Julie and the cucumber

"Have you ever tried the shower head?" Jenny asked, her eyes wide with excitement, as if she was trying the shower head herself right now.

"We don't have a removable shower head in my house," Julie answered.

"Dude, my grandma's got one, and fuck yes, it's the fucking shit," Olivia affirmed.

"Yeah, you're missing out," Jenny told Julie.

"Is it better than your dildo?" Julie asked.

Jenny paused to think it over, then answered, "It can be. At times."

"You wanna hear something sick?" Yadira asked them.

"Spill it, bitch," Olivia spat.

"Megan told me she sticks a cucumber up her ass. She said it gets her off."

"That kinky bitch," Olivia gasped, her mouth agape for dramatic effect, then she cackled loudly.

"She's probably on to something," Jenny commented. "I've heard that one of the best ways to climax is through anal stimulation."

"Yeah, for dudes," Yadira put in.

Julie giggled, then asked, “Does she eat the cucumber after she’s done?”

That got a laugh out of all of them, and Olivia chided her, “Ew, bitch. You’re disgusting.”

Julie smiled and replied, “What? It’s a sin to waste food, you know.”

“Speaking of wasting food, are you gonna finish those fries?” Olivia asked.

Julie’s smile widened. “You want me to stick them up my ass first?”

“Bitch, I’ll stick my foot up your fucking ass.”

Julie laughed and handed Olivia her tray of fries. “They were a little cold today.”

“Girl, you’re trippin’. McDonald’s fries are always the shit.” Olivia told her, already cramming some in her mouth.

“Julie, don’t look, but there’s a creepy old dude over there checking you out,” Jenny murmured quietly.

Ignoring Jenny's advice, Olivia not only looked, she shouted out, "Hey, perv, she's fifteen!"

Since subtlety no longer mattered, Julie leaned forward to have a look at the source of this commotion. She saw a middle-aged man in his mid to early forties, with graying black hair, a full salt and pepper beard, a soft face and timid green eyes that flicked from Olivia’s scornful glare to Julie’s more inquisitive glance. Her dreamy blue eyes met his for a brief moment, and she saw a deep yearning in him before he quickly averted his gaze, nervous and perhaps ashamed.

Although mildly creeped out, she couldn’t help but pity this man, and so she spoke up to offer some sort of comfort, “Excuse my friend. She’s also only fifteen, and she hasn’t learned how to use tact.” She offered him her most disarming smile, and she thought she saw the slightest hint of a smile in return before Olivia retorted.

“Bullshit, bitch, this motherfucker keeps creepin’ on my friends and his ass is gonna be a tact.”

Julie laughed loudly at that, then grabbed Olivia’s arm and pulled her out of the booth they were in. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“I haven’t finished my fries,” Olivia objected.

“My fries,” Julie corrected. “And you can take them to go, come on.”

Jenny and Yadira followed them, murmuring something quietly amongst themselves. Once they were all outside in the parking lot, Jenny spoke with reproach, "Olivia, you crazy cunt, he could have been a serial killer!"

"So what if he was, serial killers don't kill people in public. They stalk their prey, and that fuck stick's still sitting in there eating his fucking cheeseburger," Olivia jerked her thumb at the huge glass window they were walking past. Julie peered through it and saw the man still on his stool, casting a furtive glance out at them. At her.

That creepy feeling returned to the pit of her stomach, but she shook it off. "She's right, and besides, you have better odds of being struck by lightning than being murdered by a serial killer," Julie added. "If you're gonna get murdered, it'll most likely happen by someone close to you. Like your boyfriend."

“Not me,” Jenny said. “Todd would never hurt me.”

“That’s what they always say before they’re brutally butchered,” Julie returned, grinning devilishly.

“Maybe Michael will brutally butcher you,” Jenny answered, with a grin of her own.

“Michael’s not my boyfriend, silly bitch.”

“Not anymore, but you’re even more likely to be killed by your ex.”

“He never was my boyfriend. We made out a couple times, and went on a few dates. That’s it.”

“Unrequited love is a huge motivation for butchery,” Jenny clapped back.

“Bitches, please, nobody’s getting butchered. If anybody tries to fuck with my girls, I’ll kick their fucking ass,” Olivia told them, and they all climbed in to Yadira’s BMW.

