Chapter 12: The Morning After (FF oral rom cons)

The morning was warm. Warm and comfortable. It surrounded Sonja with a delicate perfume that she never wore. She moaned softly and stretched out, encountering warm flesh underneath her palm. Half awake, she explored along curves that weren't her own. When her fingertips cause a nipple, she cupped it and enjoyed the smooth skin and faint pulse underneath her grip.

Another moan, a woman’s, filled her ears and the nipple grew harder in her palm.

A strange and unfamiliar pleasure grew inside Sonja, bubbling between her legs and seeping through her veins. She moaned herself and pulled her body. Her own naked skin molded to the other woman's until she was spooned up against a bare ass and her face buried in short hair and the nape of her lover's neck.

She didn't want to open her eyes, to ruin the glorious waking. Breathing in deep, she shuffled closer until her hard nipples ground against her lover's back.

Lover.

It was a strange word, but somehow it felt right. She moaned again and heard another moan in response. It was a voice, someone’s voice, one she knew, but the sleepy daze of waking up refused to let her identify it.

Hot fingers rose up to caress hers. They pressed the fingers against the nipples, caressing them until they were heated hardness underneath her fingertips. Then, they drew her down across naked flesh, down along the swell of the tummy and to the valley below. A slick moisture greeted her questing fingers and she felt her lover shiver with pleasure as fingertips eased apart the folds, questing for that tiny fold of pleasure.

Meris, as she realized who it was, gasped out, whimpering as Sonja found the center of pleasure and stroked it slowly, tiny circles that always brought herself to the height of pleasure. Meris whimpered, pressing up against Sonja's back, tiny gasps of pleasure filling them.

Lost in the pleasure, even as she struggled with the idea of being a lesbian, Sonja continued to stroke between her best friend’s legs, invoking tiny moans of pleasure.

Meris’ hands reached back along her own skin, along goosebumps, seeking out Sonja's slit.

Sonja gasped herself, parting her legs underneath the silk sheets as the fingers reached closer and closer to the core of her being.

The doorbell shattered the mood as both girls sat up suddenly. Sonja gasped as she looked around. They were in her mother's bedroom, lost in a tangle of king-sized sheets and blankets. Both of their clothes were strewn across the room: Sonja's bra hanging from the doorknob, Meris' plain-looking panties on top of Sonja's mother's lipstick and perfume bottles, one of Sonja's sock made one last attempt to cling to the bed before sliding off. A hot flush rose in Sonja's cheeks as she tried to remember the night before, but the doorbell rang out again followed by pounding.

“Meris...?”

The frail girl looked at Sonja, cheeks and body hot with her own flush. Her nipples were standing up, a dusty rose color against her pale skin. They stared at each other, terrified and passionate at the same time.

Then the doorbell rang out again, a haunting noise.

“Uh...”

Meris started to look around for a shirt, or something to cover her. Sonja spied her mother’s robe and grabbed it. Slipping it over her nude body, she sprinted down the stairs, her bare feet slapping. At the door, she managed to thread the rope belt together and closed it, preventing her breasts from pushing out of the slick material.

Taking a deep breath, she unbolted the front door and opened it. When she saw an uniformed officer standing there, she jumped with surprise. He was surprisingly cute, a dark haired man with an infectious smile. She stared at him for a moment, then realized who it was—Ming’s boyfriend.

He gave her a hesitant smile, “Sonja? Sonja Bremus?”

Sonja nodded, unsure of what was going on. Upstairs, she could hear Meris fumbling for something to wear. Concentrating, she looked at the officer who pulled out a book.

“Sorry to wake you,” he looked like he was avoiding looking at her, “but I needed to check up on a few things. We found Rick Silver’s car a few miles back. Uh, Ming said something about you going on a date. And, with him not coming home last night, I figured I’d check it out.”

The memory of last night flooded through Sonja: the dinner, the attempted rape, and even the death and pool of blood. She felt her face drop and blanched in fear. The officer’s face hardened as he stared at her and she felt a prickling of fear, a sudden desire not to let him in the door.

Realizing that she was acting guilty, she let the rage fill her, part from memory and part from acting. “Bastard left me in the middle of the road when I didn’t want to fuck him.”

“Mind if I write this down?”

“Please do. He left me to walk home for three damn hours, didn’t get home until well after midnight.”

“Is there anyone who can confirm this?”

