Chapter 11: Their First Kiss

“Sonja? Are you sure about this?”

Sonja grunted and shook her head as they dragged Rick’s body up the back stairs of her house. The door creaked as she kicked it open, sweating from the effort to drag up the unconscious football player.

“Of course not!”

Meris flinched.

Sonja paused, to wipe the sweat from her forehead, “I-I’m sorry, Meris, I didn’t mean to snap.”

Brown hair plastered to the frail girl as she looked up, streamers of rain pouring down her face, “Its okay, I’m... I just don’t know what we are doing.”

Sonja couldn’t respond, since she was following a nagging feeling in the back of her head, of being tugged by some force that drew her back to the house. The stairs were finally breached and they drew his body into the center of the kitchen. Standing up, they both panted while staring at each other. Sonja felt a strange sensation of being happy, and it wasn’t related to being nearly raped, or finding out her friend was attacked by her so-called friends. An empty hollow filled her as she looked down at Rick, an ugly purple bruise visible through his hair.

Meris peered around, tugging her shirt to cover the pale skin below. One nipple, like a pencil eraser, caught on the fabric before slipping underneath. Even with the fabric in place, it stuck out.

Sonja lifted her gaze and gave Meris what she hoped was a comforting smile. “Let’s tie this bastard up and find some clothes.”

She gestured to her own dress which hung around her waist, her naked breasts dripping with rain and sweat. When she looked up, she saw Meris staring down at them.

Somehow, the brilliant blue eyes left Sonja feeling exposed, her skin grew hot as a flush spread across her skin. Her friend nodded.

Spying a chair, she dragged it into the center of the room. The rubber feet scraped against the tile floor, a strange sound compared to the rattle of rain striking the house. Together, they lifted him off the ground and into the chair; he sunk down into it, his arms dangling by his side. Scrounging under the sink, Sonja found a large bundle of nylon rope and they tied him to the chair, using one of the serrated knives from the butcher’s block.

As they finished, Sonja and Meris stood back to start at Rick, his head lulling slowly. Sonja set down the knife on the table and gestured down to her room. “Come on, let’s find you some clothes.”

Ignoring her own almost nudity, they went down the stairs. Meris paused at the bottom, looking at the massive structure of the guillotine.

Sonja blushed and tugged at her to continue, not wanting Meris to realize what she was looking at. “Come on...”

Meris didn’t resist as Sonja drew her into her bedroom. Neither spoke as she started to unbutton Meris’ shirt. The girl watched her, bright blue eyes shining. Slipping the ruined fabric to the ground, Sonja smiled warmly and a hesitant smile was given back. Her hands shook slightly as she helped Meris out of her soaked pants and panties, leaving the girl naked in front of her. Bruises covered her face and body, more around the ribs where it was obvious they were kicking her. Sonja felt such a powerful anger boiling inside her as she tried to control her emotions. Meris shivered and Sonja suddenly felt something catch in her throat, a swelling of new emotions that almost choked her.

They stood in front of each other, the pain of their experiences unable to be expressed.

“Sonja...”

Sonja smiled hesitantly, “Meris, please don’t.”

Meris nodded slowly, her eyes trailing down to the ground. One arm rose to cover her small breasts, the nipples stiff from the temperature, and maybe something else. Below, she could see the sparse hairs of Meris’ pubic hair, tightly curled and something she somehow never thought about. Sonja felt the feeling swelling again, choking her, and she ducked her head to find a t-shirt from her closet.

When she slipped out of the walk-in closet, Meris was on her bed, sitting there, arm still covering her breasts. Trembling, Sonja covered the distance between them, holding out the shirt, unsure what to say. Meris gave her another hesitant smile, her eyes trailing down.

The butcher’s daughter took the shirt and slipped it on. Sonja watched for a moment, almost seeing Meris as she did in her dreams, naked and screaming out in pleasure. A shiver took her and she looked away, ashamed at her staring. The rustle of fabric filled the room behind her, then a hand on her shoulder.

