She held her head up high and walked towards the bar. Her heels clicked loudly on the ground, her skirt swished in the wind as did her lush curly dark brown hair that fell just past her buttocks. She approached the door and as she turned the knob she smiled as big as her cheeks would allow. As every Friday night, she took a seat at the counter and ordered a drink. The drink never wavered past half the glass. As per usual, she never has to wait more than twenty minutes before a handsome man came and sat down in the stool next to her. Tonight, the man who sat down was rather short. She would judge him as being five foot five. He had black hair that was cut so short it seemed as though he were bald. His body was marvelously scalped. You could see his bulging muscle clearly through his deep red shirt. He wore jeans that hung loosely off his hips. As she admired his body and godly features, her gaze drifted up towards his eyes. She could not help the gasp that escaped her lips. His eyes were of the most glorious blue with tiny specks of green that seemed to twist and turn as the light fell on them. She felt as if she were floating through space and each speck was a brightly lit star burning for ages. She was amazed at how lost she felt looking into his eyes. She was excited by the way they had consumed her very soul just by gazing into them. By the time she realized she had been sitting there for many minutes just staring at this man, he had already jumped into a conversation.
“I mean if you’d like I’d stay, but I do not wish to be a burden,” he was saying.
“Oh lord no! Stay! Please!” she practically yelled at him.
A smile grew on his face. He had the type of smile that could not help being contagious. My smile matched his exactly in size.
“Would you like a new drink? It looks like it had gone warm.” He asked.
His voice flew to my ears like a missile gliding smoothly through the air. It sounded like a melody that this planet had never heard or known.
“Yes please,” she replied.
The bartender came and exchanged her drink for another.
“If you do not mind me asking, what is your name?”
“Eddie Shrush, and yours?” he asked with a smile.
“Melony Ann.”
“What a beautiful name, Miss Melony.”
“Why thank you,” she said as she blushed deeply.
They talked of many things. He lived in Arizona and was visiting his three brothers and dying mother in California. He enjoyed reading and skiing. He worked as a tree cutter in various places around the world. He also learned much about her. Melony was a history teacher and lived in Ohio by herself. During summer vacation she visited a second house she had bought in California to sunbath on the beach. Her mother and father died when she was six years old and she lived with her older brother and their uncle until she could gather enough money and move out.
The conversation got tiring to Melony. She leaned forward and laid her left hand on his thigh. She was so close to his ear her lips just barely brushed it.
“Would you like to come home with me?” she whispered so softly and enticing that he got an erection. Her hand slowly crept up his thigh until it was just over the bulge in his jeans.
“Of course,” he breathed. He looked as though he were under a spell, enchanted by her beauty and saying anything that would please her. They walked out to her car and she drove quickly to her house just bouncing with excitement.
Her house was huge and spotless. The house was so spotless it seemed to be completely empty. She pulled his lips to hers and led him to her room. Her all-consuming kisses never ended as she pulled him on top of her on the bed. He pulled his shirt off and threw it away in the darkness and began undressing and exploring every inch of her glorious body. After he had undressed her and she lay there naked gazing up into his enchanting eyes, he met her every need and craving, sent her soaring into a frenzy of blissful climaxes. She pushed him to the bed and told him after she returned she would please him greatly.
She left for several long agonizing minutes and returned in black lacy lingerie. He smiled at her from the bed and grew even more excited just by staring at her beautiful figure in the darkness and imagining being inside that unearthly body.
She slowly floated to the bed and climbed on top of him. The love making lasted for hours and just as they both climaxed at the same time, she reached up into the bra part of the lingerie and withdrew a sharply pointed knife. He did not notice the knife due to the fact his eyes were closed.
She had stopped movement and sat on top of him. Just as he opened his eyes she cut his throat open with the knife. Blood spewed everywhere and dripped from Melony’s hair. She laughed softly as Eddie took his last breath, then leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
