John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

Someone banging on my door woke me up. Not just a knock. Banging. And a man's voice. Not Scott, the house detective… thank God. I glanced at the dark window and rubbed my eyes.

"Just a minute…" My nighty swished around my ankles as I staggered sleepily to the door. With the chain in place I figured I was safe. Anyhow, no one would try anything too weird in a luxury hotel, would they? Peeking out, I saw a bare-chested buy with blond hair and cut-off jeans. He was holding a half-full glass and looked slightly bombed.

"Party down the hall," he said, taking in the lacey edges of my gown. "Want to go?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm as safe as your brother," the guy said, holding up two fingers. "Boy Scout honor!" He rattled the ice cubes in his glass. "Name's Chris. My boat's ashore for repairs so I'm a landlubber tonight. Come on and go with me to the party."

His smile was awful nice. "I'm in bed. I'd have to dress…"

"No you don't," he laughed. "You're with me. If anybody so much as lays a hand on you, I'll make 'em walk the plank."

There was something honest and crazy and very nice about his manner. He didn't seem the type to be too pushy. I undid the chain and stepped into the hall.

"Maybe just for a little while."

"That's great, come on." He snugged an arm around my waist in a way that seemed comfortable. I let him guide me down to a room where a lot of noise and music was coming from. I peeked around the corner before going right in. And I saw why Chris had urged me not to bother dressing. Two other women were wearing nightgowns and there were as many weird outfits as I had fingers and toes. The ages of the partygoers was pretty varied, too. Chris pulled me proudly alongside him. Nobody was bothering getting introduced. I smelled something kinda funny, like burning leaves. As we passed one couple, someone handed Chris a funny looking cigarette. He put it to his lips and sucked. My mind spun when I realized what it was.

"Have… a… toke?" he said, forcing the words out a little at a time shook my head. "Aw, go ahead. One won't turn you into a pumpkin!" I had to laugh at this. And when I looked around at the other smokers, no one seemed to be freaking out or any thing.

"Maybe just one." I put the twisted end to my lips and took a little smoke into my lungs. It was hot and got me to coughing. We drifted towards another part of the worn. Chris got me a beer and watched me smiling as I sipped to cool my throat.

"God, I didn't know I'd luck out like this when I knocked on your door."

I smiled and lowered my lashes. "I shouldn't have come really. I don't know anyone here."

"You know me." He touched a hand to the side of my head. He held out the joint again, and I took it from him without thinking.

"No, I shouldn't have anymore of this."

"Another toke'll put us on the same wave length," Chris said. His blond hair was curled in wild tangles at the tops of his shoulders. He was awful good-looking. I wasn't sure I could take the dunce of being on the same wave length as he was. But I sucked a little more of the smoke into my throat anyway and chased it with a beer.

"I have to go back pretty soon," I said over the noise of the mimic. A few couples were making a try at dancing. Chris handed the joint to someone who was passing by, and then looked hard at me.

"Eighteen?" he guessed. I was going to let him think that but the smoke was doing funny things to my reasoning. What did it matter if I was eighteen?

"Eighteen," I whispered and then giggled for no reason at all. I giggled again. I felt swimmy and strange inside. It was a good feeling. So good that it scared me a little.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Something wrong?" Everything babbled around us. Were all those people high like I was? The giggles came again and I put a hand over my mouth. "I guess I'm too young for you, aren't I?" Chris looked maybe thirty. Maybe.

"Darlin', you are the sweetest, prettiest thing I've seen all summer."

"But summer is just barely beginning," I said and started laughing again.

Chris let me lean against him. Wow, was I feeling strange. I swallowed some beer to see if it would get my legs back under me again. Chris' hand was rubbing my waist. Slowly. Up and down. Felt so good. So sweet. Chris was a nice guy. Chris felt like a brother. I liked Chris.

"I like you, Chris," I babbled, leaning my head against his shoulder. Nice Chris. He was kissing my hair. Was there anything wrong with him doing that? I finally decided that there wasn't. The lights were so dim. Somebody turning them that way. The music was slow now. Chris was swaying with me in his arms.

"I'm glad you're holding me up," I sighed. I could feel his muscled chest. God, he was naked!

No, just bare-chested. I'd forgotten about his cut-off jeans. So funny… everything so funny. Chris so warm. Only that flimsy gown between my tits and him…

"You're lovely," he whispered. "Smell so good."

"You smell good, too," I said back. How long had I known this guy? He felt so comfortable, so… comfortable. His chest rubbed the nipples of my tits and I felt them pushing out against the silk of my gown. He would feel them, too. That would embarrass me. Why had I even come with him in my nightgown?

"I'd better go back to my room," I managed to say. I was suddenly afraid, afraid of the dim lights and the strangers and Chris' fingers petting the outward swell of my ass. As we danced, his foot covered mine and we stopped. I could feel his toes tickling me.

"Sure you wouldn't like another beer or something?"

"No… I'd better go back. Please take me back!"

Chris sensed the fear in my voice. He headed me towards the door. I could barely walk and clung with both hands around his body. The stiff nap of the hall rug ate at the bottoms of my feet. After smoking that grass, the sensation was a thousand times more intense than I'd ever experienced. Halfway to my room, the tendrils of tingling pleasure shooting up my legs became so overpowering that I sagged, felt my knees give way.

"You okay?" Chris said, pressing me up against the wall so he could hold me up.

"Would you… please… carry me?"

"Sure baby, no sweat." He hooked a hand behind my knees and an arm under my back. He looked down at my tits as he walked. The nipples were making the silk gown poke up like two tiny volcanoes.

I guess he got my door open without putting me down. We entered the darkened worn.

"I thought you were gonna pass out on me," he laughed, hands at my waist.

"Thanks for bringing me. I guess I'll see you sometime."

I wasn't planning it. Maybe Chris wasn't either. But I knew he was bending his head down to mine, and when his lips brushed my chin, I almost fainted. My pussy throbbed like a little bomb and I felt a trickle of my cunt butter make a hot line down the inside of one thigh as Chris embraced my ass-cheeks with his hands, grinding my body up against his cock-stretched shorts. I could feel that swollen prick of his as it rubbed across the fur of my cunt-mound. His tongue lashed hungrily between my teeth and I moaned. Our kiss was wet and sloppy and too good to stop. I threw my arms around his neck and clung there when he started to break it off. His fingers had pushed the silk gown between the plump halves of my ass.

"What's your name anyway?" he laughed. "I really must be screwed up not to find out your name."

"Robyn…"

"Robyn… Robyn…" He pushed me backwards to the bed. I fell across it and Chris fell beside me. I seemed to have lost all control. When his hands pushed my gown up, I gasped like a crazy person and let him search between the heat of my thighs.

"Don't… don't do anything to me… don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you." His finger brushed my silken pussy curls apart and I felt him snick open the plumpness of my cunt-lips. I closed my legs tight against his hand.