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Glory Box	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VI:     “There may not be another way to your heart
          So I guess I better find a new way in
          And I shiver when I hear your name
          I think about you, but it’s not the same
          I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m under your skin…” ~Maroon 5 “Shiver”

          I said it before and I’ll say it again: I am fucking cursed. I can’t even keep a girlfriend, they just up and die on me before I’m even aware of what’s happening.
          Maybe Korda and the violin would have killed Leslie anyway, but I seemed to have been the catalyst there. If she hadn’t gotten involved with me, maybe she’d be alive right now. It’s me. *I* am the curse.
          The kicker is that my plan of using the Leslie relationship to escape Micki wasn’t really working the way I wanted it to. Even after I had sex with her. And believe you me, that’s all it was, was sex. And average sex, at that. Leslie wouldn’t even let me go down on her, said she ‘didn’t like that’. I kept wishing she was Micki.
          Yet, I still clung to her like the buoy that I made her out to be. And it fucking killed her.
          I really am the goddamned worst.
          Then what happened after I got home…
          I’m still just reeling with confusion and can’t stop thinking about it. What got into Micki to initiate what we ended up doing? One minute, I’m hugging her and trying not to be overpowered by her incredible scent (lest another mouth rape incident occurred) and the next, she’s pulling down my pants and gracing my aching cock with her gorgeous mouth. Feeling the need, the *hunger* that I have for her, I suggested to 69, and she went right the fuck along with it. God, she tasted glorious. I swear, her flavor just gets better the more that I engage with her mystical vagina. Not to mention that her fellatio skills were also pretty mind blowing. The orgasm from it was rather legendary, and erased anything that I had done with Leslie the night before right out of my memory banks. I think I counted three times that Micki came, too. She was like an endless fount of tasty, tasty wonder. I’m hard just thinking about it. God damn.
          But of course, because I’m fucking cursed, the whole thing ended with her leaving for her bedroom in tears and me sated and utterly dumbstruck on my cot.
          I really wish I didn’t love her as much as I do. That heartbreak still shatters me, recalling her tears on her way out the door.
          But it’s raising a lot of questions in my mind, that’s for sure. There was no doubt about it, she wanted to do what we did.
          And what we did was a heaven bordering on ethereal. Fuck. I just love her so fucking much. She’s my goddamn everything. I’m raising the white flag on that one. There’s no escaping her. And why would I want to? She’s perfection.
          But I also don’t want to kill her (again), so I’m keeping my distance and giving her some space, because I have a curse on me that kills women I’m romantically involved with, I’m sure of it.
          So we’re chugging along, and it’s been weird, to say the least, but what about our lives isn’t, really? The worst is being so hyper sexually aware of her. I’m smelling her all the time now. And knowing what that scent belongs to…my dick could not be any harder. It’s a unique sort of agony. Plus, she’s been just killing me with all of the white. She’s got to know how gorgeous she is in white. And she’s wearing it almost all the time in the past week or so. Granted, it is warmer out, so she might just be trying to keep cool, but it’s definitely adding to the torture. I’m fighting urges Conan-like to throw her down on every available surface and bury myself in her angelic body. Even when Jack’s around it’s rough.
          We’ve got a pretty decent distraction going with this prop rental contract for the new William Pratt picture being filmed in town. He’s pretty famous, being compared to John Malkovich on the acting level while being an Alec Baldwin on the looks scale. I know Micki’s got a thing for him. But he’s a big-time movie star. Of course she would. We got the prop list this morning and have been rounding up the items throughout the shop for the better part of the day. We’re supposed to head to the movie set tomorrow. It’ll be pretty neat, playing prop master on a big Hollywood production and not hunting down cursed objects for a second.
          A breath of fresh air. I think we need it.
          Also, maybe out of the confines of our shop and the Goods Lair, I won’t be smelling her as much. Much bigger area on a movie set, that’s for sure. And we’re making a really nice chunk of change, to boot. As far as I’m concerned, this is all a net positive.
          Another blissful positive is how flirtatious she’s been today. We’ve been actually having fun tracking down what’s needed on the list, and of course, I can’t help but reciprocate her flirting with a little of my own. After all of our weird energy in the past few days since our 69 incident, it’s been a thrilling change of pace, and has been impossible to just ignore. Again, why would I want to? Getting this kind of attention from her is like an unexpected gift from above. Rolling with a little playful flirting won’t put her in harm’s way. I hope.
          Of course, every interaction is just charged with my newfound sexual awareness of her. The atmosphere is thick with erotic intent, and if I wasn’t smart, I would think that she actually *wants* me. But who knows? Maybe she’s just trying to lighten the mood so we can return to how we used to be before that fateful night and the Coin of Ziocles aftermath.
          Obviously, we’re never going to get our old, easy camaraderie back. That’s been permanently altered. What’s going on now between us is entirely new. Definitely exciting. Let’s just put it this way: my awkward boner from the past few days is now simply a happy boner in its stead from her attentions today. We’ve been throwing around the innuendos like nobody’s business since we began our prop hunt this morning, along with all sorts of touching and teasing, but the most fun have been the raspberry attacks. Which she started, by the way, getting me with a good one on my bicep while I was reaching for an item on the shelf behind her. So of course, I got her back on her naked shoulder when she least expected it.
