Chapter 7: A Romp in the Moonlight

Chase stepped out into the humid air and paused to steady himself. The porch was covered, though he could still feel the occasional tap and splatter of rain drops slipping through cracks above. He randomly turned to his left and walked the length of the loosely placed plank porch. Around the corner of the building, he could hear sniffles. Bridgette flipped the lights in the dining area on, illuminating a soft glow that caught Lenora's skin and its deep olive hue. She was sitting on a bench, her head in her hands. Chase squinted into the darkness, lightly illuminated by the orange spheres of light off the porch. He didn’t see any sign of Evan and suspected Evan was miles down the road trying to get as far away as possible.

“Hey,” Chase sat down next to her, and right away she wrapped her arms around him. He put a muscular arm around Lenora’s shoulder.

“He’s such an asshole,” she cried into his chest.

“You’ll find someone else,” was all he could muster while gently rubbing her back. She said nothing, choosing to bury her tears into his shirt. Somehow, she maneuvered her body to sit like a toddler on her dad’s lap. Her breasts seemed to be more exposed than when she was in the bar and he wondered if she and Evan had had more of a scuffle outside than they had inside. She hugged him again, wrapping her arms completely around him as her breasts were pressed upward, nearly bringing her firm nipples to his lips through her shirt. That sat pert and firm like thimbles. Quickly, his mind started to count down the current starting lineup of the St. Louis Cardinals. But, he couldn’t focus as she slowly moved onto his lap as if she felt how hard he was getting. He was again feeling the need of a warm touch that fifteen minutes ago hadn’t been met.

“You okay?” he asked absently caressing her bare shoulder.

“A little,” she replied. She pressed herself against his hardness as her hands rubbed the back of his neck.

“Anything I can do to help you?”

She pulled away, her eyes looking at him intensely. She rolled her hips on his lap as if riding a calm steed. She then peered over her shoulder as if expecting someone to come up at any moment. “You mean that?”

He shrugged, “Yeah,” and he wondered if he meant that with a suspicion of where this was all going. His head began to spin, but he was conscious enough to feel Lenora slide her body onto him.

She moaned as she pressed her lower body around his and allowed her legs to slide over each side of Chase's hips, leaving a wisp and a faint moan into his ear. “Truth told, I’m still a little cockeyed. What’s your name?” she whispered, planting a soft kiss on his lips and slowly making her way to the curves of his muscular neck.

“Chase,” he cleared his throat. “And I’m engaged.”

“So was I,” she replied wistfully.

He swallowed. “Was?”

“Chase you really wanna help me?” She slid her legs on either side of him, straddling the thick bulge showing under his freshly zipped pants.

He took a deep breath of the suffocating air and feeling the heat from between her thighs on his now engorged cock. “Uh, yeah,”

“Then do something to make me feel better.”

He was tastefully treated with more than one bottle of beer as she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue slid into his mouth freely exploring as she slid her hips back and forth, slowly lifting herself every few strokes.

He pulled the straps of her dress beyond her shoulders, letting the straps fall to the sides of her arms. He reciprocated her soft lips and slid his hand to the top of her dress tugging it lower and letting loose the pertness of her breasts which sat plump and firm near his mouth. He pinched a nipple between two fingers and listened to her let out a soft purring sound. He slid his tongue along the saltiness of her neck, then made his way to her nipple which firmed his own tongue at the touch.

She stood, and he followed; fumbling at his belt and pants. He was too inebriated to stop himself from such a gracious host, and he easily dismissed any thoughts of Rachel as his cock came free and her dress fell to the ground.

Without hesitation she reached down and grabbed him by the shaft, sliding him between her legs to feel how wet she was. They gasped in unison as she guided him into her. Hungrily their mouths mashed together as he pulled her to him, thrusting himself deep inside.

In their passion, he heard a sound and turned to see Bridgette i.lingering just beyond a doorway about ten feet away. She was watching the two of them. Bridgette had already loosened her shorts and they were resting delicately just above her knees. She poised her hand between her legs allowing her fingers to play delicately.

Lenora moaned in his ear, and he felt a warm rush of hot juices over his shaft. Watching Bridgette, he pumped faster into Lenora. Bridgette took her breasts into her hands slipping her tongue against the tip of a pink nipple.

“You're making me feel so much better Chase,” Lenora whispered into his ear and then leaned her head back against the post as he picked up the pace. “Fuck me harder. Make me forget.”

Chase felt eyes on him unlike those of Bridgette. He heard the motion in the water and illuminated not by the light of the porch the yellowed eyes returned a stare. A gator was watching the action above. A trickle of sweat and terror breathed like the wind along his spine. The thrill was too much, and he thrust harder.

“Oh Chase,” Lenora screamed as a sudden eruption ripped through her body. She dug her nails into his neck and wrapped both legs around his waist as tremors riddled her body as if a Tommy Gun was plugging her with unrestrained bullets.

Chase heard another grunt and watched Bridgette’s legs fail as her climax ravished her body forcing her to grip the door as she struggled to stand.

Chase spun Lenora around, still deeply affixed within her. “Cum for me baby,” she squealed, her head hanging backward over the railing of the bridge, and her arms still draped around his neck.

Briefly, he thought about Rachel, pushing the guilt away as Lenora groaned louder and beckoned for him to cum. He watched her breasts bounce with each thrust and her nipples grow more rigid as she exploded once more drowning his throbbing cock. The entrance engulfing him tightened so much that he had to slow his thrust. He was so close to finishing, and she could feel it.

“Yes, I feel you baby. Cum inside me, Chase.”

Chase shook his head, but her legs locked around him and with a roar, he emptied what remained from his earlier lust into Lenora.

Silence passed between them as they struggled to regain their composure. Chase looked for Bridgette, but only saw the front door swing closed.

“You...made me...feel so...much better...” Lenora said with a passionate kiss.

Rachel’s face flashed in Chase’s mind, as guilt brought him back to reality. His exposure in the bar was one thing, but what he just did now was almost unforgivable. He was second-guessing his need to own Bellafont. There was a terrible gut-check that reminded him if Rachel moved down to Arcadia she would bump into the Theroit sisters. “Uh, you’re welcome,” he said.

Her face fell, and she shoved him away, snatching up her clothes and rushing naked into the shadowy swamp.

“Lenora” he called after her, pulling up his pants. Chase ran after Lenora, but she'd had a head start and before he even got off the front porch she was hidden in the darkness. He skipped down two steps that brought him to the parking lot. Then he ran toward his car and two others parked near it. Suddenly he tripped, collapsing to the ground, his hands and face roughed by loose gravel.

“Lenora,” he called out again, but his words went unanswered. The pain swelled in his knees as he scrambled to get up, using a nearby car to stand. If not for the warmth of alcohol in his blood he was sure the pain would have been much worse.

“What the hell did I trip over?” he scratched the back of his scalp to feel a bloody abrasion. “Damn it! I gotta get the hell out of here before this place kills me.” He turned and looked down the path. That's when he saw the object he'd stumbled over. It was nothing more than a dark shadow when his eyes first caught sight. Then as he squinted into to darkness Chase could make out the lines of a shouler and then an ankle and foot.

"Fuck!" he impulsively called out. "Fuck! She killed him!" Instinctively he yelled out for Lenora again.

Evan’s body was crumpled to the ground and balled up like a screaming child. Although, there was no sound. Evan would never make a sound again.