"So, where to now," Yadira asked from the driver's seat.

"Let's go to the pool," Jenny suggested.

"Fuck yeah, it's hot as fuck. The pool would feel bomb right now," Olivia agreed.

"Then I've gotta drive you all to your houses so you can change, and Olivia lives way over on Miller," Yadira complained.

"She can borrow one of my swimsuits," Jenny rebutted. Jenny and Olivia were both tiny. Barely five feet tall and no more than ninety pounds dripping wet. Julie sometimes wondered if they'd even hit puberty yet. At five foot five and just over a hundred and twenty-five pounds, Julie's tits were still a little underdeveloped, but she had the rounded ass and curvy figure one would expect in a post pubescent girl.

She would never fit into one of Jenny's suits like Olivia would, so when Yadira looked back at her she said, "Fine with me, but don't worry about going by my pad, I'm not gonna swim." She wasn't much of a swimmer anyway, and she always felt overly exposed in a swimsuit. Too many prying eyes.

"What are you gonna do then?" Jenny asked.

"I'll watch," but Julie was already thinking about catching a ride home and picking up a cucumber from the grocery store.




For a while she did just as she said, watching as Jenny and Olivia took turns jumping off the diving board and squealing, while Yadira treaded water in the deep end. It was one of those summer days where a fifteen-year-old kid could just relax and marvel at her own existence, at an age when it was easy to believe she had an eternity sprawled out before her, and everything in the world existed just for her. She had no idea she wouldn’t live to see the sunset.

The pool was outdoors, with a chain link fence surrounding it. There was a kiddie pool where toddlers splashed and mothers watched attentively, and the main attraction was large enough, starting off at three and a half feet deep, and spanning thirty yards in length and twenty feet in width, and deepening to nine and a half feet down where the diving board jutted out over the water like a stiff prick. Julie had paid her dollar fifty to get in, even though she wore basketball shorts and a tank top and had no intentions of jumping in.

Instead she lounged on one of the lawn chairs set off to the side and enjoyed the scenery. There was a muscular young man, perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three, swimming laps and throwing the occasional gainer off the board. He gave Julie warm feelings deep in her loins, and she did her best to imprint an image of him in her brain that she could call upon later. In her mind she saw him naked, caressing her smooth soft body with his chiseled hard one, then throwing her on the bed and pulling her hair as he stuck his giant cock up her ass.

She hadn't even noticed when Yadira got out of the pool, but when her phone sprang to life and she pulled it from her pocket, she saw the girl's face on the screen. As she touched the screen to answer a hand suddenly snatched it from her grasp, and she was lifted out of her chair from behind. A scream escaped her lips even as she began to understand what was happening. Yadira was a big girl, five foot eight and weighing close to a hundred and seventy pounds, and when she wrapped her arms around Julie and ran for the pool, Julie went with her, like it or not, until they both plummeted into the chilly depths.

"You bitch!" Julie shouted when she surfaced, but not without enough joviality to indicate she wasn't truly angry, then she splashed water at Yadira and began swimming for the edge of the pool in awkward strokes. Yadira splashed her back, but Julie didn’t engage further. It required her full attention to paddle to relative safety. Despite her soft body, Julie was an athlete, and on land she felt a sense of control and grace that vanished in the water. She was a capable enough swimmer to keep from drowning when thrown in the pool, but she was out of her comfort zone.

"Don't get out, slut. You're already in, just swim with us," Olivia pleaded.

The cute hunk of a man paddled past just then, and lifted himself from the pool like an aquatic god, droplets of water casting his well-toned muscles in a glistening light. As he padded barefoot to the base of the diving board, his sea-colored eyes met her sky blue ones, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. "Fine, I'll stay in for a while," she conceded, tearing her gaze from this finely sculpted specimen so she could look at Olivia.

“I saw that, you whore!” Olivia squawked.

“Saw what?” Julie asked coyly.

“You just eye fucked Thor over there. You horny little ho.”

Julie feigned shock. “I did not!”

“I eye fucked him,” Jenny said unabashedly, climbing out of the pool and making her way to the board.

