Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: N/A
|Introduction: A story of a girl with a special gift. She is able create spectacular works of art with ease. Her parents die in an accident on their way to her art exhibit, and she blames herself. Through self loathing and sadness she attracts a ****spoiler****. She teams up with some unlikely new friends to try and learn just what is going on.|
1st chapter kinda messed up on formatting and got lots of ?'s instead of " " hope this one is right.
Kelly didn’t run to her class, she just ran home. Home was several miles away and it seemed shorter on the bus than it did now. It didn't take before her lungs were bursting and she had to slow down. Her underwear in shambles her raw body rubbed in a painful reminder of what really had happened. A few miles outside the school one of the City busses stopped at the library across the street. Kelly ran over and asked the driver for favor and walked down the corridor of the empty bus. She took a seat halfway, careful to cover her bottom from the nasty seat. Mulling the events over and over again in her head, she tried to find rationale. She knew she had to talk to Candace tomorrow. She couldn’t, there was nothing rational about the situation. She was Still unable to believe it herself. Nearing her Condo, she realized it wasn’t even 10am, and she wondered about Candace. How could she have just left her. She walked off the bus and with heavy foot steps started home. He hurled insults at herself. All of this was her fault, from the guilty feeling when drawing the thing to skipping school now, but especially for leaving Candace. So many things had just turned out disastrous for her. She played with the key in her pocket wondering if the weather would ever change for her. She looked up at the sky with a sarcastic smile expecting to see a cartoon rain cloud just for her.
Her parents had moved here for her Dad's job. The Condo was supposed to be a temporary solution until they found a real house. Then getting a real house was filed under the lost dreams category of file 13. It was a good enough neighborhood, but the condo was really too small for the family. Her aunt lived nearby, and ultimately was what that tipped the scales, so they did it anyways. Kelly walked up the small concrete stairs and unlocked the front door. Inside she tossed her bag to the side, and took off her shoes. It was quiet, only her sock feet thumping on the white carpet as she walked into what was once her parent’s room. Her aunt had turned it into an art studio for Kelly shortly after the funeral. They had both died in a car accident six months ago on their way to see her new art exhibit. She sat on the big comfy chair looking at her works and let out a long sad sigh.
Spencer, West Virginia wasn’t much at all, but it did adjust to the disappearing coal mines, which had plagued most of the state. There were several long roads that all connected to Spencer which helped of course, but it was still just a dot on a map. So, naturally when Kelly’s art gained some national attention the town tried to incorporate her into its historic tourist appeal. They opened an art exhibit just for her at Chestnut ridge, which was a recent add-on to the library that was suppose to honor the deep town history. Her parents were running late and some drunk crossed the center line and made sure they never arrived. Kelly insisted they take the exhibit down after that, she felt it was her fault. Her aunt had been her next of kin and helped Kelly as much as she could but always at an arms distance.
But the truth was her Aunt Carol didn’t care too much. She did help Kelly, she helped her lie and stay at the Condo alone and unsupervised. It worked out for Kelly quite well, she was very mature for her age and handled responsibility well. Losing her parents left a pretty big hole in Kelly with nothing to fill it with except the groveling town, which only cared for her art.
She had been “discovered” almost a year ago. Everyone knew Kelly was special when she was growing up, but they went though life thinking nothing was really out of the ordinary and no one really acted on it. Until her new art teacher at her new school, Mrs. Francis, wouldn’t stop raving. Without her parents permission and more importantly Kelly's permission, she sent a few works off in the mail. A few weeks her Mrs. Francis's old college buddy came down to meet Kelly. After that, it was an avalanche. Mostly because there wasn’t much going on in the news cycle so and everyone loved the heartwarming story. It was like a set of dominos falling, once one local story caught traction, others picked it up not even taking the time to meet Kelly or even look at her work they simply cannibalized the original story and embellished. It didn’t take long before her parents decided it wasn’t healthy for a girl her age and took the fuel off the fire. The city helped, happy to keep the jewel confined to the city limits. Kelly’s Dad, being the new police chief, conspired with the mayor and soon out of towners were harassed in speed traps and traffic violations. They were all told if anyone wanted to see her new works everything would be on display at the new exhibit at Chestnut ridge. That was six months ago.
Kelly leaned back in the recliner and breathed another heavy sigh. The pain coursed through her heart and bones. She was all cried out. Her face quiet and solemn. The room was totally quiet except for her tiny breaths, with her eyes downcast she remember the bittersweet excitement.
All the hype and harassment had died with her parents in the accident. The simple people of Spencer never let Kelly forget any of it though. In Kelly’s mind she equated what happened with her talent. They were one and the same, an inevitable cause and effect, fate almost. Her parent’s death stared her in the face every time she looked at one of her paintings or every time some local yokel said something to her. She was trapped in every sense of the word to this shitty little town and to the constant reminders. Her aunt was the "coolest" guardian anyone could ask for. She kept the bills paid and gave Kelly a rather large weekly allowance. She took Kelly to the store every week and any other errands the town’s public transportation system couldn’t handle. The Town only ran two busses on four different routes, excluding weekends, but it was enough for Kelly. She wasn't adjusting well, but nobody knew or cared to ask. Execpt for Mrs. Francis and her selfish and patronizing inquires about Kelly's new works and "getting back on track".
