The Bloodlust Cycle - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 : Bodydouble

Anais sat in calculus class, bored as usual by the numbers and symbols and formulae for things she knew she'd never need to calculate. This boy kept staring at her. It unnerved her, especially after the dream last night. Had to have been a dream, she kept telling herself that it didn't happen... that she imagined it all, but damn she had a good imagination last night. And that boy kept leering at her. She thought that he was a bit attractive, but doubted that he was good enough for her. She had high standards. You had to in life. She'd tell herself this while she was alone.

"Miss DuBoire? ...I'm Jonathan." the boy... actually he was a young man, but they were all boys to Anais.

"Call me Anais, please," she said in the cool tone that they taught was ladylike, and didn't make the gentlemen think you were easy.

"Anais.... listen... I want to know if you wish to go out tonight, to dinner?"

Anais pondered the offer. He seemed nice enough. But they all did, at first. She decided to go on the date. "I would love too." At the worst, it would be a free dinner.

The bell rang for the period to end. She gathered her books and pencils and her mirror. She looked in the mirror. She stared back. "As long as I have you, everything is just fine." She walked to the local cafeteria, the one in every college, the one that always serves the best burgers in the world.

While eating, she looked in the mirror again. Someone was standing behind her, a dark, evil-looking man. She turned around and saw no one, only women and their boyfriends eating food off of each other's fingers. She turned back to her own meal... quickly finishing it. She had the feeling of being watched

She walked to other classes, and throughout her day she caught glimpses of this dark stalker out of the corner of her eye. But when she turned to look, there was only the normal crowd. She was now frightened, sure some rapist was after her, stalking her. She kept to crowded areas and well-lit ones at that. Anything to prevent the dark stalker from claiming her as a their next conquest.

She was relieved when the time for the dinner date arrived. The stalker was nowhere to be seen when she walked in the restaurant, only Jonathan well-dressed and waiting at a table. Early. Punctual. Anais liked that.

They sat through dinner, discussing nothings and somethings and everythings. Their hands intertwined as they looked into each others eyes. Her hand slipped under the table as she moved her chair closer to Jonathan's. His hand rested on her knee. Anais would have jumped in fear if it weren't for the fact her hand had already made its journey up his thigh. She unzipped his pants... right there in the restaurant. He stifled a moan as her hands went into his opened pants. She lightly and teasingly stroked his penis, her finger running over the head. They were seated such that no one could see under their table. She squeezed his manhood as the waiter arrived with the desert menus.

Jonathan would not put up with this treatment solo. In punishment, his own hand crept up her thigh. Anais was already wet from the excitement of teasing Jonathan. His fingers in contact with her sex only made the feeling more so. Her nipples began to visibly grow erect as his finger eased into her. He began to fuck her with his finger, right there in the restaurant. Anais remained still and quiet, until an orgasm rippled through her body. She tried not to move after the initial shiver, and inhaled deeply. Then she squeezed Jonathan's penis harder, and stroked his shaft faster.

She leaned to Jonathan's ear, whispering breathily "Jonathan, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm leaving with that horny man over there." She nodded to an old codger.

Jonathan laughed and removed his hand from her crotch, to remove her hand from his penis. He stuffed himself back into his pants as best as he could and left money on the table, twice the value of the bill. They both eagerly scooted out of the restaurant.

They arrived at Jonathan's apartment. It was darkly decorated, black, sparse. There were candles about, lit. As soon as the door closed, her lips where on his, exploring his mouth with her tongue, pinning him to the door. She almost tore off his clothes, she was ready for him now, the idea of foreplay forgotten in the animal lust. He deftly removed her blouse, bra and skirt, and they fell to the floor with his clothes.

Anais stepped backwards, holding onto Jonathan's shaft, using it as a leash for her new pet. She lay back on the couch, pulling him on top of her, her lips and his again in torrid discourse. She still held his penis, stroking it as she moving her hips underneath him, bringing his cock closer and closer to her sex with each undulation. She started rubbing him against her slit, feeling the head of his rod move up and down her labia. She wanted him deep in her... but she wanted him so powerless in lust that he had no choice but to please her hunger. She teased his cock, sliding his head between her labia to lubricate him with her wetness, then up over her clitoris. Her passion rose, as he moved her hips forward and began to slide his length into her. She savored the slow feeling of the hot shaft penetrating her.

Anais grunted in ecstasy as a small orgasm rippled through her body like a wave. Her eyes closed in pleasure, then opened again, looking up at Jonathan. But instead, her lover was someone else...

The sex suddenly felt different - the proportions were not the same. Her sex-hazed mind continued fucking this person who was not Jonathan. She could now see that he was the dark stalker, and his hard penis was invading her. Anais tried to scream but no sound came out. She was helpless as the cock kept thrusting into her. She gasped in pleasure as he bent and sucked on her nipple. Then she yelped as he lifted one of her legs and moved it over their joining to her other side, flipped her on her belly, while still holding his shaft inside her.

Now he was clutching her ass and pushing his shaft deeper into her. Each thrust was exquisite. She closed her eyes and began pushing back onto him, not knowing who he was, not caring. She moaned with release, another orgasm moved through her. She opened her eyes and looked up.

Jonathan was standing in front of her, looking down at her. He was naked and erect. "You fuck anyone won't you?"

She continued to push back, fucking against the stranger Her reaction was that of embarassment, even shame. But that dirty feeling only drove her further. She started grunting and pushing back harder against the stalker.

"...yes...."

"You'd probably even fuck two men at once."

"....please..."

Anais was crazed with lust. She only want to feel penetrated, violated, titillated, desecrated.

Jonathan lay down on the rug alongside the couch. Anais crawled over him, licking her tongue along his penis as she slid off the couch. The stranger withdrew his shaft from her as she straddled Jonathan's thighs. She wrapped her breasts around his cock and then slid forward, until her mouth was on Jonathan's mouth and tongue around Jonathan's tongue. The stranger's hands returned to grab and spread her ass cheeks as he pushed into her again. Now he was quick and sharp with his thrusts. She closed her eyes and screamed this time, long beyond orgasms and reduced to pure sexual release.

She opened her eyes from the kiss and looked down at Jonathan. Looking back up at Anais was a woman.

Anais felt the woman's breasts against hers. She felt the unknown woman exploring Anais's body with her hands, her breasts, lightly over her nipples, a gentle touch, moving down to Anais's swollen clitoris. The male stranger was still behind her, still suffusing Anais's reality with his cock. Then the strange man stopped thrusting, and flooded her with his orgasm. Anais moaned with a climax of her own. She collapsed on the woman, and turned to see Jonathan laying next to them. She slept in their arms that night, as their hands moved and teased, as the partners changed. She didn't know who she was going to wake up with.

Continued in Chapter 3