#faestory

Kae: *A soft tinkling of rain hit the window pane and greets my ears. The somber skies above an indication that warm weather was giving way to the cool front blowing through. 

The seasons were ever-changing. Summer days growing longer as Autumn golden and amber leaves turned before they fell below the branches of the tree. A myriad of colors at the base of gnarly trunks.

The warm air moving off to make way for chilly weather. The world being washed by nature. 

A record spins in the background, something to match the mood of the day. Damp brunette locks, down, swishing across bare shoulders. Sea green plush towel wrapped around my torso and lower half, ankles crossed as I leaned against the window frame. Luna, my familiar, winds her white floof body along my crossed legs in a figure-eight movement. She greets me in her own way. She’d been getting fluffier with the weather change herself, winter coat growing in and making her look like a coon cat. I smile down on her, foot giving her a little rub.

I was enjoying the tranquility and wondering what the day would bring. 

Business at Elements, my apothecary bookshop, below had slowly dwindled down. A change was on the horizon. Of that I was sure. Turning away from the gentle showers outside, my gaze wanders to the canvas still resting over the easel tucked in the corner. 

With one outstretched slender arm, I picked up the brush and focused in a delicate swoosh, red sable brush dancing in a slow arcing sway across the taut fabric canvas. The beginnings of nothing really laid over the gesso lined linen. 

I’d been lazily trying to begin something. Creativity had been lacking and I had missed the quieting of my mind when I’d sank into my art. 

Things had been silent in the love department lately. A lightly snorted laugh filters free. The acoustic tones rising to the forefront, I spin on my bare feet, the tip of my brush dipped into a mason jar filled with swirling murky colors. The damp tip tapped against the edge of the threaded rim, a light tap causing the glass to sing. I smile down, ding ding dinging it three more times along with the glass lip.

It’d been too long since I’d traveled outside of Colorado. Most of the Coven had broken off and moved on years ago. I stayed close to the mountains. 

I sway to the soft plucking of strings, a haunting crooning that reminded me of distant memories. The townhouse with Lily. The ouija session that unknowingly detoured our lives. 

A pang hits behind my right pupil. Thinking back on all the misadventures we’d gone on. 

Rig: -The heat wave days of summer had grown shorter. The air is thick with humidity. Frank had been blowing my phone up trying to drag me out to the latest house party and good time. 

I’d met Frank when I had moved here after my father’s tragic passing in Chicago. The headache that rose up from thoughts of my father. Palm pressed into temple. 

Frank let me couch crash until I got on my feet and introduced me to his buds. Things hit off after that. 

I internally groaned at the thought of yet another summer night party. I finally gave in with a non-committal reply. 

Later that evening I found myself standing by the keg set up, a red solo cup filled to the rim with beer foam. 

The night was quiet enough yet my mind felt so loud. Wallet chain links clink on a sway as I flow through the party crowd. The DJ kept the music thumping that it was hard to hear anyone having any conversation. 

I play along like nothing is wrong. Usually thick skinned. This was eating me away slowly. Gnawing at me gut deep. 

I knew I had to let it go. It was so strange how quickly things changed. No one knew what the future held. The end of what seemed like an endless summer. The night appeared to be as any other. Until ‘she’ walked in. 

‘She’ being the exes best friend Tara. Thorn in my side, she was. Tight jawed groan as I tip back the last of my latest beer. 

The ex had made up her own ending. Nowhere near the truth. Tara knew this. The town knew different by the whispers circling around. 

Molars grits down, my jaw making a popping sound and pain shoots up nearly blinding me. 

It was time to say goodbye to this small town. 

Scanning across the smoke fogged room. 

I wished I could stay forever but I had to make a change. I could feel it. I started selling things weeks ago. Opting to simplify things. Less to carry on the road. 

Tonight was the last hoorah in Alabama. Where would I go from here? 

The party crowd starts jumping at the next track. More alcohol slammed back. 