The apartment had the living room and kitchen downstairs and a thin stairwell up to two bedrooms and a bathroom and a tiny laundry alcove. Her room was the smaller, and the new “studio” was in the master. She paced back and forth looking out the front window into the parking lot and then down the stairs where she stared out the kitchen sliding glass doors into the small crappy back yard and stream. The stream was a big attraction for this place. The real estate agent loved to mention it when selling the condos, but he truth was it was more rain overflow than a stream. The events of today were like puzzle pieces, and she just had to fit them together for it to all make sense. But the puzzle dipped into another dimension that Kelly had no way to understand.
She changed into her pajamas, a long sleeve blue fleece teddy bear top and loose fitting bottoms. She was glad to get out of the torn panties, such an awful reminder. She tossed then into the waste basket and didn’t bother with new ones. "Another one bites the dust," she whispered. She had lost a several other pairs with her coming of age. She went outside to sit on the small deck, and back inside again. She paused briefly to look disappointed in the refrigerator, restless. Back on the deck she sat and tried to think, but her wandering thoughts never went where she wanted, always to her parents. She came back in after a few hours of daydreaming, and made some chocolate milk. She noticed it was after three o’clock and school would have let out. How could that much time have passed? She couldn't wait any longer.
She went to the phone on a small side table with a phone book. She thumbed and found the only Chambers in Spencer; it had to be Candace’s parents. She dilled the number and listened to the receiver ring.
“Hello,” an older mans voice, probably her father.
“Yes sir, this is one of Candace’s friends from school,” Kelly sounded cute.
“Oh, yes she just got in with her mother. Hold on, I'll get her?”
“Actually! I was just checking to see if she was feeling better, she wasn’t this morning.”
“Yeah, I don't know, she’s been going though this 'hates her parents' phase right now, She's quiet all the time, but seems fine to me,” Tom Chambers liked how the girl on the phone called him sir and hoped Candace would hang around this friend more.
“Ti-hee,” Kelly laughed. “That’s the going thing, she’s always super nice to my parents, so I’m sure she doesn’t mean anything by it. You sound real nice to me, and I don’t see how she could,” Kelly tried to sound as cute and high pitched schoolgirl as she could. She had him, so far Tom Chambers loved her.
“Well that’s very nice of you, by the way what did you sa-“
“I was wondering if I might be able to come over later today,” she asked purposely cutting him off to avoid the question.
“I don’t know, we're going to my wife's work… thing, or something…, but I doubt she’ll want to go. I guess so, why not, come on over and keep her company.”
“Great! What time do you have to be going?”
“We’re supposed to be there from 5-9pm, If you can come over before then you can have dinner with us, and say what was your name?” Tom asked, but only heard silence; apparently the line went dead, disconnected. This girl sounded really nice and quite different from the other little bitches his daughter hung around, but had he even met this girl before?
Kelly hung up before he could finish and ran over to grab her backpack and ran upstairs to pack a few extras. She tossed in some sleep-over clothes and paused when she saw Candace’s torn panties in her pack, she had proof she wasn't crazy. Once she left Kelly would have to stay over at her house or walk home. The last of the city busses ran at five which would put her at Candace’s house after her parents were gone but would leave her stranded. Her dad used to take her on walk's all the time as she grew up, so Kelly wasn't too worried. First just around the house, then yard and finally up to a couple miles just before they moved here. Kelly loved it, the walks gave her time to relax and think.
She ran out the door and across the street where a bus stop shed had been erected by the city council as they begged for votes. In larger cities most people would have thought twice about young girl on the city buss or walking along the road alone. Worried citizens should have asked Kelly if she was ok, or would have just called the cops to report the negligent parents, but not here in little 'Ol Spencer. She had become a regular on the buss and a common sight side streets in town. Everybody knew everybody here and she was the closes thing the town had to a celebrity.
Kelly knew all the bus drivers and they let her off pretty much when and wherever, scheduled or not. A few times with the fat driver, she even cranked up the girlish charm and got him to go way off the route. Today was one of those days. Unknown to Kelly the fat balding bus driver was quiet the pedophile. His heart jumped every time he saw Kelly at a stop. He liked to try and look up her many skirts as she sat on the bus seat. George Caldwell, better known as BigRed69 with the online community, even had a favorite skirt of hers and his chest fluttered whenever he saw the black and red pleated carmine skirt, the one with the black lace around the edges that tantalized him so much. She had gotten into a gothic schoolgirl look after her parents passed and no one was monitoring what she wore. Often the skirts were a little too short, and she naively liked the attention. She had hit puberty a little before her parents died and was learning the ways of being a woman alone in life, so the short skirts were just one way she went a little off course and into potential dangers like George.