"I've been eye fucking him for the past half hour," Yadira admitted quietly, as they watched the man turn a double front flip with easy agility. Jenny followed him off the board, but instead of her usual jumping and squealing, she appeared to be trying to pull off a trick of some sort. It was difficult to tell, because her feet flew forwards as she managed only a feeble bounce, and as momentum took her legs out from under her, the back of her head came crashing into the board with a sickening crack, and she went limply into the water.

"Jenny!" Julie cried, and without a moment's consideration for her poor aquatic skills, she began swimming towards her friend. Before she was even relatively close to reaching her, the hulking hunk of a man had the unconscious girl in tow. He lifted her from the water like a ragdoll and placed her gently on the concrete. It was the part of the story where he would resuscitate her and she would wake up locking lips with him, but this wasn't a movie.

Instead he stood up, looked frantically around, and asked, "Does anybody know CPR or something?" It might have been comical if the situation wasn't so grim.

"Call 911!" Julie cried out, trying not to swallow water as she paddled pathetically across the pool.

"Right," the man said, as if this thought had never occurred to him, and he ran to a bench where his towel and clothes and other small items lay. He found his phone and began dialing.

Oh God, don't die, Jenny, Julie thought, making painfully slow progress through the pool. Somehow she still made it across before Yadira or Olivia, although she knew they were both better swimmers. Perhaps it was due to adrenaline, or her quick reflexes, or perhaps she wasn't as bad a swimmer as she thought and she just needed the proper motivation. No matter the reason, her friend was lying on her back, eyes closed and motionless, and Julie needed to reach her.

She lifted herself out of the pool and scrambled to her friend’s side, where the lifeguard on duty, a pretty seventeen-year-old brunette who took this job expecting to soak up some sun and shout at unruly kids every now and then, stood gawking stupidly. Julie placed a hand on Jenny's chest and a finger under Jenny's nose, and to her tremendous relief she felt the girl's ribs lower as she exhaled, and felt the soft expulsion of air on her finger, and then felt the expansion with the succeeding intake of breath. "She's breathing!" Julie called out to no one in particular. "She's breathing," she repeated in a softer voice, laughing and sobbing at the same time.

Yadira and Olivia arrived beside her, and they all exchanged nervous glances, none of them quite knowing what to do next. Julie looked over at Thor, who was walking towards them, talking on his phone. "She's breathing, she's alive," she told him, wiping the tears from her soft, pink cheeks.

"Yes, she's breathing, her friend says,” Thor said to his phone. “I think she just knocked herself unconscious."

"Come on, wake up, you stupid cunt," Olivia murmured.

Julie looked from her friend to the man, who continued the conversation with the 911 operator. "Jonathan Gates... yes G-A-T-E-S." Then he rattled off a series of numbers that Julie understood was his phone number, and she found herself trying to memorize it. Even as she told herself she was much too young for this guy, she imagined calling him up late that evening and having a lengthy, flirtatious conversation with him, blissfully unaware she would be dead before evening fall.

Wow, I'm a terrible person, she thought. My friend is lying here unconscious, maybe in a coma, maybe dying, and I'm day dreaming about guys.

Olivia kept telling Jenny to, "Wake up, goddamit, wake up you fucking cunt," and Jonathan continued talking on the phone, rattling off facts, and Julie sat there in a daze, feeling utterly useless. This went on for perhaps a minute or two, or perhaps an eternity, before Jenny's eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Stop calling me a cunt, you whore," she told Olivia, and Julie, Yadira, and Olivia all laughed hysterically at that.

“Oh thank God,” the lifeguard muttered in the background.

"She's awake," they heard Jonathan announce excitedly, and the girls all cast their eyes his way. He was still on the phone with the 911 operator, sharing the good news.

"This is Jonathan. He saved your life," Julie told Jenny.

Jonathan looked confused. "Have we met?" he asked, covering the receiving end of the phone.

Oh shit! All the blood rushed to Julie's face, turning her adorable visage a bright shade of red as she realized her blunder. Unable to come up with a convincing lie, Julie just admitted to eaves-dropping. "I... heard you on the phone. Jonathan Gates, right?" She smiled nervously.

"Yeah, that's right," he acknowledged. Then, to the phone he said, "Yeah, I'll tell her, thanks." Looking at Jenny he said, "They advise you not to move too much. An ambulance is on the way. You might have a concussion." Then speaking to the phone again, he thanked the operator and ended the call. Extending a hand to Julie he smiled charmingly and said, "Jonathan."