Sonja turned around.

Meris bit her lip as she started to speak. “Sonja...”

“Please don’t...”

Meris reached out and hugged her, the t-shirt pressing up against Sonja’s breasts, “No... I need to say this. Even as I was walking, all I could think of was you. You... were always my friend, in a school I didn’t have any. Never had any.”

Sonja felt tears starting to form in her eyes, “Meris... I...”

The young girl, no a senior just like herself, reached out with soft hands to tug at the fabric of her dress. Sonja shook, watching her with wide eyes as Meris gently eased the remains of the dress open, pulling it aside and letting it puddle to the floor. Sonja felt so naked in the bright blue gaze, but somehow it left a hot flush across her skin.

A heat boiled between Sonja's legs as the Meris trailed her hand down and pushed her fingertips underneath the band of Sonja's thong.

For the briefest of moments, Sonja wondered if Meris was going to finger her, and find that Sonja was suddenly soaked, but the pale girl only pushed the elastic down over Sonja's hips and pulled it free. It thumped lightly against the ground at Sonja's ankles.

No words were needed between them as Meris found a shirt for Sonja and handed it to her. Sonja blinked back the tears as she pulled it on.

Meris, on the other hand, didn’t look away. Instead, she watched with a strange expression that Sonja couldn’t identify.

Sonja finished tugging her shirt on, embarrassed that her nipples were peeking through. Her naked sex was tingling withe excitement and she could feel moisture gathering along her sex. Involuntarily, she looked down to see the same with Meris, something she’s seen hundred of times, but somehow it meant more than before.

More than ever before.

“Uh...”

Sonja paused for a moment, “We... we should go check on Rick.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure out something. He hurt both of us, more than anyone should be allowed to do.”

“I heard him threaten you, do you think he would have done something?”

“I-I don’t know. He was going to rape me, that much I know.”

They stood staring at the door of her room. On the very edge, Sonja could see the warm wood of her guillotine standing there. For a brief moment, she wondered if Rick would fit there.

Immediately, a cool breeze brushed up against her, leaving her shivering.

“Not that. I won't use that on him.”

The breeze stopped as Meris looked at her quizzically. “Sonja?”

Shaking her head, Sonja wondered how the coldness ended so quickly. But, she looked back at the concerned Meris. “Don’t worry about it, I just had a bad idea.”

“What?”

“Something we aren’t going to do.”

Meris leaned slightly to the side, as if to get a better look at the guillotine.

Sonja glanced down and saw that Meris' shirt had risen up on her thigh, exposing bare skin. With a flash, she realized both of them were wearing just a shirt and hadn't put on any other clothes. For a moment, she considered going back to her room to find a pair of panties to wear, but the idea of Meris seeing her pussy somehow sent a bolt of pleasure coursing through her veins. Sonja clutched the side of the door as the heat redoubled but then faded.

"Sonja?"

"Oh... nothing," Sonja said with a gasp. "We should... let's check on him."

They started up the stairs when Sonja heard Meris’ stomach rumble.

The frail girl blushed and held a hand over her stomach. “I’m sorry... I missed dinner.”

“Let’s figure out dinner before we figure out what to do with Rick.”

“Should we call the police?”

“It would be hard to explain why we dragged him into my kitchen.”

“Or," Meris said with a sudden smile, "why we are almost naked.”

Sonja blushed even hotter and a tiny ripple of heat and pleasure raced through her veins.

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, a crack of the kitchen light seeping through the door, Meris’ voice trailed up from behind her. “Are we going to hurt him?”

Sonja had no answer.

The door creaked open and Rick’s hate-filled gaze slammed into her. “It's the fucking bitches.” His voice was slurred.

Sonja fought a sudden urge of rage herself. “Rick, you tried to rape-”

“Yeah, you deserve it, you fucking bitch! You and that little slut of a butcher both deserve it!”