From: pattonda@bcvms.bc.edu
Subject: fiction
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Sharon slapped him hard across the face.
"Fuck you, Jason. You're nothing but an animal."
He stared after her, his hand holding his face, as she rearranged her clothing and stormed back to the camp. Ok, he thought, fumbled that one. Obviously he'd misjudged Sharon's frame of mind. He sighed. Well, the night was still young, and there were plenty of slits around who'd just love to have Jason Voorhees - star quarterback, class president, all- American boy - slip it to 'em. Gulping the last of his beer, he tossed the can overhand between the branches of a nearby tree. Touchdown.
Sauntering back toward the campfire, Jason noticed with dismay that Sharon was now seated amongst her circle of friends, glaring at him as she spoke. Well, he thought bemused, he wouldn't be scoring with any of them tonight. Pretending not to notice their stares, Jason continued past them toward the other end of the clearing where the cooler held yet another Bud with his name on it. When he had retrieved it, he grunted acknowledgement at a few of his buddies as they huddled together, intent on their arm-wrestling contest on the other cooler. Jason watched for a moment, laughing at the wuss on the left as he failed miserably in his attempt to prove his manhood before his opponent, spraining his wrist in the process. Geek, Jason thought, as his eyes started to drift about the clearing in search of other game.
Close to the fire sat a girl Jason knew only slightly. His beer- clouded mind had to struggle to come up with her name... Andrea... Andrea something weird. She was in his Lit class, sat two rows over from him in the back. She was one of the smart ones - always pulling A's, never going to parties, not dating anybody who mattered. He grinned as he sipped. Probably still a virgin too. She sat alone, wrapped tightly in a silk blouse and plain skirt as she stared into the flames, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Probably dreaming of some handsome knight riding up and rescuing her from her virginity, he thought. He undressed her mentally - she wasn't inherently unattractive, just not as attentive to her looks as the other girls. He supposed she could be considered pretty, perhaps in the right light...
"Sir Jason to the rescue," he mumbled, as he belched and crumpled his can before dropping it.
Hiking up his pants, Jason strode confidently over to stand behind Andrea, who remained completely oblivious to his presence. He waited patiently for her to realize he was there, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the moments passed. Jesus, was she dead? Finally his frustration got the better of him and he spoke.
"Hi there."
Her shoulders stiffened and she sat bolt upright. Turning quickly, she stared up at him, slightly startled. He smiled pleasantly, letting his all- American good-looks wash over her, and then said, "Whatcha doin'?"
Her expression blank, she returned her eyes to the fire. "Nothing. Just thinking."
No fucking shit, he thought. He knelt beside her and allowed his gaze to follow hers. "Thinkin' about anything in particular?"
He thought she smiled wistfully. "No. Nothing in particular." She continued to stare away from him.
He chuckled softly. Yeah. Sure.
Standing again, he waited a few seconds, and then said, "Well, it's a nice night. You wanna go for a walk?"
She glanced up at him quickly, slightly skeptical.
Putting on his most reassuring face, he said, "Really. You wanna go for a walk?" He reached his hand down to her. They love this sort of shit, he thought coolly.
Andrea stared at his hand, confusion replacing skepticism in her features, and then looked up at him again, studying his face. He had long ago mastered the expression of innocent pleasantness, and he felt sure that the effect would not be lost on her. Hesitantly, she raised her hand and took his, pulling herself up from the ground.
First down.
Withdrawing her hand as soon as she was up, Andrea crossed her hands before her and waited. Again, he flashed her his most confident smile and gestured grandly for her to lead the way. Lowering her gaze, she started into the trees, Jason quickly falling into step behind her and glaring triumphantly at Sharon and her clique as he disappeared.
For a while they walked silently, Jason first speeding up and then matching his pace to hers to walk comfortably beside her. The night sounds of crickets and soft breezes quickly drowned out the sounds of the camp behind them, leaving them to their own thoughts. Jason checked Andrea out thoroughly. Nice ass... long legs... pretty face... She dropped her arms, and Jason gazed approvingly at the suggestion of full, round breasts under the smoothness of her blouse... Not too bad, he thought. Prissy, but not too bad.