Julie eagerly took his hand and shook it, then with a big goofy grin she replied, “Julie, nice to meet you.”

“Olivia,” Olivia told him with a little wave.

“I’m Jenny,” Jenny said dreamily.

“Yaya,” Yadira offered.

“Nice to meet you all.” Then to Jenny he added, “You scared the shit out of me.”

Jenny gave him a bashful look. “Yeah, well, thanks for saving my life.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m sure your friends would have saved you anyway,” he looked at Julie. “I just got there first.” With that the man walked back over to his stuff, picked up a towel and began drying off.

“Did he give me mouth to mouth?” Jenny asked, looking hopeful.

Julie giggled. “Nope, sorry.”

“Yeah, Julie fucked that up for you. She told him you were breathing,” Olivia added.

They all smiled and laughed, and Julie offered an apology for fucking up Jenny’s chance to French kiss Jonathan, and when the ambulance came Jenny got a ride to the hospital. The EMT’s concluded that she did in fact have a concussion, and it was better to be safe than sorry.

With their desire to swim quelled, Julie had Yadira drop her off at her neighborhood grocery store, where she carefully picked out a perfectly sized cucumber before walking home.




Stripped of all her clothes, Julie admired her reflection in the full length vanity mirror next to her closet. It was hard to believe only a few years ago she had been a pudgy and unattractive tween. She ran her hands over her perfectly rounded buttocks, up along her shapely hips, splayed them against her soft flat tummy, feeling her warmth there, then moved them up and cupped her perky and budding young breasts. She pretended they were Jonathan's hands, and jiggled her tits before squeezing and pinching her nipples.

With a soft sigh she moved to her bed and lay down, cucumber in hand. Here goes nothing, she thought, and she began to shove the phallic vegetable up her ass. In her mind it was Jonathan's huge cock invading her, and at first it brought nothing but discomfort. After a bit of prodding and maneuvering however, she felt the first pangs of pleasure. It was a peculiar pleasure, as it was accompanied by dull pain, but that somehow made it better. She pushed the cucumber deeper, and found a way to rotate and massage it against a wall of flesh deep inside her that must have been connected to her clit.

Her titillation intensified, and soft moans began to emanate from her plush lips. Her hips gyrated and she plunged the cucumber deeper still, sucking air over her teeth. Explosions of ecstasy ravaged through her, and she began to cry out. Her parents both worked until the late afternoon and her brother was away at summer camp, so she had no reason to hold it in. Delectation washed over her in waves, and she felt a culmination of epic proportions coming, and fought to stave it off. Not yet. Let me enjoy this a little longer. She bit her lip and moved the cucumber ever so slightly, trying to delay the coming apex of stimulation, but she needn't worry - she would never achieve an orgasm, not now or ever again.

It was at that precise moment that a bullet smashed into her vulva, barreling deep into her innards, glancing off her spine and coming to rest after bursting through the lining of her stomach. Her immense pleasure was almost immediately stolen from her, replaced instead by a horrible pressure cascading from her abdomen to her groin. A second bullet quickly followed the first, again punching into her vagina and carving a path through her cervix and uterus and wreaking havoc on her intestines before coming to a stop beside her spinal column.

Julie had her back arched and her hips raised in the air when she accepted those first two slugs, and as she dropped her butt on the bed, shoving the cucumber all the way inside her anus, she was shot a third time. This time the bullet entered her pussy but took a slightly different trajectory, shearing off the tip of the cucumber that was buried in her colon, and exiting her body near the top of her lumbar region.

"Oh fuck," Julie gasped, sitting up and spotting the man in the corner of her room. Who was he and how long had he been there? Why had he shot her in the snatch? Would she still be able to have kids? Could she still pleasure herself? Was she dying? So many questions swirled in her mind, but aloud she simply said, "You shot me in the cunt."

With one hand pressed against her belly and the other holding her vajayjay, trying to stem the massive flow there that was pouring down her thighs, Julie stood up. Blood from the hole in her stomach welled up through her esophagus and spilled over her lips and down her chin. "I think I need a tampon," she said sullenly, and she headed for the door.

