Part XXXVIII - Revelations So Scorching

Friday evening, party central...

As Randal Blavin prepared to heap bloody death upon the head of the boy who had stolen away his unexpected heart’s desire, twenty meters away his best pal in the world burst from the back door of his home, eyes blazing with the desire to rain down with the same level of violence on the mystery man who had dared come between him and his beloved Auntie Dale.

Where is she? Where! Where is HE?! That fucking bastard! Lawyer my ass! If he so much as LOOKS at her in my presence then I’m gonna-

... sonofabitch...!

Kev Heterson screeched to a halt in the middle of the milling surprise affair and stared across the length of the backyard to right side of the swimming pool, where stood a dusky-skinned girl, a glass of bubbling liquid in one hand and a giggle bursting from her lips thanks to the funny story that the woman before them had just finished telling her portion of the celebrants.

Whoa ... lookit her...

His fists loosened and the hands fell dull at his sides, his face, formerly twisted in jealous fury, smoothed to wanton lust.

Tia ... Jalone?

... wow...

She was clad in a stunning violet cocktail dress, it was low on the bust and high on the thigh, tight in all the so-right places. With a touch of sultry red lipstick and her cocoa-brown hair piled up upon her little head in savory ringlets, his next door neighbor looked like a poised and saucy girl twenty years of age instead of gawky sixteen year old, a girl cast sexy to Kev due to the mere fact that of her innocence and inexperience.

Desire rose hydrostaticly within him like a just-struck artesian well. If somebody had leaned in and asked after his aunt Kev would have been like “Huh? Dale who?”

She looks amazing, and as he strode toward her he self-consciously smoothed down his white dress shirt and straightened the green silk power tie he’d borrowed from his Dad’s wardrobe. I wonder if she’ll think I look good too? He combed his shaggy locks of dirty-blond hair back with his fingers and closed upon the mini diva’s position, snatching a glass from a passing tray to add to his cultured facade, then stretching a rakish smile across his lips and crinkling his eyes in that sparkily way he’d also borrowed from his father, he stepped up before the newest object of his rapidly shifting desire and said

“And just what the hell do you think you’re doing, boy!” growled the man-mountain that suddenly materialized three inches before him, slamming down like an impenetrable barrier between him and the now completely obscured Tia.

Kev couldn’t stop and ran bodily into his interceptor, deflected back off him a few steps, staggered and spilled his purloined drink. The champagne plummeted downwards and splashed across the toes of his loafers and soaked the cuffs of his pants, but Kev didn’t notice at all, he only had saucered eyes for the huge man that towered over him like Goliath over David.

Wh-Where’s a ... a slingshot when y-you need one?!

“What ... you thought I’d just forget about what you did, kid?” and Steve Jalone raised a hand like a pie plate and took hold of Kev’s shoulder with it, dug in painfully. The teenage boy grunted in pain and fought to not allow his knees to buckle.

Ohhhh crap...!

Kev tried to pull his shoulder free, but Tia’s father’s grip was like a titanium vise.

“Let me go!” Kev hissed, eyes scanning back-and-forth, not wanting the confrontation to be noticed.

But if any adult cast a glance in their direction all they saw was an unruly boy being disciplined by his father, nothing of interest, and cold terror crept down Kev’s spinal column like a sickly ice spider.

“You were approaching my daughter!” Steve’s growl was low and animalistic, like that of a junkyard dog defending it’s dinner.

“I--I wasn’t-”

Steve propelled the boy forward toward the house, “You and me, kid, we’re going to have us a conversation.”

And ten seconds later he was dragging Kev down the steps into the very empty Heterson basement...

At the exact same moment in the woods behind the Heterson’s...

With sounds of the chatting crowd receding behind his back, Randy Blavin pushed deeper through the thick bracken, angling around thin-trunked saplings and shouldering past pine trees whose needles rattled against his stiffly-starched sports coat.

