The Night the Vampires Came

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Kissing Holly was like sucking on a cherry ring-pop. Her lips, though parched, still tasted sweet. It must have been my imagination, or maybe it was her lip gloss. Everything about her was succulent and feminine. Growing up, I never liked her because of how girly she was, and now I understood it only added to my desire for her.

Her skin smelled like sunshine and roses. The blush in her pale, translucent cheeks as her lips met mine, again and again, reminded me of a field of flowers under the sun. I could understand as I ran my lips over her skin why all the boys in school were obsessed with her. Yet, here she was with me and not any of them.

As Holly pressed her chest against mine, I felt the softness of her breasts under her fuzzy sweater. Momentarily, I was embarrassed I never had much of a chest. My figure was boyish at best. In contrast, Holly had more than enough bosom for both of us. She raised her hand to my neck, directed my gaze back to her face, and pressed my mouth up against hers.

I wasn't content to let her take the lead in everything we were doing. I wrapped my hand around the softness of her bosom. She was mine. Holly. The one who all the boys in my high school wanted was all mine.

I wondered why. Maybe in going after that vampire today, I had proved myself to have more steel inside me than the rest of them. Then again, the only competition I had was Jack, who was about as useful to us in a fight as a pair of glasses was to a sea urchin.

"What about Andrew?" I whispered to her as Holly kissed her way down my neck, and her hair fell around my face in a cascade of light brown.

"What about him?" Holly replied as she pulled my shirt over my head. She pinned my arms above my head and straddled me. I didn't even care that her jeans were stained with vampire blood. What did a little bit of black, dried blood matter anymore? We were probably all going to die soon.

"Nothing," I replied into her smirking face. Yes, why ruin a good thing? Who knew if she was really dating Andrew or he was just one of her many back-up boys on retainer.

"Just lay back and relax," Holly said with a mischievous smile on her face. "You don't need to be scared with me. I'm going to keep kissing you."

As Holly kissed her way down in the valley between my breasts, down the hollow of my stomach, I wanted to stop her.

"Holly," I whimpered.

"Just relax," she whispered again and continued.

*

After my shower, I went downstairs for a glass of water. Glancing at my face in the mirror by the front door, I noticed my cheeks were extremely flushed. They were going to give away my secret rendezvous with Holly to our third-wheeling friend Jack. As I rubbed my cheeks, I decided I didn't care.

At least I was clean now. After I left Holly in the shower, I had put on the fresh jeans and a t-shirt. Searching around, I made myself a make-shift belt with a tieback I stole from the curtains upstairs. Andrew's belts proved too big for me. He must have been a huge, muscular boy with a waist to match.

I didn't know what Holly saw in me. Perhaps, I was overthinking things. It's possible she didn't see anything at all. At the end of the world, even a girl like Holly couldn't afford to be picky. Even so, I couldn't stop thinking about the way her silky-soft lips felt as they kissed me. She so easily found the aching in my soul with her delicious mouth.

I didn't understand it yet, but it felt as though she woke a feeling inside me that I never knew I was capable of feeling. From the beginning, I never found boys very interesting. My heart only quickened at the sight of girls with a certain mystique about them. I never knew why until tonight.