The driver stopped and let her off. She thanked him with a little peck kiss on the cheek, and hopped down the big buss steps like a bunny. Her skirt blow up slightly each step not enough to see anything, but the driver got a rise out of it none the less. Kelly knew she made his heart melt, but didn't now she also made another part rise. Like she was just walking off the school bus she started up the nice paved road. Holcombe Estates was the only real planned neighborhood in Spencer. There had been a very slow trickle of "big money" moving into town.
People who wanted to escape or fall off the face of the earth were the only ones that liked Spencer. West Virginia was more than just back-country, it was the far far beyond. Sometimes Spencer would get churches' outreach ministries who would came to help those left in the void after the coal mines closed. They liked to stay in Spencer. It was more than just a map dot to them, it was a great staging area for a few really small surrounding towns. Big preachers and youth groups would come up from the Carolinas alot. They showed up laughing and smiling doing their best to be friendly and match the towns vernacular. By the time they left though, their eyes were downcast and indifferent. They were glad to be leaving and they didn't mind to show it. It was pretty common at restaurants to overhear a group talking about taking a small jon boat to get to a house or walking ice out dirt path to a shack with no refrigeration. Spencer was much better off then most, but it didn't stop them from bringing canned goods and trying to cover all towns windows in plastic each winter. Most people loathed the outreach programs, but the truth was alot of places really needed their help.
Kelly topped a small hill and followed the mail boxes which would lead her to Candace's house. The clean new curb met with perfectly manicured grass and mulch, it was beautiful here. The houses all had a very new fresh look and design along with picture perfect yards. Candace would tell her later that night about the utter hell of living in a heavenly planned neighborhood. Two boys were playing in a yard up ahead with water guns. The boys didn't just have any water guns they had water bazookas that could have only been designed by Dr. Suess. If she learned anything about boys was how carried away they get. She wanted to steer clear because being an innocent bystander wouldn't save her. But as luck would have it the mailbox numbers lead along the right side of the neighborhood and away from the fray.
A red mini van backed out of a driveway ahead; Kelly knew that must be the house. As it passed an aging man with grey streaked hair waved and smiled, it was her dad. Continuing down the street Kelly stepped onto the thick green grass of Candace's yard. A large new house stood three stories tall and with a big red door and expensive stained-glass. The whole thing looked out of a better homes and gardens magazine. Loud music began to thump from somewhere deep inside rendering the door bell useless. Being a safe neighborhood whenever the garage door acted up, Tom just left it open; and Kelly slipped under it. The large three car garage was neatly cluttered with miscellaneous junk that had no other home. Kelly found the door and twisted the metal bulb of a knob and went into the home. The thought never occurred to her that Candace might not be home alone.
As she turned to close the door the family dog came to investigate. A lean large lean pointer went ridged watching Kelly and let out a low woof. Like an animal whisperer Kelly turned and smiled and like she was talking to a baby and melted the dogs fears and he was soon lapping at her face. Even animals were susceptible to a girls charms.
"Hello? Candace are you in here?" The dog had given her a brief scare and Kelly wanted to announce her presence to avoid any other surprises. Nothing but the sound of the music came down from the stairs. A strong heavy baseline beat thumped and Kelly followed it up. She hated rap music and everything that went along with it, but Candace was a little rich girl and loved it. the stairs were carpeted and muffled any sound, though she tried to call out again at the top. No response. The dog followed her progress eagerly as if maybe he hadn't done his job and wanted to be sure not to allow any trouble. It made Kelly even more nervous to have this dog at her heels and practically under her skirt. A long hallway and what could only be a teenage girls room door stood closed halfway down.
Kelly looked at the pink postered "punk" and "girl power" door trying to understand the words of the music that blared and drummed out in the soles of her shoes. The shy girl knocked quietly on the door knowing how ridiculous this trip was. Everything in her head screamed in embarrassment to just leave quietly and go home; no one would know the difference. But Kelly remembered when she got on the bus there was no quick way home. Her small fingers wrapped around a bronze handle and turned to open the door.
"Candace?" She had yell to even get her attention. Candace who she had last seen laying limp on the bathroom floor was bumping and grinding with invisible dance partners to the unintelligible lyrics of a wanna be thug. The dog darted into the room, fluid and fast like the movement of a fish and it finally caught Candace's attention. Candace turned yelping at the intrusion terribly confused. She rushed to her computers closed out a video chat and shut the music off.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" one hand was on her skirt as if the wind might blow it up and the other rested on her heaving chest. "You scared the hell out of me!" Candace hadn't been wearing panties since Kelly removed them earlier that day.
"I... uh felt we needed to talk, ya know about this morning."
"What the fuck is there to talk about?"
"You know what happened, and so do I. Well sort of..."
"I don't know what your talking about and this is really freaking me out," she said with sincere confusion. The dog sat down beside her still unsure about Kelly. "What the hell are you doing here Kelly?"
