It's a Friday night in a midwestern college town and, after a little party at a friend's house, a girl meets a woman who talks her way into her apartment
She hadn’t realized it was so late when she left her friends’ apartment. It wasn’t too bad when the well-lit path went through areas with people, the couple making out on a bench, the woman sitting alone who appeared to be sniffing the air, the drunk freshmen laughing too loudly. At Ann’s apartment she’d felt so grownup, drinking wine and laughing with her friends, all nineteen and on their own, sophomores at college. Being a little drunk and walking alone along the deserted street, however, made her feel like a scared little girl, glancing around nervously, certain she was being followed.
It was a great relief to her when she reached her apartment building and she felt even better when she was inside the lobby. There was no one there but the cameras and bright lights gave her a sense of security. She got inside the elevator and pushed the button for the seventh floor. The doors were nearly closed when a hand suddenly appeared and forced them back open. The girl gave a frightened squeak, then sighed with relief when a tall woman with dark brown skin and pitch black hair stepped inside.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “Did I scare you?”
“No. No. I’m just a little on edge. I walked home and it’s pretty dark.”
“Yes, a pretty girl like you needs to be careful,” the woman said, patting her arm. “You never know who might be skulking about.”
The woman’s cool fingers on her bare forearm seemed to help relieve the girl’s anxiety. The newcomer was pretty and stylishly dressed in a black skirt, button down shirt, and casual shoes, very different from the girl’s jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. She leaned closer to the girl, inhaling deeply.
“Don’t you worry,” the woman said soothingly. “I’ll walk you to your door.”
When the elevator doors opened, the woman took the girl’s hand and walked with her down the hall. Unlocking and opening her door, the girl turned to thank her companion.
“Why don’t you invite me in?” the woman said softly. “We could talk, get to know each other.”
That seemed odd to the girl but, not wanting to insult her new friend, she gestured for the woman to go in first. The woman dropped her purse on the sofa and opened the door to the bedroom, turning on the light to get a good look at the room. She nodded and walked past the puzzled girl to lock the front door.
“I would love to spend the whole night getting to know you better,” the woman said, standing in front of the girl and putting her hands on her shoulders. “But I have to meet someone before dawn and I have a long way to go. So let’s go to your bedroom.”
“What...no…no…” the girl stammered. “I like boys…I…”
“I like boys too. And men. And girls. And women. Tonight I want you.” She kissed the girl lightly on the lips and walked toward the bedroom. “Come along now.”
“No…I…I can’t” the girl murmured as followed her docilely.
The woman went to the bed and pulled down the covers. Quickly tying her hair into a bun at the top of her head, she undressed. She had long legs, firm breasts with prominent dark brown nipples and no pubic hair. The girl was frozen in place just inside the door, staring at the naked woman.
“Get naked, girl,” she ordered. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
The woman carefully folded her clothing and put it on the dresser before climbing into the bed. The girl slowly, mechanically stripped off her clothing, then stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand.
“No…please…please…” she whimpered.
“Put your arms down,” the woman snapped and the girl let her arms fall to her sides, sobbing quietly.
The woman looked the girl up and down, practically drooling at her large breasts and full hips, her thick patch of blonde pubic hair. Her hair was cut short, that was good, wouldn’t get in the way. She was the same height as the woman with a much fuller figure. Tonight, the woman thought, is my lucky night.
“Now, get in bed.”
The girl climbed onto the bed and lay on her back next to the woman, who rolled over and put her right thigh on top of the girl’s right leg.
“I was passing through town and thought I’d stop to get a bite to eat,” she whispered, nuzzling the girl’s neck. “A pretty girl like you, especially one with big breasts, really shouldn’t walk around alone at night. You never know who will see you.”
Her hand slid down between the girl’s legs; she spread her pussy lips and played with her prominent clit.
“Ordinarily, I take my time, really enjoy things but, as I said, I’m in a hurry.”
She kissed the girl deeply while her hand worked on the moistening pussy. The girl moaned as her clit was expertly manipulated and the woman’s mouth moved down to her right nipple. Breathing hard now, the girl squirmed and groaned, looking down at the woman’s glistening fingers steadily stroking her. She could feel her thigh getting damp as the woman rubbed her crotch on it, could even feel the woman’s huge clit hardening against her.
The woman’s hand moved faster and faster and the girl began to stiffen and gasp as her orgasm approached. But the fingers stopped and just rested on the girl’s thick patch of pubic hair. The girl whined in frustration and, after she had settled down, the woman’s hand went back to work. Two more times the girl came close to climax only to be denied.
“Please, oh please,” she gasped.
The woman rolled on top of the girl, getting in between her legs, looking into the girl’s dazed desperate eyes. She grinned, revealing canines that had grown long and sharp in expectation of what was to come.
“Oh God,” the girl moaned, her eyes wide.
The woman slowly lowered her head and rested her chin on the girl’s left breast. She pressed the sharp tips of her fangs into the inner slope of the breast. The girl yipped as she saw and felt the teeth penetrate her flesh. The woman lifted her head, removing the fangs. Blood slowly welled up in the punctures and began trickling down to form a pool between the girl’s breasts.
The girl yipped again as her right breast was also pierced by the woman’s teeth. Two more rivulets flowed into the warm red pool between her breasts. Holding the girl’s spellbound gaze, the woman put her lips into the blood and began sucking it into her mouth. Raising her head, she made a show of swallowing before smiling again. The girl whimpered at the sight of the woman’s red-tinged teeth and tongue.