Slowly, so as not to frighten her, Jason reached over and took her hand. Andrea stiffened at first, staring at his intrusion, but gradually the the muscles in her fingers relaxed, and she continued walking, her eyes shyly held downward as their clasped hands swung loosely between them.
No sweat, he thought. This was going to be easy.
Suddenly from beneath a nearby shrub a rabbit darted out into their path, froze, and then scampered away under cover of darkness. Andrea's grip tightened slightly, and Jason said, "Scared you, huh?"
Relaxing again, she laughed slightly. "Yeah, I guess so." She glanced into the darkness around them. "I've never been out here at night. It's so peaceful... almost beautiful."
"Yeah." He walked slightly closer, almost rubbing shoulders with her, as he stared up the path ahead of them, plotting his next tack.
Turning his face to her again, he caught her looking at him. Embarrassed, she laughed and looked away, missing Jason's malicious smile completely.
"So, do you walk in the woods often?"
Jason's grin broadened almost uncontrollably. "Uh no. Not that often. Only with pretty girls."
Andrea stared at her feet, but Jason could see that she was smiling. Success was so near he could almost feel it...
Yeah, he could feel it alright. The tightness of his jeans was only just barely concealing his intentions. In his mind he pictured jumping her right now - forcing her to the ground, ripping through her shirt, shoving his hand up between her thighs... These images, however, succeeded only in further stiffening his resolve, and Jason looked around, his face slightly flushed, hoping Andrea wouldn't notice. No, he would be patient this time, take her gently, make her think he would fulfill her every fantasy... and then bask in the glow of adoring eyes forever.
God, he loved that shit.
The trees around them suddenly parted and they strode into a wide meadow where the timothy was nearly waist-high in some places. Without realizing it, they had come quite a way from the camp. Thus making for less chance of interruption, Jason mused. He looked up into the partially- clouded sky and said, "Truly beautiful."
Andrea turned her face upward just as the full harvest moon was grandly uncovered. With what sounded to be awe in her voice, she said, "Yes... beautiful."
Jason watched her, the reflection of the moon causing an ethereal gleam in her eyes and shading her face just enough to accent her features, bringing out a beauty Jason had not noticed before - almost exotic. How could he have not seen this before, and how could he have compared the others...
Jason stopped walking and let the tension of their clasped hands bring her to a stop. At her questioning glance, he said, "We can get a better look at the stars if we lie down and look straight up... then you don't have to worry about where you're goin' or gettin' a kink in your neck."
Again, he smiled pleasantly.
Without hesitation, Andrea nodded and sat down, pushing aside the grass to make room for herself. God, he thought, that wasn't difficult at all - this was going to be easier than expected. Jason quickly took his place at her side, matting down the grass between and around them to create a small open space hidden from view above. He turned and found Andrea already stretched out comfortably, her hands folded nonchalantly at her waist, her eyes gazing upward and outward, completely oblivious to his presence. Again, he noticed that the moonlight accented her features with hints of shadow and color, brining out an almost unbelievable beauty that so entranced him he at first did not realize that she had turned her eyes toward him questioningly. Embarrassed, Jason quickly turned his own eyes up to the clouds scudding lazily across the stars. Careful old buddy, he mused, don't go losin' your cool...