"Wait," Kelly kneeled and spun her backpack off and started rummaging though it. "You remember these don't you?" She held up the ripped panties. If her hand didn't cover the charcoal smudge they might have noticed it. Candace shot a hand up and covered her mouth. Even the dog sensed the unease and tension and sat up, ready but not sure for what.
"Where did you get those? Wait how did you get those?" She remembered putting those panties on this morning. The same light pink and purple patchwork of squares.
"Don't you remember you were attacked, I helped you, and I picked these up off the bathroom floor this morning."
"No, I don't remember that much." she moved her other hand up to cover her face. "I knew something wasn't right. I felt raped and found myself waking up in the bathroom. How did this... how could that..."
Real unease settled into Kelly, it wasn't suppose to go like this, "It wasn't a who, it was a what."
Candace looked up though red teary eyes, "Please tell why you have those panties!"
"No, your looking at this all wrong, let me explain."
"What the fuck is going on I know something raped me and I know I've felt horrible ever since, so you better fucking tell me because I'm starting think it was you!" Candace was near hysterical and screaming.
"No, not at all. I'm just not sure how I can explain it, something really strange happened, like something from a sci-fi movie."
"Tell me what the fuck is going on!" Candace stood with red eyes full of rage now and the pointer stood beside her on edge.
"Ok, I'll tell you exactly what I saw, and you can try to figure it out, because I've been racking my brain ever since and I have no clue! Now this is probably not going to make much sense, but that's why I'm here." Kelly told her tale, and Candace sat back down and curled up in her chair unsure about the story. It really did belong on some x rated sci-fi show. It was just too far out. Candace didn't doubt Kelly's conviction or honesty, but she did doubt Kelly's sanity.
"Ok, then make it happen again. We will get ready this time and when I see it I'll believe it."
"I don't even know if it was me! I did the drawing, but not only am I scared shitless of what happened, I don't know how it happened."
"Look there is nothing but this story of yours between you and what happened to me."
"I guess I'll try, maybe it's part of why I came over here. I have to figure this out, and I feel much safer with you here. I have no way to prove it, but I felt something possessed my drawing. Look, I'll try again, but I cant promise anything. You better give me the highly technical disposal equipment; last time you didn't see or notice it until it was too late." Candace handed over the trash can and broom she was holding.
Candace didn't want to believe, but she remembered remnants of something inside then running like hell as bell rang for the bathrooms.
"Ok, I've got my art stuff in my bookbag," she kicked her bag at the corner of the desk. "Just get what you need." Candace turned and started her web cam again and set it to record, just in case. Her dog hopped up on her bed and relaxed but didn't close his eyes.
Kelly closed her eyes and tried to visualize the little grub when it hit the floor and bounced. She watched it move with her minds eye. It wriggled and crawled across the floor, up onto Candace's sock, then onto her bare knee. It paused then and seemed to look back at Kelly with a demonic satisfaction. It was just like the morning in class the odd scene made her heart race because it defiantly didn't happen before. It was like something was in her mind and took control for a instant showing her the creatures little wink. But the same thing happened that morning, something disturbing. That's what she drew! That's where the creature came from, it was never her idea in the first place! But who's was it? She shivered at the thought.
"Kelly, are you ok?" Candace sat across the room watching the computer monitor with the web cam placed on Kelly capturing her whole scene from the table to thefloor below.
"Oh sorry just trying to retrace my steps, but if this doesn't work then what happened was some kind of cosmic prank." Kelly hunkered down and began drawing Candace's leg like she had seen. The charcoal pencil looked like it might catch fire as it scratched and moved across the paper. Because the little monster was the focus she drew it bigger and with more detail. Candace watched as Kelly seemed possessed. She had never seen someone so absorbed and focused.
Watching the screen she saw Kelly must have finished as she slowly stood looking down at the desk. The cam didn't show the picture at this angle. "Well, is it ... done?"
"Yeah, I think you should come look." Candace was already on her way unable to contain her curiosity.
"Oh my..." Candace again covered her mouth in shock. The detail and realism was astonishing and equally repulsive. The strange little girl who showed up at her house must really be nuts. The grubs face had tiny serrated pinchers, rounded bulbous segments bulged with taunt thin skin, and the little defined knobby legs tugged at sock fibers. Overall the plump, fat, and nasty nature of the picture almost turned her stomach. "It's so real; your imagination is just too vivid." She leaned forward and picked up paper in a trance. She wanted to see more, to see it better.
"No! Be careful, that's what I did when the thing first came to life." But her words fell of deaf ears Candace was mesmerized by the amazing picture and she picked it up anyways. Just as it happened earlier that day, the natural light in the room mixed with the subtle shading that Kelly drew, and the thing gained a very real shadow and then mass as it rolled off the paper.