          Micki’s especially delectable today, too, gracing me with a lacy white off the shoulder top and matching skirt. She must be going through a phase, like Picasso’s blue period. And her scent just washes over me like a fucking tidal wave. I’m kind of drunk on it right now, honestly. We get the final item checked off the list and bring the box down to the basement to keep it out of the way until we need it tomorrow. Micki puts it on a shelf, baring her midriff, so I tickle at her ribs as she’s reaching up and she lets out a surprised laugh.
          “Heh, heh, heh.” I’m fucking giddy. I can’t help myself.
          She doesn’t say anything, just turns around, pulls up my t-shirt, and blows a raspberry right on my belly. Now I am the one barking out a startled laugh. And it tickles like hell. I’ve degenerated into full blown belly laughs.
          Oh, this means war. I retaliate. Yank up her top and blow a big one right on her belly. Fuck. I almost forgot how soft she is. It’s insanity. She’s cackling hard and smacking me lightly on the shoulder as I just go to town. This is the most fun.
          “Uncle!” she cries through tears of laughter.
          I release her, “Always with the safe word.”
          “Somebody’s got to enforce it.” Micki’s calmed down to light giggles now, wiping the tears from her face. “You’d never stop.”
          “You’re damn right.” I wag my eyebrows.
          Then she blows a raspberry right on my neck.
          This not only tickles like crazy, but sends these electric tremors right into my cock. I’ll never cry Uncle though. I’m laughing like crazy, I’ll admit, but this feels too good for Uncle.
          She pulls back and evil laughs at me. Payback time. I land a good raspberry while she’s still got her head thrown back in her villain laugh, right on the side of her neck. Who’s evil laughing now, huh, Micki? ‘Tis I, grandmaster raspberry Dallion. Muahaha.
          She’s just shaking with giggle/cackles, but she’s not crying Uncle either this time, so I keep going for a good clip until I figure she’s probably had enough.
          And she plants a raspberry right on my lips. Holy shit. This is altogether titillating and hilarious. I just start blowing right back between giggles and she’s right there with me. Our arms go around each other for better raspberry leverage, and we keep this up for almost a good minute. This is hysterical.
          I’m not sure exactly when the kiss started happening, but is it ever happening. I knew it, I could get lost in her mouth for a good eternity. It’s deep and passionate, and insanely intense, injected with all the want I’ve been feeling toward her lately. I’m also realizing that this is the first kiss that we’ve shared when I wasn’t inside of her.
          Which makes me think about being inside of her, and how much I really, really, *really* miss that feeling. And god-fucking-damn, does she ever smell amazing. My brain completely shuts down and all of my thinking goes into cock land as I find myself backing her up into the elevator. My hands are everywhere, but so are hers, if we’re being fair. Fucking A, is she like satin. And her mouth tastes like the doughnuts we were eating earlier, sugary and sweet and incredibly blissful.
          But I know something that tastes even better, and I’ve been *dying* for it, so before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, I’m breaking our kiss and lowering into a kneel at her blessed altar.
          I push up her skirt and reach under…
          Oh. My. God.
          “No panties?” I whisper in delight.
          “I stopped wearing them. You’d just destroy them, anyway.” She responds in a low, moany voice that just fucking sends me.
          No wonder I’ve been smelling her on eleven. And the fact that she’s been anticipating another encounter between us drives my face straight into her nirvanic vagina. My taste buds are so fucking happy right now. I zone in immediately on that spot that makes her quiver and just start kissing with everything I’ve got.
          Her hands are in my hair and she’s throwing out some ecstatic moans that keep me going until I feel that first blessed gush against my face. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s so hot. I keep licking as I reach down to undo my pants, because my cock is pleading to be inside of her. I could get lost in this gorgeous flavor all day, but like I said; my dick is doing all of my thinking for me at the moment. And it wants inside.
          My pants are down and I’m standing back up, gripping her thighs and hoisting her around my waist as I shove her back against the wall of the elevator. My mouth is back on hers; I’m pushing hard and deep into her better-than-heaven, and I’m just on fire everywhere. I feel like she’s smelting me. Holy fucking crap, she’s so tight. She’s got to have the most intoxicating body ever designed by those awesome powers that be. I’m thrusting into her pretty roughly, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I can feel her squeezing me when I’m to the hilt and it’s beyond mere electricity. Soon enough, she’s like a freight train of orgasms, just popping off one after the other as I drive her hard and fast into the wall behind her. Mmm, there’s that beautiful “O” face that I’ve been dreaming about. Delightful. But I keep going, not ever wanting to stop this perfect feeling of her. It’s just too good.
          Incredible doesn’t even begin to cover the orgasm that floods over me when it does have to end, though. She’s just vibrating against me as I finally break our endless lip lock and groan into her neck. Mary fucking mother, she’s just outstanding. I love her so fucking much.
          My brain starts working again as I slip out of her and put her back on her feet. Oh fucking no. My curse. I hope I didn’t just kill her. Jesus. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I breathe out as I pull my pants and underwear back up.
          “We shouldn’t?” she echoes.
          “It’s not like I didn’t want to…it’s just, we shouldn’t.” Why did I just put her in danger like that? I suck.
          “Say no more, Ryan. It’s okay. We can write this one off, too.” She sighs, exiting the elevator slowly and making her way to the basement staircase, “I’m going to clean myself up. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
          I’m speechless, and sort of terrified for her as I watch her trudge up the stairs.
          Please let her be okay.
          I wouldn’t be able to stand it if she wasn’t. All I can think in the moment is holding her cold, dead body and the agony of that feeling.
          Fuck this stupid curse and its mother.
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