Moving On

She lead him on all night; her shirt open just enough to play peek-a-boo with an impressive, tantalizing cleavage. Her lips glistened; open slightly as if wanting to whisper a naughty secret.  Nina could almost taste his desire for her.  It was what she did; make men want her.  A sexual addiction? No, because not all of them got to enjoy her body.  This was her way of having fun; feeling powerful. Using men.

Despite stealing Nina from his older brother, Preston loved being with her and didn't care who knew it (now). For the six months she had dated Tony, but made eyes at him, flirted shamelessly and when she finally broke it off with Tony, Nina swore it was because all she could think about was him; Preston. She was so beautiful and she just kept egging him on.  He felt the hairs on his neck prickle when she leaned in to give him an unexpected peck on the cheek and press against him.  His mouth watered at the thought of unbuttoning her shirt and tasting her skin.  He fidgeted under the table while her hand slowly traced his knee, his inner thigh and finally reached for him under the table.  He jumped, whacking his knee. She took his hand in hers and was wandering back; back to her knee, her thigh, up under the hem of her skirt.  He marveled at her soft smile as she guided his hand, moving it for him exactly as she wanted. Her lips parted and smiled gently, privately.

"Nina"  he leaned in whispering huskily feeling his face and skin grow warm. "We need to go. I want to take you home now." His eyes bore in to hers, flashing dark and hungry.  Three months they had been formally seeing each other  He had endured this teasing and seduction, not without pleasure, but he wanted her; all of her to himself; not just a clumsy romp in the back of a car like a couple of teeny boppers.

"Shhhh..." her brow furrowed with frustration at his interruption.

Preston pulled his hand away, resting it on her tense thigh.  She opened her eyes and pouted.
"Someone will see..." he said quietly, glancing around at the almost empty bar.

She waved him off and sighed. "It's dark in here. No one is watching ... " She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose.  "Wanna try that again?"  He was already nodding.  "Orrrr do you wanna try something new?" She bit her lip. The blood in his body began to boil.

"I want to take you home." he said again.

She giggled and excused herself to the ladies room.  He paid for their meals and sat back, trying to regain composure.  He didn't WANT to be a horny teenager, but she sure made him feel like one. She came back quickly, leaning over him to show a little more of her breasts.  She nuzzled his neck and sucked at his earlobe.  "Yes, time to go." she teased and dropped her panties in his lap.  Without another word, she strolled out to his car and waited for him to scramble after her.  He clicked the locks. By the time he was in and fumbling with the keys and starting the engine, she had gotten in, scooted over and begun tugging at his shirt.  He laughed and restarted the car grateful they no longer made that wretched screeching noise.

"Hurry Preston. I want you. " she whispered urgently.  Her hand found his body agreeing with her wholeheartedly.

"I am. I am." he grunted. His body ached.  "Let's go to my place." he was begging her between gulping stingy kisses.

"mmmm no. no. I'll give you directions. Drive." Everything she whispered to him, thundered in his ears.

He drove as carefully as he could while she did her best to keep him interested and occupied.
"Oh God Nina, you gotta stop. You're driving me crazy. I swear to Jesus, I'll wreck"

"No you won't. You don't want to miss the best part of our night." she laughed and sucked at his neck and shoulder.  "Turn left Baby. We're here."

Preston slammed it in to park and grabbed for her. His mouth was forceful and hungry.  He pulled at her shirt and tasted her body. He devoured the scent of her soap and relished the intoxication of drinking in her skin.  His hands greedily roamed her body, cupping her legs, her buttocks.  She kicked and pushed at his jeans muttering for him to get them off.  This required him to pull away from her.  When he did, she leaped from the car and dashed out in front of the lights.

For a moment he was stunned.  "What the Hell?"

"Come on! Hurry up!" she hissed and beckoned. To encourage him, she took off her top and dropped it on the grass.

He bounded from the car and rushed to her almost bowling her over. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her to the hood of the car. Her knees parted and he clutched her to him. He jammed her skirt up passed her hips.  She moaned, raking her fingers through his thick dark hair.  He felt her push against him, craving the heat of her body as she began to move with him.

"Oh Nina" he whispered into her hair. "I love you."

Her body went limp. She made a noise as if she'd sprung a leak. Her voice became flat. "Get off."

He pulled away and cupped her jaw.  "Didn't you hear me? I love you. I want to be with you like this every night." He tried to plant small playful kisses, confused by the sudden change in mood; fearful.

