Alice sprawled herself out across her bed, spreading her legs and stretching her arms until she touched all the bedposts. She stayed in that position for a little while, enjoying the sinful luxury of it all. Then she sat up and began eating the purple grapes she'd bought from the market. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered as she moaned with pleasure, possessed by the sweetness of the juicy grapes. Of course, she'd coated them with her own nectar first -- her personal sweet-and-salty flavor that made the guys crazy for her. She fell against the satin sheets, laughing, waiting for her lover.
~~~
Elaine could never understand that song 'Hollywood' by Madonna. "Everybody comes to Hollywood...how could it hurt you when it looks so good?" Hollywood, on the contrary, looked anything but good. The sky was covered in the purple smog that L.A. was famous for, splotching over the clouds and the moon like bruises. The night air felt thick and oppressing with humidity and blinding sun-colored spotlights flew overhead, possibly makeup to hide the smoggy bruises.
And then there were the people, Elaine thought, walking or strolling or jamming down the streets. Some were punks and some were skaters, some were rockers and rollers and some were just empty. There were surfers and celebrities and ladies of the evening: notoriously expensive around Beverly Hills because the residents could afford it.
Elaine was sad. She had woken up and remembered that it was nearly Valentine's Day. The reason she remembered was because it was also her 18th birthday, February 12th. She decided that since it was a supposedly celebratory occasion, she ought to go out to one of the local concerts or discos with her friends. That had turned out to be a mistake, because all of her friends had boyfriends and ended up making out with them all night in front of her.
Now she sat crying in a park in the canyon, a few feet underneath of the Hollywood sign, trying to imagine what it would have been like if he had stayed with her...
~~~
The first time Alice fucked Tom, it had been in a boys' bathroom at a bar. Alice snickered, remembering how she fed him, letting him suck the grapes off of her tongue. She had grabbed the poor virgin by the collar of his shirt and forced him to follow her, cooing in his ears and biting them seductively.
In the dim darkness of the stinking urinal, Alice had ripped off her dress (with a skirt short enough to leave nothing to the imagination, anyway). She took his hands and placed them against her voluptuous breasts, groaning as he toyed with her nipples with something like naïve fascination in his eyes. He fumbled undoing the fly of his jeans, and even went so far as to stop and say, "I don't think we should - "
But Alice stopped him before he got another word out. She pushed him hard into the tile wall and French-kissed him, her tongue hot in his mouth. She then licked his neck, pulling his jacket down his arms and ripping his shirt so her saliva dripped onto his clavicle.
Tom gasped for breath, emitting soft, helpless cries at the monstrous erection in his trousers. Alice rubbed the palms of her hands over it, hissing. She gently dragged her long, pointy red nails over it, feeling it twitch under the fabric. She guessed he hadn't been this hard in a while, if ever, and it turned her on. Her pussy was completely soaked, the lips engorged.
When Alice stopped teasing him with her hands, she watched as his eyes wandered from her large breasts down to her pussy for the first time.
"Mmm, you make me so wet, baby. Will you please touch me?" Alice used her most virginal, innocent voice so she sounded like a young girl (even though she was his age).
Tom seemed torn between a horny amazement and being completely touched, as though he was special to her and it had nothing to do with his cock. He nodded slowly and followed her as she walked across the room to the sink, sticking her ass out so he could watch it move. She hoisted herself onto the sink, her nipples instantly erect at the cold wind pouring through the window beside her. Her thick tendrils of black hair blew across her face as she tossed her head back. She moved her hand down to her pussy, sticking two fingers in and spreading it wide so he could see it.
Overcome, Tom dropped to his knees and pushed his head between her thighs. Alice bucked, surprised that he found her clit right away. "This naughty boy must have watched porn," she thought to herself, chuckling. She possessively dug the heels of her pointed black stilettos into his bare back for ever having got off without her, even though they'd only just met.
Her pussy was like fire. Every time he licked her clean, more juices came pouring out of her tiny pink hole. Alice screamed in orgasm, pulled his head away and kissed him violently. Afraid that he may come in his pants (he was still an amateur, after all) she instantly grabbed him and yanked down his boxer shorts so his giant cock sprang free. Without even giving him time to think or take his pants off, she shoved him straight inside her pussy.
Tom cried out, a primal, guttural cry that she had heard animals make. Knowing she was his first made her even hornier and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him close.
He fucked her like a pro, so the cracked mirror behind her shook and she worried in the back of her mind that the sink may collapse beneath them. They were loud, not even caring that someone would walk in at any second. The place had a sleazy reputation, anyway, this kind of thing probably happened all the time.
His cock slammed violently into her, his hips slapping into her thighs, dripping wet from her juices. Alice kept coming and coming, crying out Tom's name and begging him to join her. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute. Tom barely pulled out before a long rope of sperm shot out, hitting her breasts and stomach. Alice had never seen any man ejaculate so much, and she'd seen many.
Tom fell heavily against her, burying his face into her neck. His chest heaved and he was grunting. Finally, he licked in her ear and whispered, "That was unbelievable, Alice."
Alice used her fingertip to scoop up some of his cum and slipped it into her mouth, smiling.
~~~
Elaine had grown up in the canyon with the jacaranda blossoms and the peach trees and the purple-speckled sky. It once looked beautiful to her, like a paradise. Her parents took her to church on Sundays, dressing her in her sweet little white sleeveless dresses and letting her scuff the too-fancy heels on the sidewalks. She got a biblical picture book, and she liked the pictures of heaven the best, with its pearly gates and golden roads.
Her mother said that she would go there forever and ever when she died, and Elaine had looked up at her innocently and asked, "Can't I just stay here?"
Down at the bottom of the rolling green hills were these ugly miniature houses that Elaine saw from her bedroom window. The suburbs. Identical little front doors with two windows, one on either side, slanted rooftops and mown lawns, everything perfect to a T. In fact, the image reminded Elaine of a toy set; the kind of houses that taught children to conform and fit in and that this is the way things should be -- of course she didn't think all that at the time.
Elaine's house, on the other hand, wasn't a part of the suburbs. Her own paradise was a home that seemed to have been built right out of the rock canyon. Its stony walls were covered in rose vines and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers, exotic flowers, amazing plants that people didn't even know could grow there, and bushes that looked so much like marijuana that the police came by, but they were really just herbs.
