Dry Valley Chapter 19:
The Confrontation...
Author's note: this story contains some violence and sexual situations which may make some people uncomfortable. It is not gratuitous, as I feel the story line demands it. If it offends anyone, I apologize in advance.
Jonis downed the last of his drink, and gestured to the barmaid, who smiled at his attention. She was a pretty little thing, blonde and overly friendly, as barmaids tended to be, and normally he would have been more than happy to administer to whatever need she felt. Not tonight, though. Tonight was different. A few more straight scotches, and he'd be ready.
"Another," he rasped, and watched her body as she moved to the far end of the bar to pour his scotch. Someone shouted to her for a beer, and Jonis' eyes dropped to the tight red shorts she wore as she bent over the cooler. His gaze burned through the material, and he imagined her naked. He felt the familiar rush of blood into his cock, and pushed it against his leg as it expanded. Suddenly, in his mind, it was the Scout bitch he saw. That brief brush against her ass tonight had excited him...and concreted his plans for her.
She and the other girl had just left, but their boyfriends had stayed, and Jonis had seen them discussing him. Maybe it was time for him to leave...
He threw a wad of ones on the bar and headed for the door, ignoring the barmaid's voice as she called after him. Once in his truck, he leaned back in the seat and loosened his jeans, sliding the zipper down. Much better! There were some people milling around outside Henry's, so he resisted the urge to stroke himself, but his mind was filled with the girl, and her friend. He didn't know her, but she interested him, as well. Maybe he'd have her, later. Any friend of the bitch's, was fair game! Thinking even darker thoughts, he started the engine and gunned out of the parking lot. It was a short drive to the Scout place. He pulled the big Bowie knife from the glove compartment, and dropped it into his lap.
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From his vantage point beside the fence, he couldn't see much, but he'd gotten brief glimpses of the two young women as they passed the window of Jessica's bedroom, and he knew they were together up there. He kept watch, awaiting his time. It would come, eventually. When he saw Jess at the window, staring out, he ceased any movement. Shortly after that, the light went out. Jonis stayed stock-still, in case she was still watching, but his mind went into overdrive.
"They're sleeping together," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the buzzing of the cicadas. "That makes things VERY interesting!" There was only one bed in the room...that, he remembered very well. He imagined the bodies of the two women as they lay together in the lone bed, probably talking about girl-things. Their knees would be touching, the feel of flesh against flesh subtle, but in the back of both their minds. In his mind, he was sure of that. Jonis couldn't comprehend them not being attracted to one another. They were both attractive, and her friend, he'd noted, had moved with the confidence of someone who'd recently discovered her own beauty. He smiled. "I'll bet Tom Walker is helping that along," he thought wickedly.
He imagined them laughing, touching each other as girlfriends would, and he grew harder. His dark mind had them suddenly grinding together, their knees interlocked; hands going to the other's waist as they looked into each other's eyes. They would share a kiss; a long, deep one, and then their hands would slide upward, pulling at the material of the other's nightie. Caressing, until they were both naked. Soon one of them, probably Jessica, would pull the other girl over onto her, and surrender her bared breasts to the girl's mouth.
Jonis was getting pretty uncomfortable, crouching behind the fence. His cock was throbbing! He stood slowly, his eyes on the window, just in case one of them was still there. Though his gaze was on the window, his cock was pulsing, and his imagination was already feeling the tightness of their pussies! He wanted to yank his dick out and close his eyes, imagining the scene that was unfolding up there, but he checked himself. It had been over 20 minutes. Time to move. His figure was only a shadow, moving toward the house, ever so slowly.
He tried the side kitchen door, but soon realized that someone had put a deadbolt on it. "Probably Mitch, trying to protect his little skank!" he thought. He knew Mitch was finally getting some from Jessica...he'd stayed over late the last few nights. "Good," Jonis said to himself. "He'll have her primed for me!" He slipped around the back side of the house, and found the cellar door unlocked. Not satisfied with that, he began to check windows. He was pleased to find the little opaque window into the pantry unlatched, and knew he could squeeze through it. He did, with little trouble.
Socks and shoes off, he crept up the stairs, one step at a time. The house was deadly silent...not a sound. Finally reaching the top of the stairs, he paused outside the doorway to Jess's room and listened intently. It was wide open. "Well, they ain't playing," he told himself. He could hear the soft snoring of one of them, and closed his eyes as he listened. The excitement of being so close to them, unseen, was powerful, and he was harder than ever! He fingered the knife, stuck into his back pocket. Then, taking a breath, he walked into the room.
Jessica smelled something. It wasn't right. She struggled half-heartedly to open her eyes, but sleep was a powerful foe. She lapsed back into slumber, her mind yet uneasy. "In the morning..." she told herself.
Suddenly, there was a voice in her ear! It was a whistle, soft but insistent. Then there were words. "Wakey, wakey," it said. "Time to play." Her eyes shot open, and in the semi-darkness she could only see a large shape bent over her. As she struggled to make sense of it, a hand went to her wrist, clamping around it tightly. She jerked, now completely awake, and screamed.
Her shriek split the night air, bringing Bailey to instant wakefulness. Jess was in trouble! She turned over and jerked upright to see someone struggling with her. Then she saw the glint of steel in the night. She screamed, too, their voices combining like an air raid siren. A low voice was barely audible over their own, but Bailey heard the chilling words even as she scrambled from the bed.
"Keep it down, ladies, and I won't have to kill you."
Both Jess and herself quieted immediately, the intruder's intent clear and dangerous. Bailey backed against the dresser, eyes on the dark shape, her hands clenched protectively over her chest. Her mind was racing. Jessie was still moving, but the knife was now at the side of her neck, and she was realizing that she had nowhere to go. She stopped her struggles and sat on the side of the bed, her head down. Bailey saw a sudden sob wrack Jess' body.
"Who are you?" she asked in a plaintive whine. "What do you want?" The man still held her right wrist in his iron grip, her arm in the air. He laughed. It was a terrible sound, dark and ominous, and Bailey's whole body cringed inside. Jessica sobbed again.
"Oh, don't remember me, eh?" the stranger said, chuckling. "Well, that's funny. I didn't think you'd forget me, after I fucked the HELL OUT OF YOU, that night." He emphasized the last few words, and Jessica suddenly focused. Oh, my god!
