(I was fixing some stools and doing some electrical work at this bar, when a drunken guy at the bar begins chatting away. He tells me some crazy tale about he and his girlfriend not being normal or human, and I think he is just drunk. But he sounds so damn convincing that I have to wonder. Is he for real, or just drunk? Since I can't tell which, I'll let you be the judge. Here's exactly what he said.)
*****
I first met Claudia in her senior year. She had just transferred in from the poorer side of town, and some of the more cruel high school babes were trying to bully her verbally along the halls, making fun of her bland, discount clothing and badly applied makeup. Still, I always felt her gothic, plain Jane, desperado look was more contrived and planned than accidental.
She came across as a geek, but I could tell it was more by design than by actually being clumsy and awkward. It never dawned on me then that she might be a vampire, not until some of her tormentors began disappearing. I don't think anyone else noticed the connection, but I sure did. And it got to the point where each time a new girl would tease her unbearably or get on her case with a cruel practical joke, that I just knew something weird was about to go down. Not that any of us ever saw what was happening. We only knew that sooner or later, anyone fucking with Claudia was bound to go missing from the high school hallways. One day you saw them, and the next day you didn't. Call me stupid, but even though we were kids, I thought for sure the damn bullies would catch on that they were being targeted and taken, but they never did. Not until it was too late that is.
From the beginning, however, I had made myself Claudia's friend. Like me, she had just turned eighteen and it wasn't long before the two of us became inseparable. I had never made love to a woman before, although I had jerked myself silly watching porn on numerous occasions. I wish I could tell you that I used the rest of my time wisely, studying for tests and working on churning out fine essays. But the only thing on my mind were the giant, firm tits that seem to defy gravity standing so straight and tall out of Claudia's heavenly chest. Her face, as I said was plain and unattractive, but she had these great eyes, that would light up and sparkle if ever she took a liking to you. I used to see them sparkle a lot.
"I'm still a virgin," she would sometimes remind me as I put my arm around her and peppered her face with moist, hopeful kisses. Looking back on it now, I can't honestly say if she were mentioning it cause she didn't want my kisses and petting to get too far, or if she was hoping I would deflower us both with one brave unveiling of my horny cock. But I always assumed that if the unveiling did finally come, she would blow me away by becoming the aggressor and my own wildly horny self, a mere spectator of her eventual sexual prowess. I'd think about it sometimes, then merely shrug at the thought, thinking that time would tell. But for now, we would both keep wallowing in the virgin way until she agreed it that it was definitely time. I was keeping my fingers crossed.
Claudia had no family that I or anyone else ever saw. I would sometimes ask her if she lived in a foster home or if she still shacked up with dear old mom and dad. But she was wildly evasive on both counts, preferring instead to merely shrug and say she didn't want to talk about her. Her mom or dad, if she had any, never showed up for any school events, or sporting games, not for plays or poetry readings, or basketball games or football games, and, well, you get the picture. Whenever Claudia did act up in class, the teacher would ask her for her parent's phone number but she would always shrug and say they didn't have a phone to which the teacher would inevitably reply that she didn't believe her, to which Claudia would simply respond that she didn't give a fuck one way or another what she believed. Such an outburst did win you points with some of your classmates, but it also won you a visit to the office of Vice-Principal Brian Dimarcas, a very scary and very burly Greek character whose neck was so damn thick that no shirt ever fit him properly, hence his collar and neck were always exposed. I didn't think much of it until Claudia one day got sent to his office again. I suppose in her mind it was one time too many, cause he was never heard of or seen again after that.
I first began to suspect that my girlfriend Claudia was a vampire when she began showing up with brown splotches on her dark colored t-shirts. It was hard to see the stains against the material's already dark colors, but if you looked hard enough and long enough, they looked like splatter drops of human blood. Not that I was an expert on human blood or anything. It was just that I had been cursed at birth with the dizzy condition of vertigo, and would get nose bleeds sometimes when climbing steps or jumping in gym exercises. So I kinda knew what blood drops looked like. I remember thinking that if she were feeding on some poor helpless sap's neck, then that would be exactly where you would expect the blood drops to fall. Her formidable sexy breasts stuck out so straight and so far that it would be easy for them to intercept a falling drop of blood.
Still, I never mentioned my suspicions verbally to Claudia, just keeping my thoughts bottled up inside. And she never picked up on it either, assuming I was just oogling her fantastic tits like I usually did, and not staring at drops to decipher whether or not they were made of human blood. It wasn't until a mere month left to go in grade twelve that she finally confirmed to me, as true, the things that I had suspected about her all along.
Then one day, while my parents were out, I invited her up into my room, hoping we might finally make love, but I was nervous over her having secret fangs, and she started to pick up on it with her uncanny psychic powers.
"You know, don't you?" she asked. You think I'm the cause of the increased police and security guard presence that had infiltrated the school since the vice principal and so many girls had started disappearing.
"Know about what?" I asked coyly, uncertain of what she would do considering I had uncovered her secret.
"It's okay," she whispered with an arm around my shoulder, her gorgeous green eyes sparkling so hard they took my breath away. "I really like you," she added. "And I would never, ever do anything to hurt you, neither would I ever let something bad happen for you. I would even kill for you," she explained, which is why a light bulb went off inside my head right there and then, because that would explain why my tormentor, Daniel Stevens had so mysteriously disappeared from high school halls in between classes after slapping me around in gym class one day. I had mentioned how I got the black eye to Claudia and my guess was that she and her razor sharp fangs took it from there.
"As much as I like you," I tell her sincerely. "And I do really, really, really like you, I'm kind of terrified by the whole vampire thing. I mean I think it's really cool and all, having a vamp as a girlfriend, only...well...I...how should I put it?"
"You're afraid of becoming one yourself, is that it? You're afraid I might bite you to make you just like me, is that it?"
"Well, I remember seeing a movie once where the female vampire couldn't make love to her boyfriend unless she bit him first. But that was only a movie. But I mean, what do I know about it really."
"Is that why you haven't really pushed us making love, even though we're both virgins and you really want to get it on with me? Cause you're afraid I'll have to bite you first?"
"I guess," I said, shrugging sheepishly.
She suddenly takes of her top and then unzips her pants, pulling them down and kicking them away.
She was wearing no bra and panties, so now all she has on are a pair of socks. Her boobs are absolutely stunning and all I can think about is sucking the shit out of them.
She picks up on my thoughts. "You want me to kneel and stick your cock in between these giant boobies, don't you?" she teased. "Or would you like me to take these plain Jane lips and just suck the shit out of your cock until you come down my throat?" she again teased. "Or perhaps you would like me to bend over so you can stick your iron hard cock deep into my virgin pussy from behind?"
