Drew

Alice and Drew spent the next few hours helping blood donors fill out forms as everyone in town, it seemed, had shown up to donate blood to the victims of the night’s attack.

And then they spent the following week telling everyone it was only a group of goth young men pretending to be vampires. It seemed to work. It always does in Birchdale. People would rather believe the blandest explanation for the weird shit that went on in their town.

Alice had decided to close Kava for a few weeks in order to expel the bad energy. Drew was finally a believer in the hippie mumbo jumbo. Whatever worked. Alice had decided to take a temporary job as a server at Stubby’s, which meant Drew got to see her in a hip-hugger kilt every day. It also meant he had to break his strict no-hanky-panky-with-the-help rule.

Nobody seemed to mind, especially “sister” Jenny, who watched the two of them make cow eyes at each other and seemed to enjoy Drew’s changed demeanor.

One night, Drew was up in his room after closing time, trying to come up with names of new beers for the upcoming May Day festival.

Alice was padding around his place, barefoot, taking her hair down out of her bobby pins and talking about taking a shower.

“Hang on a minute, babe,” Drew said.

She obeyed. “Yeah, boss?” She stood there with a questioning look on her face, her arms above her head pulling her hair down, which made her midriff top ride up even higher.

“Leave the kilt on for a minute. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

She smiled an evil smile. “Anything for you, boss.”

And with that, he picked up his woman and tossed her on the bed as she shrieked in surprise.

Propped up on her elbows, she grinned down at Drew. “What’re you gonna do now, boss?”

He said nothing but planted a teasing kiss on her exposed belly, below the hem of her top, while he hiked up her skirt.

He smoothed the folds of fabric out of the way and examined her black lace panties. He slipped them down her slender hips and pulled them off her slowly, appreciating the baby-soft skin of her legs all the way down.

Then he massaged her sore ankles and gradually worked his way back up, taking care to pay extra attention to every place she seemed to need it.

“Thanks, boss,” she said with a sigh.

“Don’t thank me ’til we’re done here,” he said, cupping her soft lower lips that were already slick for him. She sighed again and opened to him.

He looked down and saw the signs of her readiness. Her nipples were piercing through her white top; her hooded eyelids beckoned him to come and kiss the places where her blood was rushing to. He ran one hand over her soft pussy and gave her sweet folds a gentle kiss.

“How did I get so lucky?” he murmured as he nuzzled her there.

Her voice came out ragged with lust. “As I recall, it had nothing to do with luck. Remember?”

Drew worked his tongue over her until he found her lovely little lady boner, ready and waiting for him. She gasped and he felt her whole body twitch. He loved the way she reacted to his touch, even after exploring and satisfying and daring and deliciously tormenting each other nearly every night and every morning since their relationship troubles resolved in March.

“I remember,” he said, pausing his kisses, nibbles and sucks. “Still pretty great for a calculated risk.”

She sucked in her breath as his tongue began working her over with an increasing fervor.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me like an insurance company.”

“For that you must be punished,” he growled, and rolled her halfway over and playfully slapped her ass.

She shrieked again and laughed. “Naughty.”

“I love you, Alice.”

“I love you too, Drew.”

“I love the way you taste. Tell me, how soon do you get wet for me?”

She wriggled and moaned as he continued pleasuring her deepest places with his mouth. “As soon as I can feel your eyes on me. Sometimes I feel them on me before we get in the same room together.”

“That’s right, you do. Do you know when I get hard for you?”

“When, my love?”

“Morning, noon and night. Eating a sandwich…making beer … taking a walk…watching the game…doing inventory…all of it gives me a boner for you.” He was peppering each thought with more little nibbles all over her sex as she squealed.

“Alice, promise me you’ll never stop wiggling under me like that, even when we’re old and gray.”

She arched her back toward him. “I’ll do anything you want, boss, as long as you finish me right now before we’re old and gray.”

He wanted to keep talking. Not so much to torment her as to tell her things. He wanted to tell her about the change that happened, about the exact moment the beast disappeared. He wanted to ask her if she missed his fangs during sex. He wanted her to know things about herself. Things that had happened to her when he received his humanity back. Good things, but potentially confounding things. Like how when the two magical beings came together, the beast disappeared but his immortality remained. And about how he felt her cells change, become stronger and nearly invincible, too. She was a whole different being now and wasn’t even aware of it. And there was another thing she wasn’t yet aware of, but he thought he could tell…he would have to keep tasting her to be sure.

Drew devoured his woman until her sex convulsed against him in a powerful orgasm that sent her skyward, screaming his name. As he arched upward, Drew swiftly freed his cock and entered her with a wildness that caught her off guard at first. Yes, the taste of her had been a little different tonight.

But as they rode each other into her second climax of the night, he decided to wait on all this news. Time may be a construct, but they had wasted enough of it being apart. The tiny facts growing in her womb would make themselves known. Soon enough.