She gestured to the body, “That’s Caroline’s boyfriend. His name was Nick… he was only sixteen.” She held up the condom, “It looks like they were going to have sex, but there’s no sperm. They never got around to it.”
The detective waved around the room, “They were attacked.” He had a clear visual now, and he pictured the room as it had been, before the attack. He imagined it all, the boy, the girl, and their mysterious attacker.
The blonde boy, Nick, looked at his beautiful girlfriend lying on the bed. They both smiled. She had called him and had her meet him here; she had told him she was ready. Oh, he had loved hearing that. He had waited so long, courted her so long, and dated her so long – he was so glad that he could finally take her for himself. He got up next to her on the bed and laid next to her, sideways, not exactly sure how to continue.
Her eyes flashed, she grinned.
She snuggled up into him, and slipped her hands underneath his shirt. She pulled it off, touching his body as much as she could in the process. She loved his body, his face. Her hands felt over his strong abs, tracing icy fingers over each individual muscle, and wandering up over his strong neck and gorgeous face. His shirt off, he leaned in to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. For the next few minutes they played around, touching each other gently and lightly, and kissing playfully.
Then he touched her in a way he hadn’t ever before. The touch was long; he kept his hand on her, not wanting to move it – but that wasn’t the only thing. Then he brushed his lips over her ear and whispered the words she had been longing to hear ever since they started dating. It touched her heart, and made her heart pound faster.
They both knew it was true.
With the words said, passion overcame play, and it heated up. The touches became longer, more affectionate, and he began caressing her more than he ever had, with both his lips and hands. Caroline giggled; she was so happy that this was happening. He loved her, and he was all hers. She touched her hand to the lump rising from his shorts, and he practically jumped. It was as if he hadn’t noticed it, but after her touch he grinded it into her through the barriers. She didn’t know why, she had never done it before, but she arched back into him to meet him.
“Ugh… it hurts.” Nick groaned, referring to the erection, but continued to kiss her. He slipped his hands along her sexy tank top, and helped her out of it. He stared at her bra, wishing for it to be gone, just like she now wished for his pants to be gone. They both felt hungers, and they both wanted them satisfied.
Long moments passed, and at the same time her hands eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his thumb had managed to undo her bra strap. She yanked down his pants; he slipped off her bra and threw it aside, wanting her so badly. Without even the slightest hesitation, her hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his dick. It was a large dick for his age, seven inches of throbbing, swollen, meaty cock – and relatively thick. It was something that he was proud of, but had never been able to put to use. She gently kissed it on the tip, letting her tongue dance around it for an instant.
He had been about to touch her small breasts but when she licked his penis – he groaned. He grinded it against her face, and her hands tightened around it. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. There was no speaking necessary; they knew exactly what the other one wanted. They had done this before on many occasions.
She placed it in her mouth, and moved on to suck on it gently. If she had learned one thing about sex from him, it was how to suck a boy’s cock. They had been doing it since almost a month after they started dating, but it hadn’t got much farther than that. She sucked on it gently, but increasingly harder as he forced her to take more of it into her mouth. She took it, stopping when it reached the back of her throat. He resisted the urge to force more in, as not to hurt her or make her do anything she didn’t want.
Suddenly he felt her cool, icy hands on his ass, stroking it softly and pulling it in to her face, easing her to take more of it in. She licked up and down the throbbing shaft and closed her moist, red lips tightly around it. He groaned with pleasure, still restrained from forcing her to take more, and whispered dirty things to her, exciting them both.
One of her hands stayed on his butt, stroking it with her fingertips and even a little of her fingernails, and her other delicately massaged his balls. He swore again at the wonderful pleasure, unbelieving that she had improved so much and learned so much during their time together. He was proud of her, and proud to have her for his girlfriend. His cock was rock hard now, purple from the amount of blood, and he had to work to keep from releasing too early.
She licked up and down it again, paying careful attention to his cock’s sensitive underside. He massaged his balls more with her hands, alternating, and stroking his ass more. She had never done so many things at once, and he loved it – he wanted to cram all of his cock into her mouth and see what she did, but he couldn’t. He grabbed her shoulders as the pressure and excitement grew and grew.