I hate this friggin zoot-suit, and I’m probably getting sap on it, but who the fuck cares, anything’ll be worth it if I can locate Wittes in here. I just gotta do it with her again, shit, she’s all I’ve been thinking about lately, even Kev’s Auntie has taken a back seat in my dreams to Wittes tits!

Heh, Wittes Tits! That should be her nickname!

But he halted amongst the heavy undergrowth for a moment and panned his gaze about the thick wall of greenery, searching for any sign of his breasty quarry, but none came.

Damn she could be anywhere in here, and if she’s being quiet then I could walk right past her, less then a foot away, and easily miss her. And I don’t wanna!

But ... I can’t call out to her, that’s a stupid idea. And sure, I’m big on throwing caution to the wind, but if those adults behind me hear me shouting out a girl’s name then everything goes in the crapper and my dick definitely stays un-sticky tonight. And that’s just not gonna happen! Nope! I need me some pussy and all the glorious goods that come with it!

He leaned against a handy spruce sapling, scratched his head and frowned.

So ... what should I do? What do the scouts say to do if you’re trying to find somebody or something out in the woods? Climb the tallest tree and scan about like a dork with your Army-Navy Surplus binoculars? Well, first off I don’t have any binoculars, and (b) none of these trees are strong enough to support my weight. This is a suburban sprawl, an artificial wilderness planted like seventeen or twenty years ago at most, so there is no mighty oaks like something out of a fantasy fairy tale just waiting for me to heartily climb them and nestle at the top amongst the happy squirrels and Keebler Elves so that I can spy out my lady fair.

So ... what should I-

His train of thought derailed and plummeted into a ravine with nary a toot on it’s steam whistle, as his ears picked up a noise that didn’t belong in the manufactured copse of firs and bushes: the sound of a human female speaking low.

Bingo bango bongo! There’s the lady in question, yes!

He rotated around to bear upon the sound of the girl’s voice and began struggling again through the jury-rigged forest, doing his best to prowl, not wanting to give his target the idea that some evil predator was closing on her position lest she take flight in fear and return to the Heterson’s party.

Except that there IS an evil predator closing on her position: me! Heh! And this psychopath means to destroy her! Or at least, destroy her pussy! And maybe her mouth! Ohhh, I bet Kris gives sweet, sweet head. Just imagine her on her knees before you, head bobbing with those hot glasses of hers all crooked and her hair whisking about her shoulders as her tongue lashes against your--Huh?

He was halfway though what appeared to be the bush-thickened boundary of a clearing in the woods, but he had frozen for a second because he could swear that on top of Wittes murmuring, he could now perceive ... it was...

... no...

What?! No!

Anger rose within him and he didn’t know why, because it didn’t seem to come from the realization that he wasn’t going to be getting any tonight, but that he should have realized two very important things awhile ago. The first was that Krista wouldn’t have ventured into these unknown woods alone, and (B) was that Lacey Robbins was a super mega fucking mean bitch, like all hot and popular girls on top of their school’s social pyramid, so yeah, Lacey had probably sent him on a fool’s errand, knowing that the target of his affections had come to Kev’s Dad’s surprise party with a date!

The slut!

Krista, not Lacey. But she’s a slut too! And I’m gonna make her pay for doing this to me later, oh yeah!

But first things first!

And gritting his teeth he pushed forward and emerged into the clearing, popping out right behind the guy who was currently getting what belonged to HIM! To HIM, Randy Blavin! She--She’s mine! Those tits! They are MY property! He raised fists high above his head, fury raging through him like an inferno and with all his strength he

... he...

... what the heck am I doing?! Jeez, come on, just fuck the bitch if she wants this guy instead of me. Shit, I’ll just go find Auntie Dale, ply her with alcohol and when she’s good and sloshed I’ll fuck her ass. Yeah!

He lowered his hands and made to turn carefully and slink away without disturbing the lovers, because the last thing he wanted spread around school was that he was a peeping tom who stalked making-out kids. He was already a constant joke on the school ground and he definitely didn’t need his crappy lot in life to get any wor-

“R-Randy?” spoke up Krista.