After a moment his eyes drifted earthward again and he found himself gazing deep into hers, which had not yet turned from him. The light brought out a subtle hint of violet in her dark eyes - a soft, inviting hue in the unfathomably mysterious windows of her soul. In all his life Jason had never been so enraptured - so completely moved that his original intentions simply vanished, replaced by wonder and genuine longing. How had he never noticed her before? The others were of no comparison... Finally, he could resist no longer. Almost of its own accord, Jason's hand reached out to her, gently, almost timidly stroking the side of her face. Andrea continued to stare up at him, neither moving her face away nor turning toward him. Without removing his hand, Jason bent slowly and kissed her, the heady fragrance of the grass mingling with the smell of her hair to create an unexpected natural perfume that filled Jason's mind with thoughts of spring. At first she did not respond, her lips tense, perhaps with nervousness, but he persisted, softening her hesitation until she reciprocated his passion, her eyes drifting closed as she relaxed. He moved his hand down her shoulder, stroking the cool skin of her arm down to her wrist and then paused, moving in closer and kissing her more deeply, his tongue finally finding hers as she relaxed ever so slightly more. The grasses surrounding them shifted only slightly as the soft breezes drifting through them died, leaving only the sounds of the crickets to serenade Jason's discovery of true desire.
Suddenly Jason drew himself up, breaking the kiss to allow himself a chance to breathe and to regain control of his racing thoughts. He felt overwhelmed - completely intoxicated by the heat of the moment - something he had never truly experienced before. The others had never mattered to him - he regarded them more as objects or conquests, never as creatures of beauty or mystery. But this one... why was he so drawn to her, so curious, so enthralled? He quickly stripped off his jacket, throwing it behind him, and then turned back to drown once again in her captivating gaze. He leaned in and again took her mouth with his, slipping his fingers into her tresses to trace the curve of her ear and unblemished cheek. In a single motion his hand stole down the side of the now warm flesh of her throat, over the cool smoothness of her blouse to gently brush and then cup the firm breast hidden therein. For a second she tensed, drawing in a sharp breath, but she made no move to protest, instead reaching up to run her fingers through his thick hair and kissing him more insistently. Quite accidentally, one of the buttons of her blouse opened as he held her, affording just enough room for Jason to slip his hand into her blouse and slide his fingers across the delicate silk of her bra.. Andrea responded by moaning softly in his mouth and tightening her fingers in his hair. He deftly unclasped one more button and then tilted his hand to allow him to slip one finger under her bra and lightly brush across the tight skin of her nipple. She drew her mouth away from his and tilted her head back momentarily, again moaning softly as the heat of desire spread slowly into Jason's stomach. Hungrily, he dragged his lips and tongue across the flesh of her exposed throat as he swiftly moved his hand down her front, releasing the rest of the buttons, and then slid his arm under hers to draw her up into a sitting position, thus allowing him access to the clasp of her bra. Unexpectedly, she leaned into him, making it easy to release the clasp, and then guided his mouth to hers, releasing his hair and running her hands lightly down over the back of his shirt. Moving away from her slightly, Jason extracted his hand and then brushed it down her shoulder, moving aside the loose clothing and exposing a perfect shoulder to his eager lips as his hand once again drifted down to trace the curve of her breast. Andrea leaned away, allowing her head to fall back, and Jason immediately took her nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp incredulously and clutch at his shoulders. Her pleasure excited him, and he laid he back onto the grass, never once ceasing the delicate motions of his tongue across the delicious saltiness of her chest. A moment later he returned his lips and tongue to hers, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as one of her hand strayed down his back to the seat of his jeans, the other slowly stroking her own stomach. When he had loosened his shirt, he gently shifted his weight and then lightly lowered himself down onto her. She welcomed his weight, embracing him tightly under his shirt as his hand travelled seductively down across her hip, tracing the outside of her leg to the lower edge of her skirt. Once there, he tentatively drew his hand upward, stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Again she tensed momentarily, but as he continued to knead she gradually relaxed. Moving his hand steadily upward, he reached the line of her panties - silk again - first following their curve upward over hip, and then down to trace lightly across them between her separated thighs. Andrea gasped sharply, arching her back as she clawed the grass on either side of her.\Sliding his finger around again to the front of her leg, he then slipped it under the panties, tracing back down to her most sensitive area and swirling his finger through her silky hair. He could feel her moistness as he probed, his every movement causing her to tremble with delight, until in a sudden motion he gently inserted two fingers into her. Andrea's eyes rolled in ecstasy as she gasped aloud and tilted her head back to raise her shoulders from the earth. Jason brought his lips to her naked breast and pulled against its erect flesh as he removed his fingers and then without warning re- inserted three briefly, sending a thunderous shudder throughout her body. As she stiffened against him, Jason shifted his weight to place his knee between hers and started to move the material of her skirt upward.