As if on cue, Meris, wearing nothing but a long silk blouse, scrambled down the stairs, gave the police officer a squeak, and ran for the kitchen, bare legs flashing. Sonja managed to look over her shoulder to see just a flash of naked lips between her legs. The officer, James, leaned to the side to watch it with a grin, but when he looked back, his eyes were more serious.

“Do you mind if look around? Just for a few minutes?”

She hesitated and the friendly look on his face faded.

“Please let me. Otherwise, I’ll get a search warrant in a few minutes.”

Sonja started to say no, but a cold wind snapped out of the house, blowing up her robe. She felt it trying to push her to the side, to step away from the door and she tightened her muscles as the breeze grew in strength. The fabric fluttered, exposing her pussy and breasts but James didn’t seem to notice.

After a moment of resisting, she gave a silent prayer that the spectral force in the house knew what was going on and stepped aside.

James stepped inside, his right hand free and hovering over his gun and the pad of paper in his left. He headed straight for the kitchen, where Meris ran into. Sonja followed, fear prickling her spine as she did. She considered running away, fleeing, but a cool breeze threatened her and she felt trapped, but unable to run.

His boots rapped against the wooden floor and he stepped into the kitchen without a pause. Sonja closed her eyes tightly, but when no gasp, yelling, or accusations came, she slowly opened one, then the other eye.

The kitchen was spotless. No blood or even a body. Just a chair in the middle with a few strands of rope beneath it. On the table, one plate rested near the edge, with a knife and fork on each, smears of grease across the plate. Across the kitchen, on the stove, was the frying pan with the charred remains of hamburger still on it. Sonja swallowed hard, trying to figure out what they ate... then looking away as she realized that one of the pieces of meat was not in the pan: Rick's penis.

James sniffed and peered inside, walking around a stunned Meris who stood in the middle, her eyes locked on the same plate. He circled the room once, then stopped to look at the chair. A smirk ghosted across his lips as he made a meaningful look at Sonja, then Meris, then back at the chair. "I'm going to say you were both tied up all night?"

When Sonja didn’t respond, he left for the other rooms. Sonja stared around at the room, seeing where the blood had pooled on the now spotless floor, where Rick died in the chair, and even the plate on the counter. Every moment, she expected James to come bursting in with his gun drawn, but she couldn't draw herself away from looking at the spotless kitchen.

James stuck his head in. "Mind if I check upstairs?"

Dumbly, Sonja nodded.

Meris finally stirred, looking at Sonja.

As James started up the stairs, Sonja held up her finger. At Meris' nod, she turned and followed James up as he inspected the upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the front door. He made no effort to ask about the basement, as if he didn't even see the door in the kitchen. He also didn't even look out into the backyard.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Sonja, but I had to do a check. If you see Rick, please tell us. We don’t like it when teenagers go missing.”

“Uh... what will you do?”

“Look around for him, and hope he didn’t cross the ravine.”

“The ravine?”

“Yeah, by the burnt-out bridge. Stupid teens sometimes crawl over or find some other way across. And then we never see them again."

A faint hope of relief flooded through her. “And... you think he did that?”

“I don’t know. His car was close enough to it and it's happened before. It gets messy over there, a lot of people high up are tied to that place and we are discouraged from crossing over. That type of thing always gets handed over to the Feds and we never hear about it again. Nasty politics and lots of money.”

“Oh... okay.”

He stepped out on the porch and favored her with a smile. “If you see him again, please call me.” He handed her a card before continuing, “And if he hurt you in any way, please report it to the police station.”

Sonja lied again, shaking her head, “No... he didn’t hurt me at all.”

His boots tapped against the stairs. To her surprise, he stopped at the bottom. “And if you are planning on doing much more bondage in the kitchen, please be careful. Too many people get hurt when they don’t know what they are doing.”

A hot flush exploded in her cheeks as she realized what he saw in the chair, and their outfits. Looking away, she felt his eyes and chuckle sear her back before his boots crunched on the gravel. A few moments later, his car roared to life and he pulled away, leaving only a cloud of dust behind.

Sonja watched the drive until the dust faded away, half afraid that he would turn around. When no SWAT team or police came, she slowly turned back into the house and padded to the kitchen.

Meris was on the chair, her feet on the ropes, sobbing. As Sonja entered the room, she looked up.

“What... what happened?”

Shaking her head, Sonja stared at the frying pan and the floor, trying to see the signs of blood or destruction that filled the kitchen just the night before. She peered at the cracks between the tiles or underneath the counters, but there was no hint of blood where she remembered it splashing. Even the chair had been fixed, as if Rick had never shattered it.