"No." her voice was tight; irritated.  "You've ruined it. Everything. Get off. Put on your pants for Christ's sake and take me back." She wiggled around him and angrily slammed her shirt over her head.

"What happened? What did I do wrong? Nina, we've been inseparable for three months and I waited for you, patiently for a lot longer. I don't understand why you are so angry..."

"Just shut it Preston. It's over. Take me back to my car..." she reached for the handle but Preston clicked the fob.

"No. No you don't. Not tonight. I'm through playing these games Nina. Talk to me. Help me underst..."

"SHUT UP!" she snapped, turning on her heel to face him.  She stepped close to him, almost up under his nose and began to berate him. "I don't want to TALK to you Preston. I don't want to LOVE you Preston. I don't want to be your girl every NIGHT Preston! What we had was fun and uncomplicated. You screwed it all up. I don't want to be ANYONE'S every night."

"Nina..." he was pleading almost panicked. "What are you saying? You said you wanted to be with me. You said it all the time you were with Tony... Explain this..." 

She slapped at him as if he were a bug. "Get OFF. I don't want to be with you. I don't want to be with Tony. It's all just in fun. Keep it fun, Preston. You say you love someone and it all goes to Hell and it's ruined. You've ruined everything we had Preston..."

His jaw dropped. His arms went slack.  "Everything we HAD? According to you that everything is nothing and it's the whole point."

A biting sarcastic smile crept in to the corners of her mouth. "Exactly." she folded her arms defiantly. "Now I know who the smart one of the family is." her laugh was bitter and cruel.

Preston curled his lips in and closed his eyes. "You Bitch." and before he could stop himself, his hand snatched at her throat.  He gritted his teeth and with each grind of his jaw, each thought of her callous, selfish behavior he tightened his grip.   At first she laughed. But as the air ran out, she struggled and clawed at him, dug her nails into his hands but he never even noticed.  He only remembered the arguments he'd had with his brother; the awful words spoken. A relationship in tatters over this... "woman".

"YOU shut up." he hissed and shook her violently.  There was a "pop" like a Ziploc bag filled with air had been pinched.  Nina stopped fighting. She stopped laughing, arguing. She stopped everything.

Preston let her fall to the ground. He stared at her crumpled body. He was frightened by his disappointment that he had killed her.  He found that he actually wanted her to suffer... more. This had been too easy of an exit.  Then he began to think of what to do with her.  He dialed the only person he could think of; Tony. In spite of being on shift, his brother said he would come.

Tony arrived and stood over the dead tramp.  He kicked a little dirt up on her face and snorted or did he chuckle? Preston wasn't sure.

"Messy."

"Tony, I don't know what happened. She was ... it was..."

Tony raised his hand. 'I know. I tried to tell you. But I knew down deep you wouldn't listen. Not till you knew what kind of woman she REALLY was. I didn't believe Joe when he tried to tell me..."

"Joe?"

"Yep... she did it to me before she did it to you..."

"But you and Joe..."  Preston's head swam with too many facts too fast.

"Yep."

"What'll we do?" Now Preston felt like a little boy again. He needed Tony to help him ... so he wouldn't get caught.

"Well, I already thought of that." and he dialed.

Not long after a third car arrived.  Joe got out.  They all looked at her.  Their faces hard and hurt.
They dragged the body back in to the marsh and burned it in a very deep grave.  when the sun was crawling up the horizon to get a better view, they separated with nods, tired grins, and clear stories.  

The newspaper began prod when the real estate diva went missing.
"Is there a missing persons report Sheriff?"

"There is. We are doing everything we can to locate Nina Baxter."

"Are there any suspects?"

Tony looked up and directly at the reporter who had asked the question.  "There are no significant leads at this time."

"What about a boyfriend?" someone yodelled from the back.

Mayor Joseph White leaned in and spoke. "I assure you all that Sheriff Jenkins is doing everything he can to put this community at ease and keep them safe."

"Is there a serial killer on the loose?" a more frightened voice barked.

"Not that we are aware but let's give our ME a moment to speak... Preston?"

The young man cleared his throat. His voice was dry, cracked.  "I can tell you all that I haven't seen anything like this come through this town... ever. There are no similar cases to report. We don't even know if Ms. Baxter has been harmed.  Perhaps she has just moved on..."

The reporters began to clamber, but the unHoly Trinity quickly closed the press conference and went on with their days. Case closed.


Not too shabby if I do say so myself.  I liked this one; a little zippy and a little twisted... gotta love it.  Well at least smile and nod.  One down and one to go.  

Thanks so much for stopping by and hanging out.  You're good company.