In a flash, Andrea sat up and said, "No," moving back away from him as she met his confused expression levelly.
Shit, he thought angrily as he knelt back and wiped his mouth. He should have known better - it had been too much to hope for. What an idiot he was to have allowed himself to become so caught up in the heat of the moment. The pangs of denial unmercifully paralyzed him as the fog of passion began to creep out of his mind.
Bitch.
However, when he glanced over at Andrea, expecting to see her frantically throwing her clothes back on, he instead watched dumbfounded as she knelt, unbuttoned her skirt, and then slid it down over her hips, leaving behind only blue silk panties to interrupt the smooth paleness of her perfect figure under the glow of the moon.
Before he could recover from his surprise, she crawled closer to him and , locking his gaze under hers, firmly entangled her fingers in his hair and drew herself to him, her burning lips pressing against his and re- igniting his aching flesh. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders, her fingers playing delicately across the muscles of his back as her hands swept downward to the edge of his jeans. Following them around to the front, she quickly unfastened them, her accidental brushes against his rigidity sending spasms of pleasure into his thighs and abdomen. Reaching behind him, she attempted to push his jeans down, so Jason sat back and pushed them down himself, removing his underwear simultaneously. However, before he could finish, she lunged forward and pushed him down, straddling him before he could resist and smothering him with urgent kisses. Delighted by her ardour, Jason drew her to him, locking her within the powerful; embrace of his arms and sliding his fingers upward into her hair, her maddening scent drugging his senses. Without releasing him, she raised one leg and pushed the remainder of his clothing completely away with her foot, then looping her toes over the tops of his legs to knead his thighs as she knelt over him. Jason ran his hands down the length of her smooth back to her buttocks, urging her upward and forward as he once again slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and plunged them into her, catching her unexpectedly. She arched her back suddenly and lifted her head away from him as she gasped loudly and trembled uncontrollably. She turned her face to him as she pinned his shoulders down, her features completely hidden by shadows, but Jason was sure she was smiling.
Very slowly, Andrea shifted her hips forward and back, the silk of her panties sliding deliciously over Jason's length as his mind reeled with the sensation. Suddenly he became aware that he was not going to be able to wait much longer, and he wished desperately that the silken barrier between them would disappear. Instead, Andrea lowered herself to him again and kissed him deeply. Her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders painfully as she gripped him, but the sharp pain was lost in the furor of his urgency. She slid downward, biting his throat and shoulders as she dragged her nails across his broad chest - the combination of pain and pleasure causing near-sensory overload as Jason struggled to contain his urgency. His fingers slid through the coarse hair covering her powerful shoulders downward toward her hips, where he tried to slide her panties over her shifting hips. She kissed him yet again, her tongue stroking his as it flicked across the sharp edges of her teeth, and she reached behind herself with one hand. A moment later Jason heard a brief ripping sound, and then miraculously felt the panties slip out from between them. Her thighs then clamped down on his as she shifted over him and took him into herself, clawing at him mercilessly as the awaited conjunction sent both their minds reeling.
For a moment she paused, leaning back, her form silhouetted against the moon, running her hands up her glistening body. For a moment she turned her face slightly, and Jason believed she looked somehow different... the line of her jaw, the slope of her brow... a trick of the moonlight and his own passion, no doubt. His hands followed hers up the length of her body, and suddenly she began to move, rocking slowly, sliding away and then over him again as he thrust against her. She placed her hands on his shoulders again and gripped him tightly as their rhythm quickened, her nails biting into his flesh deeply. Her flesh seemed alive as she pumped, pulsing and throbbing in ways that seemed unimaginable, her breath deepening as it quickened, taking on a ragged edge that sounded almost guttural. He moved his hands to draw her to him, but suddenly strong hands grasped his wrists, forcing them above his head, and then pinned them down.Her face now low beside his, Jason could feel her hot breath on his throat and shoulder as their motions increased to a feverish pace, the tide of his urgency finally refusing to be swayed, and in a sudden explosion of sensation his passion burst forth, sending his mind screeching away into oblivion under the rushing sound of his life's blood in his ears.