Both girls stood in a frozen trance watching it. The drawn grub took up most of the page and the size was menacing. When it finally rolled free and off the paper it hit the desk, shaking a nearby lamp making the light shake and shudder. Both girls let out high screams like they were five again. Kelly spun and ran back at the door, while Candace backed away and tripped over her own chair. She landed in on her back splayed out and peering up at the desk fighting what she just saw still unable to believe now that it was out of sight. Kelly's heart jumped when she saw the neatly shaven pubic hair on Candace's bare mound. Why the hell hadn't she put any new panties on!
Kelly screamed, "GET AWAY!"
Candace sat propped up by her hands and feet looking up and amazed. In a trace moved forward to see the thing again. like an injured snake the huge grub writhed wildly off the desk throwing it's plump weight around. It bounced off the carpet without stopping it's savage flopping. It nosed it's way daftly at Candace's spread legs. Her dog stood beside her savagely barking.
Kelly saw a dark smile touch Candace's lips. The smile had the same feeling as when the grub appeared in her mind. Candace betrayed her own mind and threw her head back slinging her long blond hair as she went down pulling her knees up and wide. She was inviting the thing! Kelly's mind raced, "NO!" Kelly screamed. What if Candace forgot this attack too? The odd colorless grub squirmed with amazing ferocity and speed closer.
Finally sure of his responsibilities the dog shot out and snapped his jaws on the fat grub. His teeth sank home and splashing the room with a thick white liquid. He jogged triumphantly out of the room with his prize.
"CANDACE! are you ok?" Kelly rushed to her side.
"Please, oh god, please I want it!" Both of her hands met at her crotch where she worked. Candace had been increasingly horney, inexplicably horney. The creature learned her body from the incident in the bathroom and it had a power over her now. It seemed to have accessed some deep dark part of her. She had felt sensitive and receptive all day. She had felt it's fire, and been left wanting. In her last class that day Candace had nearly cum by just squirming in her seat. She had forgot the attack but stayed in a lust filled aura ever since. Slowly it's power was fading her until she saw it again tonight. She lay arching her back on the floor again in pure desire. Her insides ached feeling empty and itching. Her hands were a blur of speed, one stabbing herself with fingers and the other rubbing over her mound.
"CANDACE WAKE UP," Kelly leaned down and slapped her new friend, frantically afraid. Slowly she came around smiling showing she was fine, maybe a little too good. Kelly remembered the web cam. "Come-on, quit that! And lets look at the web cam." Candace looked up and acknowledged the words, but didn't stop rubbing herself at first. Kelly tried to ignore her and turned to the computer. Candace joined moments later standing on weak legs as the waves of pleasure dissipated and finally ended.
They watched the video together, speechless... After it rolled off the desk the video was useless but it had gotten a great shot on the desk. You could clearly see the paper lifted then magically the huge creature came out of the paper and onto the desk before flying to the floor. It was amazing.
A long stare after it was over, neither girl knew what to say until Candace took a breath, "Where did Buster take it? I cant sleep until I know that thing dead." she recognized the power it had.
"We should be able to follow this," Kelly motioned to the white splattering of goo leading out.
"We... I better clean up too," she handed over some paper towels.
"You better worry about you first. I'm going to try and follow the trail. This must be it's blood if it had blood. Does your dog have a way outside or does he stay inside?" Candace looked at her confused hit with another wave spreading though her thighs. She had always found Kelly kinda cute in class. She was so quiet and meek, it was like some aura followed her and no matter what, she was always just so darn cute. Candace couldn't explain it, but she felt a new drip of her wetness roll down her thigh and she tuned away.
Kelly rolled her eyes and followed the trail though the extravagant house. The hardwood would be easy to clean, but the carpet in the bedroom would be ruined if the stuff had any staining qualities. She shook her head, of all things, why were white stains the hardest to get out? Kelly called to her friend when trail lead out a small dog door.
Candace composed herself and came out to the top of the stairs, "Come on we better just clean up, my parents will be back soon." It didn't take long before they stood looking down at her floor near the desk wondering how to get this stuff out, "Say, do you want to stay the night?" Candace crouched down sending shiver from her open sensitive crotch as the air kissed the glistening skin. She felt naughty and couldn't deny it any longer; she wanted to play.
"I'd love to! We've got alot to talk about too. I don't suppose you have any ideas for what I'm gong to do in Mrs. Francis's class?" they both laughed uneasily and tried to get all the liquid paper up.
Candace looked over, "You mean tomorrow, or for the rest of the year, because I was thinking about having her wacked!"
Kelly chuckled and her dimples made her smile irresistible, "I think you've been watching too many mafia..."
Tom Chambers pulled into the drive and slammed the van's door getting out to open the broken garage, which had down half closed. They both got quiet. "I guess I'll ask my dad and see if you can stay the night." Her eyes downcast, she knew how her father didn't like guests on a school night. It would be a game of let's make a deal with him.
"Let me ask!" Kelly perked up, "I talked to him before I came over, I think he likes me!" Candace gave her a skeptical look. "Quick, just put on some good music, George Winston music! He'll walk by and hear that and I'll guarantee he'll let me stay!" Hearing the first piano strokes of some classical crap Candace rolled her eyes but understood the plan.