The woman slurped up more blood and, mouth closed, squirmed up to put her face above the girl’s. Looking deeply into the girl’s eyes, she entwined the fingers of her right hand in the short blonde hair, lowering her head to press her lips against her mouth. She used her tongue to pry the girl’s lips open. The girl shuddered as blood flowed into her mouth, trying to pull away. But the woman held her in place, her tongue tangling with the girl’s. Submitting at last, the girl swallowed most of the blood and kissed the woman back passionately.
The woman finally broke the kiss, raising her head. The girl’s lips were smeared with her own blood and a streak of red down her left cheek marked where some had escaped her mouth. Her eyes were locked on the woman’s face breathing hard.
“Get your knees up,” the woman said
The girl obeyed instantly and the woman pressed her bare pussy against the girl’s wet, wide open one. The two wriggled against each other, gasping as their clits rubbed together. The girl gave a little cry as the woman’s oversized clit penetrated and began to fuck her. With her hands on the woman’s shoulders, the girl bucked back enthusiastically. The room filled with the squeak of the bed, the moans of the girl, the grunts of the woman, and the wet, wet sounds of their pussies smacking together.
Soon they were tangled in the sheets at the bottom of the bed, the girl’s head hanging over the edge. The woman could see the arteries in the extended neck throbbing and her fangs tingled. Not yet.
“Oh God,” the girl gasped. “Oh God.”
The woman hammered her hips harder and faster against the girl, the girl arched her back and stiffened, the most intense orgasm of her life consuming her. Gasping for breath, the woman ground her hips against the spasming girl, burying her clit in pulsing pussy. The girl finally relaxed, her body still quivering. Now!
The woman put her left hand over the girl’s mouth and forced her head even further back. With a snarl, she snapped her head forward and sank her fangs into the girl’s neck. The girl gave a muffled scream as blood spurted up the channels in the back of the woman’s fangs. She began to struggle frantically, they always did. The woman was ready, holding onto the girl firmly as she fed.
In a few moments, the girl stopped fighting and crying out. Growling, her mouth still locked onto her victim’s throat, the woman began fucking her again, striving for her own orgasm. The girl wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck and her legs around her waist.
“Fuck me harder,” she gasped.
The woman pounded against her frantically, then lifted her head, arched her back and howled in triumph as she climaxed, blood dripping from her fangs onto the girl’s face. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, the girl came again and they convulsed against each other. When they finally went limp and caught their breath, the woman put her mouth back on the girl’s neck. The girl shuddered as the fangs penetrated her flesh again, and then sighed as the woman began to suck.
The woman fed until she felt the girl begin to weaken, then reluctantly rolled over onto her back. After resting for a few minutes, she glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed. She should have time for a shower. The bed was a mess, most of the pillows were on the floor, the blood-stained fitted sheet had come off one corner, the sheet and blankets were wadded up. There was a large visible wet spot under the girl’s butt.
The girl’s eyes were closed, her breasts rising and falling steadily. There was dried blood on her lips, chin cheeks, neck and chest. It looked a bit like a crime scene. The woman went into the bathroom, started the shower, then checked herself in the mirror. Her face, breasts, and belly were also smeared with blood but she felt so much better now that she’d fed.
After a quick hot shower, she returned to the bedroom, noticing the trail of blood droplets she’d left on the floor. More for the girl to do when she woke up. Her hostess lay where she’d left her, breasts gently rising and falling. She climbed on the bed and shook the girl gently until her eyes opened.
“I’m leaving now,” she purred before whispering into the girl’s ear for a few moments.
The woman left the apartment and, moving like a zombie, the girl removed the sheets, remade the bed, and put the sheets in the washing machine. She used a wet paper towel to clean the floor, then put on the oversized t-shirt she wore as a nightgown and went back to bed.
It was nearly noon when Sarah finally woke up. She felt relaxed, tired and a bit confused, trying to remember what had happened the night before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember anything clearly after leaving Ann’s apartment. Rolling out of bed, she felt faint as she stood up for the first time. How much had she had to drink anyway?
She looked at the full length mirror on the closet door and gave a little gasp. There was a faint but obvious hickey on her neck. It hurt slightly when she pressed her fingers against it and there seemed to be some small scratches or punctures in the reddened area. She had a vague recollection of making out with someone but no memory of who it was. Lifting the over-sized t-shirt she used as a nightgown, she saw similar punctures (but no hickeys) on her breasts. Ravenously hungry, she put it out of her mind and started her day.
It was three years later. Sarah, now a senior, met some friends at her favorite Massachusetts Street bar after dark. After one glass of wine and some nachos, she left to finish some reading for the next day.
“Good to see you again,” came a woman’s voice as she passed a booth.
She turned and saw a dark-haired woman sitting with a middle-aged man. The woman looked vaguely familiar and a chill went up the girl’s spine, although she had no idea why.
“Hello…” she said uncertainly as the woman got up and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders.
“As you can see, I already have a dinner companion for tonight,” the woman said, nodding at the man in the booth. “Do you have any plans for Friday night?”
“I’m…I’m going to Kansas City to see my boyfriend…”
“Lovely that you have a boyfriend but you’re going to have to cancel. Do you live in the same apartment?”
“Y-yes but…”
“Then I’ll meet you there at nine,” the woman gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat back down as the puzzled Sarah left for home.