Invisible Mask | LT Mystery ✔️

Chapter One: Lecherous

AUTHOR'S POV

On the inside of a quaint apartment the light heat from a furnace is giving the environment a soft warmth on a cold October night...the scent in the air is that of a sweet perfume. Most of the rooms in the home are empty with no trace of sound but in the back there's a bedroom with a soft one amidst. If one were approaching this sound they would describe it as a light, rhythmic squeaking noise coming from a bed...and they would be correct. On the other side of the door is a man and a woman which one could assume it's a couple who's partaking in the ultimate expression of their love. This heated session has been going on for several moments and it can only be described in one word...erotic. The woman underneath a chiseled body is shrieking in ecstasy as she feels his thick shaft at a strength unimaginable but beyond pleasureful sliding in and out of her warm sheath. A pool of moisture soaks underneath her and has been pouring heavily since the beginning of such an erotic time. Her supple breasts are covered in a thick sweat...her long, brown hair is also drenched in sweat thus giving it a darker hue. The man above her who's moving so powerfully inside of her is also sweating and as beads of it form and fall from his strategically crafted twists as well as his perfectly structured face onto her body it merely blends in with the hot, sticky substance. As he swivels his hips around and around while methodically switching to in and out his eyes are closed and there's a strong bite to his lower lip at the warm sensation around his manhood which is seemingly getting tighter and tighter causing moaning to resound from him. He's only a minute from climax and as he feels it burrowing through his speed intensifies and those moans turn into grunts. She too, is approaching her climax and as they release together the woman's moans turn into sweet cries as her body shakes violently at the strength of such an orgasm while an "ahh fuck" can be heard belting over her. He crashes his head next to her...panting heavily in her ear as he attempts to bring himself down from the intensity of his climax. When breathing from both has subsided he raises up and the instant he looks down at her he sees her warm smile followed by a sweet voice telling him that he was amazing...but he doesn't smile back. He merely nods then gently removes himself and raises up to sit on the edge of the bed. His elbows go to his knees and he drops his face in his hands as sort of a final recovery from releasing himself. Behind him lies the woman he just gave extreme pleasure to covering herself with a thin bed sheet who's now looking at him ever so confused as to why he's so quiet...quiet and distant...

"Are you ok"?

*silence*

"Laurent"?

Laurent slowly turns his head in her direction and she's in disbelief at what she sees behind his eyes. Just a couple of hours ago those brown eyes appeared to have life behind them...but as he looks at her now they're completely vacant..

"Are you"?

Laurent: "Yeah I'm fine". *sigh* "I um, I just have to leave". 

"Ok. Do you want my number"?

*brief pause*

Laurent: "Sure. I'll take it". 

With one hand holding the sheet to her body she leans over to the nightstand to take out a pen and paper from the drawer while he stands up to get dressed. Even as she writes her number down she's still confused and hands the paper to him in the same manner...

"You can call me anytime". 

Laurent: "Yeah oki". 

Casually taking the piece of paper from her he stuffs it in his pocket and turns around to head for the door all in one smooth movement leaving her nothing short of dazed. He steps outside in the cool weather and shivers at the touch of it against his body that's still sweaty in some areas. As he walks to his car his gaze is all around and he notices that the neighborhood is quiet. He looks at his watch and sees the reason for that. It's midnight so the people of the neighborhood are in the comfort of their homes sound asleep. Now on the inside of his car the key is inserted and ready to be turned...but he will sit in silence for now. He looks to his right and in the middle of the passenger seat is a nearly empty box of cigarettes so he picks it up to pull one out. With one dangling from his mouth he takes the lighter to ignite the flame then cups his hand around it as it lights the cigarette. He tosses the lighter to the side while inhaling a few puffs. As he inhales he turns in the direction of the apartment building he just left then leans to his right to take the piece of paper given to him out of his pocket. Across that paper reads the name, "Monica" with her phone number written underneath. He observes the scribbled words as he takes one more puff in and after one more look towards her apartment he balls the paper up with one fist and tosses it behind him in the backseat. He rolls down his window as he takes one more puff then flings the half-smoked cigarette out onto the street, cranks the car up and finally drives away. He isn't far from home but even in that short distance anger is spread across his face and he's unclear himself as to why he's so angry. Perhaps he's just in a bad mood overall. Or perhaps it's because he's had yet another meaningless one night stand with someone who has no prospect of a relationship with him...not even a date for that matter so crumbling that piece of paper was for the best. His mind is plagued with thoughts with one of them being unable to understand why he just can't seem to connect with anyone past a sexual level...why it's always one night stands with the feeling after those being the same. Anger. He's beginning to think he's just not capable of forming a romantic relationship with someone. Even a woman as beautiful and vivacious as Monica wasn't enough for him to think about anything more with. He approaches a stoplight and as he waits for it to turn his mind goes back his late night rendezvous and how from the moment they stepped inside of her apartment they were ripping their clothes off of each other as they backed up to her bedroom...practically naked by the time they entered. The moment they hit the mattress she was on her knees and he was behind giving it to her something fierce. His head thrown back with loud, monstrous grunts erupting from him while she screamed relentlessly. Then that recollection was interrupted by a different vision. A dark and very cold room much resembling this cold, fall night. The person in that room who can only be described as a monster. Evil eyes with such a deep, monotone voice that it nearly shook the room. The picture isn't vivid...or at least not as vivid as the voice but something about all of i causes Laurent to experience an anger boiling within him so he removes his right hand from the steering wheel to run through his twists in frustration then unexpectedly balls the fist of that hand and side punches the passenger seat completely enraged. The light turns green and when he presses the gas pedal the tires screech loudly as the car powers forward and takes off down the street. He loses control of the car as indicated by the pulls to each side of the street as the tires screech seemingly louder than before so he quickly brings that hand back to join the other on the wheel again...but he's still enraged and it isn't long before that speed picks up again with Laurent having no care of the threat of a speeding ticket or something far worse happening. By this point angry tears have built in his eyes and as he drives the remaining miles to his destination the hot tears are stinging his face. He finally arrives at the home he shares with his twin Larry and right away he sees a familiar car parked outside. The sight of it causes him to roll his eyes because he knows who's inside and he isn't particularly thrilled about it. Out of the car now he walks to the front door but takes his time unlocking and opening it in anticipation of seeing this person. Being that it's so late he walks into mostly darkness but from where he's standing he can see the light from the kitchen. Unsure of who's in there he doesn't want to take a chance so he attempts to walk by and pretend he doesn't notice but he can barely do so before he hears his name being called...