowing that my willpower was now non-existent. She pulled a sly smile as her hands slipped easily under the waist-band of my underwear and cupped my heat. Her eyes were teasing, yet at the same time I thought I saw some sympathy in them. Almost without warning her fingers slipped inside me and I cried out. “God, Amanda.” I gasped, clenching around her fingers, my mind flashed back to the first time on her bed and how gentle she was then. As she began to move within me I was bombarded by the emotions and sensations on two fronts. Her fingers formed a crook within me and she began to massage my walls with the expertise that was honed over the hours of power-play we had and my hands reached up to her shoulders clenching painfully, pulling her closer. I needed her… more than she could possibly know.

The heat kept building, churning, tightening, pushing closer, higher… until I hit that precipice, that wanton desire that I couldn’t take anymore and colors flashed before my eyes until all I saw was black…