He felt a clenching of his balls, and swore again before warning her, “Oh… baby… I’m… CUUUUMMMMIIINNNGG!!” He pushed his member farther into her throat and released. He shot three ropes of his cum into her mouth, and she swallowed most of it, she gagged on the cum and cock in her mouth, he pulled out his cock and they both watched the warm sperm drip to the floor. His cock shrunk, and he sighed contently. She didn’t stop there, though, she wanted more. She touched him more, and within seconds his cock was once again, bulging. He got down next to her, pushed her down underneath him, and ripped off her panties. They were thin cotton, and tore easily. He threw them to the ground, and aligned his penis with her vagina.
He almost slid it in, but she stopped him with her words, “I’m not on the pill and we don’t have protection. I forgot to bring anything.” He reached down to his pants, which were now on the ground, and pulled a plastic bag out of one of the pockets. Inside it were a couple condoms. He pulled one out, and was putting it on his throbbing penis when she took his hands in hers, removed them, and put it on for him, touching his shaft with her ice-cold fingers as she did.
His hands grabbed her shoulders, and he looked at her seriously, “Are you sure you want to do this? I promise I’ll be gentle but it might hurt, and I don’t want this if you don’t.” He actually cared about her… He would give up the moment for her if she wanted.
Caroline smiled, touched by his concern, “Please do it. I told you I’m ready.”
“Ok.” He grinned, so pleased that she had told him he could, and started lowering himself into her. The feelings were exhilarating, in preparation of what they both yearned for.
A young voice spoke from behind them, “How touching.” Nick turned around, swore, and climbed off Caroline, pulling up his boxers. Neither of them had heard the door unlock and open, and neither knew who it was. Caroline was suddenly scared, Nick stood between her and the stranger protectively.
“Don’t worry,” the stranger spoke again, crystalline blue eyes sparkling, coal black hair covering half of his face in a mysterious look that terrified Caroline, “It isn’t because I hate you personally, but I’m going to have to kill you.”
“Leave her alone, bastard!” Nick tried to sound intimidating, but he was scared. Just as scared as Caroline, but he had to stay strong for her: He loved her.
“Cute,” The stranger raised a gun and pointed it to Caroline, “But I don’t think that you being strong will keep her alive any longer.” Nick was terrified for her now, and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he wouldn’t let her be killed! Not if it was the last thing he did!
The stranger was powerful, smart, intelligent, and an expert at killing. But what happened next he didn’t exactly expect, and it was because of that Caroline escaped. Nick threw himself at the stranger, knocking the gun out of his hands, screaming – “RUN CAROLINE!!”
The stranger was only a couple years older than Nick, but he was much, much stronger. Nick punched him in the chest, but it had little effect. The stranger tried to grab him, but Nick ducked. As he ducked, the stranger’s boot met him in the chest, and slammed him up against the wall, pinning him. He tried to free himself, he kicked and tried to hit the stranger, but he couldn’t.
The stranger got down next to Nick, laughed coldly, watching him try to free himself. He couldn’t. With a horrible acknowledgement of that he would die now, Nick surrendered. The stranger chuckled again, grabbed a pillow, and smothered Nick, finding it amusing to listen to his ragged gasps and watch his flailing limbs as he tried one last time, to escape.
Detective Midnight looked past the struggles. The attacker had been busy smothering Caroline’s boyfriend, where had Caroline gone…? How had it all happened? How had she gotten back to the house?
She tripped as she ran, bruising her feet. Miss Oswald! She could help! The kindly neighbor would most surely take her in, and call the police for her! She raced up to the door and banged on it.
The detective saw where she had tripped; he followed her twisted path through the plants, marking where she had gone: Up to the door of her neighbor.
The lights were out, there was no response. She picked up a rock and chunked it in through the side window, not viewable from the front, so that the stranger couldn’t find it too easily.
He noticed glass on the ground, and followed it over to a side window. She had tried to get inside when the neighbor hadn’t answered… why didn’t the neighbor answer?
She had to get back to the phone in the house. She circled around to the front and opened the door. It was unlocked. She crept silently through the sleeping house – her parents were gone away, out of the country. She picked up the kitchen phone, looked around, and punched in 9-1-1.