The Dinner Guest

It was his hair or perhaps the t-shirt he wore, I'm not quite certain, but he smelled of sin and I loved it. And Faith, who was my companion for the evening kept me in line- however! However. She knew. Some months I had been taken girlfriend of Thesseley and she smelled as he did so closely it frightened and stirred the deepest regions of my mind and sex- oh sex! Yes, my sex was almost literally screaming but Faith kept me in line. No scars she said. He had no scars. That was the only thing keeping me from crawling up to him like the animal he brought out of me with that stench of his and tear off his clothes! It was the t-shirt and I hated it! I hated it because it kept me from viewing more, from being just THAT. MUCH. CLOSER to him. Why did I only date scarred bodies? Maybe they're under that shirt which mocks me I thought. That shirt. I can't stand that shirt I screamed, but only in my head did I scream. Calm down she said. Thess she said. Thesseley had but a few scars. She had died a week earlier for me because I wanted her to have a great scar but it went wrong, so my mind spun at ten thousand rpm at dinner. My head ravaged while my body sat soundly and calmly between him and Faith which could have been the worst mistake ever and I showed no sign of what raced through my mind even though I felt like it was going to show. Like they knew, just knew! They knew all right. I could smell it. No I couldn't. The one with the t-shirt which mocked me. Not Thess. His stench was so strong it could have specified each difference it had with the smell of Thess because it knew I could not smell a single one. A tender steak was under my nose and all I could smell was his perpetual sin. I picked up the fork as he broke the ice rather than my hymen, which only knowing women thus far had not been touched by anything my body also did not own. So glad you made it Rina darling he said. You haven't touched your steak he said. When you finish your plate I've a plate in my lap that needs to be licked clean- darling! And Faith knew my thoughts that night. That's how she kept me in line. Insert Thess in my head but not him in my fucking cunt. I'm fine I was just starting to eat... darling I said. Why don't you take off your clothes and fuck me right now. There was no reaction from the other guests. I thought I had said that out loud. Faith had kicked my leg under the table nonetheless. If only you had scars I thought. Then I heard Faith think accident. Brilliant idea that was and I picked up my fork and thought hundreds of things all at once and not one of those thoughts were of Thess or Faith or even the t-shirt and in one quick movement I thrust not his cock which may just be amazing into my sex but each prong on that fork into his thigh. The scream was mighty and beautiful like a mating song for birds and they all left screaming not half as incredibly as he, and Faith slapped me and kissed me and abandoned me and I knew she meant that in the best way possible because I had done something remarkable. He tore off his shirt which mocked me now while turning crimson and as clear as crystal there was a scar! And he kept the shirt wrapped around his bleeding leg and threw me onto the table and as he begain to rip at my hair in some bizarre sexual frenzy the scent hit me like a billy club and I unzipped his bloodstained bluejeans and managed to reach up through the chaos and run my tongue over the course of the scar that nearly grazed his nipple all at the same time. Fuck me you psycho. Wait. Which of us said that? I stumbled onto something great alright.