And under the sound of his ecstasy, Jason distractedly thought he heard a low, throaty howl.
Before the waves of pleasure had ceased to wash over him, Jason felt Andrea roll away, leaving him in peace to savour the last few touches of orgasm in his consciousness. This had been by far the most incredible moment of his life. However, as the sensations of pleasure receded from his awareness, they were replaced almost immediately by sharp raw pains that seemed to be concentrated on his stomach and shoulders. Reaching down to massage away what he thought was muscle ache in his abdomen, Jason touched his skin and immediately was gripped by even sharper pains, as if his nerve endings had been left exposed. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he leaned upward and looked down only to discover himself covered with his own blood as it seeped from numerous deep scratches across his stomach and shoulders. She'd practically gored him! He was going to be scarred for life!
Sicko cunt!
Jason turned angrily, ignoring his condition, to confront Andrea, but found himself alone. She had disappeared, leaving behind her clothes.
Bitch.
Jason stood slowly and collected his clothes. He had to get himself home and cleaned up. How was he going to explain this to anyone? Getting dressed was a long arduous process, and with every painful spasm, Jason thought of a new colorful expression to describe his most recent fling. As he finished, he picked up his jacket and stalked into the grass, muttering to himself. She could goddam get her own clothes...
Sick fuck.
As he approached the woods bordering the meadow, Jason noticed for the first time that the night sounds of crickets and animals had disappeared completely - the only noise disturbing the eerie silence the soft thump of his own steps through the grass. He stopped, turning back to gaze across the meadow, cursing Andrea, Sharon, and all the other cunts for getting him into this mess. They were all alike.
And to think he'd actually considered her beautiful.
When he turned back around and took a few steps toward the trees, Jason suddenly stopped. Hidden in the shadow of one of the thin trees ahead of him he thought he saw a shape moving. He looked closer and decided that it must be Andrea, stupid bitch, hiding from him. Throwing his jacket to the ground, Jason screamed, "You bitch! Look what you done to me! What the hell's wrong with you?" He clenched his fists and took two steps forward. He was going to make her pay for what she'd done to him.
At his approach, the shape crouched. He pointed at her and yelled, "I see you, bitch! You can't hide from me!"
Suddenly the shape lunged out of the darkness at him, striking him in the chest with tremendous force and knocking him backward onto the ground before Jason realized what had happened. He tried to grab at the shape, but succeeded only in grasping a handful of coarse black hair. The shape pinned him with its weight and leaned forward into the moonlight. For a second the face loomed over him, the distended snout and ears of the huge, vaguely canine head filling his vision as the creature locked his gaze, its large black eyes swimming with minute flecks of the deepest violet.
They were Andrea's eyes.
A moment later the head split into a vicious grin, revealing the enormous distinctive teeth of a carnivore. The monster leaned forward, its meaty breath washing over Jason, and gently, almost lovingly licked his face as he stared upward, horrified, seconds before ripping his throat out in a quick silent motion. Jason's scream died between the wolf's massive jaws as she held him, patiently waiting to begin her feast. With his final shudder she released him, allowing his head to rest at it canted, unnatural angle in the soft grass. Satisfied, she then tore at his clothing, once again exposing his young healthy flesh. She glanced briefly at his flaccidity and then cocked her head as if trying to remember. Had he been larger than the last one? She looked again. Probably not, she thought, as she snapped it off and swallowed it in a single gulp. It must have been a trick of the moonlight.
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