The man watched her with attentive eyes, but she barely looked at him. She noticed the silencer on his pistol, but quickly looked away. She wanted to believe he wasn't there, that this wasn't real. So she walked out of the room and into the hallway. There was a foray leading to the back yard not thirty feet away, and she was determined to make it there.

A few steps into the hallway she was shot again. The bullet bore into the small of her back and exited to the lower left of her navel. Julie squawked, placed a hand against the wall to steady herself, and looked down to examine the exit wound. As she was staring at her smooth soft tummy, three more holes opened up around her navel in the space of about a second. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." Blood spurted and streamed from her belly, and Julie glanced back over her shoulder at her shooter and offered him a thin smile. "Nice shooting."

I can still survive this, she told herself, and she faced forward and continued down the hall. A couple steps later she was shot a little higher up, the bullet tore through her liver, and the exit wound opened in the right side of her upper abdomen. “Christ on a cracker,” she muttered, and when she tried to continue walking she lost her footing and fell to her knees. The foray was still a good twenty feet away.

Her left hand remaining on the wall, her right hand clutching her midsection, Julie shuffled forward on her knees, then caught her ninth bullet of the day. It entered to the right of her spine and cut a groove through some blood vessels and tissue before exiting beneath her right breast. Her back arched, she grunted in pain and leaned forward, and finally fell face first on her stomach. I’ve gotta keep moving. I’ve gotta get outside. If someone had asked her why, what she expected to happen once she was outside, she wouldn’t have had an answer, but as long as she was moving, she wasn’t dying.

She picked herself up on her elbows and knees and began a broken version of a military crawl. She hadn’t covered more than a foot or two when she was shot in the left hamstring. She cried out softly, but didn’t stop. Two more rounds quickly followed, both striking her in the left buttock, chewing through fat and muscle before lodging themselves against her pelvis. “Ooooo, fuck my life,” she murmured, and continued to crawl. The foray was maybe fifteen feet away when she was shot in the asshole. The cucumber shattered, shards of the ruined vegetable shooting up into the tangles of her intestines, and the bullet ripped out of Julie’s body a couple inches above her navel.

Her hips fell to the ground, but she continued pulling herself forward on her elbows. She was becoming more and more certain that she was dying, but she still couldn’t stop. In fact she was shocked to discover how badly she wanted to live, and that her faith in an afterlife was so superficial it had completely abandoned her now. Even as she saw the man standing over her in her peripheral vision, and the foray was still at least ten feet away, she didn’t give up.

It wasn’t until she was shot for the fourteenth time and her right nipple disappeared, sheared away by a chunk of expanding lead and bits of flesh, lung, and bone, that she finally stopped. She lay in agony and exhaustion, with her left cheek against the floor, then flipped herself onto her back, her sensual lips peeled back in a snarl as blood sprayed through her gritted teeth. She wanted to get a better look at the man who was killing her.

“You,” she said, recognizing the soft face, the graying hair, and the green eyes that were no longer timid. It was the man from McDonald’s, whom she had tried to comfort. So he had been stalking her. He was a serial killer after all. Julie couldn’t believe it. Life truly was stranger than fiction. She managed a pained giggle, then told her killer, “Olivia would never believe it. I've been serial killed. I had a better chance of getting struck by lightning.” She laughed again, but her laughter trailed into a sob, and her killer shot her in the left breast, destroying her other nipple and puncturing her other lung.

She lifted her head to look at her ruined body, remembering how hearty and hale she had looked just minutes earlier when she had been eyeballing herself in the mirror, and she marveled at how quickly things had changed. Less than a minute ago she had been feeling the greatest pleasure of her young life, and now she was in more agony, misery and anguish than she ever imagined possible.

As she laid her head back on the carpet, blood streaming from her nostrils and pouring from the corners of her mouth, she met her killer’s gaze for the second time that day and saw how much he was enjoying this. It made her consider the terrible injustice of a kind, caring, innocent fifteen-year-old girl dying so this graying old man could get his kicks. Life was so unfair.

Her final minutes wound down there, on the floor of her hallway, blood pooling under her naked body, sharp pain stabbing through her midriff and her mind in the grips of panic as she grappled with the finality of death, before she eventually suffocated on her own blood.