"Lets change into pajamas that always helps, let me get you some," Candace rummaged though a big dresser.
"I guess I should tell you... I kinda took a one way trip here and already packed." Kelly didn't want to look like a creep as she pulled her bag close. "I figured we would make friends or walk home, so I hope you don't mind." She started pulling an oversized shirt out of her bag. Candace just smiled, which made her feel much better about everything.
They changed Kelly had her blue fleece bottoms and one of her dad's t-shirt's. It had a giant yellow 90's smiley face with a big winking eye on it. It was she last shirt she saw her dad in before the wreck; when she got home it was on top of the dirty laundry. He used to wear it once in a blue moon while working. She remember his face, always so serious. He wore the shirt to show people he was still human. After a few years it became legendary. People loved to see him loosen up with the silly shirt. Kelly kept the it close for a while, because it still smelled like him. Usually hid under or inside her pillow case. After a while it just became a part of her.
Candace hoped into some matching pink "HelloKitty" PJ's.
"What are you so happy about?" Candace noticed the shirt.
"It's one of my Dad's," she said slowly understanding how silly the shirt looked. It was old now, and had been washed so many times. The green cotton was old faded and thin, the yellow of the smiley face had cracks and was chipping, and the spandex neck had long given up and hung in a large oval looped around one of her shoulders. "I guess it is kinda ridiculous."
"I love it," Candace said with an honest smile. She bought pre-faded designer jeans from the store all the time, and here was a the real McCoy. Not only that, but her dad would love it. "I guess we better go ask if you can stay."
Candace's father saw the little girl in the oversized t-shirt's coming down the stairs immediately. Her small firm breasts bounced lightly and Tom could see the ghostly tracing of her nipples underneath. The shirt was even winking at him! He simply couldn't resist letting this cute girl sleep over, even though it was a school night. He couldn't stop staring at the small thin figure and imagining the tight butt that must behind those teddy pajamas bottoms as the girls jogged back upstairs. Tom was left in an afterglow of curiosity about his daughters new friend.
The two girls tried to search for paranormal and supernatural stuff on the internet, but google failed to find anything at all. The closest they got was a bunch of crazy half with sites and stuff about spirits and the even further fetched demon and possession stories. First these people were obviously very poor and crazy, but there were alot of crazy people banding together around these subjects. If the girls told their story they would be counted among the crazies too.
Secondly, well... their story was... crazy, so the crazy in fact they gave this stuff at second glance and it didn't look so crazy after all. None of them had any real proof of course, and all they had was a cheap webcam show, but they could make surely make more of it!
"Come on, I want to show you something, and I want to get out of the house and quit looking at this crap." Candace said after about three ghost stories.
As they went on she kept complaining until Kelly gave up, "Yeah fine, I love summer nights lets go."
"Ok, your going to love it! Looking at your shirt has made me think of this all night! Put some shoes on and let's go! Don't worry your PJ's are fine." She lead Kelly out the back door, over the deck, and into the houses rather modest back yard.
"My back yard looks alot like yours, but without the hedges. I've got a creek!"
Candace looked over her shoulder, "Ignore the back yard, follow me." Candace took her hand and continued so fast it was almost a run. She didn't want her Dad to see her going. She lead right though a small space in the hedge, it was the dogs path. They hunched over and pushed though the trying branches. The far side opened into a huge grassy field that was almost dead flat. "Come-on," she pleaded and tugged at Kelly's hesitating hand. She lead right out to the middle where they both laid back on the short grass and looked up at the clear night sky.
"Wow, you were right this is awesome. But what does this have to do with my shirt?" Kelly dropped her gaze and looked at her chest. She thought, perhaps should have worn a bra. The thin cotton lay along every curve of her pert breasts and nipples where the cool air gave her a chill. She really hoped they were in private and glanced at the edge of the field where the main road was in plain view view.
"The people that own this property got into a dispute with the developers of the planned neighborhood. The developers wanted to buy this from the old couple, but they refused. So it eventually went court where they tried to forcefully take it, but old couple had deep roots in the town courthouse and pulled a few strings. The development got in some big trouble over some bad permits and got sued for a lot of money. Eventually they dropped it. So that old couple kept this field nice open and clean just to taunt the developers."
"That's pretty harsh, they don't mind us do they?" still glancing around trying to peer into the darkness.
"Oh, no not at all. But the best part is they old man used put up hay each year, but since he got such a big payoff he keeps the field mowed close, except for a huge smiley face that stretches from side to side!"
"No way! That's awesome! I want to meet these people now."
"Not too many people know that little story. Since I've lived here I've been sneaking out though the hedges. I met the old man once, and he showed me a tire swing closer to his house."
"That sounds like a lot of fun, but I hate to be a buzz kill but we kind of need to talk about a few things."