Shit!

He forced an embarrassed smile and turned back around to see Wittes looking up from embracing her stud.

And yep! Her glasses are all askew, and just as I knew they would be, it makes her look ten times hotter, fuck...

“Um ... hi. Sorry! Didn’t mean to disturb you guys.”

The guy raised his head from sucking on Kris’s left breast, looked back over his shoulder with a scowl and Randy recognized Harry Trichards, one of the school football team jarheads. Not one of the bad ones though, he wasn’t a bully or anything. Probably ‘cause he’s even a worse poon-hound then even me, heh! He’s actually getting some, lots of it if the rumors are true, so Trichards doesn’t have time for lesser things like stuffing guys like me in lockers, he needs to save his energy for, well, heh, what he’s doing right now.

But, shit, this guy can have his pick of cheerleaders and the best snatch Danover Junior High has to offer, so then why is he slumming with a bookworm like Wittes here? Sure, she’s a good fuck, I can personally testify to that, but he should have automatically written her off. Except for being smart, Krista is the social equivalent of, well, me. So ... what gives?

“Blavin?” glared his social superior, “Hey, beat it! Quit cockblocking-”

“Heh!” giggled Kris, “C-Cockblocking! Sounds like--urp!--that mmmmight be ... might be fun...!”

Randy frowned himself, “Ah, she’s been drinking. Heh, Trichards, you’re definitely going to get some then.”

“I ... I have nnnot been drinking!” retorted Wittes and to prove it she picked up the open bottle of Jack Daniels and gulped down some more.

“Ssssee? I haven’t ... haven’t had a dr-drop ... heh!”

Randy shook his head, chuckled, “Okay, sorry, I had only come back here to, uh, smoke. I had no idea the clearing was ocupado.”

He started backing up.

But Kris threw out a hand waving him back, “Awww, Randy, y-you leaving?”

“Uh ... yeah. Of course I am.”

She pursed her lips and pouted, then looked back to Harry, “Randy h-has a BIG dick!” She pressed a hand over her mouth and giggled madly.

Harry looked back to Randy, “She being serious, Blavin? You tapped this?”

“Um ... yeah. Sorry if you thought you were gonna be her first, but I gotta tell you, Dude, some quarterback popped that cherry long before me--hey, wait! You! You’re the quarterback!”

“Keep it down, asswipe!” growled Trichards, “You wanna bring the whole party down onto us?”

“I--I like Randy’s d-dick! Hic!” Krista bounced up-and-down on Harry’s lap like he was a carnival ride, “He burned off my hair b-b-but he mmmade it up to me by fffuckin me silly! Hee-hee-hee!”

“Shhh!” Harry hissed, “Shit, Kris! People are gonna hear you!”

She yawned widely and leaned back, sort of half-fell, half-rolled off his lap and landed on her back in the grass, “I f-feel sleepy now. You two ... go away. Gonna take a nnnap...”

She slung an arm over her eyes and began to breath slower, and both guys gaped down at her half-naked body, lust shining from their faces.

“Oh duuude...” groaned Randy.

Her big, naked breasts slowly rose and fell, rose and fell, the nipples soft and tiny amongst the obscenely jutting creamy domes. Sitting on Harry’s lap had left Kris’s gown pushed up high exposing the bottom half of her panties and the curve of her big mound seemed to gently thrust along with her exhales.

“So much for either of us getting lucky I guess.” frowned Randy and moving into the clearing he stooped and gripped Krista’s arm.

“Uh ... what exactly are you doing?” asked Harry.

“What do you think, Dude? Get her other arm and we’ll haul her back to the party and stick her in a lawn chair, she can sleep it off and get yelled at by her mom.” Heh, that might be fun to watch...

Harry smiled darkly, “Yeah ... sure, we could do that. Or ... we could do something else entirely...”