Some time during the night Tara’s ‘Fuck you’ glare had glazed to fuck me eyes. Each shot swung back allowed her resistance to slip away. The skinny waist brunette dances her way over to me. Swaying hips and grazing delicate hands along the backs of mine before moving off again. 

Inhibitions were slipping with each shot she shot back. I met her on the floor. She danced with her tits pushed up to my face and I fought back the bile that rose up like acid. Her tight ass grinds over my thigh with wandering hands. 

“Just for the night.” She slurred over the hard beats. 

Her words echo through my head. A nod and understanding. I turned around and it seemed all eyes were on us. Maybe that was in my drunken haze.

Ice in my throat, with each shot. Numbing it. No turning back now. 

Emotionless fucking. I knew what this was and I’d probably regret this once it was over. 

The blunt nail of middle finger dragged down the center of Tara’s spine. Tracing the lean curves of her bare back. Merciless thrusts. Slender legs spread wider. Skin smacking. Whimpering and gasping for air. 

Her eyes closing as her climax builds, rapidly approaching. I slam even harder. Pushing her. 

She was twisted in erotic movements. Her pussy clenching like a vice. Fighting the thrusts I made beyond her walls. 

Crying out in ecstacy. She whimpers and meets each deliberate thrust. 

“FUCK!” I groaned. Slamming her down with palm pushed into the middle of her shoulder blades. 

Fucking her through the hole I’d made in her body suit in our haste. 

She winds her hips, angling her clit against pelvis to seek friction. Her legs lock up, body shuddering as she can no longer hold back. Tara screams out with pleasure as she reaches that edge and collapses down. 

Rough fingers dig into the plush rounds of her ass. 

A breathless groan. Senses heightened. I pull free from her spasming walls with latex stripped off and finish in my palm. Warm spurting jets as pleasure consumes my body and I find my release. 

I gain back pure control. Adrenaline rushing through me. 

The video continues to capture the moment. I’d set up the cell when Tara hadn’t noticed. 

Nicole never apologized for her fuck up with Leo. Such pretty, pretty lies.

She lost her sweetness. She’d freak out at the smallest things. Accusations when she was the one stepping out. Day to day life was getting stressful.

 I was focusing solely on her. I never went down that line with many women. 

I knew not to get too close. I’d done my best to stomp down my heart ache. It took some tears in beers to grow. 

Temporary love. I was fine before I met her. 

Why did I allow her to create such chaos in my life?

Why had I gravitated to her?

I loved her through the pain and the pleasure. In the end it didn’t matter. 

This was karma coming around. I pull myself back together. Video sent as I’m exiting the room. 

A parting gift. 

Tara blissed out and still sprawled out over the twisted sheets. She wanted to fuck all night. I wasn’t down for that. 

I had what I needed. 

I lock the door behind me and stroll down the darkened hallway. Strobes of lights blind me a moment as I step free from the dark corridor. 

The living room was alive with vibrations from the music. The crowd lost in motion. The energy was intense and all I could think was I needed to get away. 

‘Let me out of this town.’ Singular thought that played on repeat. 

I couldn’t stay here stuck in the shadows of the past. 

Feeling so hollow. So changed.

Out of all the years here all I got were smoke and mirrors. 

I couldn’t wash my soul. And damn well couldn’t go back to yesterday. Not that I wanted to. 

Packing my rucksack with any essentials once I’d reached my flat. Tattooed hands shoved worn band tees and denim. 

Phone blows up. I imagine Tara’s phone is doing much the same.  I find my keys and make an exit. 

I drove for hours. I was going it alone. 

Somewhat. 

@StandingInRainn had rung me up a few days back. She needed my help with a project in a no name town. 

By the time I’d rolled into the city limits I was aggravated with traffic. Storm clouds welcomed me into the city. Navigation system was having trouble with directions Henney had given. The cell signal kept dropping. 

Dude in the beat up Chevy in front of me had truck nuts swinging for miles. At one point I thought we were headed to the same place until he turned off.