"What more could we talk about? Some demon or damned thing is following you around trying to get us." Candace pouted and looked over at Kelly's concern, "I saw how scared you are, so I know it's not your fault. I have no freaking clue beyond that, so what else do you want?"
"In your room, you said something I want to know about."
"What? I don't remember except for what I saw on the video." Candace really didn't want to get into this right now.
"I know, I'm just trying to figure this thing out. You said you wanted it, and you even opened up for it. The first time you were screaming in fear and pain, then you asked for it?"
"I just told you I don't know, I just don't remember!" It was obvious Candace was hiding something, her answers were too short and simple.
"Ok, you said you were feeling different when I first showed up today. You said you had been feeling odd ever since the attack this morning; how?"
"You don't miss much do you?"
"Not a word, and I know you're hiding something, so be honest. This is serious! If you don't tell me the truth, we might not be able to figure out what's going on or how to stop it."
"I don't see how this is going to help."
"It's just a piece in the puzzle ok, but without it we may never see the picture."
"You should be a psychiatrist," Candace said rolling her eyes.
"May be, but exactly how have you been feeling funny since this morning?"
"Or maybe a lawyer..."
"hrmph.... I've uh well..." several minutes passed as the two of them stared up at the stars. Kelly wasn't going to speak until she finished. "I've been uh moving pretty fast into becoming a woman and I have felt, horney at times." The last words were so hard for her to get out.
"And..." Kelly blushed, she was enjoying watching her friend squirm searching for words.
"I'm working on it... and since this morning when I was attacked I cant stop thinking about it. I mean it was horrible and hurt but at the same time it's like it hit a magic place not where it hurt me... but in ME... And started something I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't finish."
"Oh, that's not what I expected. I thought you were going to say it had some kind of evil mind control hold on you."
"Very funny, I'm pouring my heart out over here and..."
"No, I'm not making fun, I'm being serious."
"That's a good point, who says your gift is an evil thing? I mean, what if you could bring good things to life. I think we need to do some more experimentation." Candace had a rather naughty kind of experimentation in mind. It wasn't something she would normally think, but this wasn't the normal kind of feeling. This time it was her turn and she wanted it.
"I didn't see that thing in my head something else showed it to me, and I didn't make that thing attack you, twice, so I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"So what's your plan? You never draw going or paint again? How long before it takes your letters to? You said it you're trying to figure this out and you cant do that by giving up."
"I guess you have a point. If I could control it, things would be different." They both just stopped not sure what else to say.
"Can you pwese draw me another little grubby wubby worm?" Candace pleaded
"NO way! THATS HORRIBLE, awwwwww," Kelly shook her head in disgust, "Candace your so bad!"
"I remember, alot better than you think. I was fighting it but it just felt good, I mean I cant explain it. At first I wasn't sure what was happening. Then it grew. It felt so bad, so wrong I didn't understand what was happening I could barely get to the bathroom. It making my legs weak, I just wanted to fall down, but it just felt icky in side my head too like a bad dream. I was scared and focused on running, but then when I stopped it started humming and kicking around hitting places... I've never felt anything like it."
"Sound pretty horrible to me." They both lay there for another minute in silence starring up at the night sky and moon as it disappeared into some thick trees over the mountains.
"I feel so much better after saying that, just so you know. Today when you walked in on my I was chatting with some boys who were being very dirty. It made my heart race, dancing and teasing them, I don't know how but it was similar. And I don't think I could say that to anyone else."
"I think you just want an orgasm!"
"Kelly!" She shouted surprised and her mouth hung open, "You shouldn't say things like that!" It struck her so odd that quiet cute little Kelly knew about orgasms, and she squirmed her legs together cherishing the slippery feeling under her skirt. She propped up and looked over at Kelly seductively. "And what do you know about those?"
"You had that sex education thing in school right?"
Candace giggled, "Yeah, but it was sooo stupid. I mean they're all, "ok kids, sex is bad mmmK! Oh and take a condom mmmmK, cause it soooo bad mmmmK?" Candace roared laughing so hard it echoed. "It's soooo bad but here's one to get you started!" She laid back down, "MmmmmmK?"
Kelly nibbled her lower lip, hers was still in the nightstand, exactly where she hid it on the day she got it. Was that bad? She had never thought of using it. Not once. Actually she wanted to throw it away the day she got it, but was worried someone would see and that would be worse! "I mean I've had some warm feelings but, I'd never... not right now... I mean I could, but..."
Candace propped up on one arm and ran her eyes up and down Kelly as she lay. She laid back resting her head on her hands. The neck seam had looped over her shoulder again and Candace eye'd the smooth milky skin and collarbone along the bottom of her thin neck. She couldn't help but wonder what Kelly would think if she jumped down like a zombie and gave her a hicky.
Kelly stammered on trying to make sense of her "reserved" sex life, not trying to sound like the virgin she was. Candace was glossy eyed thinking of suckling her neck and sneaking a hand below to show Kelly what an orgasm really was.
Kelly was too occupied thinking of how they gotten on this subject. It did seem ok, wandering off like this. Candace was easy to talk to. And she couldn't really talk to her Aunt about anything other than a car ride.
Candace laid back down trying to cool off, trying to remind herself of the overpowering lust she had been experiencing. She didn't want to ruin the friendship if Kelly took it wrong. She actually wanted to ask her Dad what to do for the first time in her life. They sat in silence for a minute more. Candace wanted to ask something else, but couldn't find the words. Until she rolled over on top of Kelly straddling and resting her bottom on Kelly's hard mons mound.
"Can I help you?" Kelly said shocked and not sure what to do. She had never really had a friend before and wasn't sure if this is how girls act. The weight on her privates combined with the soothing warmth of a close intimate body felt good, which was more uncomfortable.
"Yes, I believe you can," Candace said playfully. She arched her back rolling her own crotch down across the hard mound feeling something good in her loins and heart. She playfully threw her hands on Kelly's shoulders like a cat that had pounced her prey. Candace squeezed her taunt skin and slowly ground her crotch against her helpless friend. "I think one experiment we should try is something less gross than a grub worm, but
I think that spirit thingy has the right idea."
Kelly was uncomfortable and hoped the punch line of a great joke was coming, "Like what?" She looked down were her friend rubbed and moved.
"Ya know, a uh mans uh, thingy."
"Quit it silly," Kelly was mildly annoyed but supposed she could put up with it. 'Why the hell would I do that verses a nice little blue bird?"
"Because it doesn't seem to care what the shape it is, it just wants it wants... my, ya know... so, I would rather make something that I want instead of a demon blue bird that's still going for my you-know-whats." Candace started to bounce her butt up and down onto Kelly to emphasize the point, "and I'm really really horney!" she trailed off with fake sobs.
Kelly tried to ignore the rhythmic pounding and act normal, "I don't think your personal desires makes that a safe course of experimentation." Kelly said.
"Come on where's your sense of fun," The bouncing caused her voice to sound even more pleading, " just imagine the possibilities! You've got a special gift, now use it!" Candace didn't know how much of a hold the darkness had on her as it used her like a puppet for it's dark purpose.
"Would you stop that, you're just being silly." Candace got a wild playful look in her eye and reached up stretching to the stars putting all her weight on Kelly's crotch and started grinding with a feverish pace. Kelly had never seen hips move like that. It felt good, too good. "Ah, Candace... look, I don't.." Kelly was searching for words, her mind made blank by the oddly good feeling. She put her hand onto Candace's hips and started to push away, but only half heartedly.
Candace looked down at Kelly's squirming body, she knew her thrusts and bumps were making the modest girl feel good. She just wouldn't admit it. Kelly's perfect rounded mounds had popped nipples and jostled below the thin shirt. Then suddenly Candace pounced down and planted both hands on Kelly's breasts and squeezed.
"OUCH! Get off me!" Kelly said without much too much conviction. She wasn't too sure how to handle this, surely Candace was just playing, but no one had ever groped her like this. Her tits were easily cupped, pinched, pulled, and twisted. It hurt like a hard massage but felt way better. As she tried to wriggle away in the grass Candace followed easily.
"Aww, ok I'll let you go," Candace paused and Kelly rested her arms feeling her blushed face and racing heart. But Candace had other plans. She took the opportunity and started to playfully tickle pinning the helpless girl making the game even more fun.
Kelly was kicking and jumping at the attacks, she had been tickled before and this was how the stupid game went, but did she have to be so rough? Kelly started to push harder against her hips and kick her legs, but still to no avail. Candace jabbed all over with two wriggling fingers making her jump and squeal. Kelly remembered the open field and tried her best to stay quiet. The last thing she wanted was to be seen.
Candace finally jabbed the two fingers in Kelly's crotch hoping to find her PJ bottoms soaked. A skilled hand latched onto her clit and began undulating. Still worried about the open filed Kelly wanted to stay quiet and pinching her legs together and finally submitted with a reluctant moan. After a second more Candace stopped laid resting on her again, knowing she they both had patches of wetness. Kelly still resisted and felt uncomfortable hoping it was over.
"Oh Boooo your no fun! trying to run away like that!"
"Are you done tickling me? This is not a very fun game."
"OOO lookie here, seems you are having fun after all," Candace snapped out and pinched her erect nipples though the shirt. Kelly squealed and bucked unable to throw Candace. "Your little nipples are so hard," Candace smiled with satisfaction. She was in control and loved it. She slammed her hips down onto Kelly one last time driving the fleece covered pubic bone into her own crotch again and finally let go. Standing non-chillingly she said, "come-on lets go back to the house I bet it's pretty late and if Dad finds out he's gonna kill me.
Kelly had never seen or felt anything like that, maybe that's just how girls are. Candace acted like it was nothing and Kelly hoped it was. Her body did react though and she did get excited, the attention in the right spots felt like nothing Kelly knew.
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